one shot
neteyam sully x fem!omatikaya!reader
summary: the omatikaya have a one in a while tradition that encourages couples of all kinds to participate in a special game of "hide and seek." after a bad argument with your mate neteyam, kiri suggests that both of you two join in. rekindle that spark. however, that's sweet innocence is quickly replaces by something hungry.
tags: NSFW , 18+ , MDNI , smut , primal / prey , hunting , feral , overstim kinda
a/n: gawd I really gotta finish all my series broooo. this isn't the best but I had to spit something out before the end of this week!!! would u believe me if I said I get 90% of my ideas from songs?
theme: runrunrun
Three days. Three days since you had refused to speak to Neteyam. The silence between you had grown heavy. The argument had started small. Something so small you didn't even care to remember. But it had spiraled fast. Words like reckless and controlling had entered the fight. You'd stormed off to your family's marui, refusing his attempts to follow. He hadn't pushed any further after the second night. That hurt worse.
Now the annual Rekindle Ceremony had made it's return once again. Every mated pair in the Omatikaya participated if they chose to. Hide and seek through the glowing forest at dusk, meant to be playful, intimate, a reminder of the chase that first bound you. That was the tradition.
Neteyam's sister, Kiri, had found you at the gathering near the fire, stopping you in your tracks. "You two need this," she'd said. "The ritual isn't just games. It's… remembering why you chose each other. Even when you're angry." She raised her brows with her ears at the last statement.
You'd wanted to argue and tell her you weren't angry but the words stuck. Kiri's certainty had a way of slipping past defenses. So you'd nodded and reluctantly agreed. "Fine."
Now dusk painted the canopy. Torches flickered along the ceremonial clearing. Mated women stood in a loose circle, tails swaying with nervous excitement, while their mates waited at the far end. Hunters trying to look casual.
Neteyam was the only one not pretending. You were unsure who convinced him to be here. Probably also Kiri.
He stood apart, arms crossed over his chest. No smile. No teasing tilt of his head. Just that steady, burning yellow stare that said he'd already mapped every escape route you might take.
One of the elders in charge of the ceremony stepped forward, arms raised, voice carrying over the excited whispers.
"Tonight Eywa reminds us: love is not gentle possession. It is pursuit. It is surrender. It is the chase that never truly ends." She lowered her hands towards the bundle of women. "Women-run. Let your mates remember what it means to earn you."
A ripple of laughter and delighted squeals as the other women scattered. Light steps, playful shrieks, darting between ferns and curtain vines. Most of them glanced back once or twice, giggling, teasing their pursuers with a sway of hips.
You didn't. You bolted. Full sprint. No glance back. Vines whipped your arms, moss burst under your feet. You didn't care about looking cute. This wasn't a game anymore. While others skipped and pranced around in hopes of being caught early, you tried to get as far as possible from the starting point. Maybe Neteyam would never find you and the forest would eat you.
One by one, you lost sight of the women in front of you and at your sides. They scattered easily, scurrying through the bushes and tangled roots. To give it an extra measure, you didn't stop till your calves burned. You stopped at a tree that had extra long vines to drape your figure. Catching your breath, you tried to listen carefully for the signal your time was up. The elders explained you had very little time to "hide" before the men would be allowed to start seeking shortly after.
Then you heard the signal: a single blow of a tusk horn. The hunt was on. You pressed deeper into the shadow of the hanging vines, heart hammering so loud you were sure it would give you away. You forced your breathing shallow, tail tucked tight, ears straining. It would be a while before Neteyam would find you. If he even could. Surely.
After a few minutes, you heard rustling which made you whip your head and ears in the exact direction. Laughter and the sound of crashing to the ground. People were already being caught. You started to wander around, slowly, cautious to not make much sound.
Another minute went by and you heard calling taunts of a man, possibly his mate's name. Then the forest went quiet again. Too quiet.
Your ears swiveled, searching. That's when you felt a sudden wave of impending doom fall over you. Like overwhelming dread that you couldn't quite pinpoint the cause of. Your breathing started to become rapid again, and you whipped your head in all directions. You were debating flight or fight. You could feel eyes on you. Not just watched. Hunted.
The dread coiled tighter in your gut. Primal instinct screaming that the predator had already closed in. Then the silence broke.
The rushed sound of someone running past as quietly as possible.
You spun around. Nothing. Just vines swaying gently where nothing should have moved. Then your feet started moving before you could think. So you ran. No thought. Just instinct. Legs pumping, vines slapping your thighs. You didn't care about direction anymore, only distance.
Then you heard the sound of footsteps just on your heel. You didn't dare look back. Because you already knew.
