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may I request a neteyam x metkayina reader pls.. smut, fluff, angst, like anything bc omg like I need a fic I'm crine son
࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ the other girl
࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up!neteyam x fem metkayina!reader
warnings: none!
summary: after all these years, you and neteyam had been obsessed with each other. until another girl comes in and swoons him away, it’s like he was never even yours in the first place
authore’s note: LMAO i have nothing but smut requests when i’m not in the right mind to write it 🧌 i swear im trying yall, quick drabble yk the vibes
i hope you enjoy this anon! <33
If you were keeping it real, this was ridiculous
Pathetic even. After all, you had him first. So why did it feel like you never had him to begin with?
You and Neteyam had met in a time of war. His family coming to your clan in a form of weakness. Hiding amongst people they would’ve never even crossed paths with
But you grew to love him — no matter how hard you tried not to
It came naturally, Neteyam’s demeanor ringing you in when it was least expected. The two of you leaned on each other a lot. Feeling the pressure to be perfect, sometimes be someone you’re not
As the long battle came to an end after years and years, Awa’atlu was peaceful just as it was before. The water clear and adventurous, the sand warm and welcoming while the sun resembled freedom
It was finally over, but a new life had just begun
Your relationship with Neteyam blossomed, From two teenagers in love to adults who knew what they wanted — and that was the rest of their lives together
You wanted to grow old together, travel together, create a family together. But it seemed the great mother had other plans
As another girl had came into his life…
You would watch as he sat her in his lap, kissing her cheeks as he whispered the sweetest things in her ear. Every touch he made gentle — full of love
Just like he did with you
You didn’t wanna be spiteful, no. In fact you knew you had to give him up. It wasn’t in your character to hold onto someone whose attention was on someone else
But that’s the thing about Ewya, or perhaps the ocean
She takes away but she also gives
You couldn’t even be mad though — not when Neteyam was the best father ever
Admiring from afar, you watched as he held onto your six month old daughter. Lifting her into the air and playing with her near the water
The sounds of birds and her cute giggles filling your ears
“Who’s the prettiest girl? That’s right you are, my sweet princess” he tickled her sides while giving her the toothiest smile
She babbled and kicked her feet excitedly, not understanding anything her dad just said but happy to just hear his voice
She was such a happy baby, hardly ever giving either of you a hard time. When you were pregnant, you prayed to Eywa every night. Praying for happiness, safety, love and health all for your baby
And your daughter came out perfect
The second she was born, you and Neteyam were completely swooned. Just like any parent, in that moment you knew you would give your little girl the world
She had Neteyam from the start, even before she got here you knew he would be the one to go above and beyond for her
Not that you wouldn’t do the same thing. But it was clear their bond would be strong, and you never wanted to come in between that
After all she literally stole your husband away from you, it was silly but it felt like you were now the other girl
You walked towards them, the sand soft and warm underneath your feet. The sounds of your baby laughing while your husband played with her egging you on further
“Are those my two favorite people in the world?” a smile stretched across your face
They both looked up at you, smiles and laughs still leaving their mouths as you sat on the beach with them
Your daughter eyed you, her big eyes wandering curiously as she looked at the view in front of her. But when her eyes saw you — that gummy smile shined bright
“Hi baby, oh you’re so cute, look at you!” you put on your ‘mommy’ voice, caressing her and making faces at her that would grab her attention
She giggled, drool slipping out of her mouth as she chewed on her toy. Neteyam let go of her briefly, letting her sit up right in front of you. She instinctively started touching the sand and using her toys to their potential
“How was your day?” you smiled, looking up at Neteyam
His head turned to you “it was good, me and babygirl been out all day, waiting for you” a smile on his face while wrapping an arm around you
You hummed, leaning forward to press a firm kiss on his lips. Smiling into the action before repeating it again, several small and short kisses shared
But your daughter was not having it
Suddenly, tiny fingers were placed between your mouths. Interrupting the kiss and forcing you guys to pull away
“Dada” she made grabby fingers up at Neteyam while pulling his face away from yours
“Oh wow, I can’t kiss daddy?” you looked down at her, tilting your head with confusion on your face
She babbled something that seemed like a mix of irritation and disagreement
And Neteyam wasn’t helpful at all, finding it so amusing that his wife and daughter both wanted him all to themselves. Ready to go back and forth with each other on who would get his attention
Of course his princess always won though
“Dada” your daughter repeated, a strong determination on her face this time as she forcefully brought him closer to her
A dramatic gasp left your lips “no this is my dada”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, caressing the sides of his face before putting a soft kiss on his head
She pouted, her tiny lips trembling as she used her fist to hold onto Neteyam tighter — then the water works came
“Did you just make my baby cry?” his eyes narrowed at you as he rocked her, rubbing her back soothingly to comfort her
You choked on the slightest bit of spit “I didn’t do anything-”
“It’s okay my love, don’t cry, shhhh daddy’s here. I’m all yours alright? I’m right here, I won’t let mommy take me from you” Neteyam reassured, throwing playful shots at you as he bounced her up and down
You rolled your eyes at his teasing before moving closer to help calm her down. Her cries ringing your ears loudly — not her acting like you just committed murder…
“Okay, okay babygirl I’m sorry” you whispered, wiping her tears before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead
“I won’t steal daddy from you anymore”
She mumbled to herself in baby talk, laying her head on his chest. Her small chubby hand coming to rub her eyes. Finally calming down, as her eyes opened and closed repeatedly
“I think she just told me off” you frowned as you watched her doze off, admiring her sleepy face “she’s such a daddy’s girl”
“Good, don’t try to steal me from her no more”
“But I had you first”
“I know baby, I know” Neteyam lightly chuckled, using his free arm to bring you in and tug you on his other side
You smiled in satisfaction, playfully sticking out the tip of your tongue at your daughter’s sleeping figure
“Aye, stop that” your husband shook his head before laughing at your childish antics “don’t make me get her on you”
Your eyes widened “no, no, no, let me have you to myself” rubbing your head into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist
And you did, until his other girl woke back up to steal him away from you again — it became a never ending cycle
I KNOW LO’AK’S THE BEST WHEN TALKING YOU THROUGH IT.
Lo’ak may be a little shithead and try to get a rise out of you by teasing you, but don’t get him wrong he’s a softie for you. He definitely talks you through it to the point you’re shaking from just his words.
Like when he goes down on you (because we know he’s the best eater) and your legs buck to try to ease the intense pleasure he's giving you. He’ll push you back down while saying.
“Mm taste so good baby.. Stay still yeah? Let me taste you.” He says while plunging his tongue back into you.
Or when you’re in missionary and he has your legs pressed to your chest as he hammers into you.
“Fuckkk.. Mama. You're so wet..”
Or when he has you in cowgirl position holding onto your plush hips, as he drives into you from below.
“Oh.. Such a pretty girl, taking my dick..”
Or when he has you on your stomach hips in the air as he dives into you from behind, your ass moving with every deliberate thrust. Maybe you even try to smack his stomach trying to ease yourself, until he gets annoyed enough grabbing your wrist as he places it behind your back.
“This is what you wanted remember mama? Cmon’ take that dick like a good girl.”
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may I request a neteyam x metkayina reader pls.. smut, fluff, angst, like anything bc omg like I need a fic I'm crine son
࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ the other girl
࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up!neteyam x fem metkayina!reader
warnings: none!
summary: after all these years, you and neteyam had been obsessed with each other. until another girl comes in and swoons him away, it’s like he was never even yours in the first place
authore’s note: LMAO i have nothing but smut requests when i’m not in the right mind to write it 🧌 i swear im trying yall, quick drabble yk the vibes
i hope you enjoy this anon! <33
If you were keeping it real, this was ridiculous
Pathetic even. After all, you had him first. So why did it feel like you never had him to begin with?
You and Neteyam had met in a time of war. His family coming to your clan in a form of weakness. Hiding amongst people they would’ve never even crossed paths with
But you grew to love him — no matter how hard you tried not to
It came naturally, Neteyam’s demeanor ringing you in when it was least expected. The two of you leaned on each other a lot. Feeling the pressure to be perfect, sometimes be someone you’re not
As the long battle came to an end after years and years, Awa’atlu was peaceful just as it was before. The water clear and adventurous, the sand warm and welcoming while the sun resembled freedom
It was finally over, but a new life had just begun
Your relationship with Neteyam blossomed, From two teenagers in love to adults who knew what they wanted — and that was the rest of their lives together
You wanted to grow old together, travel together, create a family together. But it seemed the great mother had other plans
As another girl had came into his life…
You would watch as he sat her in his lap, kissing her cheeks as he whispered the sweetest things in her ear. Every touch he made gentle — full of love
Just like he did with you
You didn’t wanna be spiteful, no. In fact you knew you had to give him up. It wasn’t in your character to hold onto someone whose attention was on someone else
But that’s the thing about Ewya, or perhaps the ocean
She takes away but she also gives
You couldn’t even be mad though — not when Neteyam was the best father ever
Admiring from afar, you watched as he held onto your six month old daughter. Lifting her into the air and playing with her near the water
The sounds of birds and her cute giggles filling your ears
“Who’s the prettiest girl? That’s right you are, my sweet princess” he tickled her sides while giving her the toothiest smile
She babbled and kicked her feet excitedly, not understanding anything her dad just said but happy to just hear his voice
She was such a happy baby, hardly ever giving either of you a hard time. When you were pregnant, you prayed to Eywa every night. Praying for happiness, safety, love and health all for your baby
And your daughter came out perfect
The second she was born, you and Neteyam were completely swooned. Just like any parent, in that moment you knew you would give your little girl the world
She had Neteyam from the start, even before she got here you knew he would be the one to go above and beyond for her
Not that you wouldn’t do the same thing. But it was clear their bond would be strong, and you never wanted to come in between that
After all she literally stole your husband away from you, it was silly but it felt like you were now the other girl
You walked towards them, the sand soft and warm underneath your feet. The sounds of your baby laughing while your husband played with her egging you on further
“Are those my two favorite people in the world?” a smile stretched across your face
They both looked up at you, smiles and laughs still leaving their mouths as you sat on the beach with them
Your daughter eyed you, her big eyes wandering curiously as she looked at the view in front of her. But when her eyes saw you — that gummy smile shined bright
“Hi baby, oh you’re so cute, look at you!” you put on your ‘mommy’ voice, caressing her and making faces at her that would grab her attention
She giggled, drool slipping out of her mouth as she chewed on her toy. Neteyam let go of her briefly, letting her sit up right in front of you. She instinctively started touching the sand and using her toys to their potential
“How was your day?” you smiled, looking up at Neteyam
His head turned to you “it was good, me and babygirl been out all day, waiting for you” a smile on his face while wrapping an arm around you
You hummed, leaning forward to press a firm kiss on his lips. Smiling into the action before repeating it again, several small and short kisses shared
But your daughter was not having it
Suddenly, tiny fingers were placed between your mouths. Interrupting the kiss and forcing you guys to pull away
“Dada” she made grabby fingers up at Neteyam while pulling his face away from yours
“Oh wow, I can’t kiss daddy?” you looked down at her, tilting your head with confusion on your face
She babbled something that seemed like a mix of irritation and disagreement
And Neteyam wasn’t helpful at all, finding it so amusing that his wife and daughter both wanted him all to themselves. Ready to go back and forth with each other on who would get his attention
Of course his princess always won though
“Dada” your daughter repeated, a strong determination on her face this time as she forcefully brought him closer to her
A dramatic gasp left your lips “no this is my dada”
You wrapped your arms around his neck, caressing the sides of his face before putting a soft kiss on his head
She pouted, her tiny lips trembling as she used her fist to hold onto Neteyam tighter — then the water works came
“Did you just make my baby cry?” his eyes narrowed at you as he rocked her, rubbing her back soothingly to comfort her
You choked on the slightest bit of spit “I didn’t do anything-”
“It’s okay my love, don’t cry, shhhh daddy’s here. I’m all yours alright? I’m right here, I won’t let mommy take me from you” Neteyam reassured, throwing playful shots at you as he bounced her up and down
You rolled your eyes at his teasing before moving closer to help calm her down. Her cries ringing your ears loudly — not her acting like you just committed murder…
“Okay, okay babygirl I’m sorry” you whispered, wiping her tears before placing a gentle kiss on her forehead
“I won’t steal daddy from you anymore”
She mumbled to herself in baby talk, laying her head on his chest. Her small chubby hand coming to rub her eyes. Finally calming down, as her eyes opened and closed repeatedly
“I think she just told me off” you frowned as you watched her doze off, admiring her sleepy face “she’s such a daddy’s girl”
“Good, don’t try to steal me from her no more”
“But I had you first”
“I know baby, I know” Neteyam lightly chuckled, using his free arm to bring you in and tug you on his other side
You smiled in satisfaction, playfully sticking out the tip of your tongue at your daughter’s sleeping figure
“Aye, stop that” your husband shook his head before laughing at your childish antics “don’t make me get her on you”
Your eyes widened “no, no, no, let me have you to myself” rubbing your head into his shoulder, your arms wrapping around his waist
And you did, until his other girl woke back up to steal him away from you again — it became a never ending cycle
warnings: fluffy fluff, simp neteyam ofc, jake and neytiri being insufferably obsessed with each other, lo’ak being lo’ak, mention of s*y pe*ple, young love #ugh, sweet yearning & teasing
summary: jake decides to teach his boys about valentine’s day, leading a special someone coming to neteyam’s mind
authore’s note: i wanted to write something quick while i still work on requests, this idea was so cute to me too. happy valentine’s day mis amores 💗💗
not proofread bc a ho is exhausted.
The brothers eyed their parents hard
To Neteyam and Lo’ak, they were being even more obsessed with each other today
They usually were like this, but something was different about this very specific day. Their mother was overly giddy. Practically laughing at everything their father had said, and he’s never been that funny
And Jake was just as bad, lingering touches on his wife for longer than necessary. It was definitely… something
“Bro… what’s their deal?” Lo’ak looked at Neteyam briefly before his eyes trailed back to the scene in front of them
“I don’t know, but I swear dad has never been this corny” the eldest brother tilted his head, he was getting second hand embarrassment but mixed with something else
“I guess it’s cute? in a way”
“Nah bro, they’re being weird”
They watched as their parents discussed something, eyes lost in the others as they held on to each other. They were sat perched up on a tall rock. Just a few feet away from their childhood home
“Do you think they’re thinking about another baby?” the realization surged through the younger brother with panic
Both their eyes widened as they looked at each other, before Neteyam had to die that idea down
“No, no way bro. We’re in the middle of a war I seriously doubt-”
“That didn’t stop them before, I mean look at you” Lo’ak teased
Neteyam cringed at the thought, knowing how and when he was conceived making him physically recoil every time
“All I’m saying is, they’re smarter than that. Now is really not the time” he scratched his neck awkwardly
“Whatever you say bro, did you forget how many of us they have now? I swear they act like palulukans in heat” Lo’ak shook his head in slight disappointment
Neteyam frowned “can we please not talk about our parents sex life, I will actually kill myself”
Before either of the boys could protest, they were cut off by their parents again. This time they stood up. Playfully pushing each others buttons with kuru caresses and tail tugs
“Okay now they’re getting all touchy feely, I’m gonna be sick” the youngest brother fake gagged at the physical contact
Neteyam rolled his eyes, flicking them back and forth between his parents. An unknown feeling began bubbling inside him
Before he could even think to himself, Lo’ak’s voice ran in his ears “finally they’re going inside”
The eldest boy looked back to where their parents just were, only to be met with nothing but the rock and the forest surrounding them
“Whew thank Eywa, I was gonna be sick to my stomach!” Lo’ak playfully cheered before standing up, wiping himself off in the process
“Yeah, yeah but we still have a whole day with… whatever they got going on so we have to choice but to suck it up”
“Shit”
The morning went by peacefully, the clan was up doing chores and completing quests. Even the war party was active with meetings
It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst
The afternoon snuck in, the day coming to an end. Chores being completed throughout the clan. Even the war party came to a halt as Jake had called it in. So, healers slowed down in their tents while warriors went home to their families
“That’s weird, dad never calls off or even lets everyone off this early” Lo’ak hopped off his ikran, landing right next to his brother
“Yeah.. something’s off” Neteyams eyes narrowed, walking towards their family marui with caution
They were met with distant giggles, their mothers voice echoing around the area with bliss. Along with their father’s blatant teasing
It died down once the boys walked in, both of their parents turning to them with cheeky smiles
“Mom? Dad?” Neteyam eyed them back and forth
“Hello boys” Neytiri smiled, laughing as Jake tickled her sides — turning towards him to playfully slap his shoulder
The brothers turned to look at each other, their expression speaking volumes. Their ears flattening at their parents sudden behavior
Lo’ak was the first between them to speak up “why are you guys… acting like that”
“Acting like what?” Jake wrapped his arms around his wife, his hands rubbing her stomach softly
Neteyam caught onto this and his eyes widened “Oh Eywa, we’re having another sibling?!”
His parents snapped their necks at him “What? No!”
The two boys immediately relaxed, their shoulders not tensing anymore at the confirmation
“Thank you great mother, thank YOU!” Lo’ak prayed, his hands shaking dramatically as he held them together
Neytiri shook her head as Jake pursed his lips at their youngest son
“Soooo if it’s not that, then what’s all this for?” Neteyam motioned at them with his finger suspiciously
Neytiri turned towards her husband, smiling and placing a hand on his chest “you explain it”
Jake returned the smile and placed a hand on her lower back “well, it’s something called Valentine’s day”
The boys — who were now say perched on the floor were looking up at him curiously now tilted their heads in confusion
Their father laughed at their dumbfounded expressions, tugging on their mother a bit tighter
“It’s a day of love, back on earth it gets celebrated once a year. February the 14th, every year couples everywhere love each other. Women look forward to it more than men but your mother makes sure I enjoy myself too”
The boys listened, confusion still on their face but understanding a bit more now
“Wait mom you’re in on this too?”
Neytiri nodded gently “when your father told me, I was open to try it. A day of love, it’s basically an all day date night”
“I’m confused… why do sky people only have one day to celebrate love? Do they not love each other for the other days throughout a year?”
