Hi, I’m Araceli! I’m a 22y.o woc writer & I study Chemistry. I write best for Neteyam and Tsu’tey but I love requests and will try to write for pretty much anyone! I love Avatar, Draco Malfoy, and Zuko.
" i don't want your body but i hate to think about you with somebody else. "
summary — you've always been best friends with neteyam, even after you broke up. and there's never been any trouble between the two of you, until someone else catches your eye.
— status ! complete.
a/n — i'm so excited for this jsbdjdh anyways i did a different take on this and it's a college au, and they're human as well in this :) (💭— written portion)
so close to 500 followers!! I’ve only been posting for a little over a month, I never even expected my fics to hit people’s homepage so thank you guys so much! I appreciate all the support; it means so much to me. I would love to make some mutuals & get to know you guys!! xx
Also I was actually trying to find the reaction pic of Neteyam giving you a rose but my Pinterest is full of avatar fan art & hot people so I couldn’t??
Would you be upset or happy if they brought Neteyam back to life????
hi anon! Oh my gosh this is gonna be so much more than what you asked for..
I adore Neteyam and I really love his character. But I think bringing him back to life would take away the value of death. I think bringing Quaritch back as an avatar fit into the story but bringing back Neteyam wouldn’t necessarily make sense because what’s the point of killing a character if you can just bring them back to life? I think I would enjoy seeing Neteyam but it would kind of diminish the strong storyline and diminish the impact his death is supposed to have. So if I had to choose, it would upset me.
This also could be because I think it makes sense that Neteyam died, I think he was always meant to be the character who dies. (What I’m about to say is like my opinion with a remix of other peoples post on this LOL). Neteyam was always seen as “more Na’vi” and was deeply connected to the forest, more so than his siblings. In every way you could see his similarities to Neytiri and how vastly different he was from Jake. Neteyam completed his Omatikaya rites, he was one with the forest entirely. On the other hand, Lo’ak had more human features and behaved just like Jake. He failed his first attempt at bonding with an Ikran, he did not complete his rites, he did not as easily connect with the forest as Neteyam. When they were with the Metkayina, Lo’ak assimilated effortlessly. Lo’ak’s life had just started, he was just beginning to find a place he connects with. Neteyam was never going to connect with the water, the forest was his home. He was not going to have any development with the Metkayina, his story of growth and development was nearing the end while Lo’ak’s was just beginning. (I didn’t even get into the INTENSE foreshadowing of Neteyam’s death phhheeeww) so that’s why I believe, for the story, it makes sense that Neteyam died and the impact of Neteyam’s death is a big part of Lo’ak’s development/story as well (which I hate bc I liked Neteyam more than Lo’ak LOL)
And is there going to be an update on the modern au part 2?
Hope you’re doing well 🫶🏻
hi anon!! yes, there will definitely be an update! I've been sooo behind in my classes and just haven't really had time to write. I kind of want it to be likeee 2k words? or maybe I'll break it up into 3 parts. not sure yet but I'm sorry it's taking forever but I totally promise I will post a part 2! <3
Summary: After the Sully’s joined the Metkayina, Neteyam completed his Iknimaya and was now being given his tattoo, on his face. Neteyam wants to impress you but it hurts and he just wants you there with him.
Warnings/Notes: swearing, nervous Neteyam asking for you, “my love”, little misunderstanding-communication, just fluff fluff fluffy. WC. 900.
Iknimaya - Metkayina rites of passage into adulthood.
Tā moko - Polynesian tattoo.
Tohunga tā moko - Polynesian Tattoo Artist.
Fanart (& inspired) by: @rosamarej on tiktok.
"See! That didn't hurt too bad, right?" You beamed while caressing Neteyam's jaw, tilting his chin upwards to better see the small swirl tattooed underneath his bottom lip. Neteyam smiled at the glint in your eyes, "we have barely started, my love." His skin was contouring into a flush violet, causing you to pout, "exactly and your skin is already violet. You sure you'll be alright?"
Neteyam furrowed his brows, placing his hand over yours, "come on, who's the mighty warrior?" You rolled your eyes, giving his arm a gentle squeeze then trailing down to hold his hands that were tucked into his lap. Your thumb gently stroking over his calloused skin, "okay, my mighty warrior, let's start your nose then."
Neteyam was the second of the forest Na'vi to complete their Iknimaya and receive their Ta moko. Lo'ak integrated seamlessly into the way of water, being given tattoos up the sides of his waist, down his left leg, and soon to receive one that will wrap around his neck. Of course, each time Lo'ak claimed "you already started? I don't even feel it, cuz!" with tears threatening to slip from his eyes and limbs quivering under the needle. Tsireya would hold his hand and tell him stories of her arm tattoo to keep him distracted. You had watched them with envy, wondering if Neteyam would hurry up and complete his damn rites of passage before you'd be arranged a mate. But your patience was rewarded, as Neteyam sat, legs crossed, on the large palm leafs with the young Tohunga tā moko crouched over him, dipping her bone needle into the black dye. As grateful as you were that he wasn't in pain, part of you wished he needed your comfort like Lo'ak needed Tsireya.
Truthfully, the small part of the tattoo Neteyam just received under his chin stung but he figured it couldn't possibly continue feeling that way for the rest of his face, and he definitely didn't want to cry like his baby brother. Especially since the rumor throughout the clan was how well you took your tattoo, the delicate swirls that draped your shoulders, trickling down the curve of your back, you didn't even flinch. Neteyam wanted to impress you.
The Na’vi artist leaned closer to him, pressing the sharpened bone against the lightly stenciled design, "take a deep breath in and out" she said in a mellow tone. Neteyam did as he was told, his eyes flickering shut. But the second she pressed the needle, his amber eyes shot open, "oh fuck." You were unfamiliar with this sky person expression but by the way his face twisted and lips parted, you could assume it was not joyous. Your ears went flat, "Teyam, love?"
Neteyam's breathing stuttered, the pressure from him squeezing your hand growing uncomfortable, "it-it is a little painful" he stammered. You pouted, attempting to conceal a small, sympathetic smile. Of course you didn't want to see him in pain.. but it was nice how he squeezed your hand, you love that he wants your support.
"W-Wait, I'm sorry, can we pause for one moment?" Neteyam muttered to the Tohunga tā moko, earning a quick nod, quickly setting the bone down onto a grove cloth. He turned to you with round eyes, "you are smiling at my pain?" To him, you looked humored, and in this vulnerable position, it only made him feel embarrassed. This territory is unknown to him but so familiar to you. Your ears flickered up, squeezing his hand back, "ma Neteyam, no! It's not like that."
"I.." he huffed, conflicted on what to express. Neteyam communicated so easily with you, but he had never had to explain embarrassment or his desire to impress you, especially in front of another Na'vi. You revealed your sympathetic smile, sweeping one of his loose braids away from his structured face.