Your lungs burned. Thighs screamed. Still you pushed despite giving it all earlier. You lept across logs, ducked under tall roots. Before you realized it, the forest path you were running began to narrow and get tighter. You burst into a small, sheltered hollow: a natural cradle of roots and stone. No exit.
Just perfect.
You spun. Chest heaving. Ears pinned. Tail lashing. You waited for him to appear, like a shadow in the night.
Neteyam stepped into the hollow slowly. His chest rose and fell steadily, odd considering he was chasing you. His tail flicked, ears forward, eyes dark and predatory.
You backed up until your back met stone. No more running. Nowhere left.
"Got you," he said, voice low. Not playful. Not teasing. Contrast to the couples you heard earlier.
Your heart slammed against your ribs. "This was supposed to be a game."
He tilted his head, a slow, dangerous smile curling one side of his mouth. "You ran like it wasn't."
You sucked in your breath, caught in your own trap. Neteyam didn't move closer right away. He simply stood there, letting you take it all in. The sunlight that peeked itself through the cracks of the hollow traced the hard lines of his body.
"You think you can run from me?" His voice was quiet, almost conversationa. "After everything?"
Your tail lashed once, hard enough to brush the stone wall. "This isn't about us. This is just... the ritual." You jerked your chin in his direction.
He laughed. "Don't lie to me, yawne. Not tonight." He took one step. Then another. Slowly, like he had all the time in Pandora. "You didn't run like the others. You ran like someone that knows exactly what's coming."
Your ears flattened. Heat flooded your face, your chest. Anger, shame, something too close to want. "Maybe I just didn't want to be caught by you." You crossed your arms, turning your head away, but never tearing your eyes away from him.
Neteyam's eyes narrowed. He closed the last distance in one stride, caging you against the stone without touching you yet. His scent enveloped you. Sweat, forest, just him. The same scent that used to calm you now set every nerve alight.
"Too late for that," he murmured. One hand lifted, fingers brushing the underside of your jaw, tilting your face up. Possessive. "You ran. I chased. That's how it works." His thumb dragged across your lower lip. "So what's my next move?"
Your voice came out smaller than you wanted. "You tell me."
Neteyam's gaze dropped to your mouth, then lower. Eyeing the rapid rise and fall of your chest, the way your thighs pressed together like that could hide how turned you already were.
"My next move," he repeated, voice dropping, "is reminding you who you belong to."
He didn’t give you time to answer. His mouth slammed over yours. No asking permission. Just the taste of fury and three days of pent-up everything. You shoved at his chest once, half-hearted, and he caught both your wrists in one massive hand, pinning them above your head.
The other hand slid down your side, fingers catching the tie of your loincloth and ripping it free in one sharp tug. Cool morning air kissed aching skin. You broke the kiss with a protest. "Neteyam-"
"Quiet." His head hung next to yours, breath hot against your cheek. "You don't get to use that pretty mouth to argue anymore. Not after you shut me out for three fucking days."
He shoved a thick thigh between yours, forcing your legs apart. The muscle pressed right up against your cunt, and you couldn't stop the broken whimper that escaped.
"Look at you," he growled, dragging the hard length of him along your slit through his own loincloth. "So wet you're dripping on my thigh already. And you still want to pretend this is just a game? Huh?"
Your hips jerked forward before you could stop them. Shame burned hot in your cheeks. "I hate you right now."
"Good." He spit the word against your throat, teeth scraping over it. "Hate me while I fuck the attitude out of you."
He spun you around quickly, your hands flying flat against the stone wall, so your ass backed up perfectly onto him. One hand had a hold on the base of your kuru. The other quickly tore his own lion cloth away.
You felt him, thick, heavy, warm. Just nudging at your welcoming entrance. "Say it," he ordered. "Tell me you want this."
You clenched your jaw. Refused.
He spanked you. "Say. It."
Your nails scraped stone as you let out a harsh groan. "I want it," you hissed in frustration at your resolve breaking.. "I want you."
He forced himself inside with one hard stroke. A cry tore out of you. Too full. Too deep. Perfect. He didn't give you time to adjust. Just pulled almost all the way out and rammed back in, setting a rhythm that jolted your whole body forward with every thrust.
"You think you can run from me?" he snarled into your ear. "Think you can hide this tight little cunt from the man who claimed it?"
You couldn't answer. Could only moan. Shamefully.
His hand slid around to your front, rough fingertips finding your clit and circling hard. "Answer." He growled.
"I-I can't—" Another thrust, meaner. "I can't hide from you."
"Louder." His fingers pinched your clit, enough to make your knees buckle. Only his grip on your kuru and the arm banded around your waist kept you upright. "Let the whole fucking forest hear who owns this pussy."
You sobbed once. You mentally cursed yourself then forced the words out between gasps. "I can't hide from you! You own it-you own me-fuck-Neteyam!"