Jake raised his eyebrows amused “No son, they love each other. I think”
“Damn sky people don’t even love themselves, they really ain’t shit” Lo’ak smacked his brothers shoulder with a laugh
“Language.” a stern voice from both his parents
They let out a small laugh, Jake kneeling down to be met with his sons face to face
“Listen boys, Valentine’s day is supposed to be special. You do it for someone you love, a woman you love. You don’t do anything but love and cherish her that entire day”
“Shouldn’t you do that everyday?” the eldest tilted his head
Jake smiled proudly, along with Neytiri in the back “exactly, you show her you love her every single day. Until your very last breath”
Neteyam’s heart thumped, that feeling from before swirling in his stomach but now he knew why
“So what do you do? Like how do you celebrate, besides being corny” Lo’ak threw shots at his father earning him a slap on the back of his head
“Alright fall in, so here’s how you do it” and with that Jake explained everything
Now Neteyam knew the ins and outs — he also needed to look for his girl
With a quick jump, he excused himself from his parents and said goodbye to his brother. On his way to do his very best at making a special day come to life
His parents watched his leave, knowing smiles plastered on their faces as they melted in each others embrace
“He’s so obvious it hurts” Lo’ak rolled his eyes
As eclipse came, everything was going as planned. Neteyam spending an embarrassing amount of time on preparing everything
He refused for anything to not be perfect, it had to be — because it was for you
“Neteyaaaam! Just tell me where we’re going” a whine left your mouth, eyes covered by his hands as he led you to a secret spot
“I already told you yawne, it’s a surprise” he kissed the shell of your ear softly as he guided you through the forest
The bottoms of your feet touching the soft moss, the smell of the faint rivers and sweet flowers filling your nose
“Okay, almost there” he said whispered, making sure you were watching your step to not step on anything that
You felt his nerves, the palms of his hands getting a little sweaty and his body language from before raising your suspicions
“Hey” you abruptly stopped, moving your hand up to caress his “whatever it is, I’ll love it”
He smiled, his teeth flashing as his body immediately relaxed. You felt his breathing slow as his hands instinctively released from your eyes
A gasp immediately left your throat, your eyes trailing back and forth in the scene in front of you. You let your hands observe before you fully could. Touching the makeshift decorations and all the homemade presents displayed
“Neteyam” you whispered, looking around at all his effort “oh my love”
He eyes your frame, looking at you up and down. Holding his hand behind his back with his lips pursed at your reaction
“Do you like it?”
“I love it”
His eyes widened, your confession making pride swoon his body. Your satisfaction making him melt
“I wanted to do something special for you” he took a step forward “I learned something today”
He took your hand, guiding you towards the center of the ground. Several flowers surround the two of you. The bioluminescence complimenting your features
Neteyam stared into your eyes, his pupils dilating. He slowly pulled one of his hands away from yours — caressing the side of your face. The roundness in your cheek making him smile
“I have something for you” his deep voice lowering, leaning beside him to grab some flowers
“You got me flowers?” your voice in awe
He nodded “and something else” he grabbed onto a basket filled with fruit, your favorites to be exact
“Yovo fruit? Stop no way, they aren’t even in season yet”
His shoulders shrugged, a teasing smile on his face “I have my ways”
You rolled your eyes, hitting his shoulder as you sniffed the flowers. A smile growing on your face as you admired the flattering colors
“Happy Valentine’s Day” the foreign english phrase caught your attention, your face squishing in confusion
He knew you would be confused and prepared himself to explain
“Val-een-times?” your broken english almost amusing as you tried to pronounce the word
“I learned from my father that it’s a day of love, where we give each others gifts and spend time together” his hand reached for yours again, both his thumbs rubbing them softly
“We do that all the time Nete” you giggled at his explanation
“Yeah I know, I just wanted an excuse for it” his face blushed purple
You held onto his cheek, massaging his braids “well thank you, I love my gifts and this date”
He grabbed your wrist, stopping all your movements
“There’s something else too”
His hands leaned into the woven patch just a few inches away. Trembling inside looking for something
You eyed him patiently. Waiting for whatever had was doing next
“It’s something else my father told me about, it isn’t a requirement for Valentine’s day but I thought it’d be nice”
Inside his palm he snuck something inside, rising his hand in between you guys. Whatever it was it was small — and held a lot of meaning
Slowly he retracted his hand, his fingers separating in slow motion until the secret was revealed
Right in the center was a jewel, glowing brightly and reflecting off of any light that shimmered against it
A quiet gasped escaped you “wow, that’s beautiful”
But his eyes wasn’t on the jewel
“Yeah, it is”
Your eyes met his “Neteyam, I’m confused. Do I just take it or?”
He held your hand out, his free hand holding onto your right before he sharply exhaled. He twisted the jewel around, a small wrapped band on the bottom of it
“I’m making a promise, that’s what this ring means” he paused, gathering his thoughts
“Because even though we say it everyday, I mean it more and more within the minute. Your presence brings me joy, happiness that I never felt before. Your soul healing me, in ways I didn’t know could be healed without a tsahík. Your love giving me strength to keep going, not only for myself but you”
Your ears wigglied back and forth against your head, taking in all his words
“I trust you, I see you, I believe in you, I love you and I promise you that’ll always be true. Until my very last breath I will never stop wanting you”
Tears filled your waterline, your emotions getting the best of you at his confession. He quickly used his thumb to wipe a falling tear
“You’re my everything, I crave you. I yearn for you. I need you. All the time. That’s what it means to be in love. So, will you take this promise ring from me?”
You jumped up to hug him — after all that did this man really think you would reject him? C’mon now
“Yes, yes I will. Whatever this thingy is I’ll wear it” you excitedly held onto him as you gestured for him to put it on you
Neteyam slid the ‘ring’ onto your finger. Sliding it on perfectly with no effort. A smile on his face the entire time
“I love you”
“I love you more gorgeous”
“Does your dad have anymore silly human celebrations? Is there another one tomorrow?”
The genuine tone in your questions made him laugh “No baby, not that I know of”
You slightly frowned, a tiny bit disappointed but you knew he would always make every day together special so you forgot about it quickly
Instead you decided to take in the strange ‘holiday’, another term you had learned. You found it amusing, sky people and their strange inventions
warnings: fluffy fluff, simp neteyam ofc, jake and neytiri being insufferably obsessed with each other, lo’ak being lo’ak, mention of s*y pe*ple & the word sex (it’s only once i swear), young love #ugh, sweet yearning & teasing
summary: jake decides to teach his boys about valentine’s day, leading a special someone coming to neteyam’s mind
authore’s note: i wanted to write something quick while i still work on requests, this idea was so cute to me too. happy valentine’s day mis amores 💗💗
not proofread bc a ho is exhausted.
The brothers eyed their parents hard
To Neteyam and Lo’ak, they were being even more obsessed with each other today
They usually were like this, but something was different about this very specific day. Their mother was overly giddy. Practically laughing at everything their father had said, and he’s never been that funny
And Jake was just as bad, lingering touches on his wife for longer than necessary. It was definitely… something
“Bro… what’s their deal?” Lo’ak looked at Neteyam briefly before his eyes trailed back to the scene in front of them
“I don’t know, but I swear dad has never been this corny” the eldest brother tilted his head, he was getting second hand embarrassment but mixed with something else
“I guess it’s cute? in a way”
“Nah bro, they’re being weird”
They watched as their parents discussed something, eyes lost in the others as they held on to each other. They were sat perched up on a tall rock. Just a few feet away from their childhood home
“Do you think they’re thinking about another baby?” the realization surged through the younger brother with panic
Both their eyes widened as they looked at each other, before Neteyam had to die that idea down
“No, no way bro. We’re in the middle of a war I seriously doubt-”
“That didn’t stop them before, I mean look at you” Lo’ak teased
Neteyam cringed at the thought, knowing how and when he was conceived making him physically recoil every time
“All I’m saying is, they’re smarter than that. Now is really not the time” he scratched his neck awkwardly
“Whatever you say bro, did you forget how many of us they have now? I swear they act like palulukans in heat” Lo’ak shook his head in slight disappointment
Neteyam frowned “can we please not talk about our parents sex life, I will actually kill myself”
Before either of the boys could protest, they were cut off by their parents again. This time they stood up. Playfully pushing each others buttons with kuru caresses and tail tugs
“Okay now they’re getting all touchy feely, I’m gonna be sick” the youngest brother fake gagged at the physical contact
Neteyam rolled his eyes, flicking them back and forth between his parents. An unknown feeling began bubbling inside him
Before he could even think to himself, Lo’ak’s voice ran in his ears “finally they’re going inside”
The eldest boy looked back to where their parents just were, only to be met with nothing but the rock and the forest surrounding them
“Whew thank Eywa, I was gonna be sick to my stomach!” Lo’ak playfully cheered before standing up, wiping himself off in the process
“Yeah, yeah but we still have a whole day with… whatever they got going on so we have to choice but to suck it up”
“Shit”
The morning went by peacefully, the clan was up doing chores and completing quests. Even the war party was active with meetings
It wasn’t the best but it wasn’t the worst
The afternoon snuck in, the day coming to an end. Chores being completed throughout the clan. Even the war party came to a halt as Jake had called it in. So, healers slowed down in their tents while warriors went home to their families
“That’s weird, dad never calls off or even lets everyone off this early” Lo’ak hopped off his ikran, landing right next to his brother
“Yeah.. something’s off” Neteyams eyes narrowed, walking towards their family marui with caution
They were met with distant giggles, their mothers voice echoing around the area with bliss. Along with their father’s blatant teasing
It died down once the boys walked in, both of their parents turning to them with cheeky smiles
“Mom? Dad?” Neteyam eyed them back and forth
“Hello boys” Neytiri smiled, laughing as Jake tickled her sides — turning towards him to playfully slap his shoulder
The brothers turned to look at each other, their expression speaking volumes. Their ears flattening at their parents sudden behavior
Lo’ak was the first between them to speak up “why are you guys… acting like that”
“Acting like what?” Jake wrapped his arms around his wife, his hands rubbing her stomach softly
Neteyam caught onto this and his eyes widened “Oh Eywa, we’re having another sibling?!”
His parents snapped their necks at him “What? No!”
The two boys immediately relaxed, their shoulders not tensing anymore at the confirmation
“Thank you great mother, thank YOU!” Lo’ak prayed, his hands shaking dramatically as he held them together
Neytiri shook her head as Jake pursed his lips at their youngest son
“Soooo if it’s not that, then what’s all this for?” Neteyam motioned at them with his finger suspiciously
Neytiri turned towards her husband, smiling and placing a hand on his chest “you explain it”
Jake returned the smile and placed a hand on her lower back “well, it’s something called Valentine’s day”
The boys — who were now say perched on the floor were looking up at him curiously now tilted their heads in confusion
Their father laughed at their dumbfounded expressions, tugging on their mother a bit tighter
“It’s a day of love, back on earth it gets celebrated once a year. February the 14th, every year couples everywhere love each other. Women look forward to it more than men but your mother makes sure I enjoy myself too”
The boys listened, confusion still on their face but understanding a bit more now
“Wait mom you’re in on this too?”
Neytiri nodded gently “when your father told me, I was open to try it. A day of love, it’s basically an all day date night”
“I’m confused… why do sky people only have one day to celebrate love? Do they not love each other for the other days throughout a year?”
Jake raised his eyebrows amused “No son, they love each other. I think”
“Damn sky people don’t even love themselves, they really ain’t shit” Lo’ak smacked his brothers shoulder with a laugh
“Language.” a stern voice from both his parents
They let out a small laugh, Jake kneeling down to be met with his sons face to face
“Listen boys, Valentine’s day is supposed to be special. You do it for someone you love, a woman you love. You don’t do anything but love and cherish her that entire day”
“Shouldn’t you do that everyday?” the eldest tilted his head
Jake smiled proudly, along with Neytiri in the back “exactly, you show her you love her every single day. Until your very last breath”
Neteyam’s heart thumped, that feeling from before swirling in his stomach but now he knew why
“So what do you do? Like how do you celebrate, besides being corny” Lo’ak threw shots at his father earning him a slap on the back of his head
“Alright fall in, so here’s how you do it” and with that Jake explained everything
Now Neteyam knew the ins and outs — he also needed to look for his girl
With a quick jump, he excused himself from his parents and said goodbye to his brother. On his way to do his very best at making a special day come to life
His parents watched his leave, knowing smiles plastered on their faces as they melted in each others embrace
“He’s so obvious it hurts” Lo’ak rolled his eyes
As eclipse came, everything was going as planned. Neteyam spending an embarrassing amount of time on preparing everything
He refused for anything to not be perfect, it had to be — because it was for you
“Neteyaaaam! Just tell me where we’re going” a whine left your mouth, eyes covered by his hands as he led you to a secret spot
“I already told you yawne, it’s a surprise” he kissed the shell of your ear softly as he guided you through the forest
The bottoms of your feet touching the soft moss, the smell of the faint rivers and sweet flowers filling your nose
“Okay, almost there” he said whispered, making sure you were watching your step to not step on anything that
You felt his nerves, the palms of his hands getting a little sweaty and his body language from before raising your suspicions
“Hey” you abruptly stopped, moving your hand up to caress his “whatever it is, I’ll love it”
He smiled, his teeth flashing as his body immediately relaxed. You felt his breathing slow as his hands instinctively released from your eyes
A gasp immediately left your throat, your eyes trailing back and forth in the scene in front of you. You let your hands observe before you fully could. Touching the makeshift decorations and all the homemade presents displayed
“Neteyam” you whispered, looking around at all his effort “oh my love”
He eyes your frame, looking at you up and down. Holding his hand behind his back with his lips pursed at your reaction
“Do you like it?”
“I love it”
His eyes widened, your confession making pride swoon his body. Your satisfaction making him melt
“I wanted to do something special for you” he took a step forward “I learned something today”
He took your hand, guiding you towards the center of the ground. Several flowers surround the two of you. The bioluminescence complimenting your features
Neteyam stared into your eyes, his pupils dilating. He slowly pulled one of his hands away from yours — caressing the side of your face. The roundness in your cheek making him smile
“I have something for you” his deep voice lowering, leaning beside him to grab some flowers
“You got me flowers?” your voice in awe
He nodded “and something else” he grabbed onto a basket filled with fruit, your favorites to be exact
“Yovo fruit? Stop no way, they aren’t even in season yet”
His shoulders shrugged, a teasing smile on his face “I have my ways”
You rolled your eyes, hitting his shoulder as you sniffed the flowers. A smile growing on your face as you admired the flattering colors
“Happy Valentine’s Day” the foreign english phrase caught your attention, your face squishing in confusion
He knew you would be confused and prepared himself to explain
“Val-een-times?” your broken english almost amusing as you tried to pronounce the word
“I learned from my father that it’s a day of love, where we give each others gifts and spend time together” his hand reached for yours again, both his thumbs rubbing them softly
“We do that all the time Nete” you giggled at his explanation
“Yeah I know, I just wanted an excuse for it” his face blushed purple
You held onto his cheek, massaging his braids “well thank you, I love my gifts and this date”
He grabbed your wrist, stopping all your movements
“There’s something else too”
His hands leaned into the woven patch just a few inches away. Trembling inside looking for something
You eyed him patiently. Waiting for whatever had was doing next
“It’s something else my father told me about, it isn’t a requirement for Valentine’s day but I thought it’d be nice”
Inside his palm he snuck something inside, rising his hand in between you guys. Whatever it was it was small — and held a lot of meaning
Slowly he retracted his hand, his fingers separating in slow motion until the secret was revealed
Right in the center was a jewel, glowing brightly and reflecting off of any light that shimmered against it
A quiet gasped escaped you “wow, that’s beautiful”
But his eyes wasn’t on the jewel
“Yeah, it is”
Your eyes met his “Neteyam, I’m confused. Do I just take it or?”
He held your hand out, his free hand holding onto your right before he sharply exhaled. He twisted the jewel around, a small wrapped band on the bottom of it
“I’m making a promise, that’s what this ring means” he paused, gathering his thoughts
“Because even though we say it everyday, I mean it more and more within the minute. Your presence brings me joy, happiness that I never felt before. Your soul healing me, in ways I didn’t know could be healed without a tsahík. Your love giving me strength to keep going, not only for myself but you”
Your ears wigglied back and forth against your head, taking in all his words
“I trust you, I see you, I believe in you, I love you and I promise you that’ll always be true. Until my very last breath I will never stop wanting you”
Tears filled your waterline, your emotions getting the best of you at his confession. He quickly used his thumb to wipe a falling tear
“You’re my everything, I crave you. I yearn for you. I need you. All the time. That’s what it means to be in love. So, will you take this promise ring from me?”
You jumped up to hug him — after all that did this man really think you would reject him? C’mon now
“Yes, yes I will. Whatever this thingy is I’ll wear it” you excitedly held onto him as you gestured for him to put it on you
Neteyam slid the ‘ring’ onto your finger. Sliding it on perfectly with no effort. A smile on his face the entire time
“I love you”
“I love you more gorgeous”
“Does your dad have anymore silly human celebrations? Is there another one tomorrow?”
The genuine tone in your questions made him laugh “No baby, not that I know of”
You slightly frowned, a tiny bit disappointed but you knew he would always make every day together special so you forgot about it quickly
Instead you decided to take in the strange ‘holiday’, another term you had learned. You found it amusing, sky people and their strange inventions
can u pls write on a slight sub neteyam with fem reader because there's none but it lowkey fits him
࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ please me
࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up neteyam! x fem!avatar reader
warnings: 🔞oral (m receiving), whimpering, subby nete, praises, maybe a bit ooc? but just vibe it’s fiction, slight age gap (reader is like 2-3 yrs older than him) ao’nung crumbs!, reader needs to be ate up, and lo’ak being hardheaded, nothing new!!
summary: on a night of freedom, the mighty warrior is still tensed up. all you wanna do is calm him down
authore’s note: writers block is a bitch bro. we must keep the fandom alive!! (it’s never gonna die as long as i breathe) but as much as i love soft dom nete him being a sub 😫
this is quick and neasssstyyyy…
“I don’t know about this you guys..”
“Bro c’mon, can you not be a wuss right now?”
“Nah for real”
The three boys made their way along the trail. Traveling down the path in the forest that led to the secret spot
“Ughh! Lo’ak!” Neteyam shouted behind his younger brother as he watched him only speed up his steps
The protest made Lo’ak aggressively stop in his tracks “What?!”
“Y’know we can’t be out here” Neteyam yanked onto his brother’s form arm harshly but not enough to hurt him
“For fuck sake Neteyam, it’s just a party! We’re all of age and mature enough to look out for ourselves”
“I don’t know about all of us being mature…” Ao’nung added smartly as he listened to the conversation
“Shut up fish lips”
Which made him quickly shrug his shoulders along with that signature smirk “I was just sayin’ but okay tree boy”
“See this is exactly what I’m talking about, the two of you are childish. Eywa knows what would happen if you guys got along and was out in public”
“It would actually be fun..?”
