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neteyam 🌀
the fruit series 🍒🍌🍇 (smut)
pomegranate -
chp 1 chp 2
cherry 🍒 -
chp 1 chp 2
peaches 🍑 -
chp 1 chp 2
the olo'eyktan & i (smut)
ao'nung 🌊
sour - smut
blood & water - smut (tba) / x mangkwan! reader
summary : named as a spinster, you put yourself out for all of the metkayina to see. with much struggle, you go to the man who you have had feelings for years for help. ao'nung helps with a point to prove, that his game is the best.
but when you begin to attract his best friend's attention, does ao'nung finally see you for who you are? or are you still his little sister's best friend?
warnings!
mdni, 18+ language, ao'nung's a womaniser & mean, ao'nung is cocky asf, borderline toxic ao'nung, swearing/cussing, angst, reader ain't petite, public sex, rough sex, sex in the same room as others, reader & ao'nung freaky asf, overstim, reader's a brat, brat tamer ao'nung,
a/n 📝 : so unwell atm legit can't even move around for too long ya'll, allow me if the spelling & grammar isn't right! this is just a little part, will take this down once i feel better and can finish it correctly!
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
i will not mate.
i will never be able to mate.
i must choose myself as always.
i have to keep myself hidden from the people.
i am not a traitor of my people, i am one who enjoys partaking in a little gossip.
as the woman who is well know by the people during the day as a spinster. when darkness falls. i am the woman who stands in the shadows, watching, eavesdropping.
your entire life you have not been chosen by your people, your mother holds the limelight of a position within the clan. a healer but not one to become tsahìk. maybe that shows where the failings begin from.
never good enough to be, just enough to be considered. your mother does not mind this, having to look after yourself and sisters, she works hard. though, you have never truly considered her a good mother. for some reason, you are seen as the ugly duckling, the one who is not built of the normal figures within the clan. eyes laser into you, not based on attraction more so judgement.
never has a male asked for you, furthered in conversation with you. a spinster you could say. it would be unfortunate if you were weak, but you know the secrets of the people - truths that haunt them. you do not need to bother with pointless conversations with men of pea sized brains, you do not need to stand out. or so you keep telling yourself that.
you do not have the narrow waist like the others, the slim frames that are built upon muscles of being strong divers. you are larger, swell, soft in your skin. your stomach is not flat, toned like the others, it has folds, waist curving inwards enough to keep your mind sane. arms fuller, bigger. the women do not have such frames, they stand tall, majestic. it is clear as day - they are part of the metkayina.
your chest is round, full, heavy. your thighs do not hold the gap as theirs, thighs squishing together at times, an uncomfortable burn. the one part of yourself you consider to be most proud of is your behind; thick, rounded, extra protection.
you may describe yourself as different, standing different, but you do not care. you're comfortable in the skin, pleased with obtaining such a figure that does not limit you to the ideals of the clan.
however, it is hard. not all men are appealed with your frame, they prefer a woman who is thin, almost as though she diets on fruit only. no hate to those women, they are ever so lovely. you cannot say the same about your sisters, they like to say things that rile you.
“oh, does this make me look fat?”
or
“my belly sticks out in this!”
you tell yourself they mean no harm, but you know very well they are conscious of what they say. they know how it will affect you.
nevermind that, you are not here to speak on your frame & the words the people say. you are here to publicise the feelings of love that you long desire for, the eyes you daydream in, the man who has grown from young & immature to one of honour and maturity. your best friend’s brother, Ao’nung.
is it something you should be saying out loud? Telling the people you have a crush on your best friend’s brother, one who considers you as family? it is not scandalous more so betrayal.
the Olo’eyktan’s family welcomed you into their household when young, play dates & dinners shared. you were another daughter to them, one they cared for & cherished. you haven’t taken it for granted, ever, you just could not stop your heart from being captured by the man who has grown into the future olo’eyktan.
Ao’nung te Tsika'u Tonowari'itan.
Such a tall frame, muscular, waist narrow - angling him in the best form anyone could ever see. eyes bright, dismissing his masculine frame with such doe like eyes. his smile is something out of a fairytale, charming. ao’nung was a man not just from his gender but his physical status. he stood taller, chiseled, voice deep and laced with his accent.
your belly pools with a sudden jolt of pleasure as you think of him, thighs squeezing.
his scent is salt and musky, burning your nostrils each time you inhale it in too sharply. he was loved by all, seen as the next figure for the clan. how could he hold a reuptation that would be damaging?
how were you meant to react when he had grown into a man that knows how to please a woman, many at that.
was it jealousy? anger? sadness?
you cannot pinpoint which emotion stabs you each time you see another female wrapped around him, holding him. he looks so perfect with each one, grown out of his womaniser habits but that does not mean women do not throw themselves at him.
who wouldn’t want such a perfect man by their side? you were just seen as his little sister’s best friend, a friend who would heal him, stitching his wounds, brushing his hair when he could not move after immense battles against the sky people. he appreciated you in a way you did not want him to, you wanted him all over you.
you want to feel his entire weight against you, his minty breath all over your skin.
upon the fights he would face alongside the forest na’vi, the sully family, you were always there to tend to his wounds when it was over. always there. the sully family mistook you as the third daughter, a sister to him. things had changed since the sully family arrived, consistent fights between the people, the clan. the Olo’eyktan would not stop loving off Toruk Makto, Jake Sully. Proud to have taken the fierce rider beneath his wing, providing ueteru. they learned to live like you, socialised as if they were not different.
they fit in better than you ever have.
they were accepted faster than you were, although they were completely different in size and tradition the people could not stop themselves from admiring. the men and women were persistent, praying to the great mother to be recognised by them. you never stood a chance really, a twang of jealousy burns your chest.
the second eldest son, lo’ak, is dating your best friend, tsireya. finding love, seeing one another, feeling such emotion. you wish you could be seen. neteyam, the eldest brother, had become a friend to you. one who would share the most fascinating stories. one who could also see the way you would look at the olo’eyktan’s son. a man you call friend with lies, a man you dream to make love to.
neteyam never mentioned it, how could he? he did not want to embarrass you. he knew and kept it to himself, he watched, saw the way your eyes round when staring up at him, the flush of your cheeks; not to forget, the way your constricted breasts would accentuate the rising of your chest.
you fit in to the friend groups but you were never enough to be ventured for.
but as times goes by, people change, visions are changed.
the once spinister had her chance at redemption. not bothering to wait around for a man who was so focused on other things, like himself for example. a man who enjoys the company of countless woman even though he does not satisfy them. the man who saw you as a friend rather than a woman.
the man you would touch yourself to, pushing yourself to the pinnacle each time with his face in your mind. he took up every part of your soul, you could not tame the want with anything else. so you shut yourself out, not finding enjoyment of seeking out another male who was not him.
but he could not catch a hint & you could not play the waiting game any longer. he considered you as a friend, the more he pushed this relationship between you both, the more you agreed & fell into this cycle of despair of not having the same energy of liking him.
you could not wait around for a man who does not know the difference between a woman who wants one thing & a woman who has placed everything on the line for him.
you put yourself out in the open for the people all to see. you made sure no one would forget who you were and you did your very best to make sure your reputation would exceed the words of others. but your bratty attitude did not help your case, men would turn on their heels when coming close to you - not wanting to handle a brat.
until he saw his closest friend enter your space in a way he has never considered.
anger bubbled inside him, confusion and seething rage. he tried to tell himself he cannot believe his best friend would show interest in his little sister's best friend. he also could not believe you shone that brightly when smiling, laughing.
ao'nung's confusion frustrated him, annoyed him. there was nothing he could do to surpass it. no woman could itch the spot he needed, his fist could not be any tighter.
weeks went by, watching you socialise more with others, joining in on festivals and crowds. you were not stood on the sidelines as usual, you wore different garments, tighter ones with useless material. they were not covering anything, he doesn't think that was the point of them.
it was as if you were asking for the attention. the sudden change confused ao'nung, mind racing with images of you, wanting to be close to you, feel your warmth. a beloved friend of his, surrounded by different people. a hole in his chest ached all over.
when ao'nung heard you were looking to mate this year after your shows of wearing little to nothing & styling your hair in different ways that showed the fullness of your cheeks. it was shock that filled him when he saw you fumble at each turn.
he didn't realise what offering you with help would turn in to.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
"you will do what?," you spit.
"i will help you with finding a partner," ao'nung grins.
"do not be absurd!," you scoff.
"what? do you think I'm joking? I can show you just how to attract a man, what you need to do,"
"ao'nung." you state.
"y/n." he mocks.
"I do not wish for a rake to help me,"
he pretends to be shocked.
"me? a rake? what ever do you mean!," he grins, all teeth on display.
you roll your eyes.
"do not jest ao'nung, i am not in the mood,"
he grins.
"I mean it y/n, let me help you."
"with what? finding a partner?,"
he nods.
your raise a brow, sizing him up.
"don't believe me?,"
"don't think you'll be of much help,"
"what makes you say that?,"
you purse your lips, shaking your head.
"why do you want to help me?,"
ao'nung gulps, suddenly becoming hot.
"do i need a reason?,"
"well it is unexpected,"
"we are friends, are we not? I owe it to you, especially after all the help you have given me,"
you scoff, friends? I wish the hell we weren't.
"hm, okay"
"so tell me, what is your type?,"
"ao'nung."
"I'm being serious!,"
"nung."
he bites his lower lip, belly pooling with warmth at the nickname you give him.
"don't have a type?,"
"I did not say that."
"so you do?,"
his eyes burn into your flesh, scanning your face for any hint of a reaction.
"I don't think I do, I mean...I would like him to be...kind?,"
for some reason, that amused him so much that he sits there laughing. clutching his stomach as if he is going to vomit.
"this is why I should've said no."
"kind? y/n, you could have said anything but you choose to say kind."
"you're annoying."
"okay kind, what else."
"well, I would like for him to have a personality. I want him to humour me,"
"no one else makes you laugh except me,"
"that is not true!,"
ao'nung stands, pacing.
"you want him to have a personality, what about looks?,"
"i'm a bigger woman & heavy, nung. I want him to be able to stand next to me and people do not mock us,"
if only you did not care about what others think, ao'nung sighs.
"y/n,"
"yes?,"
"c'mhere," he signals over with a finger.
"why?,"
you stand, hesitantly. each step is slow, back tensed.
his arms are tight around your waist, the sudden closeness makes you gasp as he lifts you off the floor with no struggle. your hands claw at either of his shoulders, squealing as you close your eyes tightly.
ao'nung's bright blues are on you, staring up at your face. your face is painted red, pink hues on your cheeks. your teeth clamped down into your bottom lip, full and plump.
ao'nung's heart skips a beat, your glow has him flashing his pearly whites. you look beautiful.
he shakes his head, hard.
"open your eyes," he whispers.
"I am scared, put me down,"
"open them,"
"nung, I'm scared."
"I will not drop you, open them for me,"
his words itch at your insides, opening your eyes.
his eyes are welcoming, the smile he holds makes his eyes squint in shape. he looks at you as if you are a trophy, a success from a hunt.
"you are enjoying this," you whisper.
"you are not heavy,"
"I am."
"do not be foolish, you are not."
"yeah, okay."
"you do not listen."
he throws you, screaming, catching you with ease. there is no struggle from him.
your lower half is hot against his hold, scalding. the smell of you, paskalin, lowers his guard. he feels like he is bathing with you close.
"okay! I believe you, I swear! put me down," you giggle, huffing.
his hands run up your body, lingering against the swell of your behind before quickly placing you down. your lips are parted in shock, looking at him with glossy eyes.
"what did you try and prove just now?," you pant.
"that there is no need for you to worry of your size and weight, if they are a real man they will have no struggle handling you,"
his words etch into your mind.
if they are a real man they will have no struggle handling you.
"and that makes you a real man?," you retort.
yes, he does not reply. silently moving away from the sharp tension standing between you both.
"come, let us walk the ton tomorrow. we shall promenade."
"just us two?,"
"you are a dear friend, the people know this."
friend.
"yes...i guess so."
"if you do not want my help, do not feel obliged to say yes,"
"no, no! I am grateful, we shall promenade,"
ao'nung nods curtly, bidding you farewell.
the night is young and full of terrors, you are sat in a hut surrounded by women. the darkness making it more mysterious.
words are shared like fire, lighting the tent. the girls laugh, snorting and enjoying the words they share.
"did you know the olo'eyktan's son courted two women at the same time?,"
"have you heard of the tsahìk and tulkan makto?,"
"I hear the olo'eyktan plans to end funding towards the nurses,"
and through the day did it spread, the people woke up to the menacing words shared of the night. some laugh, some are shocked, others are shaking their heads in disappointment.
"Dearest people of the Metkayina,
it appears things are tense within the Olo'eyktan's Mauri pod, his words of ending the funding to the nurses have caused great concern. does the olo'eyktan plan to shift the entire role to the tsahìk, you mustn't forget that she is his daughter.
is this an act of selfishness or of one to retire the ladies of the ton.
some may say the olo'eyktan's son is a danger to pass but from what this author has heard, the son is a rake who enjoys courting two women at once!
I must warn you, keep your daughters hidden or he might just court them with hopes to ruin them before they are mated.
this author hopes to keep you entertained, will we see what carnage may occur or loss?
Yours Truly,
Lady Paskalin."
The Olo'eyktan seethed with anger, snapping his spear in half with just a singular hand. his roars of orders were heard across the clan, people kept their heads down in fear. it seems to be the Olo'eyktan is in rage due to what Lady Paskalin had shared, it even shocked you.
it was well known ao'nung used to get up to activities that were controversial but no one had spoke of them in hopes to avoid punishment.
lady paskalin is a woman who speaks of truths,. she enjoys outing peoples business to share to the people what sort of behaviour may hide behind closed doors. she is not someone seen, looked for or guessed.
there is difficulty of unravelling the author, the words she spreads have affected the people you love.
some say she is a feminist who hopes to bring order and change, others say she is disrupts Eywa's flow & must be slaughtered for the heinous things she exposes.
you think she is brave, a person who you defend. she is the closest thing you have to a role model. a woman who shares no identity but holds such a presence over the people.
she does not wish to be seen, she does not out herself to the public. she is just like you.
& ao'nung's words left your heart heavy.
"she is a complete and utter joke!, she hides behind the people without ever showing herself! what sort of woman is she?," ao'nung roars.
annoyance floods through you.
"she does not hide, she merely exposes what people say or do," you calmly state.
ao'nung turns to face you, throwing his book to the side.
"you defend her?,"
"it is not defending it is...understanding."
"are you perhaps some sort of...freak?,"
you stick your tongue out at him.
"you just do not understand simple things,"
"and you do?,"
his words leave a stain on your skin.
"is there something you're trying to say?,"
raising a brow, ao'nung's jaw clicks.
"she is a disgrace. she wants to divide our people apart & you defend her?,"
defending lady paskalin to your people was not easy, not when many of them do not agree with the words she spreads. you haven't met another person who is able to balance the thoughts of her words, the arguments with ao'nung were not worth continuing.
certainly she has caused an uproar but not one you are interested in.
but what would the people do when they recognise who lady paskalin is?
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
it is lesson one of gaining a suitor, the sunshine is bright in awa'atlu. the oceans are iridescent, sparkling against the soft bioluminescent ground.
women are dressed in modest cloths, exposing just parts of their body that have the men desperate to see more. children are playing together, elder women are singing and laughing.
excitement buzzes through the clan, the tlalim clan have taken rest in awa'atlu, trading & selling items of beauty including stories.
"y/n?,"
you pull yourself out of your mind.
"yes?," you reply, breathless.
"is something wrong?,"
"no?,"
"you are distracted,"
"I was busy thinking to myself,"
ao'nung hums.
"come, let me see your basic skills."
"of what..."
"talking to a man,"
you gulp, dryly.
"ao'," you whine.
he chuckles.
"ah! tsamsiyu! 'itan of the Mighty Ti'san."
ao'nung clamps his hand on the warriors shoulder, emberasment flooding. the warrior before you is known for being a capable man, one who is perfect in his hunting skills.
"Ao'nung," he greets.
"would you mind keeping my dear friend, y/n, company whilst I bring drinks?,"
he nods politely, smiling down at you.
the warrior stands tall, broad.
the awkward silence between you has your mind begging you to mov.e
clearing your throat, you look up at him.
"fine weather isn't it, tsamsiyu,"
"it is,"
"yes, do you enjoy the heat or?,"
"I enjoy the cold, I am used to it. what about you y/n, what do you prefer?,"
"erm, I do not...mind. I enjoy spring, the leaves falling from the trees, the cold winds that brush against the tips of your nose. the sunshine not providing warmth against the freezing air,"
you ramble on, the warrior stares at you with confusion, he is not mesmerised. he is weirded out.
ao'nung watches the interaction, cringing at the awkwardness. you are so excited when talking about...the weather? out of all things you could've asked or spoke about, you speak of the weather?
ao'nung sighs, huffing as he tries to hide behind a woman when the warrior looks around, clearly wanting to be saved by ao'.
are you really that hopeless? you are built so perfectly you fail to see how every man peeks at you when they think no one else is watching. the way the men bite their lips, hypnotised by the fullness of your hips.
do you not realise what you do?
what you are slowly starting to do to him?
"this guys fucking boring," you whisper to yourself.
"did you say something?," the warrior next to you asks.
"no!, not at all."
he does not create a feeling of mischief inside you, he does not make you feel as though you are being stripped naked by his eyes.
"please, excuse me, it was nice speaking to you tsamsiyu,"
he nods, you fail to see his eyes traveling down the nape of your neck as you bid him farewell.
before his eyes can memorise each stretch mark that travels down your breasts, ao'nung stands between you both.
"good day," he curtly states.
ao'nung pulls you along, hand tight on your wrist.
"is something the matter?,"
ao'nung watched the arousal spread all over the warrior beside you, the rising of his chest, the harsh gulps of water. he had his plenty, understanding the feeling very well.
"that was...bizarre," he scoffs.
"what was?,"
"it is clear you will require more lessons, y/n."
"do I have to?," you whine.
his ears twitch at your protest, silent before you as he watches you pout.
"can i not just wait for a man to find me?,"
"this is boring ao',"
your complaining stops when you hear the whip of his tail.
his head cocks to the side, eyes narrowed.
he did not expect you to be so childish? complaining like a child who is forced to do things they do not want to. the words you speak are muffled by his thoughts.
he can see the spark in your eyes, the mischief. you're going to be a problem, these lessons were not going to be easy.
sighing, he pushes himself against you.
you are silent within a second.
"what are you doing?," you whisper.
"silence. your complaining will not help you overcome this."
gulping, you look up at him through your lashes.
ao'nung can almost hear the way his heart thuds against his chest. stepping back within an instant.
"tell me what must I do,"
"come and watch women flock around suitors they are attracted to,"
"must I?,"
he tuts.