He rewarded you with a slow roll of his hips that dragged the thick head of his cock over that spot inside you craved. "That's right," he growled against your ear. "Say it again."
"You own me." The admission tasted bitter and relief all at once. "I'm yours."
"Good girl," he rasped. "My good, dripping little slut." Your walls fluttered helplessly around him, greedy despite the sting, despite the anger still simmering under your skin.
His fingers never left your clit. Ruthless little circles. Forcing pleasure higher until your thighs shook.
"You ran so hard," he murmured, lips brushing the tip of your ear. "Made me hunt. Made me earn it." Another deep, grinding thrust that punched the air from your lungs. "Now you're going to take every fucking drop I give you." You tried to nod. Couldn't quite manage it with his grip locked on your kuru.
He sped up. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed obscenely in the small hollow.Somewhere far off other couples were probably still laughing, still playing. Not you. Not him. This had turned into something different. Hungrier. The kind of claiming that left marks no one else would ever see.
Neteyam yanked your kuru back sharply, arching your spine, forcing your chest off the stone wall so your breasts scraped rough bark instead. You yelped, from pleasure or frustration, you weren't quite sure.
He felt the warm feeling pool in his stomach. Feeling his closeness, he needed to hear you to reach the finish line. "Again," he demanded against your mouth. "Tell me."
"You-own-me-" Each word was a gasp between his thrusts. "Yours-fuck-yours-" The hand that held your kuru tight released to grip your throat. "Louder."
"I'm yours!" You sobbed out. "Neteyam-please-need to-need to come-" Your nails scraped lines into the stone. Heat coiled viciously low in your belly, tighter and tighter until you were shaking apart.
"Come," he snarled. An order. "Come on my cock like the needy little thing you are. Show me you still know who you belong to."
And so you did, locking up into an arch to focus on the feeling. And then it exploded into a beautiful wave of pleasure that left your cheeks flushed. "Ohhh fffuck!" You cried out, jaw slack.
Your walls were desperately clamping down on him, encouraging him to spill out what your womb craved. So much so his rhythm stuttered. He fucked you through the heat of it, chasing every last tremor until your legs gave out completely and only his arm around your waist and the grip on your hip kept you upright against the stone.
"That's it," he rasped. "That's my good fucking girl-milking me like you need it."
You could only make noises in response, still involuntarily clamping down. He was still fucking you through it, getting closer and closer to his own release.
"Fuck-" he moaned right into your ear. "Gonna come-" And so he spilled into you, painting your insides a creamy white. He thrusted inwards, deep and hard slow strokes to ensure you were filled. He stayed seated, chest heaving against your spine. For just a second, as you both were regaining your breath, thinking he was done, he grabbed your kuru again, yanking you upwards. "You think we're done?"
You let out a shaky laugh that turned into a whimper of defeat. "Neteyam-" you whined.
"You ran," he reminded you, "Three days of silence. Three days of acting like I don't get to touch what’s mine." He gave a small roll of his hips. You hissed at the sensitive sensation. "We're not fucking finished until I'm sure you remember." He finally eased out, slowly. You whimpered at the sudden emptiness, thighs trembling.
Neteyam spun you around again, rough, your back met stone once more. He dropped to one knee in front of you, hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, and buried his face between your thighs.
A choked moan escaped from you. His tongue was merciless. Lapping up the mess he'd just made, sucking your clit into his mouth, then fucking back inside you, hungry, like he was satrved. Claiming you twice over. You threaded shaking fingers into his braids, trying to pull him closer, trying to push him away because it was too much.
He growled against your cunt, the vibration shooting right into your spine, doubling you down. Your high was building up again, faster, and more rushed, but still equally as pleasurable. It exploded through your body, and right into his mouth. You cried, hips bucking helplessly as you rode out your orgasm. He graciously drank down everything you gave him.
When he finally rose, lips glossy, he didn't give you time to recover. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, hands under your thighs, pinning you against the stone. He entered you slowly, gently. This time he fucked you slower. Deeper. So slow you felt everything until your eyes rolled back.
"Look at me," he ordered.
You tried. Could barely focus.
He caught your chin. Forced it. "Eyes on me when I fill you again."
You obeyed.
He watched your face the entire time he built you both back up. Watched every flutter of your lashes, every hitch in your breath, every time your lips parted on a plea. When the third climax started coiling low in your belly, he leaned in until your foreheads touched.
"Say it one more time," he rasped. "Who do you belong to?"
"You," you whispered, voice cracking. "Only you."
He kissed you then, tasting of both of you, and thrust hard once, twice, and spilled again. His growl resonated deep in his chest.
You were unsure how long you would be in this cave, but you weren't complaining.
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