“No it would be a hot mess”
Lo’ak and Ao’nung rolled their eyes. Yeah they were both a bit irrational but they knew how to have fun
“You’re so boring Neteyam” he scowled at his older brother, practically throwing a tantrum as he squirmed around
Neteyam eyed him, half annoyed and half in disbelief. But also a tiny bit hurt. Was he really that boring? His version of fun and his brother’s version of fun was clearly two different things
He was responsible, not boring
But no matter how responsible he was, the one thing he always wanted the most was to make his baby brother happy
With a dramatic sigh, Lo’ak’s ears perked as he gleamed at Neteyam in hope
“Fine, we can go”
This made Lo’ak smile as he grabbed onto Neteyam’s shoulder “Thanks bro! C’mon you won’t regret it”
“Okay, okay but before we go there are some rules” he smiled briefly before eyeing his brother sternly
“Yeah whatever, I’ll keep it in my loincloth. Got it! Now let’s goooooo” Lo’ak whined, dragging the two boys further down the path where the entrance was
The group of 3 was in awe as they approached. The outside was decorated beautifully with bright flora along with glowing lights — the forest was perfectly complimented
“Damn” a mumbled escaped Lo’ak’s lips as he looked further out into the crowd of Na’vi
Neteyam followed his eyes to where he was looking at, and that’s when he saw you. You were wearing a loose fitted skirt made out of leaves along with a matching top that hugged your breasts.
Your curves standing out in the light as your skin glowed with the colors
“Ouuu, who’s that?” Ao’nung eyed, looking up and down examining her figure before looking back at the two brothers
“That’s Neteyam’s crussshhh”Lo’ak childishly answered, teasing his brother by dragging out the last part while poking at his sides
“Shut up” Neteyam rolled his eyes, but the heat creeping onto his face spoke volumes
“Awe the mighty warrior is in love!” The metkayina boy joined in on the teasing towards the omaticaya boy
“Neteyam has a crush! Neteyam is in loveee!” his brother sung which circling his brother and jumping around in his face
“Neteyam and his crush sittin’ in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-“ Ao’nung was cut off when a voice spoke up
“You two are the biggest skwangs I’ve ever met, I’m leaving, and don’t follow me” he became fed up with their teasing as he pointed a finger at them before walking off
“Ouu so scary” Ao’nung mumbled, putting his hands up in a fake surrender as he was met with the boy’s braids dramatically swinging back and forth
“He’s such a cry baby I swear” Lo’ak rolled his eyes while Ao’nung laughed as they watched Neteyam storm off
He walked towards a makeshift table that held juices, fruits, snacks, and alcohol
He rambled to himself lowly as he poured himself a drink, non alcoholic because he needed to be on his P’s & Q’s. Especially if he was dealing with Lo’ak and Ao’nung
“Oh wow, I wasn’t expecting to see such a handsome face tonight” that familiar tone ran through Neteyam’s ears
He turned his back around swiftly, only to be met with your face. The face he was so in love with. He took note of all your features, even the hairs on your brow bone that was from your human DNA and the unique shape of your lips
You weren’t fit for the ‘beauty standards’, your human traits sticking out like a sore thumb
But he didn’t care
“Hi, hi, umm, how doing you are? I mean how are you doing?!” Neteyam stumbled on his words
You pressed your fingers to your mouth gently as you laughed softly. His face turning purple at his actions and the reaction you gave
“I’m doing good” you got yourself together before you poured yourself something to drink right next to him
“And how are you doing?” you didn’t look his way until you finished the question
“I’m alright” he gave you a soft smile as he replied honestly
You smiled back at him before turning around, scanning the crowd with subtle glances before a cough-like laugh left your throat
“Oh my gosh..”
Neteyam pursed his lips, confused at your reaction before he turned around
“I’m going to kill him” Neteyam squeezed his cup as he angrily eyed his brother
All while Lo’ak was having the time of his life, he was surrounded with a few girls. Having each and everyone on the dance floor with him. Completely drawing attention to himself
“Why Tey? He’s having fun” you playfully bumped your shoulder with his
And it took everything in him to not melt at that nickname leaving your tongue, and to also ignore the slight whine in your tone
He shook his head, disagreeing with you while also trying to brush off the jittering feeling you brought him. Looking around observing the crowd, seeing a certain turquoise boy flaunting himself in front of every girl who breathed his way
“They’re so stupid” his eyes squinted
You couldn’t help but laugh watching Neteyam’s reactions, he wasn’t even aware of how protective he could be at times
“You act like such a dad” your shook your head with an amused smile on your face
His head snapped back to finally look at you, eyes immediately softening once he saw your smile. A gentle chuckle leaving his lips
“Well someone has to look out for them” he turned his body to pour himself some more juice
“Yeah, well who will look out for you?” you whispered, eyes flicking back and forth between his hands and face
Suddenly his movements came to a halt, as if your words had began registering in his head. He was always looking out for others — but who would look out for him?
He looked down briefly, avoiding your gaze “That doesn’t matter”
You placed two fingers underneath his chin, steadying his face to be met with yours “It does matter, you matter Neteyam. Stop neglecting yourself for others. As handsome as you are, that’s not your best look”
His breath hitched while his heartbeat sped up, your words and touch causing energy to surge through his body — along with a new found confidence
Slowly, to not scare you away, he gently placed his hand on the side of your waist “Thank you, really that means a lot to me”
Your gaze softened as you looked into his eyes, nodding while your eyes traveled down to his lips. He matched your energy by inching closer towards you — his vision focused on you
“Do you wanna.. go somewhere else?” you whispered, scanning his face for any reaction
His eyes widened as he looked around frantically — suddenly too taken aback to look at you “Umm”
You giggled “If you don’t want to that’s okay, we can stay here and catch up. I only asked because-”
He mumbled an eager ‘yes’ before grabbing onto your wrist and dragging you out from the party. Smiling as you watched his famous braid swinging cloud your vision. You followed him to a more quiet place
But of course it was loud before things got quiet…
“Okayyy bro, I see you” shouted Lo’ak, quickly followed by a loud ‘Wooo!’ from Ao’nung
A chuckle left your lips at their childish antics, but Neteyam only rolled his eyes. Gently urging you to some place else. His tail beginning to flick behind him in a cute wag
Your eyes trailed his body from behind, admiring his figure. Holding onto his hand tightly, your thumb rubbing small circles against it as instinct
“Here, let’s sit” he ushered, just outside the party. The two of you sat on top of the rocks, your feet planting on the ground. The bioluminescence glowing brightly
“So…. y’know” you teased, using your foot to hit his calf
He let out a small laugh, admiring you “I don’t know actually, tell me”
You rose an eyebrow at his sudden teasing, smirking once he tapped your shoulder repeatedly
“Well, I missed you. We don’t see each other as much anymore”
Even though, the night was dark. The color of Neteyam’s face flushed brightly, a purple hue complimenting his features
“I missed you too” his eyes met yours, a silence setting before he spoke again “and I’m sorry I’ve been busy. I been meaning to make time for you, trust me I didn’t forget about y-”
You grabbed his hands stopping him, “Neteyam, Neteyam it’s okay. You don’t need to explain yourself. You’re a man now, I get it. You don’t have time to crush on me anymore”
The dramatic sigh after the end of you statement made him playfully roll his eyes
“Now you know damn well I’ll always have time to crush on you”
“You better” your hands met his knees to rub them gently
His stomach twirled as his eyes flickered from your hands back to your face
“Gosh I feel like such a cougar” you say back up abruptly, the loss of contact making his neck snap up
“It’s only a couple years” he whispered, shrugging as he kept his eyes on your face “plus I love me an older woman”
You smiled, tilting your head at him. His plump lips opening and closing slightly as if he was at a loss of words, his usual yellow eyes that turned green at night drowning in the forest
“You’re so handsome, y’know” you used your index finger to trace his cheek
His cheek heated up and he knew you felt it “and you’re so gorgeous”
“Don’t make me kiss you” you lifted your body up, using the palms of your hands as leverage to slightly hover over him
“Do it, please. I want you” his breath fanned against you face, eyes glistening while his brow bones furrowed
“You want it that bad?” you brushed your lips against his — like brushing a feather on them
He nodded quickly, his eyes going back and forth “yes, please”
That’s when you pressed your lips together. Softly grabbing onto his face, holding him place as you explored each other. The taste of his lips tasted like fruits and a hint of sweetness from the juice
He grabbed onto your lower jaw, his fingers right near your chin. Lips colliding with each other in rhythm. Tugs and teases between the two of you. You used the tip of your tongue to press against his mouth for access
He let out a small gasp, and you took the opportunity to slide your tongue in. Holding onto him by the back of his head to keep him in place. Getting on top and slowly grinding yourself on him, he whimpered from beneath you
“Mhm” he inhaled your scent, your chest in his view while he matched the grinding of your hips
You peppered kisses along his neck, whispered sweet praises in his ear — but then you stopped
“What” a drozy murmur left his throat while he instinctively humped the air
“Shhh” you giggled at him, hopping off of him to kneel infront of him “relax”
“I’ve been wanting to do this for so long” you whispered, kneeling down in front of his. Leaving soft wet kisses all over his stomach
“Y-you have?” his breath shuddered as he stammered over her words
A big smile formed on your face, flashing your teeth at him. You nodded your head “I have”
“I can’t ask you to do that”
“You didn’t ask, I’m offering”
He gulped, the move both audible and noticeable
He was.. nervous
You had known how nervous he got when it came to you, but you thought he would’ve grown out of that by now. Unless there was another for his behavior or you actually made him like that
“I have a question” your finger lightly traces his v-line, a quiet gasp leaving his mouth before he shut them completely
He looked down at you, his eyes glistening in the night. The green forming in them because of the moonlight — everything about him was so gorgeous
“How long have you have this little crush on me?”
“.. don’t laugh at me but”
You couldn’t help but find it amusing, smiling brightly at him while he avoided your gaze
“Well I like you too Neteyam” whispering as you kissed along his toned body — his thighs quivering at the contact
“You want me here?” you licked your lips as you pressed your hand against his clothed dick
“Y-yes, please mama” he begged, reaching for you hand as he held it in place
“What do you need baby?” you palmed him up and down
“Anything, give me anything as long as it’s from you”
“I gotchu, don’t worry” you smiled, perching your ass up on the heels of your feet as you reached for his loincloth “can I?”
He nodded eagerly, untying himself for you. The piece of clothing sliding off him once it loosened. Setting himself free — he was so hard it looked almost painful
“I’m gonna help you okay?”
“Yes ma’am”
You smiled, rubbing his thighs to ease him. Taking him in your hand experimentally. Trying to calm him, you softly tugged. Once a moan left his throat, you got confident
Stroking him up and down, you reached his swollen tip, smearing the leaking precum all over it. Then going back down swiftly — repeating it over and over again
You scooted closer, so you can have him directly in your face. Jerking his dick towards as you looked up at him, sticking your tongue out to taste him
He cursed incoherently under his breath, reaching down to hold onto your hair gently
Kissing his tip, you sucked on it slightly. Kissing it over and over again to only tease him a bit. Licking underneath his length with every other kiss
“That’s my big boy” he took note of the way you said it and couldn’t help but blush
“Oh fuck, mhm, fuck!” curses and whimpers left his mouth
“You like that?” your breath fanned over his throbbing tip
“Y-yes, I love it, please don’t stop” a whine strained from him as he threw his head back
You let out a satisfied hum before wrapping your wet lips around him. Swirling your tongue while you slurped him up — humming around him as his taste took over your mouth
You used your free hand that wasn’t holding him up between his thighs. Gliding your hand across the thick skin slowly. He shuddered — letting out heavy breaths once you he felt your hand cup his balls
Taking him down your throat inch by inch, you massaged him. Palming him softly while you took him down your throat. Bobbing you head up and down as you softly moaned around him
And Neteyam lost it
“Fuckkk”
“Oh great mother, you’re so good”
“I love you, I love you”
He held onto your head, both his hands resting on each side while he threw his head back. Growls and groans rumbling in his chest. The wet warmth of your mouth making him feel so good
His eyes traveled down to your face — the furrow in your eyebrows, the deep hallow of your cheeks as you took him like a champ, the slight bulge in your throat with each bob you made, your spit leaking out your mouth and sliding down his dick
He couldn’t help but be in awe
He massaged your head gently, wanting to make you feel as comfortable as he could. Putting one of his hands down to your cheek, swiping the little tears that fell from the corner of your eye
“You’re so pretty, you look so pretty right now. You should see yourself” whispers flew out his mouth — a moan slipping past with every word
You squeezed him, a way of thanking him for his praise. You wanted to look up at him but you had time for that later. All you wanted to do right now was focus on making him cum
“I’m close, you’re gonna make me cum” he whined, thrusting his hips up into your mouth with his eyes rolled back
You moaned around him, slowing down your head as you used to your to tug on him harder. Urging him to let go
“Shiiit, i’m cumming. I’m cumming baby” he groaned, his mouth dropping as his stomach tensed repeatedly
You sucked around his tip softly, jerking him slowly with your hand. Almost coming off of him all the way only to take him back down your throat deeply
Your eyes watered, the pressure of his tip hitting the back of your throat making you gag
But the gushy feeling being all he needed to come undone. He let out whimpers and cries as he came — praising you the whole time
“Thank you, oh thank you”
“Feel s’ good, mhm that was good”
“You’re so perfect”
You slowly took him out your mouth, a mix of cum and spit flowing out your mouth along with him. You hummed the whole time in satisfaction, swallowing the remains in your mouth
You looked at him, his neck strained as he opened and closed his eyes slowly. His high still taking over him
“So you do taste just as good as you look” he heard your voice speak up, he smiled deliriously
You bent down, sticking your tongue out to lick it up — you licked all over his thighs and stomach
Once again taking him into your mouth, closing your eyes and savoring the taste. You sucked all of the juices off — making the nastiest squelching noises as you did
“Baby, baby wait. Hold on” he whined, trying to gently move your bobbing head back
You smacked his hand away from you, desperate to suck him clean. Your neck twisting and turning along with your tongue
“Oh my fuckingggg” his jaw dropped, tears filling his eyes at the overstimulation but he loved every second of this
He didn’t know if he wanted you to stop keep or keep going, all he knew was that this was one of the best things he ever felt
“So good, how are you so good at this?” fisting his hand into the back of your head for support, feeling like he was about to pass out
Your eyes watered, the pressure of his tip hitting the back of your throat making you choke. But you got off to lick all over him instead
Meeting his eyes, you sent him a playful wink before kissing his sack
“You’re so good Neteyam, the best I could ever have, y’know that?” you eyed him lovingly while sending soft strokes
“Yeah, yeah I’ll be good for you. Only you I promise” loud pants left his mouth as he watched you, nodding eagerly
“Good” you demanded, standing up to meet his face
Only to press a loving kiss against his lips against his quivering ones — this definitely was not a one time thing
It’s not exactly how you planned to tell Neteyam that you’re pregnant, but when you’re in middle of war, things don’t always go to plan.
Warnings: fluffy, pregnancy, nausea, it’s just a drabble, nothing else?
“Keep going, ma’yawntu.” Neteyam’s voice is low but harsh, his hands urging you onwards. The blades of the RDA gunship behind you whir louder as it approaches. “We are almost there.”
A shaky breath parts your cracked lips and your hand mindlessly wanders to the lower part of your turning stomach. You’re not sure how much longer you can keep this up, not when you feel like this. Your legs trudge on and if Neteyam weren’t tugging you along you would’ve been dead by now.
“‘teyam…‘teyam.” Your voice trembles and your tongue rolls in your mouth. “Wait…I’m going to be sick, stop.”
Neteyam spins to you, looking at you like you’ve been hit. “What–? Sick how?”
You turn your head and your shoulders tense when you dry heave.
“Shit, okay, okay.” Neteyam curses under his breath, hands bracing your shoulders as he looks behind you. He herds you both behind a tree, keeping his hold on your shoulders as you let your wobbly knees give out and your back drags down the thick trunk. “Breathe. What’s happening?”
The nausea bubbles over and you turn your head to dry-heave again. You shake your head slightly, hand still resting on your abdomen. He looks you over, concerned and panicked, his hands gathering your hair together–out of your face. Neteyam looks around, scoping out the area for approaching threats. He doesn’t like that the RDA litters this place like ants in a nest. And more importantly, he doesn’t like the fact that you’re like this.
Vulnerable.
“I don’t know…I’m sorry.” The apology is weak and breathless. You wipe the saliva from your mouth with the back of your hand and let your head rest on the tree trunk.
“Do not be sorry, just talk to me.” Neteyam’s hand presses firmly into your forehead. You’re not warm, not in the slightest. He wipes away the sweat beading at your temples, and he cups your cheek. “Did you eat something?”
“No, no.” You suck in a sharp breath, eyes squeezing shut as another wave of nausea ripples over you. You pant through it—maybe you just need to admit the obvious. What you’ve been avoiding for the past few days. “I…I think—”
Neteyam’s eyes narrow as they take in your pallor, the way your body trembles as your eyes flutter from dizziness. You’re in no shape to keep running. His head whips toward the sound of an amp suit coming your way, and he unsheathes an arrow from his back and loads his bow.
“We can’t stay here.” Neteyam says quietly as he crouches low, shifting his back slightly so he’s shielding you with his body.
“Neteyam—”
“We need to go.” He speaks breathily as he withdraws his arrow, huddling closer to you. “You are not safe here.”
Another dry heave catapults the words out of you before you can even process it.
“I-I think I’m pregnant.”
Time stops for Neteyam, evident in how the approaching amp suit seems to momentarily freeze. Enough for him to focus, to aim. The taut string snaps against his inner forearm and a mushroom of orange and red erupts from the metal contraption.
“What?”
Neteyam turns to you, kneeling before you, his hand finding your cheek again. He looks at you, his hard gaze softening when his eyes fall to your stomach. At how your hand has been there this entire time, protecting.
The realization slams into him, you’ve been pregnant, and running. Fighting. His hand, shaking with adrenaline, covers over yours entirely, his finger tips pressing softly into your belly. He feels it. He feels the energy radiating through the pads of his digits, that flicker of life right underneath where he touches.
“You’re…pregnant.”
Neteyam breathes hard as his eyes meet yours, inquisitive and glowing with a quiet fear. A deeper protectiveness. There’s more to protect now. You swallow the spit pooling in your mouth and shake your head.
“I don’t know. I’m not sure, I just…I’ve been sick.”
Any chance of you being pregnant is enough for Neteyam. This is no place for his mate. For his pregnant mate. You shouldn’t be here, in the middle of war. He shakes his head slightly, his hand gripping yours that lay fiercely over your belly.
“Come, ma’yawntu…we need to go now. Okay?” Neteyam coos, slipping his arm underneath you. He tenderly tugs you into his chest—you’re safest closest to him. “…I need to get you somewhere safe.”
heyy love!! hope your having a good day but i was wondering do you watch JJK and if you do, do you ever see yourself writing for toji/sukuna. 😣
hi baby!! and omgg i wanna get into anime so bad, i even been listening to k pop lol. but yes this is sum i def wanted to watch for a min and im down for writing abt them (from what i’ve seen they’re sexy 🤭)
Included characters: Neteyam, Ao’nung, Miles Quaritch, Tsu’tey.