"what did I say?,"
you shrug.
ao'nung can't stop the smirk that forms.
whichever man you end up with will have his hands full, he needs to make sure there is a man who can handle your attitude the way he can.
the two of you stand side by side, watching women flutter their lashes, puff their chests, push their breasts together with their arms as they talk to suitors.
the bright colours the women adorn not just on their faces but their cloths. it is like a form of art they have mastered, the men are hypnotised under their charms.
"do you see?," he leans just slightly, making sure you can hear him.
"yes," you are in awe of these women.
"the push of their chests, the flutter of their lashes, the stares. do you see how the men are encapsulated by them?,"
"yes,"
he looks over to you, your eyes are wide, lips parted as you watch them. it is like a performance to you, a story worth listening to.
he snaps his fingers in front of your face.
"do not day dream, show me if you can do the same,"
your brows are raised.
"you want me to do what exactly?,"
"have you flirted before y/n? I mean, I know you have. I've seen you flirt, it isn't great."
you slap his chest playfully.
"do not be harsh,"
"well, show me then. have you changed from the last time I saw you?,"
"you did not see me flirt ao,"
"oh I did...and if I remember correctly, it was with one of the sully brothers," he sticks his tongue out as he watches your face contort in annoyance.
"do not put false accusations on my name! you beast!"
he laughs, pretending to apologise.
"you are horrible,"
"yes, you do say this often,"
"shut up,"
oh?
ao'nung grins, a cocky one. you have unlocked a new emotion from the man.
"what is this look you are giving me?,"
he shrugs.
"I don't know what you mean,"
"don't lie to me ao'nung."
he pretends to shiver.
"my entire name? don't be so cold y/n, or is that your favourite weather?,"
"shut up!" you squeal.
the two of you chase each other round, giggling and panting as you run. the people exclaim in shock, some pointing and laughing others looking at you both with disappointment. two grown adults playing like children whilst the people promenade.
how were you meant to realise the game had turned serious?
you had tagged ao' just too many times, too many times that it hurt his ego.
things you should NOT do when it comes to ao'nung.
test his patience.
test his ego.
test his pride.
anger him.
and last but not least.
5. whatever you do, do not be a brat.
you are not oblivious, to be quite fair, you are switched on. capable of reading others just from their expressions, you also happen to be an excellent listener.
but when it comes to ao'nung, you do not realise how quick his emotions can change.
ao'nung chases you with speed, each foot step loud behind you.
instead of fun that ignites you, the cold glare he now holds has your blood turning icy.
a cold sweat breaks across your hairline, panting as you run as fast as you can not knowing where you will end.
ao'nung snarls, he had to tag you at least once.
his blood is hot, his legs are numb & his hands are clammy. he is chasing you as fast as he can, each time he is near he falls back on purpose.
ao'nung is enjoying this, the thrill.
your neck aches with the amount of times you have snapped it over your shoulder, just to see the future olo'eyktan growling as he reaches near.
you whimper, protesting to stop & profusely apologising.
he does not listen, he knows you are not submitting. you keep running with speed, your words are not matching your actions.
you're enjoying this as much as he is.
but is this feeling of him chasing you shooting sparks through you, between your legs?
ao'nung almost trips at the twitch of his cock under his tweng.
when he hunts, the same twitch is there. when behaves as though he is a predator chasing his prey, the twitch is furious. & now? chasing his closest friend? the twitch in his cock is intense.
ao'nung stills, body almost collapsing from how hard he halts himself. the ground below his feet is ruined.
you are a distance before you stop, chest rising fast as you try to inhale as much air as possible.
you're sure you can hear buzzing, a ringing sound in your ears. two heartbeats?
you gasp, fingers pressed against your lips as you can feel the slick wetness of your arousal seeping through your tweng.
ao's tail curls, sniffing the air like a rabid dog.
the smell he looks for is sweet, intense, natural. it smells like honey & paskalin.
and that's when his eyes land on you, ears flicking.
if he squints he will be able to see the line of scent from you.
you are pungent, filling the air in the most degrading way.
ao'nung swallows hard, cursing at himself in his mind.
"you scared me!," you struggle to speak.
ao' bites the inside of his cheek.
"i didn't mean to beat you that many times!, you sore loser!,"
your insults do not bother him, they don't take away the strong smell of you that coats the air. you step close, each step careful and calculated.
ao'nung wants to run, turn and leave you here in the open as people catch up behind on their promenade. he wants to push you away and tell you to take yourself home.
but this smell.
it drives a primal instinct inside him.
it claws at his chest.
"we will end here," he grits.
"did i upset you?," the whine in your voice has his knees weak.
"you did not," he coos.
"I did not show you what you asked of me earlier."
he looks up to the skies above, chewing at his lip.
why me eywa? why can I not control myself? what is happening? my friend is innocent.
he hums, watching you with dark eyes.
"you do not look pleased."
"I am waiting for you to show me,"
ao'nung nod at you allows you to move.
you look at him through your lashes, fluttering the curled length innocently. you cross your arms below your chest, fingers curled and positioned against each arm as a sign to show you are waiting. you breasts are pushed up, held by your forearms.
ao'nung wants the ground to swallow him right there and then.
𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼𓇼 ⋆.˚ 𓆉 𓆝 𓆡⋆.˚ 𓇼
it has been a while since you have last seen ao'nung. his silence is deafening, he does not stay near, he is nowhere to be seen. you venture at every promenade or visits in his home, it is as if he has vanished.
ao'nung may have left his rake behaviour behind but the urges he has faced currently are too intense for the poor man. he struggles to chase his high through his fist, struggles to ease his mind.
he lies between two women, having to to work harder will have him erasing the images that corrupt his mind. anything to get rid of this feeling that has him scared.
but it does not stop, not when he dreams every night - each dream so vivid he reminisces. he keeps himself up with women, keeping himself busy to fight the sleep that threatens to take him.
ao'nung is brave, he is strong, he is emotionally intelligent. and he is not a rake. but when he knows he cannot allow such desire to fester, he will do anything to fuck it out of his system.
his silence is bruising, you do not know where he is. although you are sure he is misbehaving with other women. it does not pain you, not when his rake behaviour has been exposed in the past.
what pains you is the slither of hope you felt when standing under his intense gaze, that fleeting feeling that swayed you.
whilst you two chased each other, facing expressions of disappointment and others of laughter, you did not care of the watchful eyes. you payed no mind to them, it felt as though it was just the two of you left in this world.
you did not realise neteyam had watched you both, he had seen you. he saw every single piece of you, the doe eyes, your thighs squeezing for some sort of easing friction, your hitched breathing.
neteyam saw everything, he knew for a while you had feelings for the olo’eyktan son. it was obvious to many but not as intricate to read. he paid attention, listening in to your heartbeat when ao’nung was mentioned, the flutter of your lashes matching the light gasp you intake each time he comes near.
and most certainly, when you had ao’nung injured before you, tending to him with nurture and care. he watched how gentle your fingertips were on his skin, as if you did not want to dirty him.
neteyam is a gentleman, a man who does not want to embarrass you ever so he stays silent. he acts oblivious when anything of the two of you is mentioned, he does not take on public embarrassment. but he also grunts in annoyance each time you become starry eyed when looking or thinking about him, he does not return the emotion ever but you are head over heels.
the forest soon to be olo’eyktan is another close friend of yours. he stands near when no one else does, he places healing ointment on your wounds when you are hurt from words, he takes care of you in ways ao’nung doesn’t.
the difference is, neteyam has always adored you. admired your beauty and strength, your words of wisdom keep him going. he wants nothing more than to see you happy, his friend who he sees more than his best friend friend - ao’nung.
but you were clearly delusional, too swept up in a fairy tale, that you felt every single arrow pierce your skin.
it felt as though you could skin to your knees, arrows wedged in every single joint, down your back and through your chest.
you didn’t expect to hear the words from the man you were just so ecstatic to see, days of silence turned into a week. he finally returned back to society.
you run up the stairs, almost tripping over yourself before the call of your name has you stilling.
looking over your shoulder and to your side, no one is there. until you hear from just behind the statue, ao’nung stands there with a group of tsamsiyu.
“you are courting the y/n girl?,” one of them tease.
“she must be a handful,”
“we thought the future olo’eyktan would court a woman of higher class, position,”
“ao’nung has a crush on y/n!,” two of them sing.
you bite your lip, forcing down your smile as you listen in. not realising they aren’t saying words of encouragement, they mock you to him.
“so tell us ao’nung, are you courting her?,”
“i did not think it would seem like i was, to clarify, i will never court y/n y/l/n,”
every single nerve in your body runs cold, you can feel your heart physically cracking in your chest. each rib that protects you from harsh words, breaks.
you gasp the moment you feel your heart drop from your chest, ears ringing, you turn on your heel.
neteyam sees you, brows furrowing at the loss of colour in your face. he stands back from the group but he can see, you've overheard everything.
curiosity kills the cat your mother taught you, you should have stepped forward instead of hiding and listening, hoping to hear some sort of confession from ao'nung.
neteyam rubs his temple, braids swinging as he storms up to ao'nung. you squeak, tears rolling down your face as you run away, wanting to be anywhere other than here.
"what are you doing?," ao'nung grunts, pulling away sharply.
"I cannot tell if you care anymore brother, but look over your shoulder."
and so he does.
and he sees you trapped in shock, fat tears rolling down your face before you turn with speed.
guilt burns into ao'nung, every crevice in his body itching with shame.
"fuck," he mutters under his breath.
neteyam clamps his hand on his shoulder.
"you are a fool," he growls.
"she heard everything didn't she?," he asks.
"of course she did,"
"shit, shit...shit." his voice breaking.
"you are foolish bro, you really are,"
ao'nung feels the weight of it all on his shoulders, suddenly realising how much the guilt has him arching in pain.
neteyam cannot stop ao'nung's heavy footsteps, running down the stairs to chase after you.
"y/n!," he calls out.
he sees the flash of your tweng as you storm past a corner, a sob echoes.
every blood cell in ao'nung fails, your faint sob just loud enough for him to hear, anger fills him.
why is he such an idiot.
he chases after you.
"y/n!," he shouts.
following your sweet scent, he runs as fast as he can. catching up to you with ease.
his grip on your bicep scalds your skin, he pulls you away from onlookers.
you try to push him off but he has you caged in, your bottom lip trembling as sobs threaten to leave you. the tears are fat, collecting at your chin before staining your cloth.
"what is wrong!," he ushers, large palms covering both your shoulders.
you simply whimper at his question, shaking your head as you look away. his stare reaches behind your skin, almost as if he can see every atom that combines you. your lips are stained, growing with size from the tears that trail down.
"let me go," you whisper.
"you must tell me what is wrong,"
"ao'nung." you whine.
he shakes his head, face contorting. his chest is tight, breathing becoming difficult.
"y/n,"
he knows his words have hurt you, he knows you could have heard. but just an ounce in him, a small amount believes you did not hear what he had to say. he did not mean to say what he said, in that way. he did not mean to...he doesn't know what he even meant.
your tears annoy you, wiping them aggressively, you swallow deeply.
"I do not wish to speak to you," your voice falters.
"I have upset you,"
you scoff, laughing.
"you will never court me? it never came to mind that you would say such a horrible thing." your bottom lip trembles.
"I did not...i did not mean what I said, I meant in the sense-"
you cut him off.
"do not give me a petty excuse, you said what you said!," you cannot contain the sobs any longer.
ao'nung steps back, your sobs shoot into him like spears. each step he takes, his knees shake.
"y/n,"
"I did not assume you had a choice of courting me? are you serious? in front of all of them? you could have said anything." you shake your head.
laughs fall from you as you look up to the sky, the tears stain your skin.
"I know, I know!, I should have-"
"do not. do not, you are pathetic." you growl.
his head hangs low in shame.
"y/n, you must listen to me, I promise I did not mean-"
"to think I even...this is not worth it. it is clear whatever this is between us is not reciprocated,"
his ears twitch at your words.
to think you even what? he thinks.
"tell me, tell me how can I-"
"what you want to fix this? you must be insane. stay out of my way ao'nung, I never want to see you again."
and so you left, anger bursting through your broken skin.
the anger clouded your judgement.
driven with rage, you do what you are best at.
"Dearest People of Metkayina,
this author has made a mighty revelation. I wish I had news of someone different but the infamous rake, the son of the olo'eyktan makes our headlines again.
I must warn you, it is with a heavy heart I share this.
not only does he court a woman in hopes to find her a suitor, words of gossip arrive at the front of the ton.
it appears the words of "I will never court y/n y/l/n," have been spread like flames. has this become a relationship of friends or foes?
to say I am surprised, this author is not once shocked. such scandalous behaviour between the pair, it seems as though the son of the olo'eyktan has created an enemy of a person we have known to be by his side.
is this beyond repair? or will the rake of a son continue his ventures of running through women, even those close to him.
Yours Truly,
Lady Paskalin."
were you surprised when your suffering had become the front page of the metkayina's gossip? not at all.
everyone must feature in her page at least once.
ao’nung deserves this.
TEASER FOR WHAT IS TO COME :
you ride on the back of his ilu, holding him tightly as the two of you fly through the waters.
the coldness feels so welcoming against your toes, ao’nung’s heart beat is rapid against his chest.
as the hunt party whizz ahead, ao’nung stays back on purpose. the darkness accentuates the fog that blankets over. the moon is full tonight, stars flickering as if sending you a message in morse code.
the salty smell of the waters & the faint cheers in the distance, your breath hitches. the sudden closeness with the future olo’eyktan has your heart hammering.
“your heartbeat is fast,” ao’nung whispers.
no one is near you but it feels like you are surrounded. the sea shines below, bouncing onto each of you. the ripples match the skin, glowing dots coat your bodies.
“so is yours,” your voice is small.
the air is suddenly thick & heavy, a feeling in your stomach pools. it is as if something bad is going to happen. the tension is eerily quiet, neither of you move with speed; hoping not to frighten one another.
with a sudden gust of wind, ao’nung turns to face you. your skin burns with lust, as if every single sexual hormone is alight. your legs being spread open over the ilu does not help, the hard leather against your clothed pussy makes everything even more painful.
you gulp, eyes tracing each muscle on ao’nung’s body. ao’nung watches your face, studying every single pore, pattern, glow. he waits, listening to your breaths. you sound as though you are lightly panting, each breath quiet with little gasps.
he watches like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey. he doesn’t want to move, he knows he should turn around, take you both home. but the horrendous nights of struggling to make himself cum, the switches in mood when you are near, his sudden need to be inside something…someone…you, just you.
ao’nung is everything but patient. weeks of your relentless torture, your oblivious mind. he hurt you and has never forgiven himself, constantly trying to prove himself as best as he can - better himself.
but you are so tempting, you are so dangerous and he knows he shouldn’t think the thoughts he does. he knows it’s wrong of him to do so, so selfish. you’re a dear friend, his little sister’s best friend.
don’t do it ao’nung.
i can’t stop this now.
if you do this, you must wed her.
i cannot.
the more you deny your love, the harder you will fall for her.
ao’nung fights a battle in his mind, arguing with his inner self. is it selfish if he does what he’s been desperate to do? is it worth it?
he must have a taste, a slice of the precious cake. he needs to quench his thirst.
his ilu clicks below you in excitement, rapid clicks has your head tilting.
your eyes finally meet his & that’s when the world stops moving. his eyes are dark with lust, pupils blown out. his lips are red with bite marks, cheeks painted a pink hue.
ao’nung’s wrists almost snaps from how tightly he holds his fists.
“y/n,”
you do not respond, you hold his eye contact. every single piece of you melts before him, your body submits to him before your mind has a chance to adjust.
he watches you, eye fucking you, peeling every single layer off of you. he opens you like a ripe fruit, bursting with sweet juices.
the spring in ao’nung’s cock has him hurling over.
“ao‘nung?,” you worry.
he shakes his head, braids falling over his eyes. he looks up at you through his lashes, the grumble in his throat has you gasping, moving yourself backwards, silent.
“fuck it,” he grunts.
he grabs your waist, pulling you forward, earning a gasp from you. the attack is quick, paced. his lips smash into yours, teeth colliding before pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. you cannot move, his grip on you is tight - bruising. ao’nung is like a hungry animal, attacking his prey with speed to calm his hunger.
light airy gasps leave you as he bites on the flesh of your neck, kissing all over leaving light tickles. ao’nung growls when he burrows his face into that sweet spot, just the sensitivity has you whimpering, gripping onto him.
“ao’,” you whine.
he nuzzles his neck, inhaling sharply.
sounds of group cheers & celebration close in. ao’nung pulls back, his dazed out expression has you biting your lip.
“don’t do that,” he croaks.
his large palm cups your cheek, thumb pulling your bottom lip from your teeth. he is gentle with your face, hands shaking.
his thumb runs across your wet bottom lip, you watch him obediently. waiting to see what he does next, every part of you is screaming.
this is not going to end well.
“nung,” you whisper.
“hm?,”
he presses a soft kiss against your lips, pecking you a few times before letting his hands rest on your thighs.
so close but so far.
you shiver the closer his hands move, thumbs tracing light circles.
“people are close,” you whisper.
he nods.
“i am aware,”
“they will catch us,”
“do not fear,”
“they will see us ao’nung,”
he shakes his head to your protests.
“are you afraid to be seen with me?,”
you raise a brow.
“where is this coming from?,” you question.
“you are wary,”
“i am a spinster, you are a man with potential. you do not want to do this.”
he scoffs, laughing.
“i must do this,” he growls.
the cheering nears in, his hands are rough on your breasts. he moans at the fullness that struggle to fit into his hands.
“i cannot bare you,”
“you must not,”
he tuts, fingers sneaking up your tweng.
“we have no time,” he moans.
you moan in return from his finger just grazing your sensitive part.
“i am aware,” you retort.
he groans, moving the cloth to the side before letting his fingers push into your warmth.
“you’re soaked,” he groans.
GUYSSSS, I HAD TO RELEASE THIS FOR NOW. ONCE IM BETTER I’M GONNA TAKE IT DOWN & FINISH IT CORRECTLYYYY I PROMISEEEE
i just feel so bad i’ve left you guys with nothing to read from me at all, i hope this is enough for now ! 🤍
i told ya’ll, I AM WRITING AN AO’NUNG FICCCCCC 👅👅👅👅👅👅👅👅
(yes, i am still very unwell - if not WORSE! lol)
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(fyi, deleting this once the fic is released xx)
mdni, swearing/cussing, mention of m!genital, kissing, 18+ !
A SCENE FROM MY AO’NUNG BRIDGERTON INSPO FIC 🐝🎠:
you ride on the back of his ilu, holding him tightly as the two of you fly through the waters.
the coldness feels so welcoming against your toes, ao’nung’s heart beat is rapid against his chest.
as the hunt party whizz ahead, ao’nung stays back on purpose. the darkness accentuates the fog that blankets over. the moon is full tonight, stars flickering as if sending you a message in morse code.
the salty smell of the waters & the faint cheers in the distance, your breath hitches. the sudden closeness with the future olo’eyktan has your heart hammering.