"I am embarrassed. And I want you to think I am strong like you." Neteyam was painfully aware of his struggle to acclimate into the Metkayina culture, he wanted to prove to you he could complete one simple thing without completely and entirely relying on you, even if he so desperately wanted your comfort. You creased your forehead, your smile fading, "you're embarrassed? Ma Neteyam, you are a strong and fearless forest warrior who completed Iknimaya. You are brother of Tulkun. I have only ever admired you. I just smiled because I was happy you.. you needed me here with you." You confessed, peering up is at him. His golden eyes dilated, his fear and anxiety washing from his body and seeping down into the palm leaves. You tilted your head, planting a delicate kiss on his temple. His ears turned up, letting out a relieved breath, "I see you." He murmured. Your eyes tracing his violet tinted face and his hand clinging to yours, "I see you, ma Neteyam."
He continued, lowering his voice, hoping the artist hasn't been eavesdropping the entire time, "baby, could you help me? How were you so calm during your Moko?" He let his other hand trail the ink staining your shoulders, amber eyes enamored by you. Your softened under his touch, the calloused pads of his fingers striking every nerve in your body. Your love for him filled your chest with endearment, you purred, "of course, love. Let's keep going and I’ll tell you all about my Iknimaya.”
I really loved the modern au fic. So could I have a request for part 2 please?
I thought that maybe you could write that the reader finds Neteyams oversized shirt and puts it on (bc she has to open the door for her friends- Kiri, Tsireya, loak etc.). When everyone comes in loak asks her why she’s wearing neteyams tshirt and she says that she prob bought the same one. Then when they come to the kitchen they will see the two rice bowls and someone will ask her why she has two bowls of rice. You could use a different excuse but I thought that maybe she was meal prepping or something. So when everyone goes home she finds neteyam on her bed in her room peacefully reading while she was stressing about someone going into her room and finding neteyam. And maybe you could do smut at the end?
Okayy, thank u smmm! Ily <3
hi anon!! Absolutely! I’ve actually been writing the draft for over a week now and was just having the worst writers block BUT I totally did the rice bowl thing already HAHA I will try and post it by the end of this week!! thank you so much :) <3
Summary: you and Neteyam are mated, but you accepted a courting gift from another warrior, unknowing that Neteyam was watching from behind the tent.
Warnings/Notes: NSFW 18+ jealousy SMUT, p in v, oral v, soft dom neteyam & sub reader, brief choking, minor breeding kink, mentions size difference, praise, “good girl”, “pretty girl”, aftercare fluff. WC: 2.8k
Neteyam was not a jealous person. You never gave him a reason to be, always brushing off the other young warriors and telling you are mated to the next Olo'eyktan. Besides, he trusts you. But there was one Na'vi, a skilled warrior, excellent healer, and talented weaver, that did not seem to understand you were taken. Kaltxì. You did not see it, oblivious to his constant "injuries" leading him to the healer's tent, asking for your care. You said he was "clumsy" in which Neteyam would respond, "okay ma yawne, if you are not worried, neither am I." Neteyam never wanted to make you feel like you couldn't make your own decisions. But you were his, and as much as the other Na'vi men courted you, you would still only be his.
Kaltxì had no respect for your relationship with Neteyam, and no shame in hiding it. After Neteyam was done with patrolling, he scavenged the forest for your favorite fruits, wrapping them neatly in a teal coloured cloth. He had known how tired you have been lately, working long past eclipse because of the war party's arrival. Neteyam wanted to surprise you at work, since it was near eclipse, and you would be quiet exhausted. But as he approached your tent, he caught your shadow crouched over another warrior's body, Kaltxì's body. Neteyam peered into the tent, Kaltxì whispered jokes, earning your angelic laugh as your applied nectar to his shoulder wound. Neteyam noticed sliced utumauti fruit on the table. Kaltxì brought you fruit, you accepted Kaltxì' fruit.
"Zeykoyu, I have something for you. To thank you for always treating me" Kaltxì said, reaching into his leather pouch. You shook your head, with a small smile, "Kaltxì, I don't need anything, I enjoy healing. You're just too clumsy." He grinned, pulling out a small root braided necklace hugging a jade coloured crystal in the center. You raised your brows, surprised at the phenomenal weaving, "Oh goodness, I wish I had weaved my pod as good as this.." Neteyam watched the light grow in your eyes, envious that another man courting you earned that look. He clenched the bag of fruits he had picked for you, and immediately left the healing tent to go back to your pod, the one you felt isn't weaved very well.
You smile faltered, shaking your head ever so slightly, "but I cannot accept, I am mated to the next Olo'eyktan" you said proudly. Kaltxì let out a quiet sigh, "then please accept it as a token of my gratitude" he clasped his hands over yours, closing yours over the necklace. You crinkled your nose, darting your eyes from his hands to his eyes. You quickly pulled out from his grasp, now growing uncomfortable and desperate to leave. You wished Neteyam were here.
You gave him a curt nod, "okay, I accept this as a token of your gratitude. Irayo." You quickly stood up, shoving the necklace into your pouch before turning back towards him, "It is past eclipse, I must go." Kaltxì shuffled to his feet, opening his mouth to speak, but you quickly bowed and made your way home. Your way to Neteyam.
"Ma Neteyam?" You closed the cloth entrance to your pod, tossing your pouch down on the small wooden table. You pulled the necklace out and huffed, what were you to do with this? You could not wear it, the necklace Neteyam weaved would be the only one you wear. You did not even want to see Kaltxì "gift." But you then noticed a teal cloth near your bag and you unwrapped it to find your favorite fruits. Neteyam revealed himself, walking from behind the curtain that covers your bed, but he remained quiet. "Ma Neteyam, how are you? Have you eaten? Thank you for the fruit, I can cut this for us" You offered, holding the spartan fruit with a grin. His expression was blank, "where have you been, Ma Muntxa?"
You furrowed your brows, "at the healing tent? Ma Neteyam, is something the matter?" He ignored your question, "with who?" He was tense, his body rigid as he maintained distance from you. You bit your lip, stepping closer to him, "what? With warriors, Teyam, from the War Party."
"Like Kaltxì?" He stepped forward, close in enough you could feel the anger seep into the floor and climb up your spine. You paused. "Yes, Kaltxì was there this evening." Neteyam then brushed past you, picking the necklace off the counter, "and you accepted this from him?" You lowered your eyes, you knew you only accepted so Kaltxì would leave but you began to grow irritated with your mate. Neteyam truly thought you were not loyal? "What are you accusing me of, Neteyam? Mating with another?" You narrowed your eyes at him, stepping close enough to press your chest against his. He huffed, shifting your back against the the table, a disingenuous smile plastered on his face, "put it on, Ma Muntxa."