⤷ ゛Neteyam ˎˊ˗
• you don’t know I’m courting you?, she is what i demand by @lilacnavi
• More than strangers, less than friends by @lolli-apop
• Competitive hate, Be brave, I’m worth it by @pandoraslxna
• A gift of the forest, The wind brought her back, a girl of the skies by @chromemolars
• Outsiders, the songcord, dangerously envy by @nyctophicbtch
• Craving you, say it again, submit to you by @delusionalwh6re
• Neteyam with feisty metkayina! reader by @teyamsilly
• Quiet kisses by @adrunkskeletonsduck
• Worried, worth it by @snitchesgetnobitches
• MY little doll, HIS, little doll, not your bro, MINE, not his by @imeow33
• Healers hands by @xluvablz
• A matter of breathing, Watching by @yoxiaogi
• Friendly fire by @jakeycore
• The poison, the poisoned, the tainted, the cured by @gigiszn
• Meeting your parents, ashes by @rhanakaya
• Too slow by @tinkerbelle05
• Bay-bee? Baby! By @lacedlies
• Neteyam x fem!promisedmate!omaticaya reader by @m9yaa
• The same little flower, the same little reward, the same bunny by @little-kikisdream
⤷ ゛Ao’nung ˎˊ˗
• Ruin me, my dearly detested, mine to tease by @pandoraslxna
• Please, don't prove them right, what courting? by @chromemolars
• Heartfelt, should’ve saved me sooner, courting rituals by @nyctophicbtch
• 9:43pm by @adrunkskeletonsduck
• Unashamed, not close enough, quiet desires by @swimthroughstars
• Hair fixing by @zynavatar
• He’s whipped by @imeow33
• Letter home by @spiderfunkz
• Traces of jealousy, tides between by @yoxiaogi
• I choose you by @slvqtore
• Gaining a new perspective, a new beginning by @aprilshowersbringmayflowerz
• Shut me up by @dasvidny4
• Winner by @gigiszn
• Ao’nung being jealous of the forest boys because of you by @dejacatt
• Oceans and subtle notions, Yours and his, Ao’nung’s guide to mate-lingo by @kikiisc0ld
• The tide that burns by @evvrloree
• I’m sorry, Forever, love by @beautifullytragicmess
⤷ ゛Miles Quaritch ˎˊ˗
• Mean bitch by @lilacnavi
• Sinner and saint, listen to me, helping hands, classified briefing, shiny little lie by @pandoraslxna
• Na’vi by @nyctophicbtch
• Blue salt by @koiibiito
• Forget me not by @fungateshortcakes
• Too blind to see by @chubbyreaderwriter
⤷ ゛Tsu’tey ˎˊ˗
• Sweetest reflection by @pandoraslxna
• A new love by @chromemolars
• A pandorian christmas by @dollzstrology
Going to post Part 2 soon because I couldn’t put everything here, If you wish to read about some other character check the profiles I mentioned, everyone is such a talented writer!
Im curious on how you produce your story lines, like how do you know the way your story is going to go? Im trying to continue a fic I created and I have such writers block that I dont even know where to begin anymore. But im dying to write more but I just cant create anything that seems good or interesting in my mind. How should I combat that?
haii!! i wanted to answer this before i got into requests again
but honestly i daydream/make up scenarios a lotttt, like to the point where i actually think im mental 😭 my best advice is to always play out your fic like it’s a movie and write how YOU want to
writers block is the most annoying mf you will ever get, you know what you wanna write but can’t get it out. my advice for that is to go by baby steps. write little by little, whenever you know what you wanna write write it down & your story will flow together eventually
Warnings: NSFW 18+, explicit sexual content, polyamorous relationship(M/M/F), threesome dynamics, established M/M relationship, friends to lovers, jealousy and possessiveness, sexual exploration and kinks, pegging, power dynamic/dominance (consensual), kissing, alcohol consumption, emotional vulnerability, and intimacy, strong explicit language, [if I forgot anything, please let me know]
Word Count: 13.5k
Disclaimer: All my characters are aged-up! If this makes you uncomfortable in anyway, please do not interact with my account or any of my posts.
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The sun had only begun to rise over Awa’atlu, casting streaks of gold across the turquoise sea. The ocean was calm this morning, its rhythm slow and patient, like it too was just waking. High above the shallows, ills skimmed lazily under the surface, leaving faint ripples in their path. Birds cried from the cliffs, and the salt-tinged breeze rolled through the village like a whisper greeting. It has been years since the Sully family had first arrived in Awa’atlu, battered by war and seeking sanctuary. And through at first, they had been outsiders, forest people with strange ways, and even stranger tongues, they had long since sunk their roots into the rhythm of the reef life.
Neteyam and Lo’ak, the sons of Jake Sully, had grown into their own here. The once tense lines in their shoulders had softened with familiarity. Their eyes had adjusted to the sunlit sea, and their limbs had learned the language of water. So had Kiri, who now wandered the reefs like they were extensions of herself. Even Tuk, the smallest Sully, now swam circles around others her age, curious, mischievous, and utterly fearless like her mother.
Then there was you. You had always lived in Awa’atlu. The reef was your first language, the sound of waves your oldest lullaby. Tsireya had been your best friend since you could walk. You two were inseparable, always whispering secrets in the moonlight or sneaking out to ride ilu long after curfew. So, when she started seeing Lo’ak, t was only natural you’d get swept into the tide of their world. “Come with me,” she had said one night, eyes dancing with mischief. “Lo’ak’s going to dive with his brother. I want you to meet them properly.” You had raised a skeptical brow. “I’ve seen them.”
Seen,” she corrected, “but not met. You’ll like Kiri. She’s quiet, but strange like you.” She winked, teasing. That night you followed her through the shallows, feet kicking up bioluminescent trails as you swam out to the cove where the Sully siblings often gathered. Lo’ak had greeted you first, warm, grinning, always trying to impress. Kiri gave you a cautious but sincere smile. Tuk had been adorable, immediately trying to braid your hair. And Neteyam…Neteyam had simply looked at you. Deep, steady, unreadable. As if he were trying to solve a puzzle without any of the pieces. Aonung, on the other hand, barely said a word.
You knew him already, of course. Everyone did. He was the Olo’eyktan’s son, the next in line, the strongest diver, the fastest swimmer. He was also Tsireya’s brother, which meant he had been around you for most of your life. But he never acknowledged you before, never had a reason to. You were just his little sister’s best friend. Back then, that suited you just fine. He was arrogant, loud, and handsome in a way that made your throat feel dry. It annoyed you. But things began to change slowly like the tide pulling sand from under your feet without you noticing. Tsireya and Lo’ak’s relationship blossomed first. They were a perfect storm. Her grace and clarity balancing his fire and recklessness. The village whispered at fist, but after a while no one questioned it. Loa’k softened with her, and she lit up around him like the sea catching fire at sunset. They were perfect for each other.
One evening, while helping with net repaired you found tsireya humming to herself distracted. “You’re thinking about him again,” you teased. “I always am” she smirked. “And your brother?” You asked normally. “Aonung…” she glanced up. “He’s thinking about someone too.” That caught your attention. But she didn’t elaborate. It wasn’t long before everyone realized that Aonung and Neteyam were… something more. It had started with long training sessions that turned into wrestling matches. Then the wrestling became more playful, more frequent. Then came the late-night swims, just the two of them. The way they stood a little too close. How Neteyam’s hand lingered on Aonung’s back when they laughed. You’d seen it. Everyone had. And it broke something small inside you, though you never said a word. You weren’t sure which one had caught you attention first, Neteyam with his quiet, observant strength, or Aonung with his cocky smirks and intense eyes. Either way, they had chosen each other, and you were happy for them. Genuinely. Still… every now and then, you let yourself look.
One afternoon, you were lounging on a sum warmed rock near the shallows with Tsireya, letting the salt dry on your skin. Your top was barely there, woven shells and sea threads that left little to the imagination, but that was the way of Metkayina fashion. Your hips were draped in the netted wrap that clung when wet and fluttered when fury. You laughed at something Tsireya said and tossed your head back, baring your thorax to the sun. Unbeknownst to you, two sets of eyes caught the movement. Neteyam, from where he stood cleaning his spear nearby, paused mid-motion. Aonung, sharpening a blade, glanced up at the same moment... their eyes met and held. Neteyam’s brow arched slightly, as if asking you too? Aonung scold, but not at you. At Neteyam. “You’re staring,” Aonung muttered. Neteyam tilited his head unbothered. “So are you.
“I looked once.” Neteyam continued his stare and countered him. “Twice.” Aonung grunted, then returned to his blade, Neteyam smirked to himself and went back to his spear, but neither of them looked particularly focused after that.
After that, Neteyam and Aonung…. or maybe just Neteyam, stared at you liked he’d never seen beauty like that before. Aonung constantly coughs him too. How could he not? All Neteyam did when he has even a second was look for you. He wasn’t exactly fond with the fact his boyfriend was staring at a woman, but… Aonung didn’t know if he could really blame him sometimes.
It was mid day, and the light filtered through the ocean in long, golden shafts. You were just beneath the surface, swimming alongside Tsireya and Kiri, your body fluid and precise in the water. You laughed, bubbles rising as you spun through a narrow coral tunnel, your bettered wrap fluttered behind you like a second skin. You surfaced first, flipping your hair back with a graceful toss, droplets scattering into the sun like diamonds. You pushed up onto a rock, arching your back and stretching your arms with a soft sigh, unaware of the fighter standing waist deep a few feet away.
Neteyam had been watching from the moment you disappeared beneath the surface. He wasn’t even sure why. There was nothing unusual about you diving, Metkayina were born to the sea. But the way you moved, the curve of your waist, the strength in your thighs as you launched yourself from the water, it was hypnotic. Aonung swan up beside him, barely noticing at first. But when neteyam didn’t answer his teasing nudge, he followed his gaze. “…you good syulang?” Aonung asked, voice low. Neteyam blinked. “…Y-Yeah” Aonung tilted his head and looked at you again. You were laughing now, adjusting the wrap that clung to your hips, speaking to Tsireya about the size of a manta you’d seen deeper out. Neteyam didn’t even hear the words. Aonung narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. “You watching her now?” Neteyam smirked, unfazed. “You jealous?” Aonung asked coolly, “should I be?” Though there was a flicker of tension in his jaw. Neteyam just chuckled, which didn’t help.
Another instance, the village was celebrating a good hunt, and the air was thick with the scent of roasted fish and sea-salt smoke. You were dancing with a group of friends near the fire, hips swaying to the beat of hand drums, laughter spilling from your lips as your movements matched the pulse of the celebration. You weren’t even trying to be seductive it was just how you moved, how comfortable you were in your skin. Your wrap was hitched slightly higher than usual, and your top, tied in a cross over your chest, left most of your back bare. You spun once, then twice, your arms above your head.
Neteyam was leaning on a driftwood post just behind the fire circle, his eyes locked on you the entire time. His beer sat untouched in his hand. The light from the flames danced across your skin, catching in your jewelry, glinting off the beads woven into your hair. Kiri slid in beside him and nudged his ribs. “You’re staring again.”
“I am not,” he muttered, too quickly. She laughed. “Please. You didn’t even blink the last thirty seconds.” He tore his eyes away, adjusting his stance. Aonung wasn’t far behind. He’d been joking with Lo’ak when he glanced over and caught the way Neteyam’s gaze tracked your every movement. His smile faded. He walked up to him, placing himself slightly in front, blocking the view. “She’s a good dancer, huh?” Aonung said, voice tight. Neteyam gave him a slow look. “You tell me.” Aonung didn’t laugh.
Another time was an early morning on the beach; you liked to rise early. Most of the village didn’t stir until the light reached the cliffs, but you were always on the sand before that, taking time to stretch, warm up, and greet the sea in peace. This morning, you were doing exactly that, arms raised as you balanced on a flat stone at the edge of the water, hair pulled into a loose braid, top tied low across your chest. You didn’t notice the pair of footsteps down the beach.
Neteyam and Aonung had planned to meet for early sparring, but they both slowed as they saw you. You were moving through soft stretches, nothing martial, nothing powerful, but there was grace in it. The slow arch of your back as you leaned, the roll of your hips, the soft breath you let out as you tipped into a deep bend. Neteyam stopped walking. “She does that every morning?” Aonung shot him a side glance. “You’d know if you were actually here on time.”
Neteyam didn’t reply. His eyes were on the way your fingers brushed your thighs, adjusting your wrap before you walked toward the water, not bothering to look behind you. “She doesn’t even know,” Neteyam said, almost to himself. “Know what?” Aonung asked, though he already knew. “How… she looks. What she does.” Aonung tensed, folding his arms across his chest. “You wanna go spar or stand there drooling like an idiot?” he snapped. Neteyam’s jaw twitched. “What’s your problem?”
“You’re my problem,” Aonung said sharply, stepping closer. “You’re supposed to be watching me, remember?” There was silence between them. Then Neteyam’s expression softened. He reached out, placing a hand on Aonung’s chest. “I’m always watching you. But she’s…” Aonung muttered, voice low. “Shes nothing serious. Just… distraction.” But they both knew that wasn’t true anymore.
Then the day finally came, he actually approached you. It was just one of your usual hangouts—something casual and familiar. The sky was painted in sunset colors, and the tide had pulled back enough to expose a wide stretch of soft sand along the edge of the reef. Lo’ak and Tsireya were tangled together in the shallows, mock-wrestling and laughing. Tuk and Kiri were off stacking shells into towers, half-focused and half-arguing. Aonung wasn’t there yet, he had gone out on a late dive run with his father.
You were sitting alone for the moment, legs tucked to the side as you braided strands of seagrass into a cord, humming to yourself, your top loose and your wrap tied low over one hip. The salt breeze kissed your skin, and the sun made everything glow, your eyes, your smile, the sheen along your collarbone. And Neteyam saw all of it. He had been pretending not to, of course. For weeks. But something had shifted after the bonfire, after the morning on the beach. It had grown harder and harder to pretend it was all innocent. The way your voice curled around words, how your laugh made his chest flutter, how his eyes always seemed to find you before his mind could catch up. This time, he didn’t hesitate. “Mind if I sit?” You glanced up, surprised, but not unpleased. “Sure.” He settled beside you, close but not too close. Close enough to smell the clean ocean on your skin. You held up your half-finished braid. “Trying to make something for Tsireya’s hair. But I think it’s turning into a seaweed knot instead.” Neteyam smiled, soft and lopsided. “Looks good to me.” You chuckled. “That’s because you don’t wear them.”
“I might if you made them,” he offered, just a little too smooth. You raised a brow. “Flirting with me, Sully?” He didn’t blink. “Maybe.” You blinked. You weren’t expecting him to admit it. Heat bloomed beneath your skin, and you laughed, unsure of what else to say. Neteyam leaned in slightly, voice lower now. “You look good when you laugh.” You dropped your gaze to the braid in your fingers. “You shouldn’t say things like that.” Neteyam tilited his head at your words. “Why not?”
“You’re taken,” you said simply, trying to make it a joke, though it came out too honest. But Neteyam’s eyes didn’t leave yours. “Doesn’t mean I’m blind.” Your breath caught, but you masked it with another quiet laugh, shaking your head. “You’re dangerous.”
“I haven’t even started,” he murmured, his tone soft and teasing. You should’ve pulled back. But you didn’t. You tilted your head, smiling faintly. “So start, then.” And that was when you heard him, Aonung. His footsteps hit the sand with more force than usual, and before either of you could react, he was standing over the two of you, still dripping from the sea, chest rising with each breath. You looked up casually. “Hey. You’re late.” Neteyam turned slightly, giving his boyfriend a cool smile. “We were just talking.” Aonung’s eyes didn’t even flicker to you. They were pinned on Neteyam, sharp and unreadable. “Just talking, huh?”
“Relax,” Neteyam said, casually brushing a bit of sand off his thigh. “You’re acting like I dragged her into the sea.” You stood up then, brushing off your legs. “Is something wrong?” Aonung finally looked at you, and you could feel the storm in his chest. “No,” he said flatly. “Not yet.” There was a pause. Tension crackled like lightning just beneath the surface. “Want to join us?” you offered lightly, trying to cut it. Aonung’s eyes moved back to Neteyam. “Yeah. I think I will.” Neteyam stood too, towering beside you now, his expression unreadable. Aonung stepped closer, too close. His voice dropped low, just for Neteyam. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” Neteyam matched his tone. “I was just talking.”
“Yeah, I saw how close you were talking.” You frowned, watching them both. “Do I need to leave?”
“No,” they both said at once, too quickly. Aonung dragged a hand through his wet hair and turned away, heading down the beach without another word. Neteyam sighed and glanced at you, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry about that.”
“…Are you two fighting because of me?” Neteyam’s eyes searched yours. “Not just because of you sweetheart.” That didn’t help.
The sun had long dipped below the horizon, casting the village in moonlight and shadows. The celebration had died down. Most of the others had drifted off, leaving only the hush of waves and the creak of woven huts swaying in the ocean breeze.
Neteyam had been sitting on the edge of the platform overlooking the shallows, legs dangling over the edge, absently running his fingers through the rope netting beside him. He didn’t need to look up to know Aonung was approaching, his heavy, purposeful footsteps announced him long before he arrived. “I thought you’d come find me,” Neteyam said quietly, eyes still on the sea.
“I thought I’d calm down first,” Aonung replied, voice flat. “Didn’t work.” Neteyam finally turned his head, brows drawn. “You gonna hit me?” Aonung took a moment before answering. “Tempting.” Neteyam shifted. “I didn’t do anything.” Aonung looked at him. “You flirted with her. In front of everyone.. in front of me.”
“She didn’t know I was flirting.” He knew damn well that was a lie. They both did. “Oh yeah? Then why were you leaning into her like that? Why were you laughing like she was your new favorite song?” Neteyam stood slowly, muscles tense. “It was harmless.”
Aonung stood up, looking at Neteyam. “Not to me.” They stood there for a beat, just breathing, both of them full of tension, chest to chest in the moonlight. Aonung’s voice cracked slightly, not from weakness, but from the weight behind it. “You don’t look at me like that anymore.” That stopped Neteyam cold. Aonung didn’t let it go.
“You used to,” he said. “Every time I walked into a room, you looked at me like you were starving. Now I catch you looking at her that way, and I get silence when I call it out.”
“I still look at you in that way.” Neteyam said, but it was barely above a whisper. “I still want you.”
“But you want her too,” Aonung shot back, raw and open. “Don’t lie to me, Neteyam. Not with your mouth, not with your damn eyes.” There was a long, aching pause.