“your heartbeat is fast,” ao’nung whispers.
no one is near you but it feels like you are surrounded. the sea shines below, bouncing onto each of you. the ripples match the skin, glowing dots coat your bodies.
“so is yours,” your voice is small.
the air is suddenly thick & heavy, a feeling in your stomach pools. it is as if something bad is going to happen. the tension is eerily quiet, neither of you move with speed; hoping not to fear one another.
with a sudden gust of wind, ao’nung turns to face you. your skin burns with lust, as if every single sexual hormone is alight. your legs being spread open over the ilu does not help, the hard leather against your clothed pussy makes everything even more painful.
you gulp, eyes tracing each muscle on ao’nung’s body. ao’nung watches your face, studying every single pore, pattern, glow. he waits, listening to your breaths. you sound as though you are lightly panting, each breath quiet with little gasps.
he watches like a predator waiting to pounce on his prey. he doesn’t want to move, he knows he should turn around, take you both home. but the horrendous nights of struggling to make himself cum, the switches in mood when you are near, his sudden need to be inside something…someone…you, just you.
ao’nung is everything but patient. weeks of your relentless torture, your oblivious mind. he hurt you and has never forgiven himself, constantly trying to prove himself as best as he can - better himself.
but you are so tempting, you are so dangerous and he knows he shouldn’t think the thoughts he does. he knows it’s wrong of him to do so, so selfish. you’re a dear friend, his little sister’s best friend.
don’t do it ao’nung.
i can’t stop this now.
if you do this, you must wed her.
i cannot.
the more you deny your love, the harder you will fall for her.
ao’nung fights a battle in his mind, arguing with his inner self. is it selfish if he does what he’s been desperate to do? is it worth it?
he must have a taste, a slice of the precious cake. he needs to quench his thirst.
his ilu clicks below you in excitement, rapid clicks has your head tilting.
your eyes finally meet his & that’s when the world stops moving. his eyes are dark with lust, pupils blown out. his lips are red with bite marks, cheeks painted a red hue.
ao’nung’s wrist almost snaps from how tightly he holds his fist.
“y/n,”
you do not respond, you hold his eye contact. every single piece of you melts before him, your body submits to him before your mind has a chance to adjust.
he watches you, eye fucking you, peeling every single layer off of you. he opens you like a ripe fruit, bursting with sweet juices.
the spring in ao’nung’s cock has him hurling over.
“ao‘nung?,” you worry.
he shakes his head, braids falling over his eyes. he looks up at you through his lashes, the grumble in his throat has you gasping, adjusting back, silent.
“fuck it,” he grunts.
his attack is quick, paced. his lips smash into yours, teeth colliding; he presses a chaste kiss to your cheek. you cannot move, his grip on you is tight - bruising. ao’nung is like a starving animal, attacking his prey with speed to calm his hunger.
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olo'eyktan-in-waiting!neteyam x tsamsiyu! (f) reader(aged up = 24)
chapter 1/2
summary : after returning from a long mission for the clan, you're in the foulest of moods. the tension between you and neteyam had left you sexually fustrated. since returning to the clan your desperation controls you how does the future olo'eyktan react?
warnings!
mdni, 18+ language, cussing/swearing, pet names/nicknames, smutty smut smut, reader uses neteyam for her own pleasure, overstimulation, dumbification, squirting, creampie, choking, hair pulling, edging, deepthroat...damn idk the plot went missing lowk.
a/n 📝 : thank u for being so patient with releasing this chapter, no spell or grammar checks so apologies for any errors x
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recap
he fucked up and he knew it but you rubbed salt into that wound. oh you fucking rubbed it like you were poisoning him.
day 1) you lifted your tweng (loincloth) up and showed him your bare pussy across from the fire.
day 2) you let a nipple free whilst training right in his face.
day 3) you pulled his tweng off and went straight to your knees, pressing gentle kisses and he could not push you off. he could only bite his lip, abs tensing as he looked down at you. wanting to get you to gag on him. but you quickly ran off the moment he said your name.
day 4) whilst sparring you bounced on his cock. genuinely bounced. he lay there in shock and took it, watching you bounce with so much passion. tits bouncing with you & he was so ready. so ready till you slapped him right across his face.
and everyday, your torment went on and on. every night he was cumming all over his abs. & the pain, the need to fill you was driving him insane.
you had disappeared for a week now after your brutal attack. a mission his father had sent you on with your team.
a mission that lasted for too long, so long his family saw his pain, his suffering. no one could ease the Mighty Warrior neteyam, they could only whisper kind words of encouragement and leave him to fix his issue alone.
the day had finally come of your return, celebrations high and mighty. but for you, the last week had been pent up on rage, pain, anger...what other words can you even say.
you could not pleasure yourself the way you do & had to suffer with your strong desires. you were on a kill streak, the biggest hunt ever completed. you brought home every single type of meat and fruit you could find. not leaving any behind.
you smelt of sweat and peaches. you smelt wild and untamed.
neteyam could smell you before he could see you, heart hammering against his chest. waiting to claim you on the spot.
"where is your tsamsiyu?" neteyam asks the group.
"cleaning herself up." they boldly state.
"will she be attending?"
"dunno" they respond, bored with him. loyalty to you deep in their veins.
their vagueness infuriates him, but he does not speak. he scowls at them, watching them lower their heads in fear. he turns, storming off back to his seat beside his family.
time goes by and all neteyam can think of is you. he paces, his knee shakes, he cracks all his knuckles. his tail whips in anticipation & bless eywa, his family were pissed.
he could not calm his nerves. he couldn't sit still.
until his ears pricked and tail curved.
he stood immediately.
peaches.
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your body is tense with frustration, anger seeping off of you. you do not want to face your people, stand there whilst they celebrate your return, you do not want to be surrounded by them. it has been a long week, a week of suffering, filling your mind with thoughts of being fucked, making up stories in your head to ease the sexual frustration.
your team were fearful of you, worried that something had happened personally but how could you turn around and tell them you were desperate for a fuck. desperate to have your brain turned to mush.
not enough fighting, killing or running could ease the tension within you. you needed to fuck, bad. a reward of a celebration is not what you were after, a reward of being able to take a man and strap him to the floor whilst you have your way sounds better to you.
you had caught wind that there many men have come forward to put their hand forward in mating with you, becoming your muntxatan (husband). but your family & friends know better, you were picky.
whilst they were preparing meetings between you both, you were squeezing your thighs together in the darkness to ease the pain of how empty you were.
this is all neteyam's fault. it is all his fault for being so frustrating, for giving you a taste of such sweetness. his weight against you, his calloused hands rubbing your tits. it was as if you bit in to the finest of peaches and you wanted more. you thirsted for more.
the weeks of torment was not just his punishment, it was also yours. it poisoned you more, ruining every good part of your mind you had left. you rubbed salt into your own wound, your own resolve.
so here you stand, shaking, under the water as you bathe yourself with fresh fruits. washing your body that is stained with blood, dirt and your own slick.
your poor, aching pussy needed to be tamed fast. but besides the desperation that is alive within you, you were excited to finally get sleep that you had neglected. being able to relax your tense muscles completely, not be disturbed for a few days. it felt like a blessing to come from eywa.
"your tsamsiyu is not here," neteyam growls.
"she's had a long week," one of your team members reply.
"yes, clearly." he huffs.
neteyam's tail is curled, rigid in place as he tries to control himself. just the smell of you has him struggling to breathe. you have destroyed the mans mind, ruined his mental state with being such a tease & all neteyam wanted to do is show you he is for you.
hearing that you were accepting proposals had him fuming, rage seething through him. neteyam went hunting for days straight, trying to blow some steam. the anger never subsided, not when it was the talk of the village. his family knew very well what was happening between you two. they watched how you both spoke to one another, trying to force a civilised conversation.
neteyam's father knew the dangerous game you were playing, you were torturing his son & all he could do is smile to himself. you are just as challenging as neytiri in his eyes.
making your way to the crowds of people, you sigh in relief. hair still soaking wet from your bathe. you roll your shoulders back, trying to fix your posture.
the sounds of the people fills your ears, twitching. seeing your team call you over with food stuffed in their mouth has your stomach churning. children are screaming and running around, many of them running over to you and pulling on your tweng.
it is the youngest sully who has your attention, she holds a peach in her hands. offering it up to you.
"welcome home!,"
"thank you tuktirey." you sigh.
"you look tired, did you not sleep?" she questions.
"it was very hectic, are you enjoying yourself? how has it been whilst I've been gone?" you ask her, gentle.
"we've missed you! it's been very boring," she sulks.
laughing to yourself, you push her braids behind her ears.
"well, I'm glad to be back." you smile.
"mama prepared a basket of peaches for you!"
"oh, that's so nice of you guys, thank you tuk,"
"I'll bring it over for you,"
before you can say another word, the little girl runs off, skipping, with a grin on her face.
looking down at the peach in your hand, warmth pools in your belly. smiling, you bite into it.
neteyam's eyes are focused on you, wanting to move further but he's stopped in his place by you. oh my fucking eywa. his breath caught in his throat, hands clammy.
you stand there, biting into the soft sweet peach.
face glowing, cheeks painted with a red hue.
juices run down your chin, sliding down your neck before reaching your breasts. but you don't wipe it off, you continue eating the fruit.
your tongue is dripping, licking the peach, you close your eyes, biting it with a soft moan. loud enough only for him to hear.
your eyes are wide, soft, shining with pleasure.
juices coat your skin, rolling down to places that neteyam wishes he could see. wishes he could lick the sticky residue off your skin, have his tongue all over you.
you eat the fruit so innocently but it has sparks jolting down his spine, straight to his cock. neteyam swears he could cum on the spot, cum right there right now. his heart beats slow, the people around him disappearing as he zones in on just you.
the bob in your throat from swallowing has him gasping, licking his dry lips. the air is thick, coated with the scent of peaches.
he groans as he watches you, every single emotion eating his nerves. just from entering the room, eating, you have him on flames with desire. his mind twists, memories of you before him flicking through.
he was never going to let you mate with another man for life, have someone else that is not him. he was never going to let it happen and no matter how much he pushed you away it would've never worked.
it isn't obsession, it's longing...needing. wanting.
you are the object of his desires, the bane of his existence and he can only pray to eywa that you do not run from him. you do not fear him for how he will behave.
you are not to be proposed to, you are to be hunted, called for. you stand there, soft skin on display, rounded off each part of your body confined behind such pointless material.
neteyam wants something so impure, he wants you to own him. ruin him. his nerves buzz with excitement, he knows of what is to come and he is so ready to fall before you. worship you.
you lift your eyes, painfully slow, neteyam's golden eyes are dark as he meets yours. every hair on your body stands, a soft gasp leaving as his intense gaze has you shivering from a distance.
your eyes do not leave his, chest rising as you swallow. his brow cocks ever so slightly, you tilt your head in response. the silent stare between you both is a greeting of one another.
the air is thick, a faint red string holding you both. there is no one surrounding each other, just the two of you with miles between you.
neteyam bares his canines, brows furrowing. his finger traces over his bottom lip, thumb rubbing his chiseled jaw. a ticking sound rings in your ears. something intimate passes between you both - possible recognition, no...it was not recognition of one another. it was a silent nod of approval, he was coming after you. a promise.
you can only stand there, a deer caught in headlights. strength is not supporting you, it is his eyes that hold you upright. it is the unspoken promise between you two that has you forcing down a smile.
the hold was of surrender and acceptance, knowing. a challenge accepted between you both.
every breath felt borrowed, looking away would mean submission, holding on meant damnation.
it was sinful.
seconds stretched unmeasurable, it was an act of will. refusal to back down. neteyam's once golden eyes turned completely black, daring you to look away first, choose safety. you absorbed the pressure, sharpened.
the space around you tried to intrude, loud, bustling, distracting. but that does not pull either of you away from each other.
it's the lull of your head that has neteyam blinking, swallowing hard. the two of you do not recognise the eyes that have been on either of you. the sully family stand across your family, watching you both. the tension so full they could cut it with a dagger.
neither of you see the shocked faces or the knowing smiles that begin to rise, you do not realise just what is being communicated between both families.
lo'ak's head snaps between his brother and you, shock dropping his mouth wide. he knew of what was to come. the same way his father knew just what his son was going to do. he was going to fall over his own feet before you, his son was going to worship you in each life time.
i know I've been cruel, i pray for peace...oh eywa. neteyam thinks to himself, finally looking away he sits himself down.
"scared of what is to come future olo'eyktan?" you whisper.
he does not turn to face you.
"I wouldn't say it's fear y/n,"
"you tremble with each step you take, are you sure you can handle it?"
"do not run when it get's too much tiywan,"
"I don't think I'll be the one running neteyam," you whisper.
and so it begins.
you size each other up, each step you take the other follows, keeping the distance at large. your tail whips with excitement, ears twitching.
he is going to hunt you.
the chase begins with subtle brushes against one another, presses of hands against one another, tails wrapping around each others thighs.
the chase becomes faster when you squeeze his arms each time you pass, pull at his kuru when you stand behind him, tug his tweng when he is before you.
a playful scoff leaves neteyam when he watches you dance with kiri and tuk, mesmerised by your beauty he has no choice but to pull his brother to join you.
neytiri and jake watch their family dance freely with one another, enjoying their own company. as if all issues they have faced are muted and it is just them in the moment.
but this facade could not withstand the intensity of either of you, it doesn't last a second.
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neteyam is on his knees before you. his eyes hold his emotions, glossy. you both stand in the hallelujah mountains on a beanstalk, one wrong move and either of you will fall to your death.
but it is the thrill that has neteyam's cock twitching and your pussy dripping.
not another second is wasted, your lips pressed into his. silence, no words uttered as you attack one another. his saliva trickles down your chin, neteyam groans in relief. the kisses are rushed, teeth clashing, tongues fighting for dominance but you surrender. letting his have his way with you.
his hands clutch onto your ass, grabbing and spanking you. his hold so tight it leaves bruises, marks of his handprints. he continues to spank you, slapping hard and fast. each slap draws a moan from you, blood drawing at your lips from his harsh kisses.
in sync with one another, you do not shy away from shedding yourself of any clothing. standing before him, bare. neteyam feels a skip in his heartbeat. your confidence has him drooling.
he rips his tweng off, cock bouncing, slapping against his abdomen. thick, fat and girthy. his cock is so fat, you gasp sharply. looking at what is to come.
a smile lingers on neteyam's lips as he watches you size up his cock. a darker shade of blue, white precum coats his girth. a vein runs on the underside of his cock, balls heavy and full with cum.
it is not fear that fills you, it is that hunger you subsided with peaches. that sexual frustration clawing at you, your mind is clouded with the desperation, the want of having something inside you. you clench around nothing, the cold air running goosebumps along your body.
neteyam goes to touch you, hold your breasts but you slap his hands away.
you can't wait any longer and you certainly cannot deal with foreplay right now.
he pulls you with full force, wrapping his arm around your throat.
"you want it painful?"
ears ringing, throat restricted.
"you want my fat cock in you?"
a high pitched moan leaves you as a response.
he scoffs, squeezing tighter.
his fingers rub fast on your pussy, pressing down.
you scream, orgasm hitting you in an instant.
you cream, pussy sticky with your cum.
"what is it?," he grumbles, accent thick, so seductive.
"i want to use you." you shake, lust coating your voice.
"what?," his voice cracks, panting.
"lie back teyam," you whisper against his lips.
"it's gonna be painful sevin,"
"I'm a warrior neteyam, I think I can handle it,"
he laughs.
"baby, this is a cock impaling you, you're not fighting for fresh meat."
"you think you're gonna be okay being inside me?"
"what, you think I can handle it?"
"i don't know neteyam, might have to tap out if it's too much,"
fuck. this woman is crazy.
he licks his lips, lying back, abs twitching. resting his head on his arm, he watches you crawl onto him. you're a vixen. wicked with each movement you make. he wants to touch you, wants to hold you but you swat his hands away. you don't let him grip onto you.
you exhale slowly, rubbing his bulbous tip through your folds. neteyam moans, closing his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of your warmth. your pussy is soaked, arousal dripping down to his balls.
"you're soaking, so creamy." he groans.
"uhuh,"
he growls, moving to sit up but you push him back down. you rest your chest against his, scanning his face.
"gonna shove my cock in your pussy hm?," he begs.
"teyam, i just need you inside me, I don't need anything else right now."
the cold wind that almost throws you both off the beanstalk has you clutching onto him.
"let us go back, we will find a safer place yawne,"
"here is perfect."
"do you want to injure yourself in the process?"
you roll your eyes at the man below you.
"stop whining," you laugh.
"do as you please," he whispers.
you sink yourself onto his fat cock, wincing at the burning stretch. he is thick, he stretches you the further he goes. neteyam thinks he's seen eywa herself, your pussy is warm and welcoming. clenching around him so tight he'll cum right now. he rubs your clit slowly as you sink yourself down onto him, trying to help you pass through the immense stretch.
"slowly y/n, do not rush this or you'll hurt yourself," his hand rubs soothingly on your behind.
"i know," you grit.
you're so wet and sticky he slides in with ease, snug and full. you can feel him in your stomach, deep. you burn from the stretch, struggling to breathe, clawing at his hips as you gasp for air.
"shit baby, just wait a second."
"hurts," you whine.
"I know yawne, you're so greedy. couldn't wait a lil' bit before taking my cock,"
"wan' it now teyam,"
"I know sweetheart, breathe slow."
he rubs soothing circles on your stomach, pushing ever so to feel himself.
"feel me in your stomach ma'?,"
he holds your hand, pushing it against your stomach. his rigid cock is hard inside you.
your pace is fast, as if you want to murder him. neteyam's alarmed, struggling to breathe from shock. your tight around him, hardly moulded for his cock, you don't care.
"what the fuck," he gasps.
all the anger that was inside you, not being to make yourself cum on your fingers due to your long mission. coming home and having to chew down the feeling of just fucking something. & now here is the one who has caused you to be so primal, below you. clutching onto the weeds below him, struggling to hold himself together.
he yelps with each bounce, fisting the ground to support himself. you're attacking him, skin slapping echoes. words don't leave neteyam, groans and desperate whines leave him.
"baby, slow down." he grits out.
you ignore him, your moans muffling his voice.
"we're gonna fall if you keep going like that,"
it feels as though each nerve is being toyed with, each sensitive spot is being caressed, you're trembling. he fills you so good, your mind slowly loses it's security. your pussy is leaking on him, so full and ready to take him even further. neteyam is struggling, eyes knocked to the back of his head, he can't think a thought as you destroy yourself onto him.
the constant stretching, pleasuring pressure has you running your hands down to your clit. rubbing in circular motions fast. neteyam's balls tighten, thighs trembling as his cock twitches inside you. he moans louder, the rush hits him.
"i'm gonna' cum yawne, slow down," he grits out.