You blinked, crinkling your forehead, "what?" Neteyam clenched his jaw, growing impatient, "put it on" he repeated, dangling it next to your head. You scowled, snatching it from his hand and tying it around your neck, "happy?" His expression was dull, loosely running his finger over the neck, "the weave is nice." You gulped, trying to keep your poker-face but his touch along your collarbone made you squirm. You couldn't read him anymore, you had never seen him like this. His eyes snapped up at you, his hands suddenly gripping beneath your thighs to flip your back onto the table. He smirked at the little gasp that escaped your lips but his eyes still flashed red, "did you forget who you are mated to? Or are you just that desperate for another man's attention?"
Your breath hitched, "Neteyam-you, I am mated with you" you stammered, letting your fingers slip underneath his battle band to tug yourself closer to him. Neteyam stood between your legs, his hips aligned with your pelvis. He leaned down closer to you, bringing his thumb to lightly circle your clit from over the thin loincloth. You sucked in a sharp breath, your face growing hot as you whined, "Ma Teyamur.." Heat pooled in your lower back as you started jerking your hips against the pad of his thumb. Neteyam firmly grabbed your hip bone, "stop moving" he instructed. He lazily played with your clit, leaning down to you and leaving a trail of blooming bruises down your neck. You were panting, legs slowing wrapping around his waist with your delicate hands tugging at his braids. Neteyam loved how easily you came undone for him, he hadn't even taken off your loincloth and you already were a breathy mess. It made his heart race. You pulled up his jaw hovering your lips over his, but he remained stone faced, his gaze lazily dragging from your bottom lip to your round, amber eyes. He weaved his lips with yours, feeling the vibrations of your moans against his mouth made his erection harden. Neteyam glided his tongue from your jaw down to your hip bone, watching the way your chest rose and fell so dramatically. When he paused, you peered down at him, "please.." you begged. He nipped at your inner thigh, "please what? Use your fucking words."
"Please, please take it off me" you pleaded, causing Neteyam bit his teeth down on the ties of your loincloth, aggressively tearing it off. He planted delicate kisses over your cluster of nerves, before suddenly slipping two of his fingers in, "so wet for me." You whimpered as he rhythmically finger fucked you, making sure you'd be able to fit him. You were tight around him, your walls fluttering around his fingers making him desperate to feel that around his cock. As Neteyam fingered you, he untied his loincloth, slowly stoking himself to the sound of your cries and the warmth of your center. He stopped, lapping his tongue over his soaked fingers, "so fucking sweet, pretty girl."
You whined, the tension coiled at your core becoming unbearable. Your slurred pleas made Neteyam's muscles tighten and erection throb. He stood up, laying his cock on top of your pelvic bone, long enough to hit the bottom of your stomach. He leaned over you, pulling your head up by the back of neck and planting a hungry kiss against your lips, "see how sweet you are, baby? Who gets to taste you?"
You bite your lip, reaching your hand to gently stoke his erection that laid over your folds, "you, Teyam, only you." His eyes fluttered shut at your soft touch, letting out a low groan, "that's right, pretty girl, just for me." Neteyam's hands skimmed over your hips and up your thighs, spreading your legs a little wider. He took his cock from your little hands and aligned the head with your wetness, pushing himself in inch by inch. Your threw your hands on his waistline, nails digging into his deep blue skin as the pain stung up your spine. You let out a little cry as he slowly rolled his hips into you so you could adjust to his size. He let out a stifled moan, "you were so fucking desperate for me I could not even stretch you enough."
Your breathy moans became steady, loosening your hold on his waist, "N-Neteyam more, I want all of you." He sunk in, his cock disappearing inside of your warmth. His thrusts quickly became deep and rhythmic, making your eyes roll back at the sudden shock, "o-oh fuck." Neteyam was starving, and the look of you sprawled out, hair tangled, and arms trembling was enough to push him over, "look at you, taking me so well." He momentarily shut his eyes, throwing his head back and letting out a guttural moan before tightening his grip on your waist. He aggressively pulled your waist up as he unrelentingly rutted into you, "arch your back." You could feel your legs quivering but you did as you were told, causing Neteyam to stifle a moan, "f-fuck, just like that, good girl."
Neteyam loved to watch the necklace another man made for you bounce against your chest as he fucked you, his name effortlessly rolling off your tongue in slurred, desperate pleas. The thought itself made his cock twitch in your walls, "you think Kaltxì can fuck you like I do?" he taunted.
You frantically shook your head, loosely wrapping your legs around his narrow waist, "no, no, ma Teyam, only you-I-I only want to feel you" you stammered, placing your hand against the side of his face, your fingers tapping against the feathers in his hair. Neteyam choked out a humored moan before he aggressively gripped your jaw, swiping the pad of his thumb over your bottom lip, "all mine." The way his half lidded eyes traced over your figure made your cheeks flush violet, now cautiously aware of messy you must look beneath him. Your trembling thighs, bruises blooming against your neck, but you were more focused on the way his braids framed his structured face and how his ears flickered up when you moaned.
He slipped his thumb between your parted lips, pressing down in the heart of your tongue, causing your moans to become shaky and stifled. You closed your mouth over him, swirling your tongue over his thumb while peering up at him with round, dizzy eyes. Neteyam's breath hitched when you did so, a low growl emitting from this throat. He popped his thumb from your mouth and wrapped his slender fingers around the strong weave of Kaltxì's necklace, tugging it to tighten around your neck. The light pressure made your eyes roll up and back arch, heat spreading under your skin as you chased climax, "o-oh Eywa.." you squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing up from between your thighs. Neteyam thought you were the perfect picture, your pretty little moans, your soft tongue skimming his thumb, your legs clinging to his side, especially your sweet flowery scent that floated throughout the tent. It took it all to keep himself from filling you the second you moaned his name.
He leaned closer to your body, trailing his tongue over your collarbones and up your neck, tasting the sweat that had glazed your skin, "eyes on me, pretty girl, look at me when I fuck you." Tears welled in your eyes, wrapping your delicate hands around his jaw, "Ma Neteyam, I want to feel you cum inside me" you moaned. Neteyam's skin prickled at your words, a smooth erotic moan slipped past his lips. He thrusted deeply into your center at a frenzied pace causing your legs growing limp as tides of pleasure gripped your body. He quickly scooped your legs, pressing your knees up next to your head making you whine. The way you tightened on Neteyam made his erection throb and hips stutter, "oh fuck, that's it, good girl, so perfect for me."
The friction of his thrusts and angle where he hit your g-spot quickly pushed you to your high, the tension coiled at your abdomen dissolved into pleasure, your walls clenching around him, "Neteyam, you're making me cum" you cried out. Ecstasy swallowed your nerves, pricking up your spine making your vision starry and blurry. The way Neteyam's jaw locked and golden eyes dilate as he watched you unravel only intensified your climax.
"That's right, pretty girl, cum on me" Neteyam groaned, peering down at the way he slide in and out of you. Your walls fluttered and clenched around his cock, causing his hips to stutter inside you as his core began to tighten, "baby, I'm going to fill you up." He loosened his hold on your legs, leaning over you to weave his lips with yours. Neteyam wanted to kiss you as he peaked, to taste you and feel your moans against his lips when he made you his again. Your breath was warm against his skin as you moaned into each others mouths, your tongue impatiently exploring his lips, "please, Teyam.."