“I do want her,” Neteyam admitted finally. “I can’t lie about that. I don’t even know when it started. It’s not that I love you less—”
“That is not how it feels.” LNeteyam reached out, gripping Aonung’s arm tightly. “Look at me. I’ve never once looked at anyone else the way I look at you. But she’s… different. She’s not trying. She just is. And it’s like I can’t ignore it anymore.” Aonung stared at him, teeth clenched. “And what? You want both of us?” Neteyam hesitated. Then: “Maybe.”
“You’re insane.” Silence again thick and bitter. “Maybe.” The kind that could either break something, or forge something new. But neither of them spoke again that night.
The next morning, the sun hadn’t fully risen when you pulled Tsireya aside, away from the village center. The two of you walked barefoot down the stretch of pale sand near the rocks, water brushing over your ankles as you moved in silence. You finally exhaled and turned to her. “Okay. I need to ask you something.” Tsireya raised an amused brow. “So serious already? It’s not even breakfast.”
“I think…” You hesitated. “I think something weird is going on. With Neteyam. And Aonung.” She didn’t react. You continued. “Last night, Neteyam came up to me while you guys were playing around in the water. We talked. He was, different. Teasing. Flirty. Not subtle. And then Aonung showed up and lost it.”
Tsireya’s expression remained unreadable. “…They’re together, right?” you asked, uncertain. “I’ve seen the way they act. They’re not just best friends.” Tsireya nodded slowly. “They’re together. Have been for a while.”
“So… is Neteyam cheating on him?” she quickly responded shaking her head. “No. He’d never. Neither would Aonung.”
“Then what was that last night?” Tsireya sighed and touched your arm gently. “It’s not about cheating. It’s about… wanting more than one thing. Maybe he wants more than one person.”
You blinked. “You think he… wants me?”
“I know he does. It’s in the way he looks at you, he might think people does notice but I have, so has Lo’ak.” You stared at her. “He stares at you when you’re not looking,” she continued repeating herself. “So does Aonung sometimes. It’s not just physical, either. They like you. Both of them. I’m not sure if Aonung noticed yet but I’m sure he does”
“But they’re with each other.”
“And maybe they’re trying to figure out if they can be with you too.” You stared out toward the ocean, heart pounding. “That doesn’t make sense,” you say softly. “Why me?”
“Because you’re beautiful,” Tsireya said without hesitation. “You don’t even know what you do to people. You’ve always had this… presence. You make people feel like they’re in the sun when they’re around you.” You swallowed. “I thought they weren’t into girls,” you said. “At least not like that.”
“They’re into you for sure.” You fell quiet again. After a long pause, you whispered, “What if I want them too?” Tsireya smiled, knowing. “Then you’re in for a very complicated, very intense time.”
The sky was shifting again, painted in soft purples and deep indigo, with stars beginning to wink into view above the sea. Most of the village had gone quiet for the night, but you found yourself walking along the sand, unable to sleep. The tide was gentle, rolling in low waves that kissed the shore like they were trying not to wake it. You were halfway down the reef wall when you saw him, Neteyam, sitting alone on one of the large logs just beyond the edge of the torches, where the firelight didn’t quite reach. His elbows were resting on his knees, gaze fixed on the sea, but you could tell he wasn’t really looking at it.
You hesitated for a moment, then padded closer. “Running from something?” you asked. His eyes lifted to you. The flicker of a smile tugged at his lips. “No. Just thinking.”
“Dangerous.” He chuckled lowly. “Only when I think about you.” You paused. “You’re not subtle, are you?” He shifted, patting the spot beside him. “Only when I want to be.” You sat, curling your legs beneath you. The silence was easy at first, comfortable. The air between you was warm, though not from the fire. It was something else. You glanced at him. “So, what’s your deal?” He blinked. “My deal?”
“With me.” a slice smile curved on his lips. “You noticed.” 
“You were very noticeable.” He turned to face you more fully, resting his arm behind you on the log, voice softer now. “I’ve noticed you for a long time. You just never looked back.” You scoffed lightly. “That’s not true.”
“No?” he asked, brow raised. “I just thought you were taken.” Neteyam leaned in a little closer, eyes flicking to your mouth, then back to your eyes. “Doesn’t mean I can’t want….or look”
You looked at him, heart thudding. “Want what?”
“You.” You exhaled slowly. “Is that fair? To Aonung?” He didn’t flinch. “I’m not asking for permission. I’m asking if you want me back.” You paused for a long moment. “Maybe I do.”
He smiled, slow and full of intent. “Then I don’t feel guilty about looking at you the way I do.”
“You look at me like… I’m already yours.” He leaned closer, voice like a hush of wind through the mangroves. “Maybe you are.” You swallowed thickly, the space between you buzzing with heat. But then, his gaze softened, he leaned back slightly, letting the air cool again. “I like this,” he said quietly. “Just talking. No hiding.” You smiled. “Me too.”
“You make it easy,” he said. “You’re… effortless. Everything about you is easy to want.” Your breath caught in your chest. “And if I wanted both?” he asked suddenly, voice low. You met his eyes. “Then you’d need to talk to him first.” He nodded. “Yeah. I know.” And from the shadows behind the huts, not as hidden as he thought, Aonung watched.
The next day, the air was heavy with the scent of salt and heat. Neteyam was crouched near the hanging racks of dried kelp, tying off bundles when he heard the familiar heavy footsteps. He didn’t look up. “You gonna keep stalking me, or actually talk this time?” Aonung didn’t laugh. “You think this is funny?”
“Little bit.” Aonung stepped closer. “I saw you. Last night. With her.”
Neteyam stood, brushing his hands on his thighs. “We talked.”
“You flirted.”
“We talked.”
Aonung’s voice grew sharper. “You looked like you were about to pull her into your lap.” Neteyam smirked. “If I wanted to, I would’ve.”
That did it.
Aonung grabbed his arm, forcing him to look at him. “What are you doing, Neteyam?”
Neteyam finally dropped the teasing tone. “You know me. You’ve always known me. I’ve never been the saint people think I am. Forest or reef, I’ve had my share.”
“Yeah,” Aonung said bitterly. “Boys. Girls. You never stopped.”
“Not until you.” The words hit different. Aonung flinched.
“You were the one I wanted to stay for,” Neteyam said, voice quieter now. “You grounded me. You still do.”
“Then what the hell is this with her?” Neteyam’s mouth twitched. “She’s not just some passing crush.” Aonung narrowed his eyes. “You serious about her?”
“I don’t know yet,” Neteyam admitted. “But I can’t lie and say I don’t want her. I do. Badly. And maybe you’d see it too if you’d actually stop glaring at her like she stole something from you.”
Aonung’s jaw tightened. “You’re saying I should just… want her too?”
“I’m saying maybe we both do. And maybe we don’t have to pretend we don’t.” Silence stretched between them. Then Neteyam stepped closer, voice low. “You ever looked at her? Really looked at her?” Aonung didn’t answer. Neteyam smirked. “You will now.” Neteyam wasn’t anything if he didn’t know how to get his way. He was well respected,
The day passed slowly, lazy sun and slow currents, villagers going about their routines, laughter and children’s shouts echoing in the distance. But for Aonung, everything felt off. The air clung too hot, too thick. Or maybe that was just his mood. Neteyam had been at his side all morning, calm and infuriatingly persistent. He kept trying to talk about you, mostly. About what he felt. What he saw. And Aonung was trying, truly, to ignore every damn word of it. They were gathering spearheads on the far side of the reef when Neteyam circled him for the third time that day.
“You ever notice the way she talks?” Neteyam asked, voice low and smooth, like honey melting on fire-warmed rock. “Like she’s always tempting someone without meaning to.” Aonung rolled his eyes. “You’re obsessed.” Neteyam just smiled. “Her voice, though. That low curl in it when she laughs. Or how soft it gets when she’s close, like she’s whispering even when she’s not.” Aonung grunted, turning away.
“And the way she moves?” Neteyam contents, undeterred. “It’s not even dancing. It’s just her. The way her hips sway when she walks, like she’s not even trying.” Aonung unshaded sharply espresso his nose. “I’m not doing this with you.” Neteyam stepped closer, “you don’t have to pretend. I know how your mind works ma yawntu.” Aonung looked at him, “she is my sister’s best friend.”
“Exactly,” Neteyam was grinning now, “isn’t that even hotter?” Aonung looked at him like he’s late lost his mind. “I mean think about it,” Neteyam continued, voice low, teasing. “Tsireya hates when we even joke too close to her. Can you imagine her face if she ever knew what we were thinking about doing to her best friend?”
“Thinking about doing?” Aonung scoffed. “You mean what you’re thinking about doing?” Neteyam dipped in, chest brushing his boyfriend’s shoulder now. “I think about it all the time. Her mouth on me. Her mouth on you. Her between us, sweet, soft, and needy.” Aonung didn’t respond, but his jaw was tight, and his eyes had darkened. Neteyam leaned in, his lips brushing the shell of Aonung’s ear now, “It doesn’t take anything him what we have. It’s more. If still touch you the same, still fuck you like I always do. But with her there… watching, joining, worshiping” Aonung’s breathing hitched.
Neteyam reached around, his hand sliding slowly up Aonung’s bare stomach, teasing over his ribs. “You don’t see how she looks at you sometimes, do you? Like she’s trying not to. Like you’re too much for her to handle.”
“Stop,” Aonung whispered, though he didn’t move. But neteyam didn’t “I’d watch you take her,” he murmured. “I’d hold her down for you. I’d kiss you while you moved in her, just to see how long you could last.” Aonung’s hands curled into fists at his sides. “I’d taste her off you,” Neteyam breathed. Then taste you after.” Aonung turned suddenly grabbing neteyam by the jaw and gasps him hard, deep and messy, like he was trying to shut him up and drag him deeper all at once.
Neteyam groaned into it, letting his hands roam down Aonung’s back, gripping strong hips, grinding just enough to make his point very clear. When they broke apart Aonung was breathing hard, eyes wild. “You’re sick” he muttered. Neteyam licked his lips. “And you’re hard.” Neteyam leaned back in, lips grazing along his jaw this time. “Just imagine her watching. Begging to be touched. You touching her while I fuck you.” Aonung’s head dropped back with a hiss. “You want it,” Neteyam whispered. “Say it.” Aonung swallowed. “I want it.” Neteyam grinned, pressing one last, deep kiss to his mouth. “Good boy,” he said. “Then it’s time we give her a reason to look back.”
The moon hung low and full over the reef, glowing silver against the dark horizon. Awa’atlu buzzed with celebration, drums echoing across the shadows, firelight flickering on the surface of the waves, the scent of triggers meat and herbs carried on the wind. It was the kind of clan gathering that brought everyone out, every family, every child, every warrior dressed in their best. Neteyam and Aonung arrived late, not by accident.
They stepped into the light like two gods sculpted from sea drums and starlight. Neteyam in black and jade, his chest bare, patterned with sleek woven shells and inked markings that shimmered with oil. Aonung wore deep blue and silver, armbands coiled around his biceps, and ceremonial wrap slung low on his hips, exposing the sharp cut of his waist. Braided beads hung from his hairline, and a mantle fine reef leather shifted on his broad shoulders. They looked like Metkayina royalty, because in theirs they were. And the people parted as they walked though, unconsciously reacting to the power they carried. But neither of them noticed the stares.
The comment they stepped into the center of the gathering, they saw you. And it hit like a wave. You were dancing by the fires with Tsireya and Lo’ak, hip tilted, arms swaying above your head, eyes closed and lips parted in a smile. The music was slow and sultry, the kind that rolled through the body before it touched the ears. And the way you moved, goddess-like, unapologetic, completely unaware of the effect you had, stole the breath from Aonung’s lungs.
You were dressed in soft ocean green and pearl white. A tiny shell top clung to your chest, crisscrossed by strands f reef-thread, leaving the slope of your sides and the dip of you back bare. Your skirt was sheer, nearly translucent in the firelight, with high slits that flashed the smooth jungle of your thighs and the curve of your ass with every sway. Your hair was twisted into long, thick passion twists, glossy and curled at the bottom, falling down your back like a waterfall of silk and shadow. You turned, and the movement made you hips roll, your ass shakes in time with the drumbeat. Aonung’s mouth went dry. “Fuck” he muttered under his breath.
Neteyam, right beside him, grinned victoriously, ecstasy written all over his face, “now you see it.” He said low and smug. Aonung didn’t answer, he couldn’t. His eyes were locked on the way your bare feel brushed the sand, the soft glimmer of jewels along your waist, the lines of your thighs moving under the sheer fabric. “Can you just imagine that on top you?” Neteyam whispered, stepping close behind him. “Can you picture her riding you? Those twists bouncing… hands on your chest… head tipped back.” Aonung’s fingers flexed at his sides.
Neteyam chuckled darkly. “You’ve seen her a thousand times before. But not like this.” Aonung said quietly, eyes burning, “not like this.”
“She doesn’t even know how sexy she is” Neteyam’s voice curled hot against Aonung’s ear. “She doesn’t mean to do it, do you see? That makes it so much worse, doesn’t it? Sweeter. She has no idea how much she needs us” Aonung swallowed hard, “she doesn’t look at us that way.” Neteyam said, almost a purr, “yes the fuck she does.”
You turned again, this time your eyes opened, laughing at something Lo’ak said, your smile was bright and unguarded. Then your gaze caught them staring at the edge of the gathering. Your smile paused for just a moment. Because you saw them. The way they looked, sharp intense, almost too regal for the wildness of the night. Their eyes locked on you like they’d just found their next meal. And suddenly you felt bare, watched, chosen. Heat flushed your chest, and you ripped your gaze pretending to fix your wrap. But you felt it now, their attention.
Aonung’s breath dragged slowly through his nose, “she smiled” Neteyam said, triumphantly. “She looked away,” Aonung countered, but even he didn’t believe it. “She’s nervous. Curious, like you.” Neteyam said to him.
“I am not nervous” Aonung muttered, making Neteyam smirk and bump his shoulder, “then let go say hi.” Aonung hesitated but Neteyam’s hand slid around his back, resting low on his hip, voice dripping deeper, “or… we could just stand here and think about what she’s wearing. How easy it would be to untie that wrap. Slip your fines under her top. Feel her sin against yours, soft and hot and—” Aonung growled under his breath. “Stop” but is eyes never left you. “Why? You’re thinking about it too.” And he was, Eywa help him, he was.
The fire crackled high into the night sky, casting orange light over the vile of friends as you all sat sprawled on the smooth, warm sand. Shell-cups clinched softly as drinks were passed around, sweet, fermented fruit water with just enough kick to make everyone looser, louder, laughing a little longer than usual. You flipped down next to Neteyam, your thigh brushing his for just a second before crossing your legs. He didn’t pull away though. Lo’ak and Tsireya dropped besides you, Lo’ak falling on his back with a dramatic groan. “Eywa, I think I lost all feeling in my hips,” he said, hands thrown over his face.
Tsireya nudged hm with her elbow. “That’s because you dance like a busted eel.”
“Excuse you,” he said, sitting up. “I was leading”
“You were stumbling.”
“I was being artistic!” You giggled and leaned towards Tsireya, “I thought it was kind of cute”Lo’ak peaked up. “See! At least someone here appreciates me.” He turned to you, his tone instantly switched into his signature sultry smirk. “You know, you’re lucky I didn’t pul you for that long song. Might’ve made you fall in love with me.”
Neteyam rolled his eyes and sipped his drink, “here we go.” You tilted your head, amused. “Bold of you to assume I haven’t already.” Everyone laughed. Except Tsireya who gasped, eyes going wide in mock horror, “Lo’ak! Do not flirt with her! That’s my baby.” You cracked, clutching your cup, “Tsireya, I am not your child.”
“You are when he’s looking at you like that,” she said, swatting her brother across the chest. “Ow!” Lo’ak whined, “we’re just talking!”
“No. You’re being gross!” She sniffed, “I think I’m being smooth.”
“You’re being delusional.” You giggled at her words. “It’s ok Reya, I can handle it.”
“I will end him,” she warned dramatically, wagging her finger. “you’re too soft. Too sweet you don’t see it coming.” Lo’ak said. “You wound me.” Aonung groaned behind you. “Spare me.” Neteyam chuckled softly beside you, voice just for your ears. “you’re causing a scene.” Turn your head, catching the way he was looking at you, so close. His eyes were warm and amused, lips curved in that effortless smirk, that felt like it was only for you. Your faces were barely a breath apart; the sound of the fire and ocean blurred into the background for a moment too long. Your cheeks heated up.
The music faded into softer beats dancer, slow to catch their breath and laughed or drifted around gathering like smoke. You were still a little breathless from dancing. Your skin was warm your heart fluttering, but with a good feeling the kind that settles deep and made your bones feel light. Neteyam’s eyes drifted down to your legs. The chair skirt you wore sliding over your side as you stretched out your legs, revealing the length of one of your legs. His gaze lingered for a second too long you felt it, but you didn’t call it out. You just smiled and leaned back on your hands.
“You looked good dancing.” Neteyam sat quietly just for you you arched your brow, teasing “just good?” he chuckled. “Trying not to flatter you too hard. I like your ego exactly where it is.” you laughed, bumping his knee with yours. “Coward.” Aonung took a sip of his drink now on the other side of Neteyam. They both sat close leaning back on a piece of driftwood arch and he really looked at you.
Now that the sea had been planted, by Neteyam about the way you danced, the way your skin still shimmered under the fire light, Aonung was clearly seeing you. And the way your body lies just slightly towards his boyfriend? The way your smile did shy when you caught him looking. It wasn’t nothing. “You always wearing things like this?” Aonung asked, suddenly. You blinked, surprised by the question. “What? The skirt?” His eyes flickered down again, slow. “Mm. And that it’s distracting.”
Tsireya whipped around so fast Lo’ak nearly fell over. “Excuse me?” Aonung smirked, but you just laughed, “it’s fine, Reya,” you said with a smile lifting your cup, “it’s a compliment. I’ll take it.”
“No,” she deadpanned point in between the two of you. “You don’t get to flirt with her, you hormonal sea lizard. She’s my little friend.”
“I’m older than you.” You pointed out. “Not in my mind.” Aonung leaned in slights, grin wicked, “so… I can’t flirt with her even a little.”
“No.” He turned to look at you, voice low and sultry. “Even if she wants me too?” Tsireya made a sound like a strangled fish. “I swear to Eywa—” You waved her off, laughing. “Reya its fine. I’m good, he’s just playing.” Aonung’s eyes met yours, “not really” making your breath hitch.
Besides you Neteyam who hadn’t said a word since, casually reached for you cup since his was now empty and top a sip before handing it back, his fingers brushing. Yours just a bit too long, hen he shot aonung a lazy, smug glance. It was working.