"wan' your babies teyam, please," you whine. your mind has slipped away from you, finally getting the pleasure you have been so desperate for.
he growls, slapping your ass before grabbing ahold of your hips. he pistons up into you, your body falling limp as he holds you up. neteyam paints your womb white, thick cum fucked up inside you.
"fuck,"
he flips you onto your knees, pressing your head down to the floor with his foot. humiliating, you can't stop the moan that falls from your lips. the pressure on your head is painful but as soon as he fills you, the uncomfortable position has you spreading your legs wider for him to deepen himself.
"you wan' it fucking rough, let's have it rough sevin,"
fleshy wet sounds are like music to his ears, squelching sounds turn into the sounds of air trapped squeaking out.
neteyam can hear the swishing of his cum in your belly with each thrust, his cum squirts out of you from how deep he is.
"nnghhh please,"
"teyam,"
"ahhhh urgggg,"
"hurts teyam, hurts slow down,"
he ignores your pleas, snapping his hips into yours. you don't realise how quick you orgasm, shaking below him. huffing as he stills inside you, letting you ride out the wave of your orgasm.
"lemme' taste you,"
moving you into a 69 position, neteyam groans at the sight of your pussy. your hole is stretched open, clenching. a mixture of your cum and his leaks out of you. strings holding your folds apart.
his tongue laps at sopping pussy, spitting. the wind is viscous against you both. neteyam shoves your head onto his cock, tasting yourself on him. he fucks into your throat, the gagging sounds spur him on faster. you drool around his cock, tears streaming down your face as he sucks at your clit.
neteyam pulls you by your kuru, positioning you to sit on his face, forcing his tongue inside your leaking pussy. you sob above him, struggling to hold yourself together. you taste natural, so sweet. he drinks down your cum, tasting his salty cum in the process.
neteyam has your knees trapped at either side of your face as he fucks into you, trembling below him. his moans are loud, predatory. he lets himself loose, lets himself go. not holding back any sort of modesty, he roars down hallelujah mountains, filling your poor pussy with his fat cock.
moving you swiftly again.
neteyam holds you upside down, hanging you as he stands, eating your pussy. blood rushes to your head as you suck his cock, suctioning tight as you bob your head. he sucks your clit as if drinking water, sucking fast and hard. you scream around his cock, pushing off him but he shoves his cock deeper down your throat, silencing you.
your thighs tremble, struggling to breathe your eyes roll to the back of your head, the blood in your head has your mind buzzing. stars in your sight, you exhale.
"yawne?"
no response.
"y/n?"
no response.
he quickly turns you around, clutching onto you. you struggle to breathe, head pounding, blood flows back across your body. your face is pace, veins protruding, drool smeared across your face.
"shit,"
neteyam rushes to hold you upright, holding you close.
"almost fainted on my cock baby,"
your ears ring as you try to clutch onto the man before you, world spinning.
neteyam grabs your face, tight, watching the colour fill your cheeks.
"there we go, comin' back to me?" he sighs.
you nod slowly, head dropping to his chest.
a laugh erupts, his chest vibrating.
"let's get you breathing again before i fuck you, okay?,"
you whine in protest.
"shhh,"
neteyam's grin is large, watching your lashes flutter as you struggle to keep your eyes open.
you're right where he wants you. no other man can have you the way he has you. no other man can fuck you the way he does.
"no one else is allowed to have you, you hear me?"
"don't hate me then & be a man,"
"only hated you cus' i wanted to fuck the living daylight out of you yawne,"
his confession earns a gasp from you.
"oh also, next time you finger yourself. make sure you aren't that loud."
embarrassment shoots at you, looking up at the future olo'eyktan. amusement is etched into his face.
he laughs, a belly laugh, clutching onto you tighter as he sees the embarrassment turn to horror.
"do not mock me neteyam, i knew you were there the entire time." you smirk.
the colour drains from his face.
he'll keep fucking you.
he'll tame you.
have you moulded into his woman.
but you will shape him into a man who worships you.
you'll both be split open like peaches.
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plot went out the window soon as i hit the smut😫✨
thank you for your patience on peaches chapter 2, it was so much fun to write & I'm so so glad it's over 🤪
i think after writing all these smut scenes I'm ready for something so much darker and vivid. excited to see what's next 🫶🏼
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🐝 book 2 of the bridgerton inspo story 🐝
🐝 that older sister 🐝
summary : neteyam & his family have returned to awa'atlu, residing. as the eldest daughter of tonowari & ronal you are expected to find a mate via your people. when the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, also ao'nung's best friend, reenters your life - you're thrown off course.
but when you are caught participating in such scandalous acts, will you mate with who you love?
warnings!
mdni, 18+ language, swearing/cussing, slight angst, mean neteyam, smut, sex in public, rough sex, creampie, neteyam's a munch, reader is not petite, corruption, reader is oblivious, reader's inexperienced, spitting, overstim just smut & fluff!
a/n 📝 : no spell or grammar checks soz, i love bridgerton istg who's excited for the 4th season!? ✨ (ps this is long asf)
you dreamed of love as something fascinating, hard to come by.
it is not mere the thought of our minds it is beyond our imagination, beyond the lessons we are taught as we grow.
but how were you meant to know love would face you from one of a different clan, different tradition. you were not expecting to be pulled from your family like this, residing in a mauri which was empty and cold with silence.
your people and family are important to you. awa'atlu is your home, your beginning and hopefully your end, you are one with the metkayina. awa'atlu is home to many, land of 1000 years old surround the people, there is lesson, teachings, guidance, through the waters.
but when you declined every sing lelefnelan (male) na'vi that stepped before you, there was no place for you to complain with where you are now. you brought this upon yourself. your sa'nok (mother) and sempu (father), the Great Olo'eyktan Tonowari te Tsika'u Arvak'itan & Tsahìk Ronal te Natsira Tan'ite, pushed you to bring life to the clan. have children, find your mate for life, perform tsaheylu before eywa.
blah blah blah.
marriage was exciting, finding that someone was exhilarating. but you did not expect it to come like this. losing your position as the next olo'eykte for love. maybe it was the thrill of looking rather than gaining.
you were not shown of what is to come, what may happen. you were not told of the addicting sensation that happens between your thighs. you were not prepared for the aspects of marriage.
disappointment is what filled your parents at first, heavy silence, lectures every time you breathed, what else were they expecting from you? you cannot force tsaheylu with a lelefnelan (male) you do not love, it is painful just the thought of it.
you are rebellious in your parents eyes, hard to tame, annoying once your mouth is open. don't point fingers! it is not your fault that you have a mind of your own and do not rely on a significant other to respond for you.
years of childish behaviour, roaming the waters freely, getting into fights that you would lose, eating at your hearts desire, not caring of your image.
it is only until recently you have become more...tamed.
you are the Metkayina's crowned pearl. a burdening title but one where those of the other clans make you the talk of the century. is it a flex? possibly. a title rewarded for your care of the people, modesty, looks & skills. you have to put on a character for the people, they cannot see who you truly are.
when the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya had graced you with his presence it was almost as if you had returned to being a teenager. a sudden wash of deja vu filled you when laying eyes upon him, your soul had been this close to him before.
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya. when your family had first met them, they were all children, teens. the bond between you all formed naturally, from years of fighting beside one another.
but you were never close to neteyam, you were best friends with lo'ak. his younger brother, the Tulkun Makto. he is your sister's lover but also a younger brother beside ao'nung in your eyes.
neteyam was adamant on keeping you away from having fun, ruining every single ounce of excitement with his lectures. he behaved more like your father than ao'nung did. neteyam the party pooper. tuk created that name for him when he lined all of you up and told you off for trying to adventure to the sea dragon.
when neteyam had almost died before you, it was your name he called out. a friendship that suddenly became so fuelling, you thought of him as a soul mate.
but as time goes on, people change, feelings change too.
word had spread to the omatikaya that you were now accepting proposals, neteyam's family were ecstatic. but neteyam? it was an alarming feeling of betrayal that flowed through him. he didn't expect you to be so foolishly blind.
he had his eyes on you the moment he saw you but you did not entertain him, you did not look his way. you got closer with his brother instead. he tried every conversation with you but it did not last. until you fought side by side, protecting one another. you were locked in with him.
the day neteyam had arrived, you were not expecting anything from it. but what you didn't seem to remind yourself is that he is a man and you are a woman.
you could not sense of what was to come.
"tsmuke (sister)!"
ao'nung's voice pulls you from your thoughts.
"yes bro,"
"the na'ring (forest) na'vi have returned!,"
surprise slaps you round the face.
"the sullys have returned?"
"yes! are you coming to see them?"
your heart drops to your stomach, stepping outside your mauri pod with speed.
"let's go!,"
the two of you dive, darting through the water to the shores of awa'atlu.
the people are celebrating, welcoming the dark skinned na'vi before you. their tails are still as small. but their frames, they are taller, wider, larger. seeing them from behind, you could easily recognise who was who from their frames.
the backs of the two siblings, are defined. curved with muscles, taller in size, larger in frame. they had grown.
ao'nung rushes over to greet them but you don't follow so quickly, you stand back, watching.
"my friend."
ao'nung embraces neteyam, warmly.
"brother, it is good to see you." neteyam's voice is deeper.
his accent is thicker, heavy with every word. his voice is louder, every word so easily heard even if he were to whisper. just his voice screams olo'eyktan.
ao'nung and tsireya greet the sullys with love, your mother & father are quick to do the same. but you do not move any closer, you can only look.
her presence is clear. she is far but i can feel her, she is watching us. neteyam thinks to himself, a smirk lingering on his lips. he can sense you even from a mile away, he can smell your scent of...lilies, paskalin (sweet berry). neteyam's heart thuds against his chest, excitement.
"daughter, come forth," your father's booming voice, calls for you.
each step is gentle, standing beside your father. you lift your gaze, slowly, the sully's stand before you with shock.
neteyam couldn't stop the spark that travels down to his cock from seeing you. you have grown into a woman hand crafted by eywa herself, born again. you do not wear the same figure as before, you are rounder. so full in every corner he looks to, your thighs are thicker, stomach blessed with a pudge. your chest is swell, the roundness of your breasts elevated by the thin material you adorn.
stretch marks are luminous on your skin, travelling up your knees, muscled biceps, corners of your stomach. you hide them with tattoos that lie on your wide hips. tenderly built, full in a way that marked warmth. your face still adorned the full cheeks that are painted with the same pink hue.
you were everything neteyam did not expect and it only fuelled a feeling in him that lied dormant since he left awa'atlu. since he left your side. you had ignited the fire in him, desire.
it is tuktirey's voice that brings you back to reality, her squeal of your name has you walking over to her. you greet every sully with a tight hug, even their father, before you stand just breaths before neteyam.
he is no longer the boy that you would tease on purpose, the boy that would ruin all your fun. he is not the party pooper you remember.
you sigh as you think back to the day you had first met him after many years. neteyam wore scars as if they were the same blessed tattoos you have, he stands much taller, he looms. his face is chiseled, lips full. braids hang just past his shoulders, the same beads and feather behind his ear. he was so built. defined muscles, torso lined with abs, drool fills your mouth.
it was a fleeting feeling at first, the initial meeting was shy. your eyes did not meet but you shook each other's hands with blushes coating each other. a skip of a heart beat you did not register hitched your breath.
since that day, meeting the Olo'eyktan had become painful. he spoke very few words but let his eyes continue the rest of a conversation. he walked through the villages with his shoulders rolled back, hands behind his back. he still stood two steps behind his father, he was the Olo'eyktan and did not force his image.
interactions came more often, you could not escape the man no matter what corner you turned.
"do you not enjoy the celebrations with your people?," he asks you, lowering himself.
you look up at him through your lashes, a small smile on your lips as you take a bite of the fresh meat caught from the hunt.
"does it seem this way, olo'eyktan?"
he laughs to himself, you do not say his name out of respect, more out of mockery.
"it does."
his blunt reply has you silent.
"I hear you are planning on mating," he asks.
"yes...I am."
"I see,"
"do you have a partner, olo'eyktan?"
his silence has you questioning yourself.
"I do not."
"oh,"
"it's out of choice rather than...not being accepted,"
"I did not ask," you smirk.
he grins, shaking his head.
"still the same it seems,"
"of course,"
he hums, standing beside you in silence. the two of you do not utter another word that night, enjoying the quiet presence between one another.
at other times, neteyam would purposefully step in the way.
"you still have gift i made you,"
lo'ak smiles.
"of course I do sis, why would I get rid of it?,"
you grin, hugging him tightly.
"I'm happy to see you again bro,"
"me too, it's been a long time."
"it has, I'm sure things are better though, right?"
"yeah, we're just rebuilding ourselves at the moment,"
"that's good to hear, will you guys be staying for long?"
"depends on dad and neteyam,"
"I see,"
he nods, grabbing your hand.
"your sister missed you every time she left," he says.
"I'm glad she was with you,"
"me too, we wish you were with us,"
"I'm sure I will visit the forest soon, your father has ordered me to come soon,"
he laughs.
"yeah, dad talks about you all the time,"
"he does?" surprise filling you.
before lo'ak can speak any further, neteyam's eyes are dark as they scan your figure.
"bro," lo'ak greets.
"baby bro,"
lo'ak looks down at your joined hands, his brother's eyes hot on them. he lets go fast, patting your shoulder, gulping.
lo'ak knows his elder brother has always had his eyes on you, he knows how much he tried but failed. you were too close to lo'ak, you did not recognise the elder brother who also wanted to be close with you.
"bro,"
"yeah?" neteyam responds.
"you still got feelings for y/n?"
neteyam spits out the food he was eating, lo'ak gags.
"what's wrong with you?" neteyam muffles with a mouthful.
"first of all, that's disgusting. and just the mention of her name has you fumblin', mighty warrior," he mocks.
neteyam rolls his eyes, cleaning himself up.
"when did I ever have feelings for her?" he spits.
"c'mon bro, you weren't fooling anyone even if you didn't, you wanted to get close to her."
"bro..." neteyam sighs.
"she's kinda...she can't tell left from right, if you don't remember,"
"yeah, i know," neteyam groans.
"you had time though bro, you could've told her."
"wasn't the right time baby bro,"
lo'ak nods, rubbing his brothers back.
"she's gonna get wifed then knocked up bro, you better get a move on," he laughs.
neteyam scowls.
"shut your skxawng ass up lo'ak."
every single interaction had a space for neteyam to butt into. he did not let you have any sort of conversation without being there or eavesdropping behind you.
it wasn't attractive, it was jarring. it only spurred your annoyance towards him.
"are the standards that low y/n?," neteyam spits.
"excuse me?"
"you seem to be offering every man a chance,"
"does it seem that way? why does it concern you?" you grit.
"you must be weak minded."
anger burns through your skin.
"do not jest with me, neteyam."
"does it look like i'm making jokes?" his brow cocks.
you scoff.
"right and you clearly don't have any standards since you have no partner,"
he growls.
"don't try it with me y/n, I am just telling you. you have better choices of men, do not allow all of them such closeness with you, just for you to reject them." he shakes his head, sighing.
"and what are you going to do? help me find a mate?"
neteyam gulps, tilting his head.
"yes," he breathes out.
shock short circuits your mind.
"y-you what?"
"I will help you,"
if only you could run back and tell yourself to not fall into this trap, setting yourself up with your stupidity. neteyam announced courting you loud and clear, a promise made between you two.
"you will court me,"
neteyam's head almost snaps.
"what?"
"if you want to help me, you can't just walk around by my side. you must court me,"
"y/n."
"what? you have nothing to lose, don't stress it olo'eyktan. once we find the right one, we can go our separate ways."
you must have lost cells from every fight you lost in your time, because your stupidity angered neteyam. he could not believe the shit that was coming out of your mouth and neither can you, now that you look back at it.
now here you are, stuck in a space of hell. punished with the olo'eyktan next to you at every second. and each time you are near he puts this feeling in you, this thought, the world is slower at every step he takes.
his aura is threatening, his eyes are dangerous and that mouth. every single bit about him has your head spinning, your chest heavy with pressure when he is near.
what was meant to be joint partnership in succeeding you with a partner has turned into something that neither of you were expecting.
"neteyam, this is absurd!," you giggle.
"a man only has to take one look at you and he will claim you as his y/n,"
you roll your eyes, pressing your fingers, gently, into his arm.
a shiver is sent up his spine, your faint touch has his skin burning.
"you do not see how they look at you?"
you cock your hip, turning to face him.
"I do not."
"each time I speak to you i think you will remain oblivious forever,"
"hey! don't be mean,"
he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
"i mean it, you're naive,"
"neteyam, i have simple conversation with simple men,"
"and, you fail to find the conversations interesting, your people here are not simple, they are anything but that."
you match his stance, crossing your arms over your chest.
you don't realise what mirroring him has done to you, your breasts lift; threatening to spill. neteyam's eyes can't help but flicker down at them. he smiles to himself. you can't help yourself even if you tried.
"how is them trying to sell themselves to me interesting? you should listen to the things they say!,"
neteyam only kisses his teeth in response.
so oblivious, you do not realise the cart of fruit that is about to hit you. neteyam pulls you in by your wrist, hand heavy on your waist as he moves you before him.
as if you have been winded, you gasp. heart racing at the sudden manhandling. no man has tried to carry you, you thought it was because you're too heavy. but he has lifted you with ease. no strain.
"careful," he whispers.
not realising how close he is to you, neteyam scans you face. the shock has drained colour from your face. he holds you tighter, rubbing soothing circles into your waist.
your eyes are wide, your lips parted.
"are you okay?,"
he lowers his head, moving it to each side of your face and body, analysing for a wound.
"i-i'm...i am not hurt," you whisper.
his hands are rough, calloused. heavy but warm. his hold on you has your skin prickling. licking your dry lips, you lull your head back.
"you are not hurt,"
"i am not." you breathlessly reply.
warmth pools in your belly, a tingle underneath your tweng (loincloth) has you squeezing your thighs together.
it doesn't go unnoticed by neteyam. his brows furrow, eyes flicking from your lips to both of your eyes. your breasts are pushed together, elevating the breaths you are struggling to take.
neteyam sniffs the air, paskalin. so close and intoxicating. the smell of your arousal has his ears flicking, tail curled higher. he smirks, letting his hand rub lower across your back. watching how you shiver below him.
you bite your lower lip, gulping. his warmth has you alarmed. pushing him off in an instant.
struggling to catch your breath, you turn on your heel.