He groaned your name while his essence painted inside of you. Neteyam let out a shattered moan before breaking your kiss, softly peppering kissed along your cheekbone, "you did so good for me, ma yawne."
"Nga yawne lu oer, Neteyam" you murmured, hands lazily running through his braids. He let out a low hum, smiling into the kisses he planted, "Nga yawne lu oer."
He gently pulled his erection out causing you to wince, his seed seeping out from your entrance. Neteyam clicked his tongue in disapproval, "can't have that happening.." he rasped before slipping a finger in you, pushing his dripping cum back inside. It made your ears flutter down, a small whine escaping your lips. He averted his gaze back to you, admiring the petal like bites he gifted you along your neck, but he especially liked the faint violet mark left from Kaltxì's necklace. Neteyam gently traced his fingers along the bruises, now aware of the way your chest heaved, "my love, do you feel okay?"
Your skin was glistening, half lidded eyes enamored by him, "yes, ma Teyamur, so good" you extended your arms out towards him, wrapping them around his neck. He embraced you, lifting your body from the table and carrying you to the small, bed cushioned with palm leaves and grove knit blankets. He sat up, laying you by his side. You nuzzled up next to his chest, inhaling his earthy, sandalwood scent.
"Should I cut us some fruit?" Neteyam cooed, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. You grinned, responding with a quiet hum as you began to stand up, "I'll help." He quickly pulled you into his lap, playfully biting his fangs over the crook of your neck. You crinkled your nose, letting out a soft laugh. Neteyam laid you down, pulling the grove blanket above your hips, "you rest, I will bring fruit, okay, my love?" You nodded, Neteyam placing a feathery on the top of your head.
He expression quickly fell flat, flicking his finger across the jade necklace, "take that thing off." You let out a scoff, attempting to conceal your humored smile as you untied Kaltxì's necklace, "you asked me to put it on.." you mumbled. Neteyam continued, "it's a strong weave, I could tie it around your wrists next time." Your mouth went agape, amber eyes wide as he let out a low chuckle. You playfully nudged his thigh, breaking out into a grin.
Neteyam starred at you with beaming eyes, adoring your wispy lashes, flush cheeks, and swollen lips. "You're my mate" he purred, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You tilted your head, placing your hand over his, an affectionate glint in your eye, "and you are mine, ma Neteyam."
Neteyam could feel your small body beside him, shuffling and turning, letting out uncomfortable sighs and groans. His ears flickered, slowly opening his amber eyes to find you have been wide awake. Neteyam gently squeezed your arm, “ma yawne, what is wrong? You cannot sleep?”
You peered up at him with furrowed brows, shaking your head. You huffed, sitting straight up in your palm leaf bed, burying your head into your palms. Neteyam frowned, leaning up beside you to light the small candle sitting on the tents floor. He tilted his head towards you, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear, “baby, it’s okay, you do not need to be upset. Come here, let me help you.” You looked at him hesitantly, eyes glazed over with a little pout. Neteyam planted a feathery kiss against your cheekbone, then once more on your forehead before pressing his forehead to yours, “I love you.” You couldn’t help but grin, your irritation dissolving the moment he kissed you, “I love you, ma Neteyam.”
He smiled, stroking your head before taking you in his arms and laying down. You shifted on your stomach, placing your head against his chest to listen to his rhythmic heartbeat. He folded the sage green knit blanket below your waist, before wrapping his arms around your back, “is this okay? Are you cold, my love?” You shook your head, deepening your embrace, “you’re warm enough, Tey.” Your head nuzzled into the crook of his neck, allowing him to smell the top if your head, “you smell good, like tawtsngal flowers” he murmured. You quietly laughed, snuggling up to his side, “irayo, ma Teyam..”
The dim candle light was cozy, and you liked the cold that radiated from the palm leaves beneath the two of you. In the distance, you could hear the flutters and clicks of the forest creatures roaming past eclipse. You felt comfortable with the rise and fall of Neteyam’s chest, his warm earthy scent made your eyes weary. His slender fingers ran through your hair, before tracing down the curve of your back. Neteyam began quietly humming a song, a lullaby his mother sang to him when he was young, the first bead on his songcord. Neteyam gazed at you as you drifted to sleep, parted lips and wispy lashes, he adored how peaceful you looked. “Goodnight, ma yawne.”
Summary: modern!college!AU. You & your best friend, Kiri, met when you started college a year ago where she introduced you to her group. Now that you and Neteyam have been secretly dating for 5 months, hiding it from them is becoming increasingly difficult, especially since Kiri has the spare key to your apartment.
Warnings/tags: cussing? cute morning with teyam, all fluff but some suggestive content. secret relationship. wc. 1.5k
The dim sunlight broke through your lace curtains, illuminating the side of Neteyam's face. He blinked, slowly dragging his hand to your side of the bed to only to feel the warmth of where your once body laid on the cotton sheets. Confused, he pushed himself out of your bed, quickly attempting to fix the sheets and blankets before leaving. You were in kitchen, in a strappy sage green bralette and lace underwear fixing him lavender tea.
"Goodmorning pretty girl, I was wondering where you were" Neteyam placed his hands against your hip bone, nuzzling his head into your neck. He inhaled, relishing in your scent of clean citrus and Jasmine. You tilted your head, planting a delicate kiss on his upper arm, "morning, Teyam, go sit, I'm making breakfast." You turned around, placing the crystal mug in his hands, "lavender green tea" before walking off towards the cupboards. Neteyam sat down at the counter, his eyes following your movements, "thank you, baby. You didn’t have to make it green for me, I know you like black."
You smiled, shaking your head, "but you like green, Teyam." He let out a low chuckle, taking a sip. Neteyam loved the way you thought of him, whether it be a random “i miss you” text or surprising him at his game. You were the only person he looked for in the crowd.
"Do you have practice today?" You asked, scooping small servings of fried rice into earth-toned ceramic bowls, saving the opal blue one for Neteyam.
"No, no, I want to stay here with you, love. Maybe you can help me fix some of my braids? I want to change the beads to those ones you bought for your phone charm" Neteyam broke into a smile, holding up some random braids that looked completely fine. You scoffed, "really? You think I'd sacrifice my phone charm for your hair?" You walked around the counter, setting the rice in front of him. He wrapped his hands around your waist, setting his chin at your core to peer up at you, "I definitely think you would." You pet his hair, intertwining your fingers with the beaded strands, "but I thought you loved these blue ones, baby." He shrugged, laying gentle kisses on your waistline, "I do but those green ones remind me of you." You giggled, breaking free from his grasp to sit in the chair next to him. He grabbed the metal frame of your chair, pulling it so your legs would lay against his. "You know it'll be 5 months for us soon" you stated while reaching for the umami sauce, "want some?"