You could feel it in the air. The way Neteyam’s me stay pressed lately against yours. In the way Aonung kept watching your mouth when you laughed. In the way Tsireya narrowed her eyes every time, her brother so much as glanced your way. And in the way, your stomach fluttered, wondering, what happens if they keep looking at me like that?
You didn’t remember exactly when your spot changed, just that one moment you were next to Neteyam, and then somehow your legs have been curled beneath you with him on your right and Aonung on your left. Both pressed close, like you’d always meant to sit that way. The heat from the fire licked over your skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat coming off the two of them. Both of them smells like salt and smoke and something darker, like tension you couldn’t name. Their arms brushed you every time they moved, and their thighs blocked you and completely. and the drinks hadn’t stopped coming.
The haze had settled into your limbs, softening everything even your ability to keep up with the stories and jokes Kiri was throwing around somewhere to your right. Your gaze drifted lazily forward. Tsireya in Lo’ak’s lap, her hands tangled in his hair as he kissed her like he needed her to breathe. Her top had slid slightly to the side. His hand was dangerously low on her hip. They were fully lost in each other, right in front of you. Right there.
You tried to look away. Neteyam leaned in. “That bothering you?” he asked you softly. You blinked up on him. “What?” His smile is low, teasing. “The way you’re watching them. I see the look in your eyes.” Aonung’s voice joined in, low in your other ear. “You curious about what that feels like?” Your skin prickled you try to smile to brush it off, but your heart was pounding. “It’s not—” he started, but Neteyam cut you off. “You don’t have to lie,” he said. “I’ve seen that look before. It’s okay to want.”
You swallowed hard, aware of just how close both bodies were now. Neteyam shifted slightly behind you one hand resting on the mat behind your back, his chest brushing your shoulder. “Want what?” you asked, almost a whisper. Aonung leaned in, close enough his voice tickled your skin. “To be touched like that. To be looked at like that.” Neteyam’s fingers drive lightly along the curve of your spine, casually, but not. “I bet you’d look so pretty falling apart like that. Just as soft.”
Your whole body flushed. You couldn’t even respond. He just stared ahead right as Lo’ak’s hands on Tsireya’s hoops. The way he gripped her how she arched into him. Neteyam followed your gaze again. “You like watching my brother?” he asked, voice darker now. “Wonder what it’d be like to have hands like his on you.” You gasped quietly. Because he wasn’t wrong. Aonung chuckled beside him. “She does.” Neteyam’s hand slid down, fingers tracing the bare skin at your lower back, “you could have better.”
“You could have us,” Aonung added. Your breath caught. “You wouldn’t have to wonder, you’d know.” Neteyam whispered. You couldn’t even look at them now your eyes locked on the sight of Lo’ak pulling Tsireya closer, lips dragging down her neck. Her soft moans were barely covered by the fires crackle. You squirm trying to shift your legs, but Aonung’s thigh pressed in, just slightly pinning you in place. Neteyam tilted head, boys like melted honey “tell me what you’re thinking.” You swallowed, “I don’t think I should.”
“You don’t have to think tonight.” he murmured. “Just feel.” Aonung leaned in and pressed his lips to your shoulder, the softest ghost of a kiss. “No one is watching by us.” you stared forward, breath coming faster now. But someone was watching. Neteyam noticed the way you kept flickering at his brother, at the way he touched, the way he took. And it did something wicked to him. Not jealousy, but inspiration. Because if you liked it, then maybe you were just waiting, aching, for someone to do the same to you.
“You want someone to take control like that?” he whispered. “Hold your hips like you’re theirs? Mouth on your neck? Making you melt in front of everyone?” You closed your eyes, thighs were squeezing together without meaning. Neteyam grinned, Aonung noticed and just like that the night shifted.
It was too much. The words. their eyes. The warmth of Neteyam’s hand now spread low across your back, fingers, gently teasing the hem of your sheer skirt. The way Aonung’s leg pressed to yours, firm, and on moving radiating heat like the fire itself. You haven’t spoken in minutes. You couldn’t. Because Tsireya and Lo’ak were still right there, tangled in each other’s mouths and moans, completely lost in the world and yet somehow, you were the one being undone. Quietly. Slowly. By the two boys fling you like predators in the dark. Aonung was the first to move again, just a glance down than a slow breath, and through his nose like he could smell what it was doing to you. Neteyam leaned into your ear, breath, heavy now lips brushing the shell of it. “Stand up.” You trying to look at him lips parted. His eyes instinctively dropped through your mouth. “Come with us.”
You hesitated, not from fear but from everything else. The pounding in your chest, the fire in your belly, the slick heat between your thighs that had been building since the moment he touched your back. Aonung’s voice came from above you, “no one will notice...if that’s what you’re worried about.” You looked up at him, on his feet, offering a hand down to you. His chest gleamed in the firelight, eyes unreadable, jaw clenched like he was holding himself back. And Neteyam rose besides him, slower, watching you. “That’s not something I care about.” You whisper as you took Aonung’s hand.
He pulled you up, not gently, but not roughly either, he pulled you up deliberately. Like he’d wanted to feel your body pressed against his when you rose. You were once again surrounding, they were taller than you, broader, warmer. You looked between them, you all knew there was no need to exchange more words, but Neteyam still spoke up, not wanting you to feel pressured, “Still time to change your mind if you don’t want this princess”
You shook your head, Neteyam’s face was so close, you could’ve kissed him right there, “I do want to.” That was all it took. Aonung gave your hand a tug, and Neteyam moved with you, each of them guiding you away from the firelight, away from the noises and music and the wet sounds of Tsireya and Lo’ak. The walk was short but familiar, you knew exactly where they were taking you the moment you passed the hanging strands of the shells that marked the path to their shared mauri. It was built on the edge of the reef, half sheltered by mangrove and stone. The sea breeze whispered through the woven walls, and from the outside it was dark.
When Neteyam pulled the flap open and guided you inside, the dark felt electric. You stood there, heat thudding in your ears, the fire from outside still dancing behind your eyes. He slid past you, brushing his hand over your back going to start a fire for light and Aonung followed in letting the flap close shut behind him, blocking you three out from the world. You were alone ow, truly alone.
Neteyam turned, eyes heavy with heat. “You’re sure?” He asked again. You nodded, “I’ve never been more sure.” Aonung’s hands slid over your hip from behind and you gasped softly at the contact. He leaned in, mouth on your next. “Good.” Then they took you. Not roughly, not with impatiences. But like they’d been waiting for this. Like they’d dreamed about it, talked about it, imagined it together again and again, until they knew exactly how to begin.
Neteyam kissed you first, slow and deep, one hand cradling your face and other sliding up your side. His lips were warm, and the soft hum he gave when you kissed him back nearly broke you in half. Aonung pulled at the sheer skirt on your hips, but he didn’t push it down. His mouth moving to your shoulder, the lower. His large hands explored your body with hunger, firm but reverent. You gasped, breaking the kiss. “You’re shaking,” Neteyam whispered, his forehead pressed to yours. “I know…” you said breathlessly.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” Aonung said from behind you. Neteyam captured your mouth again, and Aonung pressed closer behind, and between them you melted. One of his hands still ghosted over your sides while the other toyed at the knots on your top. Neteyam pulled back, his golden eyes dragging over every inch of your body with open hunger. “Take that off,” he said softly, tapping the knot of your top with one knuckle.
Before you could raise your hands, Aonung’s fingers fiddled with the stings pulling them loose one by one. The fabric fell in his hands and he tossed it aside; your chest now bare in the flickering light. Both of them stilled. Aonung’s breath hitched behind you and Neteyam stepped forward again, cupped your jaw. “So fucking pretty,” he murmured.
His mouth was hot, commanding, his body pressed yours into Aonung’s behind you even more. You felt their chest against you, Neteyam’s hand in your hair, Aonung’s fingers sliding your skirt down your hips, then lower, then the skirt pooled at your ankles. Now you were completely bare, between them flushed and trembling. And yet burning from the inside out. “On the bed. Both of you.” Neteyam said.
You blinked before Aonung’s brow arched, but he obeyed, and you followed him, heart pounding. The mat was thick with furs and sea leather, soft beneath your knees, you were about to lay down but Neteyam’s hand on the back of your neck stopped you. “No, stay up.” His eyes flickered to Aonung, “On your back.” Aonung moved without question, stretching out beside you, half lidded eyes fixed on his boyfriend. Neteyam came down over his, hand off your neck now as he leaned down and kissed him hard, rough, biting. Aonung groaned into his mouth, hands gripping Neteyam’s shoulders like he didn’t know whether to push or pull. You sat wide eyed, chest rising faster with each second. You had never seen them like this. You’d always assumed Aonung was the one who took the lead, but no. It was Neteyam, dominant and unrelenting.
He pulled back, breathless. “Touch her,” he said to Aonung. “But don’t come.” Aonung’s eyes blew wide but he nodded. You gasped when his hands found your waist, then your breast, his fingers tugging at your nipples until you were arching into him, mouth parted in a moan. “Look how sensitive you are,” Neteyam circled you slowly, his eyes devouring every reaction. “You like his hands on you, baby?” You nodded, eyes half shut. “Yeah?” He said, stepping in front of you again. “Then you’ll love mine.”
He knelt between your legs, and the next thing you felt was his mouth on your neck, your chest, trailing heat down your stomach while Aonung’s hands kept worshipping your curves. Neteyam’s lips reached the inside of your thigh, and he dragged his tongue up your body, slowly, cruel, wet. Your back arched as he moaned and he growled low and proud.
Suddenly you were on your back, pulled there by strong hands, you weren’t even sure who’s, Neteyam kissed you again, while Aonung moved down, now taking. His turn between your thighs. You whimpered when you felt his tongue, his mouth, hot and eager, burying himself in you like. He couldn’t breathe without it. You moaned into Neteyam’s moth and he smiled. “You like him eating you out while I kiss you?” He whispered against your lips, “Y-yes—”
“Good girl.” You didn’t spect how hard those words would hit. You were gasping now, body rocking between them, fingers tangled in Neteyam’s hair, your other hand in Aonung’s. And just when you thought it couldn’t get more intense, they switched. Now Neteyam was between your thighs, and stars… he was so much worse. He licked like he knew what he was doing, groaning into your core, holding your hips down as you writhed, crying out his name.
Aonung kissed you through it, hand tangled with yours, eyes watching your face like he needed to see every twitch, every moan. “Cum.” Neteyam commanded. “Right now.” And just like that, you did. Even then, they didn’t stop, because then it was about them, but not without you. Neteyam pulled back, face shining, purples blown wide with hunger. He yanked Aonung back by this hair now balled up in his fist and kissed him deep, wet with your taste still on his tongue.
You watched, breathless as their bodies tangled when Neteyam pushed Aonung onto the bed beside you and straddled him, hands pinning Aonung’s wrist to the bed, rutting into him until Aonung was groaning, begging, whispering things you didn’t understand. You raised slightly sitting up now more than your previous position, eyes locked on them. Your hand lowered down your body toying with your already sloppy clit as you watched them, because how could you not?
Neteyam turned his head, eyes locking on you. “Touching yourself for us?” He asked catching your movements immediately. You nodded bitting your lip as he responded, “good, keep it nice and wet, we’re not done with you yet.” His voice was ragged. Aonung reached for you, pulling you back between them, your leg thrown over. His hip as Neteyam pressed behind you now, lol of you tangled, mouths everywhere, touching, kissing, tasting.
The air inside the mauri thickened even more, warn with the scent of skin. Your body still trembling from the wave of release, but the fire inside you only grew hotter, brighter. Neteyam’s breath was heavy as he leaned down putting his weight on your back pressed in’s you tight between them. His lips ghosted down the curve of his throat, trailing kisses that made Aonung arch up and shiver. You shifted from between them on the other side on Aonung’s neck, mocking the movements Neteyam made. Your fingers trailed lines on their skin, Aonung’s chest, Neteyam’s back, his strong arms. While Aonung’s hand slid down your side, steady and strong. You raised from your stop and moved down to behind Neteyam pushing his body off Aonung to the side, but he didn’t even lift from his spot, bruising his boyfriend’s skin.
Neteyam’s hand slid lower, tracing from his shoulder to his collarbone, then down to his hip. You lowered your head, heart pounding, breath hitching as you untied his tweng, throwing it aside and leaned in to take Aonung’s length into your mouth. Warm, thick, and hard. Your tongue circled his sensitive tip, tasting the salt and musk of him, your cheeks hollowing as you sucked gently.
Aonung groaned, his fingers tangled in your hair, steady but urgent. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Eywa, you’re perfect.” Neteyam’s hand slid into your hair, caressing your scalp, the. Pulling gently so your mouth opens wider. You obeyed, the heat of Aonung filling you, your lips moving in slow, teasing strokes. Neteyam’s lips trailed down Aonung’s chest, until he was lowered to your level. While your tongue stayed swirling his tip, Neteyam’s mouth, hot and hungry latched onto Aonung’s length.
The mix of breath, tongue and wet lips sent shivers through your body, the noises he made had you pooling slick. You pulled back enough to meet Neteyam’s eyes for a second, they were blow wide with the thinnest trace of gold. His fingers tangled once again in your hair pulling you back in sync with him and you both moved in perfect sync. Aonung’s hips bucked slightly into your mouth, your tongue worshiped him with every breath.
When Neteyam’s hand slid down beneath you, sliding between your thighs, your body arched involuntarily. His fingers found the slick wetness gathering there, stroking slow and firm, making you tremble. “You taste like the ocean,” he murmured again Aonung’s skin. “Fuckk” he groaned in response. Your mouth left Aonung’s length only long enough to breathe, to pant and moan your own need. Then Neteyam’s fingers pressed slow and deep, adding his own rhythm to you. His mouth pulled back licking a path from his boyfriend’s balls to the base of his cock before wrapping his lips around him again, sucking hard.
Aonung’s hips snapped up, voice thick with pleasure. “You’re driving me crazy,” he mumbled into the air. Your knees pressed into the soft mat beneath you, body shaking with need. Neteyam’s lips slid off with a pop, and he moved to kiss you, soft, deep and possessive. His hands exploring your curves and pulling you closer again while stroking Aonung off at the same time. “Come for us,” Neteyam whispered against your lips. You had never been able to cum on command before, but again with a shuddering breath, you obeyed, body exploding with heat and release as Aonung groaned at the sight in front of him, release all over Neteyam’s hand.
After Aonung’s relate, you both shifted, breath mingling in the warm, dim light of the mauri. Your hands for Neteyam’s lean hips, steadying his as his eyes darkened with desire. Aonung’s fingers traced patterned on his chest after he sat up, then slid down beneath his tweng, freeing him completely. Neteyam shivered at the cold air and the gentle touched, his gaze locked on you with a mix of hunger and trust. You knelt before him, lips parting, tongue flickering out to taste the smooth skin of his inner thigh. Aonung mirrored you on the other side, hands and mouth moving in tandem as you both worshipped him. Your tongue trace to delicate circles around the head, teasing the sensitive, while Aonung’s mouth pressed firmer, sucking deep and slow along his shaft. Neteyam’s breath hitched, fingers tangling in your hair. “Stars, you… you're both amazing.”
You and Aonung exchange a brief heated glance before continuing, hands exploring, mouths devouring. Neteyam’s hips pressed forward., urging you closer, desperate for more. Your hands are slid up, gripping his thighs while Aonung’s fingers teased the sensitive nerves beneath. The dual sensation was overwhelming; Neteyam groaned, voice pic with need. You pulled a bag long enough to whisper against his skin. “We want you. All of you.” Aonung beside you, lips, tracing a pattern from his thigh to the base of his cock, sucking gently. Neteyam’s hands grip your hair tighter, holding you firm as you took him deeper, synchronized with Aonung’s ministrations. The steady rhythm, the warmth from your mouths, the combined touch, it made him lose control. His body tensed, hips, fucking slightly as his breath became ragged. “Come for us” you voiced softly to him, a trembling of your own rising heat as you repeated his earlier words. With a shutter and a low cry, Neteyam spilled in your mouths, your tongues eagerly tasting each drop. You swallowed every bit as he trembled against you, your fingers and Aonung’s kept exploring, grounding and worshiping him.
You don’t know how it happened, or maybe you do but now you’re lying across the bedding tangled between them. Neteyam’s chest was slick against your back, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, lips pressing kisses to your neck between long satisfying exhales. Aonung was in front of you, his fingers, lazy tracing circles on your thigh, his grin, smug, and glowing with post release bliss. For a moment, it was quiet, just breath and skin. The echo of pleasure still pulsing between your thighs. Then Neteyam’s murmured, “do you have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.” you turn your head slightly towards him. “Tonight?”
“No.” he said, laughing under his breath. “You.” Aonung’s brow bone raised, looking between the two of you. “he’s not lying.” Neteyam’s hand slit up your belly cupping one of your breasts gently. “The way you talk. The way you walk around Awa’altu like you don’t even know how unfair you are. The clothes you wear. That mouth. The way you look when you’re watching someone else, quiet and curious like you’re not even aware you’re making people want you.” You swallow skin prickling under his touch. “I used to jerk off, thinking about you,” he said into your ear voice, low and filthy. “Usually with him under me.” You gasped softly thighs tightening. Aonung chuckled. “It is true. He’d whisper your name while he was inside me.”
Neteyam grinned, “one night I had him bent over, dripping with sweat, begging, and I still couldn’t stop talking about you how I wanted to” Aonung added, amused, “I thought he was going to lose it. He had feelings.” Neteyam kissed her shoulder, sliding one hand between your thighs again stroking slowly. “I did, still do.” You turned breath catching. “So… you talk to him into this?”
“I made him see you,” Neteyam said, fingers now dipping lower, spreading the wetness he found. “Told him to watch her dance. Told him to listen when you laughed. Told him how fucking hard it would be to fuck his little sister’s best friend.” You gasped as two of his fingers pressed inside once again, slow and steady curling just enough to make your spine arch. “And look at her now.” he nipped at your earlobe. “Laid out between us, wet, ready and ours.” Aonung set up on one elbow, eyes hungry again, brushing your hair behind your ear. “You want us inside you, baby?” You needed quickly, “yes” you breathed.
Good.” Neteyam pulled back slightly pulling his fingers out to position you on your hands and knees between them ass up, tail, swaying, mouth parted as your hands gripped the bedding. “I want to see her face.” Aonung said kneeling in front of you. “And I want to watch her fall apart,” Neteyam grounded from behind lining himself up against your soaked entrance. You look up at Aonung, and he smiled, brushing his fingers over your lips. Neteyam sank into you slowly, dragging every inch, thick and deep and stretch, stretching you open in a way that makes your mouth open with a whimper. “Fuck,” he moaned. “So fucking tight. You were made for this.” Aonung kissed you before you could answer, deep and messy, tongue sliding into your mouth as Neteyam began to thrust, slow and steady, his hands gripping your hips like he owned them. You moaned into Aonung’s mouth. Neteyam’s voice rasped behind you, “tell him how good it feels.”