"we will see each other later,"
he does not respond, inhaling your lingering scent on his hands.
you're aroused and you don't even know it.
neteyam is meant to feel ashamed, you're pure, untouched. & he's putting his hands all over you, ruining your modesty. it doesn't push him away from you, it brings him closer. when neteyam wants something, he will do anything to gain it. neteyam is a tsamsiyu (warrior) and he has the skills to achieve anything. even if it meant you.
but his mind isn't set on having you, no. it's to make you desperate for him, no man being able to provide the same presence. he came to awa'atlu to congratulate you, support you but now that he's seen how much you've changed? yeah, no. it was the stupid conversations you have with these men that are only after one thing, he doesn't want that to happen to you! neteyam's just looking out for you.
moulding you. he doesn't deserve you, he knows he'd be torturing you if he had you as his. you would not live the life you live now.
since the day neteyam had his hands on you, you crave for it more. wanting to feel his hands on you just a little longer, the feeling in your belly does not return until he is with you. the feeling between your thighs only happens when you're with him, you want it again.
and you got it alright, any excuse, any small excuse, neteyam had his hands on you.
ꨄ︎
"let us go this way y/n,"
his hand on the small of your back, remaining there as he pulled you, gently, to a different path. that same feeling returns.
"mind your step,"
his large hand holds yours, the roughness rubbing your hand in a soothing way.
ꨄ︎
"oh, your hair,"
"huh?"
he moves your hair behind your ear, tucking it, gently. butterflies fill your stomach.
ꨄ︎
"here,"
"thank you," you whisper.
he hands you a plate of food, filled largely. a smile coats your face.
ꨄ︎
"y/n,"
his breath is hot on the back of your neck, breath hitching, you turn to face him.
"yes?" you shakily respond.
he doesn't say a word, invading your personal space with his looming figure.
"I brought you a gift,"
"you did?," grinning.
"close your eyes,"
"we're not children neteyam,"
"just do it,"
closing your eyes, you place your hands up in the air. your cheeks ache from your hard grin, but when something cold is placed in your hands, you can't help but hum.
"what is it?"
"open your eyes,"
in your hands is your songcord, attached with new beads.
"what's this?"
"one for looking for proposals, one for our return to awa'atlu & the last one is for our new found friendship," his voice is soft.
warmth coats your entire body, you squeal as you pull him into a hug. knocking the wind out of his chest, neteyam lowers himself, steading you with his hands on your waist.
both of you laugh together, holding one another. but you don't realise, the beads are the same colours as the ones in neteyam's hair.
he has completely invaded your space, mind and soul. whatever man you talk to does not stimulate you the way neteyam does. no one interests you as much, no one has you second looking. it's painful, a waste of time. having to participate in pointless conversation that are not leading anywhere.
so you have begun flat out declining.
you do not want your time taken away from neteyam, no other man should waste hours of your days when you could be communicating with the man who knows just what you dislike and like, how to get a reaction out of you & what the right words are to ease your mind.
the grass isn't always greener.
he sits before you, eating fresh meat and sticky fruits. even when he is sat next to you, his frame is still taller. there is no denying the difference in your size next to the olo'eyktan.
"are you even listening to what I'm saying?," you shout.
"I am, I'm multi tasking,"
"what eating and not replying?"
"no...eating & listening."
rolling your eyes, you cross your arms, watching him.
the juice of a fruit rolls down his index and middle fingers, coating them. he tuts before...you're set on fire. you're burning before the man. your heart thuds in your ears, your throat dry.
neteyam's long tongue wraps around either of his fingers, lapping up the juices that trickle down before shoving both the finger in his mouth.
his long lashes flutter before he makes his eyes to yours, he's got you right where he wants you. you're dazed, starry eyed. watching him as every fibre in your body sets alight. your doe eyes stare at him, chest rising with each breath you take.
neteyam's eyes watch for any slight change in your expression, tracking even the smallest flicker. pleased focus. your eyes move to his, glossy.
bright to dark, desire coating his eyes. his pupils dilated, he lets go his fingers with a pop.
your flustered face is bright pink, glowing.
"you okay?," he smugly asks.
that same smell, sweet. your arousal shifts the air you breath, intoxicating his brain.
"y-yeah," you hiccup.
you stand with urgency, shaking.
"i don't feel well, i will see you another time,"
"you don't feel well or you're aroused?"
his question forces your eyes on his.
"w-what?"
"your chest rises faster, your heartbeat is loud, your lips are wet and your pupils are dilated. it is not an illness, you are aroused y/n,"
"w-what? n-no, stop I have to go."
he pulls you onto his lap by his wrist, a gasp turning into a quiet moan.
"neteyem! s-someone will catch us, let go of me!,"
but you do not fight to be freed, your relax further into his hold. he chuckles at your words, chest vibrating against your back.
"do you feel it between your thighs?," he whispers against your ear.
you shiver, hands gripping onto his thick forearms.
you purse your lips, closing your eyes, focusing on trying to stay silent.
your ass is right on his cock, so soft and full.
"tell me,"
his breath travels down your neck.
you nod, slow.
"do you understand what that feeling is?"
you shake your head no.
"it is arousal. does it feel wet and sticky?," he snarls.
you nod.
he groans, cock twitching, he can't stop his hips from rolling just gently.
"fuck," he groans.
you moan against him, his voice sends flushes to your stomach, goosebumps forming all over your light blue skin.
"have you ever touched yourself y/n?,"
confusion causes you to open your eyes.
"what? where?"
neteyam's eyes widen in shock.
"you've never touched yourself?"
"where? you've asked me this twice."
"you've never-"
his fingers slide across your body, pushing your thighs apart. you gulp in anticipation, letting out a shaky exhale. his fingers lightly tap you clothed clit, your back arches. a loud moan leaves your lips, the sensation makes your thighs tremble.
"touched your pussy?"
"n-no.."
"oh y/n."
you whine as his hand moves away. he coos, lifting you to face him, off of him. his strength warms your chest, the strange feeling of being able to be lifted by a man has you light headed.
"neteyam," you whimper.
he tuts.
"go home y/n and when you are alone, when it is quiet and dark outside. let your hands travel down your body, let your fingers touch your pussy, rub it, press down each time you touch your sensitive spot, explore yourself."
the voices of other have you running away, not listening to his call of your name. shock runs your body cold.
she'll do what i've asked her to do. neteyam whispers to himself, rubbing his thumb across his lips.
ding ding ding, he was right.
it is quiet in your mauri pod, silence filling the empty space. the moon is bright tonight, casting shadows within your home. you rid of your cover, closing your eyes.
neteyam fills your mind.
his body,
your hand travels lower.
his muscles,
your hand lets your breasts free, the cold air hardening your nipples. you hiss.
his golden eyes,
you rub your fingers across your nipple, arching into your touch. the sensitive buds sending sparks down you.
the way he held you in his arms,
your fingers travel to your tweng.
his larger frame caging yours,
moving your tweng to the side, you spread your legs wide.
the way he sucked his fingers,
your fingers push against your clit, yelping at the pleasure that bursts through you. you pant, stopping yourself. the feeling is so strange, so different. it has your insides buzzing, warm.
his fingers on your pussy,
rubbing your fingers against your pussy, your moan echoes through the darkness. the touch is exhilarating.
you keep rubbing, circling your clit, gathering the wetness of your pussy and spreading it over and through your folds. the faster you move, the intensity builds. the knot of pleasure inside you threatens to burst -
"neteyam," you moan.
the feeling washes over you, creaming as you shake. your eyes roll to the back of your head. this is addicting & all you've had is a taste of it.
neteyam could tell very well that you had touched yourself. your skin painted pink, cheeks rosy, chest rising each time he was no wear. no need to be so modest y/n.
you were so obedient already. he wanted to corrupt you with things you have never been taught, he wanted to show you what you have been missing out on.
but neteyam was a shy man when it came to his emotions, he's never had the space to talk about how he feels. there was never a need at times.
you began to fill his mind more than you already did. it was not poison, he began to hate himself. hate the thoughts that filled him. his morals did not align with what he was hungry for.
it did not stop, you did not stop infiltrating his mind. his dreams, his thoughts. he'd wake up and see you, go to sleep and see you, during the day you be there before him.
but his morals. you were a pearl, a beautiful woman that deserved to stay pure forever. well that was what he kept telling himself, internal conflict. he was debating with himself each day.
he told himself to look away when you were near, think of anything else but his thoughts did not cooperate, rotating images of you with a stubborn thirst that could not be quenched.
it unsettled him, uncomfortable. he has never obsessed over something before. he has not had time to find love and be selfish, his family is his first priority. & now that he is olo'eyktan, he knows he must focus on his duties.
the argument that ran through him was trapped behind his ribs, surrounded his heart and dug into his blood flow. arteries tightened, his breathing short. but nothing could stop his mind from leaning towards you.
"his silence is frustrating," you mutter, picking at the fruit in your hands.
"what is wrong sister?," tsireya holds your hands, sitting before you with worrisome eyes.
you chew your lip, shaking your head.
"it's nothing," you sigh.
"we haven't been close recently, I've missed you," she huffs.
"I've missed you too,"
"have sempu (father) & sa'nok (mother) said anything about neteyam courting you?," she asks.
"they still don't talk to me tsireya," you sigh.
"I know...I know, I thought they would have said something to you at least,"
"well, they haven't,"
"I'm sure they will speak to you eventually,"
"you have been saying this for years now, there is no point sister. I am not fussed,"
"then what is bothering you?,"
you hesitate, the sound of footsteps stopping you from speaking.
"tsmuke? (sister)," ao'nung calls out.
"come in,"
he smiles when he sees both of his sisters together, making his way to sit beside you both. the sun is shining down into your mauri, the sounds of waves providing music.
"sister," he greets.
"you okay ao?," you rub his shoulder.
"it seems I've interrupted something serious,"
"do not worry brother," you smile, weakly.
"you've clearly got something on your mind y/n," he wraps his arm over your shoulders.
"your best friend, his silence is frustrating,"
"what has he done?," ao'nung purses his lips.
both your siblings look at you with wide eyes, listening.
"he has not spoken to me in days,"
"did something happen between you two?,' tsireya asks.
you think back to how warm his hands were on your skin, his breath causing you to shiver - the scent of mint leaves. his braids brushing over your shoulders, a comforting itch.
you don't realise the colour forming on your cheeks, your brother pulls a face of disgust.
"please do not tell me it was something disgusting, I do not wish to think of my tsawl tsmuke (big sister) in such ways." he shivers, pretending to gag.
you slap his chest playfully, grinning.
"do not think of me as such baby bro, nothing has happened. he has not spoken to me, he stands beside me in silence but at distance or he avoids me whilst we stand in the same room,"
ao'nung scowls.
"he is a sxawng," he mutters under his breath.
"do not be annoyed ao'nung," tsireya hums.
"I can't tell anymore, I do not know what courting even means, how am I meant to feel? am I meant to feel a certain way or did I miss the memo?," you grunt.
ao'nung grins.
"are you asking us how can you tell if you like neteyam?,"
embarrassment shines in your eyes, you look away, a shy smile on your lips.
"when you like someone, you should feel butterflies in your stomach when they are near, your chest will feel tight," tsireya smiles.
"your knees will feel weak, head light headed. & once you feel those things, they will consume every part of you, you cannot rid them even if you tried," ao'nung gazes into the distance, reflecting.
their words have you second guessing yourself, doubting the words you said to neteyam. you made a promise between each other, help you find a partner & then be off on your own ways. but now...you have come to realise, it won't be as easy as you think.
this was never meant to happen.
you were never meant to feel this type of way.
you gasp in shock, cold fingers pressing against your warm lips.
you have feelings for Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan.
neteyam could not have guessed he would fall this hard for you, he thought he could stop himself. but that side of him, one that wants to see you on your knees in front of him.
"bro, stop pacing!," lo'ak shouts in annoyance.
"sorry baby brother,"
"you're putting me on edge, what is wrong?"
neteyam sighs, crouching down.
"it's her isn't it?," lo'ak turns to face his brother.
neteyam only groans in response, rubbing his hand down his face.
"why did you put yourself in this situation, your feelings are too strong for her, aren't they bro?,"
neteyam nods, slow.
"I thought helping her would be the right thing, I did not realise this would happen,"
"then you're foolish, you can't believe that you weren't gonna' fall for her when you had some sort of feelings for her years ago bro,"
lo'ak's truth makes neteyam's skin crawl. he knows his brother is right, he should have never put himself in the middle of this shit. he should have just wished you well and stood beside his parents. but you're so interesting, everything about you is hypnotic.
"don't fuck this up bro,"
night has fallen, the people are singing and dancing with the tlalim clan (wind traders). they have taken rest in metkayina, trading and sharing stories with our people before they continue on their journey. the olo'eyktan's of the tlalim are good friends with your father, it is always a blessing from eywa when they are within your presence.
neteyam has not spoken to you although you stand close, the two of you are silent. neither of you make the first word, both equally as shy. you want him to say anything but you do not want to face your feelings for him.
it is when neteyam sees you talking with a tsamsiyu (warrior) of your clan that has him pulling you by your wrist, away from the people.
"neteyam! what's your issue!?" you scowl.
"stop pulling me!,"
your protests fall deaf on his ears.
"stop it!, let me go!,"
his blood is boiling, eyes seeing red, head pounding against his skull. he watched your entire interaction with the male.
your shy smile,
the giggle that escapes your lips,
your doe eyes as you look up at him whilst he speaks,
the way you tucked your hair behind your ear,
the tsamsiyu purposefully flexing his arms in your face,
his eyes that wandered all over you,
his loud cackle at clearly something humorous you had said.
neteyam is seething with jealousy, he could not watch you any longer.
your gentle strides across the people,
your long lashes fluttering as you greeted the people,
the flow of your hair brushing against men that gawked at you,
the people did not care, they clearly did not respect the fact he was courting you.
it was not apparent enough that you were being courted by an olo'eyktan.
his jaw almost snaps from hard he is clenching, he suddenly halts in his steps, letting go of your wrist.
"neteyam? hello? why aren't you saying anything?,"
he turns to face you.
his face is stuck in a expression of annoyance, anger.
he lifts you, fingers pressing down painfully on your skin.
"ow!, neteyam! let go of me!," you scream.
he throws you over his shoulder, landing a harsh spank on your behind. you yelp, kicking the air.
"put me down!,"
"neteyam, you prick!, let go of me!,"
"put me down!,"
neteyam, turn his head, your behind is right against his face. your tweng lifted, the outline of your folds has him inhaling against you.
you gasp, stopping your kicks.
"neteyam?"
he growls, leaving a bruising slap against your cheek, watching it jiggle.
"what is your issue?,"
"stop screaming." he states.
his voice is low and firm.
he places you down, standing in the maze of trees. he paces before you, hands pressed against each other, against his lips.
"neteyam?," you whisper.
his rage is evident, the twitch in his ears is harsh, tail whipping against the ground.
metkayina's pearl. who would've known she would rile up the olo'eyktan of the omatikaya this much.
"do not entertain that tsamsiyu (warrior),"
"what?"
"you are speaking to men of the wrong morals y/n,"
"and you think that dragging me, throwing me over your shoulder is the right thing?"
he shakes his head.
"do you enjoy gaining the attention of others? do you like it when even the men who only want one thing from you approach you?,"
his questions have you breathing sharply.
"do not question what I do after you do not speak to me the way the do, you have no right to be mad,"
"I am not mad,"
"you are fuming neteyam, it is evident." you roll your eyes.
"did you just roll your eyes at me?,"
for some reason, guilt heats your body. it as if you wear the shame when your father catches you doing something you should not be doing.
"yes," you whisper.
his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, jaw clenched. his eagle like eyes bore into you. shaking his head.
the battle in his head is loud. the scent of you so close to his face has him drunk.
"y/n,"
"neteyam,"
seconds pass in silence, eyes trained onto one another.
he takes one step forward,
you do not hold yourself back.
neteyam lifts you as you clash into him, wrapping your legs arounds his waist. he smashes his lips against yours, teeth biting at each other's lips. you moan in his hold, struggling to breathe as he attacks you with his mouth.
it is desperation, the days of frustration pooling from each kiss. his lips are plump, wetness shared. you swallow his saliva that is passed from his tongue, the taste has you in a frenzy. you want more.
the kisses are sharp and unyielding, fighting for dominance via your tongues. it is a challenge that you accept, teeth grazing, breath stolen the pressure had was intense - making your pulse jump.
your moans mixed together, he pulled back. his eyes held a warning in them, a question.
if we continue this, there is no going back.
you answer him with a peck on his lips.
there is no going back.
he grins against your lips, holding you tighter. the kisses are promises, wanting to show you far he was willing to go.
he wastes no time, putting you down. he attacks your neck, biting down as he pulls your breast free. squeezing the fullness, rubbing the sensitive bud. his rough hands against your soft skin, driving you insane.
his fingers reach into your tweng, your wetness welcomes him in. neteyam groans against your lips, puffing air.
"fuck, you're soaking."
you moan in response, digging your nails into his skin. he rubs, the feeling so different to your fingers. his touch warms your skin, warmth pooling low in your belly.
you feel alive, seen, touched in every crevice of your body.
"neteyam," you whimper.
"you feel so good ma'"
you grin, shy. the moon light shines against both your glowing skin, the contrast in shades, calm intertwining with depth.
"what the fuck!?,"
both your faces drop in horror, looking over, your brother stands, shaking. his fists curled, eyes dangerous. if smoke was visible from him it would be coming out of his ears.
neteyam lets go of you, ao'nung runs at him, growling.
"what the fuck are you doing!?," ao'nung roars.
he lands a blow on neteyam, he does not fight back.
"AO'NUNG!," you scream.
he ignores you, dropping neteyam to the ground. he jumps on top of him, throwing rough punches at the olo'eyktan below him.
"AO'NUNG!,"
your fathers booming voice has you dropping to your knees, ao'nung stopping his blows.
the ground shakes underneath your fathers steps, pulling his son off neteyam.
ao'nung entire body shakes, hands spasming. your father does not punish his son, he pulls him away, watching his vibrating figure.
"olo'eyktan," your father helps neteyam up.
"son!,"
neteyam's dad runs over, holding his son to the side.
you pick your nails, tsireya brushes her fingers through your hair. you wait outside the olo'eyktan's mauri pod, neteyam, ao, toruk makto and your father are inside.
you sit with your sister, mother, lo'ak and the rest of the sullys. anxiety runs your skin cold, knee bobbing up and down at pace.
"what happened?," tsireya whispers.
you shake your head, eyes glossy with tears.
your mother argues with neteyam's mother, hissing.
"your son has clearly done something!" your mother spits.
"do not accuse my son of anything!," neytiri hisses.
you head snaps up as they all come out from inside. looking directly at neteyam, he hangs his head low. you try to hold down the tears that escape you.
"you two will wed," tonowari states.
pin drop silence.
"i do not know of the argument between yourself and neteyam, daughter. but ao'nung has said it was a lovers quarrel, to ease the tension. I have agreed, with the blessing of eywa, you will mate before the Great Mother,"
you stand in shock, your father bears a soft smile. for once he looks at your with kindness in his eyes, he does not wear the stoic expression.
you cross over to ao'nung, the anger still washes off him but instead, he also wears a smile.
every single male before you is smiling except neteyam. he stands with his shoulders dropped, a grin creeping.