Neteyam nodded, taking the bottle from your hands, "thank you, love. But yeah, of course I know, 4 more days. What has you thinking about that?"
You shrugged, taking a bite of rice, "don't you think we should tell them?"
Neteyam coughed, snapping his head towards yours. You scoffed, playing swatting his arm, "you idiot! Why don't you want to tell them? Got a side girlfriend?" You grinned, nudging his shoulder. He gave you a half-smile, glancing up at you, "you are the side girlfriend." You partially rolled your eyes, attempting to conceal your humored expression, while he defended himself, "it is not that I don't want to tell them, my love, I just don’t want to worry them, mostly Kiri."
You paused, "why would us being together worry them?"
"If we were to break up, Kiri is your best friend, but Lo'ak and Kiri are still my siblings. I think Kiri would worry about that. Not Lo'ak, he would not think that far ahead but still, Kiri" Neteyam explained, taking another bite of rice. You stared at him with knit brows and thinned lips, "you're already planning our breakup?"
He playfully glared at you, "oh come on, baby, you know what I mean." You gazed at him, crinkling your nose. You liked the way his accent sounded when he said his T's at the end of the sentence. You liked the way your name rolled off his tongue. You liked it so much, nothing he said ever truly upset you.
Your mouth curved into a smile, "I do, I know what you mean. But I think they'll be more upset we kept it from them for this long" you placed your hand over his.
Neteyam knew they would be upset for more reasons than one, and he didn’t want their thoughts to get to you. He felt what you two had was too special to tell the world and give them the opportunity to ruin it. But he also knew you were right. He sighed, giving your handle a gentle squeeze, "you are right."
"Plus, I've been worried since Kiri has a spare key, that'd she walk in on us" you said, before letting out a stifled laugh. His eyes widened, starring down at his bowl with a blank expression. Neteyam thought of every single thing you’ve done with him in this very room and cringed at the thought of his sister walking through the door, “Eywa, babe..”
You raised your brows, stroking his shoulder in attempt to comfort him, "Sorry, shouldn’t of brought that up.” You cleared your throat, now trying to steer the conversation in a different direction, “do think it's kind of weird how they haven't suspected anything with us."
Neteyam slowly nodded before his eyes suddenly lit up, "wait, what if we waited until they noticed?"
"Instead of telling them?" You questioned, tilting your head. He shrugged, "yes, like a game." You leaned back into your chair, crossing your arms, "and how would that work? We just keep acting as friends and hope they notice we're sleeping together?"
"Yes." He paused, putting his fork down, "wait, sleeping together? That is what I am to you?" A smile grew on your face, "obviously, Teyam, thought that was clear." His eyes narrowed, jumping out of his seat to lift you onto the counter. Your eyes beamed, a quiet laugh escaping your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck. His chest was bare, with only a thin braided chord wrapped around his neck, hugging a citrine stone and a pair of fitted black boxers. His lips weaved into yours, as he released a pleased hum. One of his hands held your waist and the hold caressing your thigh, "I love you, sweetheart" he murmured, spotting light kisses along your collarbone. You gently ran your dainty fingers through his braids, "I love you, Neteyam."
But at the sound of your door lock twisting, the air went still as you both adverted your eyes to watch.
"Lo'ak, have you never used a key before?" Kiri's mumbled voice traveled through the wooden door, as the handle shook. "I hate when you talk" Lo'ak snipped back, continuing to shake the handle. Tsierya groaned, "Lo'ak, let me do it." Ao'nung laughed as the group began to quietly bicker.
You and Neteyam looked back at each other, wide eyed and mouths agape. "Why are they here?" Neteyam whispered. You shrugged, "I must've missed a text or something.." Neteyam exhaled, "it must be your fault for bringing up the key earlier, what is that American phase? Jinx? You did that." You huffed, rolling your eyes at him.
Neteyam lifted you off the counter, "what do we do?" You blinked, a small grin growing on your face, "we could try what you said, act like friends." He knit his brows, "I didn’t say it was a great idea.."
Tsierya quickly unlocked the door, but the secondary lock kept it from opening, "oh! Kiri, we did not plan for this."
"It's fine, just call her name, she's awake." Kiri commented, and without missing a beat, Tsierya softly called your name.
Neteyam looked down at you, desperate for instructions. You exhaled, hurriedly pushing his body towards your room, "go in my room, I'll distract them just-just wait, okay?" He nodded, "you are going to greet Ao'nung and Lo'ak wearing that?" He gently snapped the side of your sage green lace underwear. You lowered your eyes, "well I did say distract, right, Teyam?"
"One second!" You called towards the door, looking back at him.
Neteyam huffed, ignoring the calls and knocks behind the door, "I don't like sneaking around, I just want to be with you." You pouted, caressing his jaw between your hands, "I know, my Neteyam, me too, but we shouldn't be dressed like this when we tell them, we should know what we want to say."
He begrudgingly nodded, pulling you closer before giving you a tender kiss, brushing his hands down your waist. You melted, your cheeks went crimson, and your chest warmed, "okay, baby, go to my room" you lightly tapped his shoulder. He offered you a gentle smile before watching him slip behind the wall into your room.
"Tsierya! Sorry, naked, one second!"
"Oh I'm sorry, Kiri said you would be up!" Tsierya apologized.
"Yeah and I was right so why are you naked?" Kiri questioned, tilting her head.
"Just open the door anyway" Ao'nung said, causing Lo'ak to hit his shoulder, "bro."
Rotxo ignored everyone, "take your time!"
You stood in front of the door, listening to their bickering and shuffling feet. How were you and Neteyam ever going to sit them down and reveal your relationship? It would be the only time they all agree on something. Agree to hate you two, of course.
Notes: Haven't been able to get college AU Neteyam out of my mind!!
Summary: You and Neteyam argued before he left for his 3-day hunt. After he arrived back to the reef, he discovered you were never waiting for him. He finds you unbraiding your hair near a tide pool and decides to offer his help.
Warnings: mostly angsty, little fluff towards the end. nswf, praise kink, oral p & oral v.
Word count: 4343.
Notes: not proofread! thank you for all the support!
Neteyam emerged from the islands forest, his bow carved from the last pieces of Hometree swung over his shoulder and a grove net carrying large reef fish. The Metkayina warrior, Kiawn, had already left to his family's pod, leaving Neteyam to deliver the hunt. The majority of the clan crowded the stone fire surrounding the shore. As he approached, some members clicked and cheered at his successful hunt. Neteyam bowed to the Olo'eyktan, gesturing his hand from his forehead down then handing him the net. Jake patted his shoulder, "how was it, son? Any trouble?"
He shook his hand, his braids sweeping across his shoulders, "No, sir." He sat across from his siblings, his eyes scanning the crowd for signs of you, but there wasn't a trace. Neteyam thought of you too much on his hunt. Like when he saw a sparkling pincer fish, or a sage green shell, he could just imagine the way your eyes would light up. But you plagued him, he could feel the texture of your wrist engrained on his calloused fingertips, and how it felt when you wrapped your delicate fingers around his arm to push him away. He gulped, attempting to blink away the guilt gnawing at his core.