“So good, “you gasped. “Neteyam—fuck—its so deep!” He fucked you harder. Aonung pulled back, just enough to watch, his cock already hard again as he stroked himself slowly. “You’re dripping,” he murmured. “Taking him so well.” Neteyam’s rhythm picked up, with ever thrust, the pressure inside you built until you were shaking between them again, nails digging into the bedding. Then Neteyam’s hand rooted in our hair pulling your head up as he spoke, “now let him in.”
You didn’t even hesitate, opening your mouth for Aonung as he slid into you. Neteyam fucked you into Aonung, making you take him deep in your throat. Now they were both inside you, filling you completely. It was overwhelming, filthy and so perfect. Neteyam groaned at the sight. “That’s it, take us, all of us baby.” Aonung’s hands cradled your face as you sucked him deeper, whimpering around him with every thrust from behind. You were undone, surrounded and worshipped and you had no intention of stopping. Not until you came again, and again, and again.
Before you could find release though, Neteyam pulled out, and pulled you up and off Aonung’s cock by his grip in your hair. You moaned in protest at the sudden move but quietly shut up when he laid you on your back. Legs wide, thighs still trembling. “I’m not done with you. We’ve barely started doll.” He growled pressing his head back to your entrance. Aonung knelt beside you, brushing your damp curly hair back, eyes still blown wide with hunger. “She’s soaked tey…”
Neteyam grinned, leaning down to kiss you, hungry and open mouthed, tongue sliding over yours as he pushed back inside, inch by inch, making you stretch all over again. You moan helplessly, arms wrapping around his shoulders. Then his voice hit your ears, low, dark, and possessive. “Want to feel both of us inside you sweet girl?” Your breath caught. “Yes” you whispered. And they were around moving. Neteyam lifted your body still on his cock, effortlessly into his arms and you wrapped your legs around his waist holding onto him.
Aonung was already moving behind you, his lips brushing your shoulder, then you back touched his chest as Neteyam leans yon back onto him so they both get to hold you. “You ready for this?” Aonung murmured softly. You nodded flushed and shaking, “I want it.” Aonung spit on his hand, stroking himself slowly. “She can take it,” Neteyam said, looking down at you. “Right doll?” And you nodded again, voice nearly gone. Your head hit Aonung’s right shoulder as you begged, “please..” His cock pressed to your other entrance, and you cried it when yo felt him start to push in, slow, careful but relentless. The stretch was incredible. Overwhelming, but the fullness, Neteyam inside your cunt and Aonung sliding into your ass, it was beyond anything you’d ever felt.
Your entire body ached, mouth failing open in a wordless scream. “Fuck,” Neteyam groaned watching your face. “You’re so perfect like this doll.” Aonung was panting, hp shaking as he seated himself all the way in you. “Tightest thing I’ve ever felt.”
“You should see her face, she loves it.” Neteyam said, voice wrecked. They began to move, slow at first, careful, alternating their thrust to keep you grounded. But soon they picked up the pace, one pushing in as the other pulled back, perfect rhythm, like they’d done this before in dreams and now it was finally real. You couldn’t even speak. You just moaned and gasped and held on as their bodies rocked into you, stretching you, claiming you. “You’re taking us so well,” Aonung growled, gripping your hips. “Made for us,” Neteyam hissed. “Fucking made for us.”
You clenched around then both as you finish, and that pushed them over the edge. Neteyam moaned down and bit your neck, groaning through his orgasm, spilling inside you. Aonung followed seconds later, buried deep, shuddering with a growl as he released. You were shaking, limp between them, filled and dripping.
The air in the mauri was thick with heat, sex and sweat. Your body already glowed with exhaustion, but your need was still pulsing, clenching and the energy between the three of you had only deepened. You on your back, one leg hooked high over Aonung’s waist, hips tilted just writes so that his cock slipped back inside your tripping core, slow, deep, and devastating. He was panting already; his chest pressed to yours as he tried to control himself. But it wasn’t even the best part, because Neteyam was behind him now. Fingers digging into Aonung’s hips. And his thick, hard cock was sliding into Aonung’s ass, just as slow, as deep.
Aonung choked on a gasp, body caught, filled from both ends, your tight heat around him, Neteyam’s length stretching him from behind. His head dropped onto your chest, groaning low as he tried not to fall apart. “Fuck,” he moaned. “I—fuck—I can’t—” Neteyam grabbed his hair, tugging his head back slightly so he could see your face, see your smug, wrecked a little smile. You were propped on your elbows, sweat dripping down your chest as locked on Neteyam’s, lips parted.
“Look at her,” Neteyam growled into Aonung’s ear. “Look how smug she is. You feel her around you? That sweet little cunt sucking you in every time I thrust?” You giggled softly, devilish. “He is shaking Ma Neteyam.” Aonung let out a broken moan, forehead dropping to your breasts again as if he could hie in them, mouth finding your nipple and sucking hard, desperate for anything to hold onto, anything to keep him from cumming. But Neteyam didn’t let up. He slammed into him harder, deeper. “Don’t you fucking cum,” he snapped.
Aonung whimpered, whimpered. The sound shot straight through you. “Please,” he rasped, lips still around your breast. “I—god, I’m gonna—” You looked at Neteyam again, locking eyes, your fingers slipping into Aonung’s hair, holding him to your chest. And in that moment, you and Neteyam has one mind. “Not yet,” you say sweetly. “You don’t cum until he says so.” Neteyam licked his lips, sweat dripping from his brawl as he fucked into Aonung harder, his abs flexing, his cock slamming into him with perfect, brutal rhythm. “He’s twitching inside me,” you say and Neteyam smirks, “he’s so close. So weak.”
“Mmph—” aonung moaned against your skin, one hand clawing into your thigh like he could anchor himself, pushing it further open. You were soaking him. Every thrust until you made it worse, louder, messier, hotter. The friction of your tight pussy, squeezing his cock with Neteyam hounding into him, it was too much “you like this doll?” Neteyam panted, eyes on you again. “Watching him get fucked while he fucks you?”
You nodded, dazed, and breathless, “he’s so good. You’re both so good. But he’s about to break…” Neteyam grinned darkly. “Beg,” Neteyam demanded. “I—fuck, please—” Aonung moaned into your chest. “I need to cum— please, please!”
“Who do you belong to?” Neteyam growled fisting his hair again. “You!” He gasped. “Both of you”
“And whose cum fills you up?”
Aonung trembled. “Yours, sir.”
You moaned at the title. “That’s fucking right,” Neteyam grinned. You felt his cock throb deep inside you at the words, just from saying it. Neteyam groaned, thrusting faster. “Then cum. Fucking cum, now.” And Aonung did.
He came hard inside you, body spasming, his hips jerking wildly as he cried out into your breast, cock twitching as his release spilled the deep inside you. You clenched around him, whimpering as the heat filled you. Neteyam kept going, it didn’t stop fucking him through it, chasing his own high. He reached for you then, bending down over Aonung, pulling you closer by your neck, his lips crushing your eyes as he groaned into your mouth and came inside Aonung with a deep, powerful growl.
The three of you collapse in a tangle of limbs and breath and heat, sweat, slick, and utterly spent. and in the silence afterwards, while Aonung was still gasping and twitching between you, you giggled. “Wow,” you said breathless, flushed, completely wrecked. “You two are going to ruin me.” Neteyam smiled wickedly, stroking your face. “Good.” Aonung’s voice was muffled in your chest. “She says it like it’s a bad thing.”
The marui had gone quiet now, save for the sound of the waves just beyond the woven walls and the soft, broken breathing of Aonung was sprawled across the furs, face buried in the curve of your hip, completely undone. He was out. Spent. Wrecked. Sleeping with the faintest twitch of a smile still on his lips. But Neteyam was awake and watching you. You could feel his cock twitch against your thigh, still hard, still hot, still needing. And when you looked up at him through your lashes, his hand came to rest on your waist, thumb dragging across your slick, heated skin.
“You’re insatiable,” you whispered. His lips curled, dark and dangerous. “So are you.”
“You are not tired?’ You murmured. He shook his head, “not even close.”
You pressed a kiss to Aonung’s head, then carefully lifted yourself, moving slowly, sensually, crawling over Aonung to Neteyam. He was sitting up now, back braced against the woven wall, legs splayed wide, sweat still drying on his chest, his cock ached for you. You straddled him slowly, knees on either side of his hips, your wet core brushing against his length as you leaned in, nose to nose, mouths hovering, breath mingling.
The warmth of him beneath you made you sigh without meaning to, your hands resting on his shoulders moving over his chest and back, foreheads brushing. Up close, he didn’t look dominant or dangerous. He looked softened, open, almost undone. His hands came instinctively, strong and steady sliding over your hips, your back, pulling you close until there was no space left at all.
You bet your lip, blushing heart thumping as you whispered, “I want… you.” Neteyam didn’t answer right away. He just shipped it slightly, brushing your hair behind your ear, letting his hand drift down your sides over your hips to settle on your side. His touch made your knees, weak, and your stomach coil.
“You have no idea how hot that makes you,” he murmured. “Watching you want me. Watching him fall asleep next year I get all your attention.” You sugar at the words sliding closer, his hands moved to wrap around your waist, holding you flesh against him chest to chest lips, just a breath away. “God,” he groaned “you feel so perfect like this. Every curve, every little moment. You’re mine. Right? Just for me? For us..?”
You tilited your head, looking straight into his eyes. “Yeah,” you whispered. “I don’t want to be anyone else’s. Yours forever.” Neteyam’s hands, tighten slightly, gripping your hips so I’m pressing into your skin. “I want to make you feel how wanted you are. Every inch of you.” you gasped softly as his fingers trailed over your ribs, up to your chest, pausing to tease your sides. “You… you don’t know what you did to me.” you said breathlessly tilting your head down shyly. “Everything you touch…. Everything you say…”
“Hey,” he murmured, softer now, one thumb brushing slow circles into your skin. “Look at me.” You did. Something in his expression shifted, less hunger, more certainty. “You have any idea what you do to me?” he asked quietly. You swallowed. “I’m starting to.”
He smiled, slow, knowing. Dangerous. “I’ve wanted you longer than I’ll ever admit,” he said. “Wanted to hear you laugh like you did tonight. Wanted to see you flushed, confident. Wanted you right here.” His hands slid up your back, grounding, warm. “On me.” You leaned forward instinctively, foreheads touching. “And now?” you whispered. “Now I don’t want this to end,” he said simply. “I don’t want you to end.”
“I want to last forever. I wanna fill your days with this desire, touch, words, everything. I want you so deep inside me that I can feel your soul. You… you’re driving me insane.” He whispered. Neteyam tipped his head, brushing his nose against yours, not kissing you yet but waiting, making you feel it. “You feel so good like this,” he murmured. “So right. Like you finally know how beautiful you are.” Your cheeks burned, heat spreading everywhere. You leaned down, pressing your lips to his, kissing him slow, letting him feel the heat of your desire. He groaned into the kiss. One hand sliding up to cradle your head, the other holding your waist tight, pulling you closer.
“You sure you can handle me again?” you asked, teasing but soft.
Neteyam’s voice was low, hoarse. “You’re sitting on my cock asking stupid questions. “You undo me.” You laughed, but it caught in your throat when his hands gripped your ass and pulled you forward, grinding your soaked pussy against his shaft, slick and slow. “You want it?” he murmured.
“Say it again.” Your hips rolled against him. “I want you.”
“Say my name.”
“Neteyam,” you breathed.
He groaned, the sound low and full of hunger. Then his hand slipped between you, guiding himself to your entrance.
And you sank down on him, inch by inch, slow and steady, gasping as the stretch hit you all over again. Your hands braced on his chest, your lips parted in a silent cry as he filled you completely.
“See?” he muttered, eyes closing briefly. “That. That’s what I’m talking about.” You giggle softly, dizzy, overwhelmed by how seen you felt.
His hands slid up your spine, pulling you close, chest to chest, your nipples dragging over his skin. You whimpered. “So deep.” Neteyam kissed you, open, slow, dirty. “Take it.”
His voice dropped again, warm and indulgent. “You’re so fucking sexy when you’re like this. Confident. Smiling. Taking what you want.” His words made your head spin more than anything else had that night.
You began to ride him, hips circling slow, slow, slow, grinding, not bouncing, letting every inch of him drag along your walls. He kept his hands on your hips, controlling the rhythm, guiding you just the way he liked. “You love it like this,” he whispered into your mouth. “So fucking full. So fucking mine.” Your head dropped to his shoulder, panting against his skin.
“I’m gonna make you cum again,” he promised. “Gonna feel you clench around me while Aonung sleeps next to us, too fucked out to even move.” You moaned helplessly, rolling your hips harder, faster, riding him now with growing urgency. “Look at me,” he said, gripping your jaw. And when you did, his eyes were full of want, full of love, full of control, locked onto yours.
“That’s it,” he breathed. “Fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Show me how bad you want it.” You were shaking, clenching, whining now.
“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped.
“Let me feel it,” he growled, hands moved down to your ass, helping you move up and down so effortlessly, matching your rhythm. You let your weight drop allowing him to actually fuck you on him, like a . “Cum on me doll. Cum for me.” And you did.
You shattered around him with a cry, grinding down, body locking up as your orgasm tore through you, hot, wild, endless. But he didn’t stop, he moved your body like it belonged to him, and truthfully, you did. He continued to bounce you on his cock to bring himself to his own high. Neteyam groaned into your shoulder and followed, spilling deep inside you, his arms wrapped tight around your waist as he moaned your name.
You slumped forward, his cock still twitching inside you, both of you sticky, sweaty, soaked in each other. His lips brushed your temple. “Now we’re done.” You giggled weakly. “For tonight.”
Behind you, Aonung shifted in his sleep, mumbling something incoherent, and Neteyam smiled, fond, amused, already thinking of tomorrow.But for now, he kept his hands on you, steady and sure, letting the night slow down around the two of you, intimate, heated, and full of something that felt a lot like forever.
You woke to warmth. Not the heat of bodies pressed tight and frantic like the night before—but the slow, steady kind. The kind that made you feel safe enough to stay still for a moment, eyes closed, breathing soft. One arm was draped heavy across your waist. Another was tangled with your fingers. You shifted slightly and froze.
Aonung was sprawled on his stomach beside you, face turned toward you, hair loose and wild across his forehead. One of his legs was thrown over yours possessively, like he’d claimed you in his sleep and never let go.
Behind you, Neteyam. His chest rose slowly against your back, his chin resting just behind your shoulder, breath warm against your neck. One hand was splayed across your stomach, thumb moving in the faintest absent circle like he’d never stopped touching you, even asleep.
For a second, your heart did something stupid and fluttery. This is real, you thought. This actually happened. You shifted again, carefully, testing if either of them would wake.
Aonung hummed, nose scrunching slightly, pulling you closer with a sleepy grumble. “No,” he mumbled. “Mine.” You bit your lip to keep from laughing. Neteyam stirred behind you, his arm tightening instinctively. His voice was low and rough with sleep.
“You okay?” You nodded, then realized he couldn’t see you. “Yeah. Just… awake.” He pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder without opening his eyes. “Good.” Aonung cracked one eye open, blinking at you like he was trying to figure out if he was still dreaming. When it clicked, his mouth tugged into a lazy grin. “Well,” he said hoarsely, “you’re still here.”
“So are you,” you teased gently. He snorted. “Barely.” Neteyam finally lifted his head, eyes still heavy but focused immediately on you. Not your body. Your face. Like he needed to check something.
“You good?” he asked again, quieter this time. You nodded. “Really good.” That seemed to settle something in him. His shoulders relaxed, and he brushed your hair out of your face with careful fingers. “Good,” he said again. “Because I don’t regret any of it. And I don’t want you too either.”
Aonung rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his arm. “Speak for yourself. I regret not drinking water.” You laughed, the sound light and unguarded.
He watched you for a second, really watched you, then softened. “Okay. Fine. I don’t regret that part.” Neteyam smiled faintly, thumb tracing your knuckles. “You’re quiet this morning.”
“I’m just… taking it in,” you admitted. “I didn’t think I’d wake up feeling like this.”
“Like what?” Aonung asked. You glanced between them. “Not weird. Not awkward. Just… comfortable.”
Neteyam leaned forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “That’s because it is comfortable.”
Aonung scooted closer, sandwiching you again. “And because you’re stuck with us now.”
You raised a brow. “Oh yeah?” Neteyam’s lips curved into that familiar, confident smile, but softer now. “Yeah.” He brushed a kiss to your temple. “We’re not rushing anything. But you’re welcome here. With us.”
Aonung nodded. “Breakfast. Training. Clan gatherings. Whatever this is—” he gestured lazily between the three of you “—we’ll figure it out.”
You smiled, warmth blooming in your chest.
“Okay,” you said softly. Neteyam’s hand squeezed yours. Aonung’s leg tightened around yours. And for the first time, the morning didn’t feel like something you had to brace yourself for.
It just felt like the beginning
🪸 I’d just like to thank everyone for reading! I know I haven’t been around and haven’t posted anything in months and I hope I made up for it with this one. Any feedback is welcomed
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Pls, part two of the Neteyam, Mangkwan! Reader smit oneshot
࿐࿔ ⋆ ｡˚ craving you
࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ aged up x fem!mangkwan reader
warnings: 🔞smut, face sitting, p in v, doggystyle (AYEE!), rough make outs, biting, spitting, jealousy, slight breeding kink?, hinted pregnancy, varang being a warning on her own and these mfs being nastier than last time
summary: you and neteyam meet yet again, continuing what you started before but this time you caught him lacking
authore’s note: yall i was not expecting sm support on this 😭 the way i freestyled straight after seeing afaa and called it a day! i did not think i would be making a part 2 lol
in continuation of, submit to you
The walk back home was… humbling
You were trapped inside your head, thoughts swarming in your mind
‘What the fuck?’ was the biggest topic going on
If someone would’ve told you a few hours ago you would’ve ended up in this situation, you would’ve dead laughed in their face
Probably even set them on fire
But as you stomped your way back through the mountains — that thought wasn’t too far fetched
It didn’t feel like reality though, more like some long awaited nightmare you haven’t woken up from yet. Usually you would enjoy a little drama — where’s the fun in a life full of peace?
Maybe you didn’t have to live like this, at the hands of someone who was miserable with herself. Her own mental battles causing her to retaliate against others
A part of you didn’t wanna leave the forest. The thought of none other than the Omaticaya prince himself captivating you, but you would kill yourself in a war before you ever admitted that
And it didn’t help when his cum was dripping down your thighs
Curses and murmurs spewing out of your mouth all throughout your journey
‘This is so stupid’
‘He’s such an idiot’
‘I should’ve just killed him when I had the chance’
‘What the hell am I gonna tell her?’