"we welcome you to our family, y/n te Tsika'u Ronal'ite,"
the sully's celebrate, hugging the both of you. your sister's soft cries have you clutching onto her. lo'ak pulls you into a tight hug, whispering words of reassurance in your ear.
"big sis," he grins, teasing.
your mother presses a kiss against your head as she holds you close, uncontrollable sobs leave you. her touch has been distant for years, she has not held you.
your sat with your brother and neteyam, both of you waiting for him to speak.
"there was no point of me telling father what I had seen,"
"ao, i'm so sorry,"
"don't apologise when it isn't your fault sister, clearly my friend here could not control his urges,"
neteyam sighs.
"neteyam had already asked to marry you weeks ago sister,"
you still.
"w-what?," you stutter.
"it seems he did not tell you,"
neteyam kneels before tonowari, ao'nung stood to the side with lo'ak.
"you wish to marry my daughter?,"
"yes,"
"nga new tsonta muntxa si? (you want to mate?)"
"yes,"
"hm..."
neteyam gulps.
"stand up, you are the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya."
neteyam stands, crossing his arms behind him. his heartbeat is loud in his ears, worry nipping at him.
"nga lu am'ake nga tsun ease 'ite tirengop (you be sure you are able to ease my daughter's life)?,"
"oe lu am'ake (i am sure),"
"you are the son of Toruk Makto, the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, you are one with the forest. my 'ite (daughter) is the pearl of my people, she is of water. she will struggle with your traditions..."
tonowari cannot stop the thoughts of his daughter struggling fill his mind.
"I will care for her greatly, po lu my ya (she be my air),"
lo'ak's lips are swollen as he bites them, eyes flicking from tonowari to his brother. their father enters the room, seating himself as he watches his son.
"my 'ite (daughter) is complex, she is...mighty with her emotions, one of the figures for the people,"
"she is my complexity, she will be mighty with my people,"
"tell me, olo'eyktan. do you plan on making her Tsahìk?"
neteyam nods, shoulders easing with the change in tonowari's words.
"she will naturally enter that position,"
"hm...and does she know of your interest?,"
neteyam gulps down the ache in his throat.
"it has been difficult,"
"you are courting her,"
"I am, it has been very real for me. but to your daughter, she is...this arrangement. we have not shared our feelings," neteyam struggles.
"I see,"
"I am coming to you before the time comes again in the future, my intention is clear sir,"
tonowari grins, nodding his head.
"then so it be, eywa tìng syawn nga mune (eywa bless you two), i trust you will help my daughter express herself, bring the truth to her soon, son. this will be difficult, she is a strong character."
fat tears roll down your face, hot. your cheeks are burning, bottom lip quivering.
acceptance is what makes your chest swell, being chosen. no man has done this, said this, gone to your father to ask for you. no man has been comitted to keeping you around once they actually get to know you. they do not see you for who you are, declining every single man because they do not give you the feeling you've been looking for.
the feeling that neteyam has given you, shown you.
neteyam already chose you from the moment he seperated from you, he did not regret going to your father the moment he agreed to court you. he was anxious, split into two. his urges, he did not want to be the same as all the men that surround you.
"you are a lucky man my friend," ao'nung smiles.
neteyam cannot stop himself from placing his hand over yours. wiping your tears away.
"i am," neteyam whispers.
"ao," you sob.
"do not cry sister, you will make me emotional,"
you wrap your arms around ao'nung, his hands shake as he returns the hug.
"i will leave you two, i hope i never see you two like that again, i feel nauseous."
you press a chaste kiss against your brother's cheek, watching his shy face glow.
you and neteyam kneel before each other, finally alone.
"you did not tell me this was your plan,"
"i wanted you to recognise me yourself,"
you smile, holding his large hand in yours.
"I see you, neteyam."
neteyam's eyes widen, watching you.
all he's ever wanted was for you to see him, since the teenage years he wanted to be close to you the same way lo'ak was. he could not hold himself back from having you but he thought he was a sinner for the way he behaved. deep regret burned holes in his chest when your brother caught the two of you, he kept ruining you, taking away your purity.
neteyam is quick to bare you of your clothing, stripping you naked under the night sky. he moans, precum rolling down his cock.
you cover yourself under his gaze, hiding your parts.
"no, no, it's okay baby, let me see you," his voice gentle.
he kisses you all over, whispering words of affirmation in your ear, reminding you how beautiful you are.
neteyam is soft with every move, taking his time to explore each part of your body. he kisses every scar, licks every spot that has you shivering under him. he spreads your legs open for him, watching the droplets of your arousal trickle.
"you're dripping," he groans.
you watch him, nervous. neteyam's cock is rigid, hard and dripping with his precum. you're going to end up kill him. he brushes his nose down your frame, inhaling your sweet scent, paskalin. so addicting, he moans after each sharp inhale.
you giggle, holding his face between your hands.
"that tickles,"
he grins, flashing his canines.
he kisses your thighs, kissing the stretch marks that are etched into your skin. light moans escape you, neteyam stops his movements.
he looks at you, mind twisting with the thoughts he's tried to push away. he reminds himself of his morals but they do not stop the sinful thoughts.
corrupt you.
mould you.
mark you.
neteyam lets them consume him, closing his eyes. your doe eyes stare up at him, careful not to make a single sound.
"this will hurt y/n,"
"i want it to be painful," you confess.
neteyam's brow cocks, head lulling.
oh she wants me to fucking ruin her.
& so he does.
"open your mouth," he croaks.
you do as he says.
so obedient.
"stick your tongue out, yawne,"
your pink tongue is flat out for him, you watch with wide eyes as he gathers the spit in his mouth, swishing it before spitting it onto your tongue. you yelp.
"swallow it,"
your stomach churns with shame.
he laughs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"swallow it baby, c'mon, don't wanna' upset your olo'eyktan do you?"
you shake your head, no, swallowing it.
"show me,"
his spit is hot, thick as it travels down your throat. it doesn't make you react the way you thought you would, your stomach twists with pleasure.
sticking your tongue out to show him, he grins.
"get on all fours baby,"
the exposed position has you trembling with anticipation, his hot breath on your bare pussy.
he pulls your folds apart, watching the strings of arousal between them.
"your pussy is swollen, you been touchin' yourself?" he slurs.
you squeak a yes.
"nasty girl. your pussy's puffy baby, did you make yourself cum multiple times?," he coos.
you nod, burrowing your face into your arm.
"aw baby, don't be shy. 'm proud of you, did it feel good?"
"uhuh," you squeak.
he laughs against your pussy, burrowing his nose between your folds, letting your scent intoxicate him. you smell sweet, natural, clean. neteyam places a kiss on your folds, you jolt in shock. the pleasure is nerve wrecking.
neteyam analyses you, your two holes so tight. he gathers his saliva once more and spits it on your tighter hole, watching it clench beneath the trickling spit.
you moan as his spit sinks between your folds, your greedy hole sucking it in. neteyam's eyes roll back. your poor pussy is just so tight, he wants to ruin you but you'll bleed all over his thick cock.
you whimper, nails digging into the earthy ground below you. your hips move back, desperate for his touch.
"want me to touch you?," he coos.
"yes please,"
"so sweet, of course my yawne,"
he flattens his long tongue, pressing it against your clit. your hips shake, a long moan elicit from you. the taste of your juices have neteyam seeing stars, cock twitching with need.
his tongue curls between your folds, drinking your juices. each gulp has him thirsting for more, needing to quench his thirst.
he laps at your throbbing pussy, puffy from making yourself cum multiple times the night before. the sensitivity still there, you squeal. neteyam wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking at it fast and rough.
your front half falls flat to the floor, legs spreading further against the rough ground. you tremble, arching.
neteyam hums against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. it doesn't take long for you to feel the build up of pressure in your stomach.
"n-teyam!," you squeal.
he hums in response.
"i feel, feel like i'm- feel strange!," you squeak.
neteyam can't stop the grin, teeth grazing against your clit, sending you over the edge. neteyam shoves his finger in your clenching hole as you cum, screaming his name.
"feel okay?,"
"yeah," you pant.
"you just came, baby, well done," he praises.
"that felt so weird,"
"should've felt the same way you felt making yourself cum, paskalin,"
you huff air.
"it doesn't,"
"come yawne, i will show you how much better it will feel,"
he lifts you onto his lap, holding you close. neteyam sucks at your sensitive tits, moaning.
"these fat tits," he growls.
lying you flat, he lifts your legs over his waist.
"sevin (pretty), this will hurt,"
you nod, watching his brows knit.
rubbing his tip between your folds, neteyam looks down. his cock is dark blue, tip purple with shiny white precum rolling. thick veins wrap around the girthy length, throbbing.
neteyam helps you pass through the burning stretch, rubbing your clit to provide stimulation as you clench around his girth. he sits so heavy and full inside you, tip curled to sit against your sensitive spot.
he's instant, pistoling, his cock is thick, rearranging your guts.
thwap! thwap! thwap!
his hips bruise you, hand wrapped around your neck. the warmth of your pussy, squelching below him, has his eyes rolling back.
shlick! shlick! shlick!
your stomach bulges with each thrust, your head lulling to the side, eyes white.
"fuck, look at that, see my cock in your belly,"
he grabs your hand, pressing it against the bulge. his rigid cock is hard inside you.
"harder teyam!," you scream.
he grins, lifting your legs, pushing them to either side of your head. he pushes himself all the way in you, bottoming out. his weight is heavy against you, the position has your muscles aching but the pleasure has your nerves buzzing.
"feel's good tey," you moan.
"si nga my sevin muntxate (make you my pretty wife),"
"f'ck me tey please, need it so bad," you whine.
his toes curl at your words, every single hair on his body lifting.
"yeah, you want me to fuck you?,"
"yes please,"
"always so kind,"
his thrusts moves your entire body, your hands scratching him.
"feel's full,"
"yeah?,"
"uhuh, so big!," you squeal.
neteyam's balls tighten, the coil in his belly snapping. he fills you, shaking as he paints thick white ropes of his cum in your womb.
but neteyam doesn't stop, the swishing sound of his cum inside you has him fucking you deeper, slower.
every inch of you feels like it's on fire, head spinning from his attacks.
that same pleasure in your belly has you shaking, clutching onto him.
"gonna- gonna cum, please tey, please." you scream.
"shh, shh i got you,"
"fuck!,"
"clenchin' me so tight, gonna milk me yawne," he growls.
"feel's different teyam, pressure!," you scream.
"huh, gonna squirt on my cock tiyawan?"
you squirt all over him, shaking, eyes rolled to the back of your skull.
neteyam laughs in shock, your juices coat his abs, neteyam pulls out, lowering himself. he gulps down your juice, moaning after each gulp.
you two are in sync, cumming and moaning at the same time. pushing yourselves past your limit, shaking in overstimulation.
you both don't realise the sounds close by.
"you have got to be fucking kidding me!,"
ao'nung's shouting pulls you out of your brainless mind, the two of you turning to face him in horror.
Heyyy, you’ve been posting peak fics but i saw on ur master list theres no more passion fruit and i was lowk excited for it 😔
hey sis, thank u so much! 🫶🏼✨
IM SORRYYYYY, i will deffo write passion fruit in the future but with that one i need to lock in for a few days & i don't have the time atm 😫😞
trust me tho it will be released sooner or later! 🙈
so far the summary/warnings are still in the works:
neteyam x best friend!reader
best friends since childhood, the two of you have done everything together. but as the two of you mature, your family are no longer approving of your friendship. facing an arranged marriage to strengthen your family connections, neteyam loses his mind knowing he has lost you.
drowning in his own guilt, he decides to be selfish. only he can convince you to be so scandalous, but do you choose love or honour?
warnings!
mdni.
adultery/cheating, smut as per, uses of degrading language, cocky!neteyam, borderline toxic!neteyam, etc etc
once i get it all done, i'll make sure to tag ya 🫶🏼🫶🏼
I haven't watched bridgerton but after reading your works I think I might 😈. Also what if the bridgerton series, the fourth season one is for rotxo or tarsem? My underrated babies, I can't decideeee 😭😭😭😭
you have to watch it!!!!!! 🙈
it's so so gooddddd! once u start watching lmk fr 😫
also ooooo! love that idea lovely 🫶🏼 will deffo see, if not, i deffo have to write a fic in the future for the both of them 🤞🏼😩
🐝 book 2 of the bridgerton inspo story 🐝
🐝 that older sister 🐝
summary : neteyam & his family have returned to awa'atlu, residing. as the eldest daughter of tonowari & ronal you are expected to find a mate via your people. when the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, also ao'nung's best friend, reenters your life - you're thrown off course.
but when you are caught participating in such scandalous acts, will you mate with who you love?
warnings!
mdni, 18+ language, swearing/cussing, slight angst, mean neteyam, smut, sex in public, rough sex, creampie, neteyam's a munch, reader is not petite, corruption, reader is oblivious, reader's inexperienced, spitting, overstim just smut & fluff!
a/n 📝 : no spell or grammar checks soz, i love bridgerton istg who's excited for the 4th season!? ✨ (ps this is long asf)
you dreamed of love as something fascinating, hard to come by.
it is not mere the thought of our minds it is beyond our imagination, beyond the lessons we are taught as we grow.
but how were you meant to know love would face you from one of a different clan, different tradition. you were not expecting to be pulled from your family like this, residing in a mauri which was empty and cold with silence.
your people and family are important to you. awa'atlu is your home, your beginning and hopefully your end, you are one with the metkayina. awa'atlu is home to many, land of 1000 years old surround the people, there is lesson, teachings, guidance, through the waters.
but when you declined every sing lelefnelan (male) na'vi that stepped before you, there was no place for you to complain with where you are now. you brought this upon yourself. your sa'nok (mother) and sempu (father), the Great Olo'eyktan Tonowari te Tsika'u Arvak'itan & Tsahìk Ronal te Natsira Tan'ite, pushed you to bring life to the clan. have children, find your mate for life, perform tsaheylu before eywa.
blah blah blah.
marriage was exciting, finding that someone was exhilarating. but you did not expect it to come like this. losing your position as the next olo'eykte for love. maybe it was the thrill of looking rather than gaining.
you were not shown of what is to come, what may happen. you were not told of the addicting sensation that happens between your thighs. you were not prepared for the aspects of marriage.
disappointment is what filled your parents at first, heavy silence, lectures every time you breathed, what else were they expecting from you? you cannot force tsaheylu with a lelefnelan (male) you do not love, it is painful just the thought of it.
you are rebellious in your parents eyes, hard to tame, annoying once your mouth is open. don't point fingers! it is not your fault that you have a mind of your own and do not rely on a significant other to respond for you.
years of childish behaviour, roaming the waters freely, getting into fights that you would lose, eating at your hearts desire, not caring of your image.
it is only until recently you have become more...tamed.
you are the Metkayina's crowned pearl. a burdening title but one where those of the other clans make you the talk of the century. is it a flex? possibly. a title rewarded for your care of the people, modesty, looks & skills. you have to put on a character for the people, they cannot see who you truly are.
when the Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya had graced you with his presence it was almost as if you had returned to being a teenager. a sudden wash of deja vu filled you when laying eyes upon him, your soul had been this close to him before.
Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan, Olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya. when your family had first met them, they were all children, teens. the bond between you all formed naturally, from years of fighting beside one another.
but you were never close to neteyam, you were best friends with lo'ak. his younger brother, the Tulkun Makto. he is your sister's lover but also a younger brother beside ao'nung in your eyes.
neteyam was adamant on keeping you away from having fun, ruining every single ounce of excitement with his lectures. he behaved more like your father than ao'nung did. neteyam the party pooper. tuk created that name for him when he lined all of you up and told you off for trying to adventure to the sea dragon.
when neteyam had almost died before you, it was your name he called out. a friendship that suddenly became so fuelling, you thought of him as a soul mate.
but as time goes on, people change, feelings change too.
word had spread to the omatikaya that you were now accepting proposals, neteyam's family were ecstatic. but neteyam? it was an alarming feeling of betrayal that flowed through him. he didn't expect you to be so foolishly blind.
he had his eyes on you the moment he saw you but you did not entertain him, you did not look his way. you got closer with his brother instead. he tried every conversation with you but it did not last. until you fought side by side, protecting one another. you were locked in with him.
the day neteyam had arrived, you were not expecting anything from it. but what you didn't seem to remind yourself is that he is a man and you are a woman.
you could not sense of what was to come.
"tsmuke (sister)!"
ao'nung's voice pulls you from your thoughts.
"yes bro,"
"the na'ring (forest) na'vi have returned!,"
surprise slaps you round the face.
"the sullys have returned?"
"yes! are you coming to see them?"
your heart drops to your stomach, stepping outside your mauri pod with speed.
"let's go!,"
the two of you dive, darting through the water to the shores of awa'atlu.
the people are celebrating, welcoming the dark skinned na'vi before you. their tails are still as small. but their frames, they are taller, wider, larger. seeing them from behind, you could easily recognise who was who from their frames.
the backs of the two siblings, are defined. curved with muscles, taller in size, larger in frame. they had grown.
ao'nung rushes over to greet them but you don't follow so quickly, you stand back, watching.
"my friend."
ao'nung embraces neteyam, warmly.
"brother, it is good to see you." neteyam's voice is deeper.
his accent is thicker, heavy with every word. his voice is louder, every word so easily heard even if he were to whisper. just his voice screams olo'eyktan.
ao'nung and tsireya greet the sullys with love, your mother & father are quick to do the same. but you do not move any closer, you can only look.
her presence is clear. she is far but i can feel her, she is watching us. neteyam thinks to himself, a smirk lingering on his lips. he can sense you even from a mile away, he can smell your scent of...lilies, paskalin (sweet berry). neteyam's heart thuds against his chest, excitement.
"daughter, come forth," your father's booming voice, calls for you.
each step is gentle, standing beside your father. you lift your gaze, slowly, the sully's stand before you with shock.
neteyam couldn't stop the spark that travels down to his cock from seeing you. you have grown into a woman hand crafted by eywa herself, born again. you do not wear the same figure as before, you are rounder. so full in every corner he looks to, your thighs are thicker, stomach blessed with a pudge. your chest is swell, the roundness of your breasts elevated by the thin material you adorn.
stretch marks are luminous on your skin, travelling up your knees, muscled biceps, corners of your stomach. you hide them with tattoos that lie on your wide hips. tenderly built, full in a way that marked warmth. your face still adorned the full cheeks that are painted with the same pink hue.
you were everything neteyam did not expect and it only fuelled a feeling in him that lied dormant since he left awa'atlu. since he left your side. you had ignited the fire in him, desire.
it is tuktirey's voice that brings you back to reality, her squeal of your name has you walking over to her. you greet every sully with a tight hug, even their father, before you stand just breaths before neteyam.
he is no longer the boy that you would tease on purpose, the boy that would ruin all your fun. he is not the party pooper you remember.
you sigh as you think back to the day you had first met him after many years. neteyam wore scars as if they were the same blessed tattoos you have, he stands much taller, he looms. his face is chiseled, lips full. braids hang just past his shoulders, the same beads and feather behind his ear. he was so built. defined muscles, torso lined with abs, drool fills your mouth.
it was a fleeting feeling at first, the initial meeting was shy. your eyes did not meet but you shook each other's hands with blushes coating each other. a skip of a heart beat you did not register hitched your breath.
since that day, meeting the Olo'eyktan had become painful. he spoke very few words but let his eyes continue the rest of a conversation. he walked through the villages with his shoulders rolled back, hands behind his back. he still stood two steps behind his father, he was the Olo'eyktan and did not force his image.
interactions came more often, you could not escape the man no matter what corner you turned.