"Kiri, have you seen her today?" He spoke softly, fumbling with his leather arm wrap and avoiding Kiri's gaze.
Her brows knit together, questioning why Neteyam would openly ask about you, but she nodded, wrapping Tuk's shoulders with a cloth. Tuk smiled, "she's taking her braids out so I can practice more later!"
Kiri agreed, "but I'm sure you can train more with her tomorrow. She wouldn't want to train you after a hunt this close to eclipse."
Neteyam pursed his lips, "right." Kiri looked up at him, puzzled, wanting him to explain why he would ask for you after whatever happened between you two in your pod. She had watched him follow you into your pod that night, but he came out stomping, his braids dramatically swinging side to side with his ears completely flat. But she wouldn't ask, not in-front of their parents. Neteyam and Kiri glanced at Netyiri then back at each other, before Kiri turned her back to sit next to Tuk. Neteyam pursued his lips, his ears flickering back and diverting his gaze again.
Lo'ak, oblivious to the quiet glances and furrowed brows looked at Neteyam, "why do you ask, bro, thought you guys got in a fight?" Kiri slapped his arm, hoping the comment didn't catch the attention of Jake and Neytiri. All three watched as Jake's ears flickered back, but he didn't turn around. Lo'ak rubbed his arm, shaking his head, "whatever."
You sat on a smooth stone, nearing a large tide pool. You pulled at your scalp braids unsuccessfully, throwing your arms down into the water with a sigh. Brushing your fingers along the vibrant purple fantail coral, bioluminescence following your touch. Schools of hammerbrow fish circled through the pool, around your ankles and between your fingers. Neteyam approached the tide pool, knowing you enjoy washing off on the far side of the clans shore where the coral blooms and the water shallow. He watched you adjust your pale green loincloth, the glass beads and shells dangling from the waist clicking against the rock before dipping your braids back into the tide. The tips of the flowering leaves from your top cover dipped into the water with you, sticking to your chest when you resurfaced. His cheeks flushed a light fuchsia, and he began to feel like he should have announced himself earlier. He was nervous to make his presence known, unsure of what to say after what he had said to you. After what you had said to him. "Hey" he said, laying his bow against a nearby rock.
Your ears perked up, checking your top to be sure you're decent, "Neteyam.." Wordlessly, he sat on the side of the rock, his legs crossed into the edge of the water. You watched him, the way he carefully set his legs along the shore, careful to not disturb the delicate corals and baby crustaceans crawling along the reef. As your eyes traced his torso, you noticed there was some bruising along the top of shoulder to the middle of his bicep, maybe from carrying the bow or ropes of fish across the islands. You thought about his hunt, whether his shoulder bothered him the whole time and spoiled his first hunt. You thought maybe you spoiled his first hunt, by arguing with him the night before he left. The air was thick between you two, but you didn't quite feel ready to resurface everything you two had spoken of.
"The hunt, how was it? Did Kiawn all the credit?" You offered him a half smile, bringing your hands back to your scalp to undo your braids. He let out a breathy laugh, "It was.. different than the forest. If you were there, I would have learned more" Neteyam looked up at you, ears flat, and his tail carefully waving behind him.
You shook your head, "I'm no hunter."
His shifted his eyes down toward the tide pool, following the movement of glider fins, "but no, he did not, I delivered the hunt to Olo'eyktan myself. You were supposed to accept my hunt with him."
Your chest tightened, ears flicking down. You hadn't expected him to care about your absence. Suddenly, flowers of guilt bloomed beneath you "do not.." You sentence trailed of into a sigh. You reached your hand to his sore shoulder, delicately tracing the bruises, "Let's go back to my pod, I will treat this." He slightly pulled away from you, shaking his head, "I am not hurt."
Then silence. You know you should apologize for not being there but then you would have to apologize for so much more, and you couldn't. You groaned, shifting over to the edge of the smooth stone, "Fine, Teyam, sit."
He obliged, acting as if he was doing it just for you but, truthfully, he had been waiting for you to offer. Neteyam watched you undo your braids, one eye squinted, pulling at your scalp. Saltwater droplets delicately rolled down your jaw, falling to your collarbone. "You are like a child" he remarked, "cannot even take your braids out."
You rolled your eyes, "skxawng." His hands reached up to your braids, "let me take care of it for you." You let out a quiet hiss, shifting your head to the side, "I don't need help, Neteyam."
He scowled, "stop being difficult." His calloused fingers intertwined with your hair, gently unlacing the braids Tuk messily weaved together. Your breath hitched in your throat, the only times you two had touched each other was when you were critiquing his hunting position, or the few times he offered to tie your necklace. You felt your nervousness melt, unusually comfortable under his touch. You momentarily had forgotten about fight and the weird tension that lingers between the two of you. "Thank you" you mumbled, fidgeting with the shells of your loin cloth, "usually Kiawn does my braids, you weren't supposed to find out I'm the only Metkayina who cannot braid" You let out a quiet laugh, but Neteyam scrunched his face at the thought of Kiawn here beside you. Neteyam's chest was pressed against the side of your arm, his slender fingers were entangled in your wispy hair. He couldn't fathom another man this close to you, it's too intimate. Is it because Kiawn was a better warrior? Is Kiawn a worthy mate in your eyes? Neteyam tugged some of your hair, smirking at your irritation. You were quick to hiss at him but broke into a smile once you met his gaze.
"Does he still braid your hair?" Neteyam questioned, his fingers still wrapped around a few loose strands of hair. Your hand reached up to his, and as he let go, you brushed his knuckles against your lips, "no, Neteyam, he does not." Neteyam's ears flicked with surprise and his amber eyes widened at your touch. You touched his hand. Truthfully, you surprised yourself, matching his widen eyes and stifled breathes. He slowly slipped his hand from your grip, and you quickly turned back to face the tide, placing your hands back into your lap.
His forearms laid against your back, and he paused to trace your tattoo with his fingers. Neteyam was never given the opportunity to be this close to your tattoo, he was enchanted by the way the black ink wrapped around your shoulders, climbing up the back of your neck like ivy. He figured he could quickly admire your tattoo, fast enough before you swatted him away. Instead, you smiled shyly, shivering under his touch, "Your tattoo would be on your arms. That's where warriors are given their tattoos." His smile began to falter, 'warrior.' It rolled off your tongue so thoughtlessly, but it was only a few nights ago you had told him how unworthy of a warrior he was, and he told you how unworthy of a Tsahìk you were. You felt the air go still; his fingers now cold against your shoulders and his body stiffened near yours. Neteyam stayed quiet, patting down your hair where the braids once were. You frowned at his silence, hoping he would do anything to acknowledge the uncomfortable tension between you two, even something as small as waving his tail. You momentarily closed your eyes, "say it, Neteyam."