All those words coming out of your mouth as you approached your home. It was way past eclipse now so the only thing in sight was lighten torches and a few fires spread out for warmth
You made no sound — your footsteps light as you trailed along the path to your tent. Slow movements taking over your body with every inch you moved. As you almost reached your home, a quick celebration plea going off in your head
But it went off as soon as it turned on
You yelped at a cold rough hand on your shoulder, snapping your head to the one who dared touched you
“Aye, relax. It’s me” his hands went up in surrender as the sight infront of him was now a knife pointed in between his eyes
“Vey’tan” you scolded, your tone lowering as you looked around not wanting to alert anyone “what did I tell you about sneaking up on me?”
“What can I say? I couldn’t resist such beauty” his smirk altering at your intimidating glare
You rolled your eyes at him, preparing to do him in before he spoke up again
“Tsahik wishes to see you” his tone firm as he motioned towards Varang’s tent — a silent urge telling you to go
You stared blankly at the tent that was just a few feet away from yours “Well I do not wish to see her”
“C’mon, we were all worried sick. You came back far too late” his eyes scanning your body up and down — stopping merely at the pouch around your hips
“Not only that but you’re empty handed too”
“Mind your business”
Your eyes never left the tent, waiting for the moment where Varang would sense you herself and come get you together
Suddenly you felt a presence directly in your space, snapping your eyes back to Vey’tan — him now directly in front of you
“Go. To. Her” a pause between each word
“Kiss. My. Ass” you mocked his actions
“Gladly”
“You’re getting on my last nerve” you huffed as you made your way towards the dungeon of doom
‘Fuck it, might as well get it over with’ your mind decided
“Don’t say I didn’t tell you so after all this” he trailed behind you
You tried your best not to put your hands on him, obviously he wasn’t gonna leave you alone so you were gonna have to make him leave you alone
Before you stepped a foot inside, giving yourself a bit of time to mentally prepare for this conversation you felt a firm grip on your wrist
You slowly looked behind you towards the familiar face from moments before “Ugh, what do you want now?”
“Let me take you out some time” he whispered so only you could hear while shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly
“I rather believe in Eywa” your lips snarled before snatching yourself away from him and bursting through the tent
And it was met with none other than hell itself
“Varang” your voice held no emotion as you stared at the back of her head
She played with fire — watching the tips of her fingers light up before harshly letting it out “It is Tsahik for you”
You rolled your eyes before straightening up once she turned around to face you, not in the mood to hear her mouth
“You wanted to see me” you scanned her movements as she walked back in forth through the tent
“Yes. Where are my herbs?” she didn’t stop what she was doing as she spoke up firmly
You fiddled with your fingers and pushed yourself side to side “Ouu, see about that. What had happened was-”
Before you could finish your statement she strode to you in a hurry, using one hand to smush your cheeks harshly together
“Don’t play with me girl”
“I’m not playing, if anyone’s playing it’s your lapdog out there who sucks at his job by the way” your head moving towards the exit outside where Vey’tan was guarding
“I will not ask again” her nails began digging into your cheeks — your airway starting to get cut off
Your hand flew to her wrist to pry her off “Move”
“First, you come back without the one thing I sent you out for and second, you come in here disrespecting me” she left go of your cheeks just to place a harsh slap onto the bruised skin
And as a reflex you slapped her back
Her head jerking as she paused to look at the ground before back at you
“We wouldn’t be in this situation if it weren’t for you! You were the one who started issues with the one clan that could tolerate us. Now we really don’t have anything” your hands gestured wildly in her face
“You are bold, little one” her head nodded as if she was agreeing with you — inching towards you
“Yeah well look who I’m lead by” you looked her up and down sarcastically
She pressed the blade of her knife against your throat — the cold tip pressing right against your esophagus
“Get my herbs or you will have even bigger problems” her voice a whisper as she clenched her jaw
Her nose itching before she trailed down your body — stopping at the sight of your stomach. Her head tilting curiously. Instinctively you closed your legs together hoping she couldn’t pick up on your.. previous encounter
She stared back up at you, the two of you holding eye contact for a brief moment
Then she pushed you back harshly out of the tent
A low growl escaped from you, your tail swaying behind you aggressively as irritation filled your body
But after everything that’s happened you decided to not fight yourself on it, heading home for a well needed bath and to lay down in the comfort of your cot
The next morning was just as dreadful
You were unfortunately met with Vey’tan yet again as you were assigned with a bunch of chores for the day
“And what if I don’t wanna do them?” a basket on your hips as you swayed them sassily
Varang randomly gifted your people with a celebration — you couldn’t tell if she was tryna be petty but you read right through her. The facade she held falling
She could fool the others but not you
As the days went on, you completed the chores that was given to you. It took about a week to set everything up and gets things cleaned
Your clan wasn’t… aesthetically pleasing. So you tried your best. Finding some decor from left over natural resources and left over cloth pieces. Even using old torches to hold some fire lights
You dusted your hands off as you stood in the distance. Admiring the hard work put in, it turned out quite nice
Bones you found were turned into chandelier like crystals that hung from branches, lanterns made out of hard wood held candles — the red and orange from the surrounding fires igniting the decorations with power
It was very Mangkwan themed to say the least
“Not having fun?” a friend of yours, Zeytwani, came up to you with a cup filled with fruit juice — or rather wine
You shook your head giving her a blank stare, the smell of her breath making you feel lightheaded
“C’monnn, have some fun! It’s the least you can do. You decorated all this by yourself” she tugged your forearm, determined for you to go with her
Your body and mind telling you two completely different things
The sight of Varang in the distance, glaring at you as if warning you to try and cross her tonight. While the party went on right in front of you — dancing, singing, jumping and the main part of it all. The fire
So you went towards it
Letting it consume your body, cherish your mind. It took over you. You walked around it, teasing the tip of your tail with just the slightest touch. Flicking it away before it came too close
You hummed along with the sounds of the beat and cries from your people, closing your eyes as you imagined you in charge
You in her place
Only to be disturbed by an antagonizing presence “Vey’tan”
“You’re one and only”
You pushed him away from you, almost setting him on fire your damn self
“Come dance with me” he held onto your waist, a low growl rumbling in your chest
“Back off” you flicked his chest with your thumb and index finger
His body language screaming he was intoxicated, only someone blind with half brain cells could read that
“C’monnnn, just like old times?” he pleaded, his hands out together in a slight praying motion causing you to slap them
You stared at him, your expression undetermined before you cracked
“Just once” you grabbed his wrist bringing him to the center
Surrounded by hoots and hollers, your ego significantly boosted. Your tight rough top made out of fallen vines giving you confidence in your body. The little ruffles in your loincloth flowing with your movements
“Y’know, you’re a good dancer” you teased, the tiniest smile hidden on your face
“I’d be a even better mate” he inched towards your ear
Your breath hitching by the slightest, before you could speak he turned your body into a whole 360
Cheers enchanting from the crowd as your bodies entangled with one another, the thrill of it all sensing everyone into a frenzy
You traced his jawline slowly with a finger, stopping just underneath his chin to tug him towards you “in your worst nightmare”
He smirked at you, dipping you down towards the ground as he hovered over you. His thigh resting on your thigh to hold you up
“Let’s make it happen then huh?”
Before a snarky remark could leave your lips, a scent caught your nose
Snapping your neck from just a few feet away you were met with nothing, as if on cue the wind dramatically gushes your face
Your eyes narrowed as you stared off into the open ended space, waiting for something or someone to pop out
But there was nothing, dead trees and dirt in eye view
You hummed, slowly turning your head away and back to the fire
A few moments would pass before your moments of peace were ruined
“I need you to go out and get some fruits, we ran out” Varang drunkenly spoke as she tossled with one of the warriors
“Why must I go after I alr-” your pleas caught off with a stern look and hand pointed to your face “It is decided”
You let out a low hiss before gathering your things and stomping off with an attitude
‘One day I’m gonna kill her I swear’
On your pitiful journey you felt off, your gut telling you something was wrong
And you always followed your gut
You stopped in your tracks, looking around the now mossy grass that you walked on. On a path that was a combination of your clan and the forest
From the corner of your eye you saw a pair of green eyes glow and that’s when you snapped
Jumping towards the hidden figure in a rush so fast it gave you whiplash
“I should kill you stalker, you’ve been creeping on me all night” you took your blade holding against the foreigners neck
Only to be met with a mighty warrior himself
“Oh, well isn’t this a nice surprise” you couldn’t help the cocky smirk that formed on your lips
“Hello” his lips pursed as he rolled his eyes — clearly embarrassed that he was caught
“Y’know, you look so good under me” you taunted, your hand trailing up to his neck
“Get off me” he grunted harshly thrusting his hips up
You let out a dramatic gasp “Keep it up and I’ll cum all over you again”
He shoved you off of him, stabilizing you on your back as he hovered over you with his hand around your throat tightly
“I should kill you”
“You can try”
“I should be ripping you apart”
“Mhm, in what ways?” you bit your lip
“I can take you down right here, right now” he whispered in your ear
“Then do it”
He let out a growl, gripping the base of your kuru tightly before bringing your face to his. Clashing his lips with yours aggressively. A fight for dominance wasn’t far behind — teeth scraping and tongues swirling
You grabbed his shoulders, making sure to dig your nails into the blades earning a hiss from him
A smirk plastered on your face as you took the opportunity to suck on his lip. Biting it causing a small drop of blood to fall right onto your tongue. You hungrily licked him clean as you used your hand to sneak behind him and grip his tail
He pushed you — the force so hard you fell back onto your elbows
“No, no I’m not doing this again” he ran a hand through his messy braids as he stood up
“Then why come here?” your head tilted as you stared up at him — lips plump and swollen
He took in your appearance below him for a second, hating how this submissive position you were in turned him on so much
You stood up swiftly, using the back of your hand to wipe your lips off
“Because you want this” you admitted for him
His eyes burning into yours, his chest heaving in want and lust
“Who was that guy you were with?” his tone catching you off guard as you eyed him
You looked him up and down, placing a hand on your hip
“Are you serious? Is this what you wanted to know”
“Is he your boyfriend? husband?”
“And what if he was?” you stepped closer
“Then he’s not doing you right” his face inches from yours
“Oh yeah? How do I need to be done then?”
He looked you up and down — suddenly he harshly gripped your hips to bring you in
A gasp left your lips, your tail thrashly wildly behind you to show off your excitement
That night in the forest left you feigning
You weren’t able to sleep, eat, drink, hunt, think, breathe without him consuming you
He drove you mad
And it was obvious you had the same effect on him
He turned you around, his muscular chest pressed against your slender back. He sat the two of you down on the ground eagerly, his own excitement consuming him
This oddly thrilled him
And he didn’t care about the consequences this could bring
He eyed your back, examining your body. Your wide hips in his view as you used the balls of your feet to hold you up. The roundness of your butt seeping out the sides of your loincloth
And he hasn’t noticed this before — or he just couldn’t remember, he didn’t know
But the tiny shine of your back dermals reflected off the night sky, filling his mind with nasty thoughts
“Like what you see?” turning your head slightly so he could see the side of your face
“Tote that ass up” he ignored the feeling in his heart at the softness in the tone you had asked that in as he untied his loincloth
“Well aren’t you romantic” you smiled sarcastically, deciding to mess with him
You laid flat on your stomach with your arms and legs sprawled out like a child “like this?”
“Y’know how I want it”
“Actually I don’t, we didn’t use that position last time”
“Do you not have common sense?”
“Do you not have some balls?”
“Clearly I do if they were down your throat the last time we-”
“That wasn’t me, you were hallucinating!”
“Stop fuckin’ playing with me before I rip this pretty head of yours off” he was becoming fed up with your sassy remarks and little childish behavior
“Aww you think I’m pretty?” you hummed feeling his large hands on your hips, about time
“Oh I think you’re a lot of things” his voice low as he untied the strings to your loincloth
You pushed your head back to watch his movements, your neck on full display, easy access for a territorial man like him
He gripped it with precision, holding you in place “Open”
Your ears flicked at his demand, the pool of arousal between your thighs now dripping onto the slightly mossed ground
Slowly.. you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out. The pinkness catching his eye as he silently thanked you in his head for your compliance
He hallowed his cheeks together, gathering his spit before opened his mouth — a long string of saliva dripping from him to you
Your eyes crossed as you watched the sight, a satisfying hum escaping your throat once you tasted him
Greedily swallowing and slurping the excess drool from his lips, closing your eyes as you took him down your throat
“Good girl, yeah that’s a good girl” he caressed your head gently with a nod, encouraging you through praises
“I want you” your eyes snapped open with lust, grinding your hips onto his hard dick — cum dripping off of it making it slippery
“Fuck, and I need you” he stroked himself a few times before sliding himself inside you
Multiple moans and whimpers left your mouths at the newfound yet familiar feeling, your warmth captivating him and the fullness he fulfilled gave you comfort
But this was everything but nice
He held onto your hips roughly, snapping his hips against yours — giving you no time to adjust. Whines left your throat as he hit your sweet spot repeatedly
“Yesss” you let out a loud whine, throwing your hips back to meet his thrusts forcefully
He let out grunts and whimpers with each push of your in synced hips, focusing on the recoil of your ass rather than your sweet sounds to keep himself from busting
“Fuck” he groaned rolling his hips “oh god” his head fell back, eyes closed and jaw dropped as he felt you clenching around him
“Mhmm, feels so good” you babbled turning your head to look back at him “wow someone’s out of it”
He was too wrapped up in your essence to even think about a reply to your comment, ignoring you as he picked up his pace
“Neteyam!” you gasped loudly, reaching out to hold onto anything that kept you stable
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he got deeper, propping himself up on one knee while his other leg raised to rest by the side of your waist
A scream left your mouths, quickly biting onto the inside of your elbow to contain yourself. Tears forming in your eyes as the pleasure washed over you
“Don’t stop, don’t stop, fuck don’t stop” you chanted with your eyes closed, arching your back along with raising your hips
He couldn’t help the cocky smirk that formed on his lips at the way you were acting right now
The strict sarcastic warrior princess — going dumb on his dick
Your babbles of nonsense turning into pleas as tears fell down your cheeks, the constant gasps leaving your mouth whenever he thrusted inside of you — your breath coming back shortly before he snatched it away again
And don’t even get him started on the way you said his name
So desperately as if he was he only who could satisfy you, praise you, worship you, serve you or even love you
He had you right where he wanted you
“Look at you, taking this dick so well” he placed his thumbs right on top of your dermals giving them a squeeze
You couldn’t respond properly as your voice rippled with each hard thrust sent your way — white clouding your vision
“Mhmm, oh my fucking” your hum turned into a moan as he wrapped your kuru around his forearm
Your head slightly jerking back at the force
“You’re gonna make me cum, ouu you’re gonna make me cum” you sobbed up to the sky as you used the little bit of strength you had left
“Cum all over me, be good and let it all out for me” he used one hand to rub your back smoothly while the other used your braid for leverage to fuck himself into you
Your jaw slacked at the feeling of his heavy balls slapping against your throbbing clit, begging to be stimulated
“You like that?” he tilted his hips up, loud wet smacking sounds being heard in the area as he did he one thing to make you cum
“Pleaseee” your moans turned into whines as your hip slowed, signaling your orgasm
“Go ahead, cum on this dick” he shook his head, his braids swaying as they framed his face perfectly
His hips stuttered, jerking back and forth sloppily as he lost his rhythm. He hunched over you for stability as his legs slightly shook underneath him
“You want me right here?” his voice deep and dry as he whispered in your ear with a hand on your stomach
“Oh Neteyam!” your eyes closed and opened repeatedly as you threw your head into his shoulder
“Yeah, you feel me all in your stomach huh?” pressing down firmly on the surface
“You’re so deep, too deeeeep” you whined deliriously, your body speaking for you — throwing your ass back on him as if you never wanted him to pull out
“Cum in me, yes cum in me” your hand reached for his arm as you held him tightly against you
Biting your lip as you listened to the whimpers leaving his mouth as he neared his end as well
“I’m cumming, shit you make me cum. Gonna cum all inside you. Give you a reason to see me everyday” mumbling to himself as he painted you white
Long sticky ropes shooting inside you — some of it already spilling out the second it got in
Heavy breaths could be heard as you two relaxed from your highs
Before you broke the silence “wow pretty boy, didn’t know I had you like that”
He slapped your ass, leaving a red print there before it quickly disappeared “yeah, yeah, could say the same for you”
You swiftly shifted around to face him — pushing him down on his back
You crawled on top of him, sitting down on his stomach. Your mouth peppering light kisses from his chest all the way to his collarbone
“It was so good you came back to get a taste?” you whispered, your breath fanning his throat while you sent kitten licks along his jaw
“Hm” he let out a hum, turning his neck to give you more access to his sweet spot
“Careful handsome, you’re letting your guard down” a sharp nail tracing his cheek
You lifted your hips suddenly, trailing your hips above his face. He watched your movements intently, a hand on your lower back as he helped you support yourself
He eyed your soaking pussy, multiple strings of cum mixed together dripping from your folds
“You wanna taste?” you teased hovering above his mouth — his eyes flicking back and forth between your mixed juices and your face
He wrapped his forearms around your thighs to bring you down, immediately sending soft suckles to your clit
“Oh! oh yes” your hips shuddering, causing them to move away from his lips
“Stay still” he grunted yanking on you tighter — not letting you run from him
Your jaw fell, squelching noises being the only thing heard along with your moans. Your legs shaking as you held yourself up. Leaning forward to give you leverage with your arms
Grinding your hips instinctively, wetness dripping onto the sides of his face as he licked and sucked
“Mhmmm”
“You like that?” a slap to your ass before he gripped it, tugging you even closer if that was possible
“I love it” you felt your clit throb into his mouth, your lower abdomen rising and falling as another orgasm approached you
“Y’know you can let go? I gotchu mama, I gotchu” his breath fanning your slicked slit and his rubs on your thigh bringing you closer and closer
“Oh my! Fuck I’m right there” you gripped his braids tightly — rubbing yourself all over his face as you looked down
And he was happy to be there
Swinging his head back and forth, moaning into you as his eyes rolled to back of his head
“Cum” was all he had to say as one final vibration from his mouth sent you over the to edge
You screamed as you came — no squirted. Your legs shaking uncontrollably as your body officially gave out of you
You whimpered and babbled to yourself incoherently
“Thank you, thank you” whimpering into the grass while letting your body calm down from its high
“You’re okay, it’s okay you’re safe” Neteyam’s hand rubbing small circles along your back
A puff left your lips as you let yourself plop onto the ground — gathering your thoughts
Suddenly his body laid next to yours, on his back as he turned to face you. Slick and cum covering his face as he wore a sly smile
“Y’know I have to admit that we taste good together”