"do you not enjoy the celebrations with your people?," he asks you, lowering himself.
you look up at him through your lashes, a small smile on your lips as you take a bite of the fresh meat caught from the hunt.
"does it seem this way, olo'eyktan?"
he laughs to himself, you do not say his name out of respect, more out of mockery.
"it does."
his blunt reply has you silent.
"I hear you are planning on mating," he asks.
"yes...I am."
"I see,"
"do you have a partner, olo'eyktan?"
his silence has you questioning yourself.
"I do not."
"oh,"
"it's out of choice rather than...not being accepted,"
"I did not ask," you smirk.
he grins, shaking his head.
"still the same it seems,"
"of course,"
he hums, standing beside you in silence. the two of you do not utter another word that night, enjoying the quiet presence between one another.
at other times, neteyam would purposefully step in the way.
"you still have gift i made you,"
lo'ak smiles.
"of course I do sis, why would I get rid of it?,"
you grin, hugging him tightly.
"I'm happy to see you again bro,"
"me too, it's been a long time."
"it has, I'm sure things are better though, right?"
"yeah, we're just rebuilding ourselves at the moment,"
"that's good to hear, will you guys be staying for long?"
"depends on dad and neteyam,"
"I see,"
he nods, grabbing your hand.
"your sister missed you every time she left," he says.
"I'm glad she was with you,"
"me too, we wish you were with us,"
"I'm sure I will visit the forest soon, your father has ordered me to come soon,"
he laughs.
"yeah, dad talks about you all the time,"
"he does?" surprise filling you.
before lo'ak can speak any further, neteyam's eyes are dark as they scan your figure.
"bro," lo'ak greets.
"baby bro,"
lo'ak looks down at your joined hands, his brother's eyes hot on them. he lets go fast, patting your shoulder, gulping.
lo'ak knows his elder brother has always had his eyes on you, he knows how much he tried but failed. you were too close to lo'ak, you did not recognise the elder brother who also wanted to be close with you.
"bro,"
"yeah?" neteyam responds.
"you still got feelings for y/n?"
neteyam spits out the food he was eating, lo'ak gags.
"what's wrong with you?" neteyam muffles with a mouthful.
"first of all, that's disgusting. and just the mention of her name has you fumblin', mighty warrior," he mocks.
neteyam rolls his eyes, cleaning himself up.
"when did I ever have feelings for her?" he spits.
"c'mon bro, you weren't fooling anyone even if you didn't, you wanted to get close to her."
"bro..." neteyam sighs.
"she's kinda...she can't tell left from right, if you don't remember,"
"yeah, i know," neteyam groans.
"you had time though bro, you could've told her."
"wasn't the right time baby bro,"
lo'ak nods, rubbing his brothers back.
"she's gonna get wifed then knocked up bro, you better get a move on," he laughs.
neteyam scowls.
"shut your skxawng ass up lo'ak."
every single interaction had a space for neteyam to butt into. he did not let you have any sort of conversation without being there or eavesdropping behind you.
it wasn't attractive, it was jarring. it only spurred your annoyance towards him.
"are the standards that low y/n?," neteyam spits.
"excuse me?"
"you seem to be offering every man a chance,"
"does it seem that way? why does it concern you?" you grit.
"you must be weak minded."
anger burns through your skin.
"do not jest with me, neteyam."
"does it look like i'm making jokes?" his brow cocks.
you scoff.
"right and you clearly don't have any standards since you have no partner,"
he growls.
"don't try it with me y/n, I am just telling you. you have better choices of men, do not allow all of them such closeness with you, just for you to reject them." he shakes his head, sighing.
"and what are you going to do? help me find a mate?"
neteyam gulps, tilting his head.
"yes," he breathes out.
shock short circuits your mind.
"y-you what?"
"I will help you,"
if only you could run back and tell yourself to not fall into this trap, setting yourself up with your stupidity. neteyam announced courting you loud and clear, a promise made between you two.
"you will court me,"
neteyam's head almost snaps.
"what?"
"if you want to help me, you can't just walk around by my side. you must court me,"
"y/n."
"what? you have nothing to lose, don't stress it olo'eyktan. once we find the right one, we can go our separate ways."
you must have lost cells from every fight you lost in your time, because your stupidity angered neteyam. he could not believe the shit that was coming out of your mouth and neither can you, now that you look back at it.
now here you are, stuck in a space of hell. punished with the olo'eyktan next to you at every second. and each time you are near he puts this feeling in you, this thought, the world is slower at every step he takes.
his aura is threatening, his eyes are dangerous and that mouth. every single bit about him has your head spinning, your chest heavy with pressure when he is near.
what was meant to be joint partnership in succeeding you with a partner has turned into something that neither of you were expecting.
"neteyam, this is absurd!," you giggle.
"a man only has to take one look at you and he will claim you as his y/n,"
you roll your eyes, pressing your fingers, gently, into his arm.
a shiver is sent up his spine, your faint touch has his skin burning.
"you do not see how they look at you?"
you cock your hip, turning to face him.
"I do not."
"each time I speak to you i think you will remain oblivious forever,"
"hey! don't be mean,"
he shakes his head, crossing his arms over his chest.
"i mean it, you're naive,"
"neteyam, i have simple conversation with simple men,"
"and, you fail to find the conversations interesting, your people here are not simple, they are anything but that."
you match his stance, crossing your arms over your chest.
you don't realise what mirroring him has done to you, your breasts lift; threatening to spill. neteyam's eyes can't help but flicker down at them. he smiles to himself. you can't help yourself even if you tried.
"how is them trying to sell themselves to me interesting? you should listen to the things they say!,"
neteyam only kisses his teeth in response.
so oblivious, you do not realise the cart of fruit that is about to hit you. neteyam pulls you in by your wrist, hand heavy on your waist as he moves you before him.
as if you have been winded, you gasp. heart racing at the sudden manhandling. no man has tried to carry you, you thought it was because you're too heavy. but he has lifted you with ease. no strain.
"careful," he whispers.
not realising how close he is to you, neteyam scans you face. the shock has drained colour from your face. he holds you tighter, rubbing soothing circles into your waist.
your eyes are wide, your lips parted.
"are you okay?,"
he lowers his head, moving it to each side of your face and body, analysing for a wound.
"i-i'm...i am not hurt," you whisper.
his hands are rough, calloused. heavy but warm. his hold on you has your skin prickling. licking your dry lips, you lull your head back.
"you are not hurt,"
"i am not." you breathlessly reply.
warmth pools in your belly, a tingle underneath your tweng (loincloth) has you squeezing your thighs together.
it doesn't go unnoticed by neteyam. his brows furrow, eyes flicking from your lips to both of your eyes. your breasts are pushed together, elevating the breaths you are struggling to take.
neteyam sniffs the air, paskalin. so close and intoxicating. the smell of your arousal has his ears flicking, tail curled higher. he smirks, letting his hand rub lower across your back. watching how you shiver below him.
you bite your lower lip, gulping. his warmth has you alarmed. pushing him off in an instant.
struggling to catch your breath, you turn on your heel.
"we will see each other later,"
he does not respond, inhaling your lingering scent on his hands.
you're aroused and you don't even know it.
neteyam is meant to feel ashamed, you're pure, untouched. & he's putting his hands all over you, ruining your modesty. it doesn't push him away from you, it brings him closer. when neteyam wants something, he will do anything to gain it. neteyam is a tsamsiyu (warrior) and he has the skills to achieve anything. even if it meant you.
but his mind isn't set on having you, no. it's to make you desperate for him, no man being able to provide the same presence. he came to awa'atlu to congratulate you, support you but now that he's seen how much you've changed? yeah, no. it was the stupid conversations you have with these men that are only after one thing, he doesn't want that to happen to you! neteyam's just looking out for you.
moulding you. he doesn't deserve you, he knows he'd be torturing you if he had you as his. you would not live the life you live now.
since the day neteyam had his hands on you, you crave for it more. wanting to feel his hands on you just a little longer, the feeling in your belly does not return until he is with you. the feeling between your thighs only happens when you're with him, you want it again.
and you got it alright, any excuse, any small excuse, neteyam had his hands on you.
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"let us go this way y/n,"
his hand on the small of your back, remaining there as he pulled you, gently, to a different path. that same feeling returns.
"mind your step,"
his large hand holds yours, the roughness rubbing your hand in a soothing way.
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"oh, your hair,"
"huh?"
he moves your hair behind your ear, tucking it, gently. butterflies fill your stomach.
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"here,"
"thank you," you whisper.
he hands you a plate of food, filled largely. a smile coats your face.
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"y/n,"
his breath is hot on the back of your neck, breath hitching, you turn to face him.
"yes?" you shakily respond.
he doesn't say a word, invading your personal space with his looming figure.
"I brought you a gift,"
"you did?," grinning.
"close your eyes,"
"we're not children neteyam,"
"just do it,"
closing your eyes, you place your hands up in the air. your cheeks ache from your hard grin, but when something cold is placed in your hands, you can't help but hum.
"what is it?"
"open your eyes,"
in your hands is your songcord, attached with new beads.
"what's this?"
"one for looking for proposals, one for our return to awa'atlu & the last one is for our new found friendship," his voice is soft.
warmth coats your entire body, you squeal as you pull him into a hug. knocking the wind out of his chest, neteyam lowers himself, steading you with his hands on your waist.
both of you laugh together, holding one another. but you don't realise, the beads are the same colours as the ones in neteyam's hair.
he has completely invaded your space, mind and soul. whatever man you talk to does not stimulate you the way neteyam does. no one interests you as much, no one has you second looking. it's painful, a waste of time. having to participate in pointless conversation that are not leading anywhere.
so you have begun flat out declining.
you do not want your time taken away from neteyam, no other man should waste hours of your days when you could be communicating with the man who knows just what you dislike and like, how to get a reaction out of you & what the right words are to ease your mind.
the grass isn't always greener.
he sits before you, eating fresh meat and sticky fruits. even when he is sat next to you, his frame is still taller. there is no denying the difference in your size next to the olo'eyktan.
"are you even listening to what I'm saying?," you shout.
"I am, I'm multi tasking,"
"what eating and not replying?"
"no...eating & listening."
rolling your eyes, you cross your arms, watching him.
the juice of a fruit rolls down his index and middle fingers, coating them. he tuts before...you're set on fire. you're burning before the man. your heart thuds in your ears, your throat dry.
neteyam's long tongue wraps around either of his fingers, lapping up the juices that trickle down before shoving both the finger in his mouth.
his long lashes flutter before he makes his eyes to yours, he's got you right where he wants you. you're dazed, starry eyed. watching him as every fibre in your body sets alight. your doe eyes stare at him, chest rising with each breath you take.
neteyam's eyes watch for any slight change in your expression, tracking even the smallest flicker. pleased focus. your eyes move to his, glossy.
bright to dark, desire coating his eyes. his pupils dilated, he lets go his fingers with a pop.
your flustered face is bright pink, glowing.
"you okay?," he smugly asks.
that same smell, sweet. your arousal shifts the air you breath, intoxicating his brain.
"y-yeah," you hiccup.
you stand with urgency, shaking.
"i don't feel well, i will see you another time,"
"you don't feel well or you're aroused?"
his question forces your eyes on his.
"w-what?"
"your chest rises faster, your heartbeat is loud, your lips are wet and your pupils are dilated. it is not an illness, you are aroused y/n,"
"w-what? n-no, stop I have to go."
he pulls you onto his lap by his wrist, a gasp turning into a quiet moan.
"neteyem! s-someone will catch us, let go of me!,"
but you do not fight to be freed, your relax further into his hold. he chuckles at your words, chest vibrating against your back.
"do you feel it between your thighs?," he whispers against your ear.
you shiver, hands gripping onto his thick forearms.
you purse your lips, closing your eyes, focusing on trying to stay silent.
your ass is right on his cock, so soft and full.
"tell me,"
his breath travels down your neck.
you nod, slow.
"do you understand what that feeling is?"
you shake your head no.
"it is arousal. does it feel wet and sticky?," he snarls.
you nod.
he groans, cock twitching, he can't stop his hips from rolling just gently.
"fuck," he groans.
you moan against him, his voice sends flushes to your stomach, goosebumps forming all over your light blue skin.
"have you ever touched yourself y/n?,"
confusion causes you to open your eyes.
"what? where?"
neteyam's eyes widen in shock.
"you've never touched yourself?"
"where? you've asked me this twice."
"you've never-"
his fingers slide across your body, pushing your thighs apart. you gulp in anticipation, letting out a shaky exhale. his fingers lightly tap you clothed clit, your back arches. a loud moan leaves your lips, the sensation makes your thighs tremble.
"touched your pussy?"
"n-no.."
"oh y/n."
you whine as his hand moves away. he coos, lifting you to face him, off of him. his strength warms your chest, the strange feeling of being able to be lifted by a man has you light headed.
"neteyam," you whimper.
he tuts.
"go home y/n and when you are alone, when it is quiet and dark outside. let your hands travel down your body, let your fingers touch your pussy, rub it, press down each time you touch your sensitive spot, explore yourself."
the voices of other have you running away, not listening to his call of your name. shock runs your body cold.
she'll do what i've asked her to do. neteyam whispers to himself, rubbing his thumb across his lips.
ding ding ding, he was right.
it is quiet in your mauri pod, silence filling the empty space. the moon is bright tonight, casting shadows within your home. you rid of your cover, closing your eyes.
neteyam fills your mind.
his body,
your hand travels lower.
his muscles,
your hand lets your breasts free, the cold air hardening your nipples. you hiss.
his golden eyes,
you rub your fingers across your nipple, arching into your touch. the sensitive buds sending sparks down you.
the way he held you in his arms,
your fingers travel to your tweng.
his larger frame caging yours,
moving your tweng to the side, you spread your legs wide.
the way he sucked his fingers,
your fingers push against your clit, yelping at the pleasure that bursts through you. you pant, stopping yourself. the feeling is so strange, so different. it has your insides buzzing, warm.
his fingers on your pussy,
rubbing your fingers against your pussy, your moan echoes through the darkness. the touch is exhilarating.
you keep rubbing, circling your clit, gathering the wetness of your pussy and spreading it over and through your folds. the faster you move, the intensity builds. the knot of pleasure inside you threatens to burst -
"neteyam," you moan.
the feeling washes over you, creaming as you shake. your eyes roll to the back of your head. this is addicting & all you've had is a taste of it.
neteyam could tell very well that you had touched yourself. your skin painted pink, cheeks rosy, chest rising each time he was no wear. no need to be so modest y/n.
you were so obedient already. he wanted to corrupt you with things you have never been taught, he wanted to show you what you have been missing out on.
but neteyam was a shy man when it came to his emotions, he's never had the space to talk about how he feels. there was never a need at times.
you began to fill his mind more than you already did. it was not poison, he began to hate himself. hate the thoughts that filled him. his morals did not align with what he was hungry for.
it did not stop, you did not stop infiltrating his mind. his dreams, his thoughts. he'd wake up and see you, go to sleep and see you, during the day you be there before him.
but his morals. you were a pearl, a beautiful woman that deserved to stay pure forever. well that was what he kept telling himself, internal conflict. he was debating with himself each day.
he told himself to look away when you were near, think of anything else but his thoughts did not cooperate, rotating images of you with a stubborn thirst that could not be quenched.
it unsettled him, uncomfortable. he has never obsessed over something before. he has not had time to find love and be selfish, his family is his first priority. & now that he is olo'eyktan, he knows he must focus on his duties.
the argument that ran through him was trapped behind his ribs, surrounded his heart and dug into his blood flow. arteries tightened, his breathing short. but nothing could stop his mind from leaning towards you.
"his silence is frustrating," you mutter, picking at the fruit in your hands.
"what is wrong sister?," tsireya holds your hands, sitting before you with worrisome eyes.
you chew your lip, shaking your head.
"it's nothing," you sigh.
"we haven't been close recently, I've missed you," she huffs.
"I've missed you too,"
"have sempu (father) & sa'nok (mother) said anything about neteyam courting you?," she asks.
"they still don't talk to me tsireya," you sigh.
"I know...I know, I thought they would have said something to you at least,"
"well, they haven't,"
"I'm sure they will speak to you eventually,"
"you have been saying this for years now, there is no point sister. I am not fussed,"
"then what is bothering you?,"
you hesitate, the sound of footsteps stopping you from speaking.
"tsmuke? (sister)," ao'nung calls out.
"come in,"
he smiles when he sees both of his sisters together, making his way to sit beside you both. the sun is shining down into your mauri, the sounds of waves providing music.
"sister," he greets.
"you okay ao?," you rub his shoulder.
"it seems I've interrupted something serious,"
"do not worry brother," you smile, weakly.
"you've clearly got something on your mind y/n," he wraps his arm over your shoulders.
"your best friend, his silence is frustrating,"
"what has he done?," ao'nung purses his lips.
both your siblings look at you with wide eyes, listening.
"he has not spoken to me in days,"
"did something happen between you two?,' tsireya asks.
you think back to how warm his hands were on your skin, his breath causing you to shiver - the scent of mint leaves. his braids brushing over your shoulders, a comforting itch.
you don't realise the colour forming on your cheeks, your brother pulls a face of disgust.
"please do not tell me it was something disgusting, I do not wish to think of my tsawl tsmuke (big sister) in such ways." he shivers, pretending to gag.
you slap his chest playfully, grinning.
"do not think of me as such baby bro, nothing has happened. he has not spoken to me, he stands beside me in silence but at distance or he avoids me whilst we stand in the same room,"
ao'nung scowls.
"he is a sxawng," he mutters under his breath.
"do not be annoyed ao'nung," tsireya hums.
"I can't tell anymore, I do not know what courting even means, how am I meant to feel? am I meant to feel a certain way or did I miss the memo?," you grunt.
ao'nung grins.
"are you asking us how can you tell if you like neteyam?,"
embarrassment shines in your eyes, you look away, a shy smile on your lips.
"when you like someone, you should feel butterflies in your stomach when they are near, your chest will feel tight," tsireya smiles.
"your knees will feel weak, head light headed. & once you feel those things, they will consume every part of you, you cannot rid them even if you tried," ao'nung gazes into the distance, reflecting.
their words have you second guessing yourself, doubting the words you said to neteyam. you made a promise between each other, help you find a partner & then be off on your own ways. but now...you have come to realise, it won't be as easy as you think.
this was never meant to happen.
you were never meant to feel this type of way.
you gasp in shock, cold fingers pressing against your warm lips.
you have feelings for Neteyam te Suli Tsyeyk’itan.
neteyam could not have guessed he would fall this hard for you, he thought he could stop himself. but that side of him, one that wants to see you on your knees in front of him.