"What?" He removed his hands from you, placing them at his side. You turned your body closer to face him, but still wouldn't look at his face, "say what you have been wanting to tell me, what you have been thinking about."
Neteyam paused, his eyes roaming over your scrunched face and closed eyes. He flattened his ears, "why would you call me a warrior? After what happened, why would you tell me that? You would not even accept my hunt." He spoke calmly as his face gravitated closer to yours. You could feel the guilt and regret pooling at your feet. Your eyes saddened, but you remained silent. What could you say? There was no explanation or apology that could undo the way your words imprinted on his heart.
He continued, "am I not a worthy warrior?"
Your head snapped to face him, contouring into an unreadable expression, "am I not a worthy Tsahìk? Do not expect an apology from me." Your words were short, but your teal eyes stayed wide and desperate for Neteyam to keep talking, anything to suppress the growing silence between you two. His ears flickered, eyes softening at your vulnerability. Neteyam reached towards your jaw, briefly brushing his thumb under your eyes, "is Kiawn a greater warrior than me?"
You tilted your head up slightly, peering up at him with furrowed brows, "Kiawn? What does he have to do with this? W-With us?" you stuttered, confused and completely thrown off by his comment. You would have never thought Neteyam would compare himself to another warrior, let alone a warrior less than him. Neteyam was always the greatest warrior. His hands traced down your jaw, along your neck to caress the sides of your forearms, "you are a remarkable Tsahìk, and I have only wanted you to look at me the way I look at you. I don't need an apology, yawne, I know what you really meant that night. You want to protect your family, like me. I experience you, my love, we are one" Neteyam gently moved on his hands over your heart, his fingers brushing over your collar bone. His bioluminescent spots sparkled beneath his eyes and in a little circle on his forehead, his amber eyes peered up at you, trying to read the expression painted on your face.
You face saddened, your bottom lip pouted out and you tilted your head. Both your hands wrapped around his face, your finger gently brushing against the feathers in his hair. It felt as if the months of bickering and indifference had dissolved into the reef, leaving you yearning for something more to keep you connected to Neteyam. At your fingertips, you felt his ears flicker, watching as his eyes traced every inch of your face. You carefully moved one of your hands down to his chest, over his heart, "I see you, Neteyam."
His lips parted, quickly glancing at the hand you placed on his chest, back at your iridescent oval eyes. Neteyam felt his pulse quicken, pulling you closer by your waist, "I see you."
He tucked loose strands of hair behind your ear, swiping his thumb across your lips, "let me prove to you that I am worthy of you."
You nodded slowly, shifting onto your knees to level yourself slightly above him, looking down into amber eyes and illuminate markings. You traced your fingers down the bridge of his nose, crossing under his eyes, feeling his shallow breathes against your chest. He liked the way you observed him, the way you memorized every mark on his face and how it felt when his chest rose. His hands wrapped behind your head, tilting your head down to him. You responded by gliding your chin across the edges of his face. Neteyam hummed beneath you, his eyes flickering closed for just a moment, before gently guiding your lips to his. He kissed you softly, helping you onto his lap, both of your knees interlocked with each other. As his kisses turned more demanding, you closed the little space left between you two, his hold on your waist deepened. Your center accidentally bucked against his thigh causing you to gasp, letting out the smallest whine. The pleasure waved through your body, causing your nails to dig into the side of his neck. You quickly looked down, breaking the kiss trying to conceal your violet flushed cheeks, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.."
"Do not feel embarrassed, is that what you want, pretty girl? Neteyam murmured, his hand traveling slowly up to your chin, positioning it back up to look in his eyes. You squirmed on top of him, feeling heat spread from behind your lower back up your spine. He smirked at your crimson cheeks and needy demeanor, "Use your words, is this what you want?"
You breath hitched, "yes, Neteyam, this is what I want" your hands smoothed down his neck, "But-but you have not completed your rites, by Eywa we cannot mate.."
"I know, I know" he cooed, "when we mate, I want it to be sacred. For now, let me take care of you" He brought his head down into the crook of your neck, scattering small kisses along your collar. Neteyam savored the taste of saltwater that coated your skin and your sweet smell, like the forests Sun Lillies, "okay?" You throat felt dry, ears flickering down before you nodded slowly. He caressed your back, laying you down on the smooth stone as he climbed on top of you. You tried to prop yourself up by your hand, but Neteyam kissed you desperately, pulling your waist up against his as he did so. You placed your hand over his back, the sand stuck to your fingertips pricking against his skin. It stung his nerves, the granulated sand rough against his skin, your nails trailing down his spine, your small hands pulling at his hair. It made his blood heat and ache between his thighs. Neteyam groaned while gently untied your floral knit top, nipping at the flesh as his traveled down to your naval. You threw your neck back, letting out breathy moans, hands still tangled in his braids while he marked you from your chin down to your center. His slender fingers brushed against your nipples as he sucked the tender flesh on your hip bone.
"Please, Teyam" you pleaded, bucking your hips slightly forward. You couldn't take his teasing any longer. He smirked, "so needy, my love. Tell me what you want" he lowered himself off the stone, admiring how pretty you looked sprawled out, hair trailing over the rock, a breathy mess with swollen lips and blushed ears, your legs spread just for him, with only the thin sage loin cloth draped over your wetness. You suddenly felt nervous with the way he ogled you, closing your legs just a little, "I- you- you know, Neteyam." You felt yourself losing composure, begging and flustered in a way you hadn't felt before. Neteyam reached for the shells hanging from your loin cloth, very slowly pulling the tie loose, "you are so perfect, baby, you don't need to feel nervous, keep those pretty legs open for me." He was kneeling in front of you, eyeing your center as your tie came undone. He let the fabric rest over your slit, planting sweet kisses down your thigh and gently over your clit.
Your muscles tightened, desperate for him to completely undress you. You reached to hold the hand he had wrapped around your hip bone, letting out shattered breathes. He loved how quickly you unraveled for him, so he brushed your loin cloth off, and skimmed his tongue from your sweet spot up to your navel. You shuddered, letting out a sweet little cry, flickering your eyes shut and laying your head back, but Neteyam quickly interrupted, "eyes on me, pretty girl." But before you could lift your head up enough to see him, his tongue fluttered over a cluster of nerves, causing your breath to hitch. Neteyam smoothed his fingers over yours before slipping his hand back down around your hip bone, pulling you deeper into him. Tension coiled beneath your cluster, Neteyam releasing it by circling you with his flattened tongue. You tilted your head, finally peering down at Neteyam below you, to find his eyes already locked on you. His amber eyes peered up at your, hungry and lustful. You let out a sharp moan, withering under his touch. You wanted to pull him up by this jaw and taste yourself on his lips, but before you could speak, he slipped two of his slender fingers inside you. You sucked in a breath, back arched, whimpering slurred pleas to Neteyam, his name staining your lips. "So wet for me, baby, that make you feel good?" He curved his fingers, gently pressing against your sweet spot, causing your eyes to roll back, a guttural moan escaping your throat, "Oh, Eywa, Neteyam.. so good.."
Neteyam could barely take it anymore, the way his name stained your tongue, and your fingers pulling at his braids, his erection throbbed, aching for release. You tightness pulsated around his fingers, as he slide them in and out at a hungry pace, while rapidly swirling his tongue over your bud. Neteyam was sloppy, salvia running down his chin, savoring your sweet utumauti taste, you were intoxicating, "good girl, you are doing so good for me" he cooed.
You felt dizzy, your eyes drifting from him to the midnight sky, letting out trembling whines, "I love how you feel inside me, Ma Teyam, please, I'm so close" you pleaded, lighting covering your mouth to muffle the desperate moans you couldn't seem to hold back. But as you did so, Neteyam suddenly slowed his pace, "I want to hear you, pretty girl, I won't let you cum until I hear you."
You let out a shaky breath, jerking your hips onto his fingers to fuck yourself with them. Your whimpered his name, feeling every nerve in your body dissolve into pleasure. Neteyam gripped your hip bones to stop you from fucking yourself with him, "that's for me, sweetheart." You were melting, thighs trembling over him and tears building up, "please, Tey, please!"
He fingered you recklessly, hitting your sweet spot and lapping softly over your cluster. He was starving, on his knees groaning into your wetness as you begged him for release. He loved the warmth between your legs, your thighs brushing against his ears and your calf dangled over his shoulder. Neteyam felt his erection harden, an orb of precum finding home on his cockhead. You were chasing climax, your walls fluttering around his fingers and hips fluttering downwards. He smirked, "you want to cum on my fingers for me, pretty girl?" You nodded frantically, arching your back, yelping at the way his fingers adjusted to this newfound angle.
"Ma Neteyam, I-I.. you're going to make me cum" and with one last thrust, you felt shockwaves envelope your body, tears breaking your waterline, "Teyam!" Your legs trembled in his hold, ecstasy swallowing your senses, prickling up your fingertips until your vision went starry. His tongue lightly ghosted over your cluster once more, before nibbling on the sensitive flesh from your thigh up to your knee. Your chest heaving, pleased hums escaping your lips. You wanted to thank him, but your throat felt hoarse from all the pleading and moaning. Neteyam trailed bites, gently flicking his tongue out, from your naval up to your collarbone. He caressed your jaw, his lips weaving with yours, and you brushed your tongue along his to taste yourself on him. He let out a hushed, needy groan at the motion, slipping his arms beneath you to lift you from the rock, laying you against the soft sand with your back rested against the stone. Your head was leaned into his chest, knees slightly closed and pulled up to you. Neteyam studied your glazed eyes, glistening with adoration and affection.
You peered down at his desperate erection, pulling at his loin cloth. You licked your bottom lip, swallowing nervously before shifting on top to straddle him. You gently nibbled at his neck, earning a small grunt to escape past his lips, "baby, let me hold you, what are you doing?" He squeezed your thighs lightly, grinning when you yelped.
"Ma Neteyam, I want to taste you" you purred, letting your hands travel down to his loin cloth. Neteyam sucked in a breath, his face growing hot and flushed at just your words. You could feel hardness twitch against your thigh, before tugging the thin fabric off of him. His cock laid against your pelvic bone, precum oozing from his tip. Your eyes widen, awestruck at his length causing Neteyam to inflate with pride. You lowered yourself, your small hands feeling down his waist, planting small kisses on his hip bone. You kneeled in front of him, head down and back arched even though you could feel the soreness between your legs. Neteyam watched you, the way your tail waved above your head and the kisses you place near the base of his cock. He swept his knuckles against your cheek, brushing loose strands of hair out of your face and tucking them behind your ear, "fuck, I want you, sweetheart, I need you" Neteyam pleaded, caressing behind your neck. You glided your tongue from the base up the length of his shaft, swirling over the salty essence dripping down. You could feel the small veins against your lips as his hips jerked forward. He let out a rasped moan, tightening his grip on the hair near the back of your head, "f-fuck.."
You wrapped your dainty fingers around his erection, smoothly dragging your hand up and down his length. Lips parted around his cock, taking him into your mouth as you jerked him. He attempted to hold his hips still to avoid gaging you but the coiling tension at his core was making him needy for more. You peered up at him to find his eyes already on you, mouth agape, ragged breathes and grunts, his braids falling in-front of his face. You moaned onto his shaft, his expression arousing you once again.
"Your pretty little mouth feels so fucking good, love" he released a raspy moan, running his fingers through your hair. But he was desperate, and your gentle kisses were just making him hungry for more. He wrapped your hair between his fingers, gripping the back of your head, "baby, is this okay?" Your ears flickered up; you know what we really wanted. You unlocked your jaw, placing one hand on his base and the other on his hip bone. Neteyam bucked his hips into your mouth, his erection hitting against the back of your throat. Your back arched, drool dripping down your neck onto your chest.
"I want to cum in your mouth, my perfect girl. Look at you, taking me so well" Neteyam praised, stifling breathy moans. You quietly gagged; your eyes began to water causing his core to tighten. He loved how you tended to him. His thrusts began erratic and messy, hips stuttering inside you, his fingers gently pulling through your hair, "baby, I-I'm going to cum inside your- f-fuck- your mouth."
You gazed at him as he came undone, releasing his essence into your throat, your name effortlessly rolling off his tongue. You slowly bobbed your head up and down his length, milking every last drop of his seed. He let out an unrestrained moan, gently tugging you up by the back of your neck. As his cock fell out of your mouth, his cum dripped down your lips. He swiped his thumb over his cum, opening your mouth and placing it right at the center of your tongue, "good girl, just like that, baby.." You hummed, sucking his thumb clean. Neteyam leaned down, pulling your face closer to his by your jaw, laying a soft kiss against your swollen lips.
You wrapped your arms around his neck, reconnecting your lips to his. He let out a low chuckle, lifting you up by your waist into his lap, "your hairs a mess" he teased, tucking random strands behind your ears. You grinned, "says you! Feathers flying everywhere" you tugged at his feather braids before nuzzling your head between his neck. You closed your eyes, inhaling his musky, forest scent before planting a delicate kiss on his collar bone. He purred comfortably, "Ma yawntutsyìp, we should get back, it is way past eclipse."
You deepened your embrace, "no, Ma Neteyam, let's sleep here tonight, the reef is lovely."
Neteyam laid a feathery kiss against your temple, leaning his head onto yours, "okay, my love, that sounds perfect."
Girl please we need part 2 of “worthy” I need to know what happens the deep tension between neteyam and the tshaik (sorry if I spelt that wrong) gives me strong enemies to lovers vibes 😭
Thank you for the support!! <3 I have part 2 75% done but now I'm wondering!! Do you guys want to see STRONG enemies to lovers' kind of angry smut or enemies to lovers' post-argument reconciliation sweet smut??