"bro, stop pacing!," lo'ak shouts in annoyance.
"sorry baby brother,"
"you're putting me on edge, what is wrong?"
neteyam sighs, crouching down.
"it's her isn't it?," lo'ak turns to face his brother.
neteyam only groans in response, rubbing his hand down his face.
"why did you put yourself in this situation, your feelings are too strong for her, aren't they bro?,"
neteyam nods, slow.
"I thought helping her would be the right thing, I did not realise this would happen,"
"then you're foolish, you can't believe that you weren't gonna' fall for her when you had some sort of feelings for her years ago bro,"
lo'ak's truth makes neteyam's skin crawl. he knows his brother is right, he should have never put himself in the middle of this shit. he should have just wished you well and stood beside his parents. but you're so interesting, everything about you is hypnotic.
"don't fuck this up bro,"
night has fallen, the people are singing and dancing with the tlalim clan (wind traders). they have taken rest in metkayina, trading and sharing stories with our people before they continue on their journey. the olo'eyktan's of the tlalim are good friends with your father, it is always a blessing from eywa when they are within your presence.
neteyam has not spoken to you although you stand close, the two of you are silent. neither of you make the first word, both equally as shy. you want him to say anything but you do not want to face your feelings for him.
it is when neteyam sees you talking with a tsamsiyu (warrior) of your clan that has him pulling you by your wrist, away from the people.
"neteyam! what's your issue!?" you scowl.
"stop pulling me!,"
your protests fall deaf on his ears.
"stop it!, let me go!,"
his blood is boiling, eyes seeing red, head pounding against his skull. he watched your entire interaction with the male.
your shy smile,
the giggle that escapes your lips,
your doe eyes as you look up at him whilst he speaks,
the way you tucked your hair behind your ear,
the tsamsiyu purposefully flexing his arms in your face,
his eyes that wandered all over you,
his loud cackle at clearly something humorous you had said.
neteyam is seething with jealousy, he could not watch you any longer.
your gentle strides across the people,
your long lashes fluttering as you greeted the people,
the flow of your hair brushing against men that gawked at you,
the people did not care, they clearly did not respect the fact he was courting you.
it was not apparent enough that you were being courted by an olo'eyktan.
his jaw almost snaps from hard he is clenching, he suddenly halts in his steps, letting go of your wrist.
"neteyam? hello? why aren't you saying anything?,"
he turns to face you.
his face is stuck in a expression of annoyance, anger.
he lifts you, fingers pressing down painfully on your skin.
"ow!, neteyam! let go of me!," you scream.
he throws you over his shoulder, landing a harsh spank on your behind. you yelp, kicking the air.
"put me down!,"
"neteyam, you prick!, let go of me!,"
"put me down!,"
neteyam, turn his head, your behind is right against his face. your tweng lifted, the outline of your folds has him inhaling against you.
you gasp, stopping your kicks.
"neteyam?"
he growls, leaving a bruising slap against your cheek, watching it jiggle.
"what is your issue?,"
"stop screaming." he states.
his voice is low and firm.
he places you down, standing in the maze of trees. he paces before you, hands pressed against each other, against his lips.
"neteyam?," you whisper.
his rage is evident, the twitch in his ears is harsh, tail whipping against the ground.
metkayina's pearl. who would've known she would rile up the olo'eyktan of the omatikaya this much.
"do not entertain that tsamsiyu (warrior),"
"what?"
"you are speaking to men of the wrong morals y/n,"
"and you think that dragging me, throwing me over your shoulder is the right thing?"
he shakes his head.
"do you enjoy gaining the attention of others? do you like it when even the men who only want one thing from you approach you?,"
his questions have you breathing sharply.
"do not question what I do after you do not speak to me the way the do, you have no right to be mad,"
"I am not mad,"
"you are fuming neteyam, it is evident." you roll your eyes.
"did you just roll your eyes at me?,"
for some reason, guilt heats your body. it as if you wear the shame when your father catches you doing something you should not be doing.
"yes," you whisper.
his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, jaw clenched. his eagle like eyes bore into you. shaking his head.
the battle in his head is loud. the scent of you so close to his face has him drunk.
"y/n,"
"neteyam,"
seconds pass in silence, eyes trained onto one another.
he takes one step forward,
you do not hold yourself back.
neteyam lifts you as you clash into him, wrapping your legs arounds his waist. he smashes his lips against yours, teeth biting at each other's lips. you moan in his hold, struggling to breathe as he attacks you with his mouth.
it is desperation, the days of frustration pooling from each kiss. his lips are plump, wetness shared. you swallow his saliva that is passed from his tongue, the taste has you in a frenzy. you want more.
the kisses are sharp and unyielding, fighting for dominance via your tongues. it is a challenge that you accept, teeth grazing, breath stolen the pressure had was intense - making your pulse jump.
your moans mixed together, he pulled back. his eyes held a warning in them, a question.
if we continue this, there is no going back.
you answer him with a peck on his lips.
there is no going back.
he grins against your lips, holding you tighter. the kisses are promises, wanting to show you far he was willing to go.
he wastes no time, putting you down. he attacks your neck, biting down as he pulls your breast free. squeezing the fullness, rubbing the sensitive bud. his rough hands against your soft skin, driving you insane.
his fingers reach into your tweng, your wetness welcomes him in. neteyam groans against your lips, puffing air.
"fuck, you're soaking."
you moan in response, digging your nails into his skin. he rubs, the feeling so different to your fingers. his touch warms your skin, warmth pooling low in your belly.
you feel alive, seen, touched in every crevice of your body.
"neteyam," you whimper.
"you feel so good ma'"
you grin, shy. the moon light shines against both your glowing skin, the contrast in shades, calm intertwining with depth.
"what the fuck!?,"
both your faces drop in horror, looking over, your brother stands, shaking. his fists curled, eyes dangerous. if smoke was visible from him it would be coming out of his ears.
neteyam lets go of you, ao'nung runs at him, growling.
"what the fuck are you doing!?," ao'nung roars.
he lands a blow on neteyam, he does not fight back.
"AO'NUNG!," you scream.
he ignores you, dropping neteyam to the ground. he jumps on top of him, throwing rough punches at the olo'eyktan below him.
"AO'NUNG!,"
your fathers booming voice has you dropping to your knees, ao'nung stopping his blows.
the ground shakes underneath your fathers steps, pulling his son off neteyam.
ao'nung entire body shakes, hands spasming. your father does not punish his son, he pulls him away, watching his vibrating figure.
"olo'eyktan," your father helps neteyam up.
"son!,"
neteyam's dad runs over, holding his son to the side.
you pick your nails, tsireya brushes her fingers through your hair. you wait outside the olo'eyktan's mauri pod, neteyam, ao, toruk makto and your father are inside.
you sit with your sister, mother, lo'ak and the rest of the sullys. anxiety runs your skin cold, knee bobbing up and down at pace.
"what happened?," tsireya whispers.
you shake your head, eyes glossy with tears.
your mother argues with neteyam's mother, hissing.
"your son has clearly done something!" your mother spits.
"do not accuse my son of anything!," neytiri hisses.
you head snaps up as they all come out from inside. looking directly at neteyam, he hangs his head low. you try to hold down the tears that escape you.
"you two will wed," tonowari states.
pin drop silence.
"i do not know of the argument between yourself and neteyam, daughter. but ao'nung has said it was a lovers quarrel, to ease the tension. I have agreed, with the blessing of eywa, you will mate before the Great Mother,"
you stand in shock, your father bears a soft smile. for once he looks at your with kindness in his eyes, he does not wear the stoic expression.
you cross over to ao'nung, the anger still washes off him but instead, he also wears a smile.
every single male before you is smiling except neteyam. he stands with his shoulders dropped, a grin creeping.
"we welcome you to our family, y/n te Tsika'u Ronal'ite,"
the sully's celebrate, hugging the both of you. your sister's soft cries have you clutching onto her. lo'ak pulls you into a tight hug, whispering words of reassurance in your ear.
"big sis," he grins, teasing.
your mother presses a kiss against your head as she holds you close, uncontrollable sobs leave you. her touch has been distant for years, she has not held you.
your sat with your brother and neteyam, both of you waiting for him to speak.
"there was no point of me telling father what I had seen,"
"ao, i'm so sorry,"
"don't apologise when it isn't your fault sister, clearly my friend here could not control his urges,"
neteyam sighs.
"neteyam had already asked to marry you weeks ago sister,"
you still.
"w-what?," you stutter.
"it seems he did not tell you,"
neteyam kneels before tonowari, ao'nung stood to the side with lo'ak.
"you wish to marry my daughter?,"
"yes,"
"nga new tsonta muntxa si? (you want to mate?)"
"yes,"
"hm..."
neteyam gulps.
"stand up, you are the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya."
neteyam stands, crossing his arms behind him. his heartbeat is loud in his ears, worry nipping at him.
"nga lu am'ake nga tsun ease 'ite tirengop (you be sure you are able to ease my daughter's life)?,"
"oe lu am'ake (i am sure),"
"you are the son of Toruk Makto, the olo'eyktan of the Omatikaya, you are one with the forest. my 'ite (daughter) is the pearl of my people, she is of water. she will struggle with your traditions..."
tonowari cannot stop the thoughts of his daughter struggling fill his mind.
"I will care for her greatly, po lu my ya (she be my air),"
lo'ak's lips are swollen as he bites them, eyes flicking from tonowari to his brother. their father enters the room, seating himself as he watches his son.
"my 'ite (daughter) is complex, she is...mighty with her emotions, one of the figures for the people,"
"she is my complexity, she will be mighty with my people,"
"tell me, olo'eyktan. do you plan on making her Tsahìk?"
neteyam nods, shoulders easing with the change in tonowari's words.
"she will naturally enter that position,"
"hm...and does she know of your interest?,"
neteyam gulps down the ache in his throat.
"it has been difficult,"
"you are courting her,"
"I am, it has been very real for me. but to your daughter, she is...this arrangement. we have not shared our feelings," neteyam struggles.
"I see,"
"I am coming to you before the time comes again in the future, my intention is clear sir,"
tonowari grins, nodding his head.
"then so it be, eywa tìng syawn nga mune (eywa bless you two), i trust you will help my daughter express herself, bring the truth to her soon, son. this will be difficult, she is a strong character."
fat tears roll down your face, hot. your cheeks are burning, bottom lip quivering.
acceptance is what makes your chest swell, being chosen. no man has done this, said this, gone to your father to ask for you. no man has been comitted to keeping you around once they actually get to know you. they do not see you for who you are, declining every single man because they do not give you the feeling you've been looking for.
the feeling that neteyam has given you, shown you.
neteyam already chose you from the moment he seperated from you, he did not regret going to your father the moment he agreed to court you. he was anxious, split into two. his urges, he did not want to be the same as all the men that surround you.
"you are a lucky man my friend," ao'nung smiles.
neteyam cannot stop himself from placing his hand over yours. wiping your tears away.
"i am," neteyam whispers.
"ao," you sob.
"do not cry sister, you will make me emotional,"
you wrap your arms around ao'nung, his hands shake as he returns the hug.
"i will leave you two, i hope i never see you two like that again, i feel nauseous."
you press a chaste kiss against your brother's cheek, watching his shy face glow.
you and neteyam kneel before each other, finally alone.
"you did not tell me this was your plan,"
"i wanted you to recognise me yourself,"
you smile, holding his large hand in yours.
"I see you, neteyam."
neteyam's eyes widen, watching you.
all he's ever wanted was for you to see him, since the teenage years he wanted to be close to you the same way lo'ak was. he could not hold himself back from having you but he thought he was a sinner for the way he behaved. deep regret burned holes in his chest when your brother caught the two of you, he kept ruining you, taking away your purity.
neteyam is quick to bare you of your clothing, stripping you naked under the night sky. he moans, precum rolling down his cock.
you cover yourself under his gaze, hiding your parts.
"no, no, it's okay baby, let me see you," his voice gentle.
he kisses you all over, whispering words of affirmation in your ear, reminding you how beautiful you are.
neteyam is soft with every move, taking his time to explore each part of your body. he kisses every scar, licks every spot that has you shivering under him. he spreads your legs open for him, watching the droplets of your arousal trickle.
"you're dripping," he groans.
you watch him, nervous. neteyam's cock is rigid, hard and dripping with his precum. you're going to end up kill him. he brushes his nose down your frame, inhaling your sweet scent, paskalin. so addicting, he moans after each sharp inhale.
you giggle, holding his face between your hands.
"that tickles,"
he grins, flashing his canines.
he kisses your thighs, kissing the stretch marks that are etched into your skin. light moans escape you, neteyam stops his movements.
he looks at you, mind twisting with the thoughts he's tried to push away. he reminds himself of his morals but they do not stop the sinful thoughts.
corrupt you.
mould you.
mark you.
neteyam lets them consume him, closing his eyes. your doe eyes stare up at him, careful not to make a single sound.
"this will hurt y/n,"
"i want it to be painful," you confess.
neteyam's brow cocks, head lulling.
oh she wants me to fucking ruin her.
& so he does.
"open your mouth," he croaks.
you do as he says.
so obedient.
"stick your tongue out, yawne,"
your pink tongue is flat out for him, you watch with wide eyes as he gathers the spit in his mouth, swishing it before spitting it onto your tongue. you yelp.
"swallow it,"
your stomach churns with shame.
he laughs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth.
"swallow it baby, c'mon, don't wanna' upset your olo'eyktan do you?"
you shake your head, no, swallowing it.
"show me,"
his spit is hot, thick as it travels down your throat. it doesn't make you react the way you thought you would, your stomach twists with pleasure.
sticking your tongue out to show him, he grins.
"get on all fours baby,"
the exposed position has you trembling with anticipation, his hot breath on your bare pussy.
he pulls your folds apart, watching the strings of arousal between them.
"your pussy is swollen, you been touchin' yourself?" he slurs.
you squeak a yes.
"nasty girl. your pussy's puffy baby, did you make yourself cum multiple times?," he coos.
you nod, burrowing your face into your arm.
"aw baby, don't be shy. 'm proud of you, did it feel good?"
"uhuh," you squeak.
he laughs against your pussy, burrowing his nose between your folds, letting your scent intoxicate him. you smell sweet, natural, clean. neteyam places a kiss on your folds, you jolt in shock. the pleasure is nerve wrecking.
neteyam analyses you, your two holes so tight. he gathers his saliva once more and spits it on your tighter hole, watching it clench beneath the trickling spit.
you moan as his spit sinks between your folds, your greedy hole sucking it in. neteyam's eyes roll back. your poor pussy is just so tight, he wants to ruin you but you'll bleed all over his thick cock.
you whimper, nails digging into the earthy ground below you. your hips move back, desperate for his touch.
"want me to touch you?," he coos.
"yes please,"
"so sweet, of course my yawne,"
he flattens his long tongue, pressing it against your clit. your hips shake, a long moan elicit from you. the taste of your juices have neteyam seeing stars, cock twitching with need.
his tongue curls between your folds, drinking your juices. each gulp has him thirsting for more, needing to quench his thirst.
he laps at your throbbing pussy, puffy from making yourself cum multiple times the night before. the sensitivity still there, you squeal. neteyam wraps his mouth around your clit, sucking at it fast and rough.
your front half falls flat to the floor, legs spreading further against the rough ground. you tremble, arching.
neteyam hums against your clit, the vibrations making your eyes roll back. it doesn't take long for you to feel the build up of pressure in your stomach.
"n-teyam!," you squeal.
he hums in response.
"i feel, feel like i'm- feel strange!," you squeak.
neteyam can't stop the grin, teeth grazing against your clit, sending you over the edge. neteyam shoves his finger in your clenching hole as you cum, screaming his name.
"feel okay?,"
"yeah," you pant.
"you just came, baby, well done," he praises.
"that felt so weird,"
"should've felt the same way you felt making yourself cum, paskalin,"
you huff air.
"it doesn't,"
"come yawne, i will show you how much better it will feel,"
he lifts you onto his lap, holding you close. neteyam sucks at your sensitive tits, moaning.
"these fat tits," he growls.
lying you flat, he lifts your legs over his waist.
"sevin (pretty), this will hurt,"
you nod, watching his brows knit.
rubbing his tip between your folds, neteyam looks down. his cock is dark blue, tip purple with shiny white precum rolling. thick veins wrap around the girthy length, throbbing.
neteyam helps you pass through the burning stretch, rubbing your clit to provide stimulation as you clench around his girth. he sits so heavy and full inside you, tip curled to sit against your sensitive spot.
he's instant, pistoling, his cock is thick, rearranging your guts.
thwap! thwap! thwap!
his hips bruise you, hand wrapped around your neck. the warmth of your pussy, squelching below him, has his eyes rolling back.
shlick! shlick! shlick!
your stomach bulges with each thrust, your head lulling to the side, eyes white.
"fuck, look at that, see my cock in your belly,"
he grabs your hand, pressing it against the bulge. his rigid cock is hard inside you.
"harder teyam!," you scream.
he grins, lifting your legs, pushing them to either side of your head. he pushes himself all the way in you, bottoming out. his weight is heavy against you, the position has your muscles aching but the pleasure has your nerves buzzing.
"feel's good tey," you moan.
"si nga my sevin muntxate (make you my pretty wife),"
"f'ck me tey please, need it so bad," you whine.
his toes curl at your words, every single hair on his body lifting.
"yeah, you want me to fuck you?,"
"yes please,"
"always so kind,"
his thrusts moves your entire body, your hands scratching him.
"feel's full,"
"yeah?,"
"uhuh, so big!," you squeal.
neteyam's balls tighten, the coil in his belly snapping. he fills you, shaking as he paints thick white ropes of his cum in your womb.
but neteyam doesn't stop, the swishing sound of his cum inside you has him fucking you deeper, slower.
every inch of you feels like it's on fire, head spinning from his attacks.
that same pleasure in your belly has you shaking, clutching onto him.
"gonna- gonna cum, please tey, please." you scream.
"shh, shh i got you,"
"fuck!,"
"clenchin' me so tight, gonna milk me yawne," he growls.
"feel's different teyam, pressure!," you scream.
"huh, gonna squirt on my cock tiyawan?"
you squirt all over him, shaking, eyes rolled to the back of your skull.
neteyam laughs in shock, your juices coat his abs, neteyam pulls out, lowering himself. he gulps down your juice, moaning after each gulp.
you two are in sync, cumming and moaning at the same time. pushing yourselves past your limit, shaking in overstimulation.
you both don't realise the sounds close by.
"you have got to be fucking kidding me!,"
ao'nung's shouting pulls you out of your brainless mind, the two of you turning to face him in horror.
