๊ฑสษดแดแด๊ฑษช๊ฑ โป Playing different roles to fulfill one's fantasies.
(You struggled to get wet and decided to pay your favorite doctor a visit.)
แดกแดสษดษชษดษข(๊ฑ) โป smut (DUH). ROLEPLAY (I didn't want to reveal it like that, but ok). Doctor x Patient. Fingering. Lil bit of cunnilingus. non-consensual (kind of). If this specific scenario makes you uncomfortable, please don't read it. แดกแดสแด แดแดแดษดแด โป 2,081
Author's Note: I wrote this at school, then this specific thought came to mind. It's not professional at all, but I will die for the thought of Ma Jake fingering me to no end. This is just in a different scenario and roleโand it's driving me insane. This man looks so fucking fine. I need him in ways even I cannot fathom. LOL just joking (no, I'm not). Anyways, if you do aspire to become a doctor, don't ever attempt to pull this shit. You'll lose your license, or worse, you'll get arrested for this lol. But I'm just fulfilling my fantasy here, y'all stay safe tho.
"Why are you here today?" Jake asked, looking professional and neat. His blue skin contrasted with the white coat he wore and the mask that was covering his beautiful face.
โJake Sully. Your favorite Doctor.
โ"I'm here for a consultation and check-up, probably. I've been finding it hard to get wet lately." Direct to the point. But the response was trailing into a quieter volumeโas bold as you were, you were still embarrassed about the situation at hand.
โ"Is there anything else other than that?" Looking down at you, when you invited yourself in and sat on the examining table, "You can be open about it." He urged, staring at you with curious eyes.
โ"I think it's because I masturbate too often and I don't give my vagina a break." You paused and let out an exasperated sigh before continuing, "Even if I spend a lot of time on foreplay, nothing comes out."
Not letting up to your nerves and the thoughts that made you think twice, a forced smile was plastered on your face as you waited for your doctorโs response.
โHumming in approval, he took down more notes.
โ"May you please lie down and take off your pants? I'll check it myself."
โYou did just that.
You didn't know going to the doctors would be this embarrassing. Your dignity peeled off your being along with the pants that you took off yourself.
Now, you were lying down, exposed. Legs wide open with the intent to get diagnosed. The faรงade that you wore was now wearing off as reality was hitting you. What's between your thighs, open for everyone to seeโ for him to see.
As you wait, nervously, latex gloves could be heard in the silence that clung to the clinic's atmosphere. The tension was thick as the heat that was in your body, longing for a single touch that leads to release.
โSitting down in front of you, your cunt occupying his view, he spread your legs wider. "Is it okay if I stimulate you? I need to see what happens when there is friction applied to your clit."
โ"Yesโum, okay."
โHis latex-covered fingers slowly found their way on your vagina. A particular one, on your clit, and he began circling the tip of his digit against it.
When unsatisfied with your lack of reaction to the touch, he slightly pulled away and tried again. This time, he made use of his fingers from the other hand. Pulling the hood of your clit, before creating friction with the other.
โAt the feeling of itโthe warmth of his touch, you sighed. The pleasure was felt even more now. The bundle of nerves, more exposed than everโmore sensitive than before.
The way he was working on you made you want to close your thighs.
โIt was unbearably good. But the pace was killing you. It was too slow to aim for a releaseโthis really was just a test.
โCan you tell me how that feels?โ
With your eyebrows furrowed, you looked down to where he was and answered, โIt feels good, this was better than the one beforeโโ you were cut off.
He pressed down more on it and created a different rhythm of tight circlesโas if he read whatever was on your mind earlierโmaking you choke down a moan.
โWhat was that?โ Your doctor innocently asked.
โYou repeated everything, trying to seem unfazed by this whole situation.
Thoughts circled your mind as this went on. Thoughts about this doctor in front of you, fucking you mercilessly. With his fingers that are currently teasing you and his cock that you hope is throbbing at the sight of you. Eating you out. Bending you over this very table and teasing, touching, fucking you into oblivion.
โYou wanted to shake it off as it wasn't really professional, or appropriate for that matter, to enjoy whatever this is in a way that would lead to sinful things.
โBut the breaths you let out were becoming ragged and heavy, and it doesn't go unnoticed by your doctor. โ"I can see you're close, and I can see that there is arousal coming out." Pointed out by the said doctor, before he withdrew his hand from you, denying you orgasm.
โJake stood up and took off his gloves.
He was done, and there was nothing to be questioned and diagnosed; everything was normal except for the wetness that seeped out of you, waiting to be used.
Letting out a sharp exhale, you regained your lost composure. โAnd as you were about to follow him up, he pushed you back down.ย
โ"Did you really come here to consult or did you just want to tease me, woman?" he let out with a chuckle. His mask was now off, and you could see the way his face turned into a scowl, and the white coat that made him look like a real doctor was now lying somewhere on the floor.
As the last words had left his mouth, your eyes had wandered all over his now bare body, and your gaze stopped at where his bulge sitsโrestrained by the confines of his loincloth. It was hard. You can see the outline of it, and it was huge.
You were not able to mutter an answer as you were occupied by the sight of him.
Using his huge arm, he pushed you back down on the table, and he sat back down once again. Back to the position when he was still your doctor, checking you for abnormalities.
โYouโre wet from this?โ He groaned as his digits, now bare, went to your slit and are now feeling the slick your body had produced. You were wetter now, the sight of him took effect on you.
Desire now lingered within you, more consuming than before.
You hummed as a response and watched as his face drew closer to your aching heat.
Enjoying the sight before you, and the feeling of his fingers teasing your hole, you were now filled with anticipation. And as you squirmed beneath him, with the attempts of thrusting your hips to capture his mouth, he inserted a finger in. A finger that he didnโt hesitate to curl up, coaxing the most reaction from you, yet.
As this went on, you thought about how different it felt from the way you do yours, but it was so good. The pleasure you felt was then elevated into a more stimulating one as his flat tongue came in contact with your puffy clit.
His tongue was slightly rough, and it created a beautiful sensation as it went back and forth on your bundle of nerves. Then, with no more time to spend, he went from lapping on you to sucking you.
The suction of his lips made you let out a cry that had no intention of being hidden.
You felt as if you were losing yourself with each suck of his mouth, lick of his tongue, and each curl and pump of his fingers.
As he smugly grinned, he stood up to stand by your side. Never once stopping with his finger-fucking.
When you realized an opportunity presented itself beside you, you reached a hand out to cup his cock. It was so hard, and you longed to suck it.
He closed his eyes and groaned. In response to your bold move, he wriggled in another girthy finger, eliciting another reaction from you that made his cock throb against your palm.
With two fingers inside you now, your climax was coming to a close. The feeling of tightness in your lower abdomen was getting more unbearable, as your moans were breaking along with each stroke he offered.
You knew he could feel it. Feel how your walls had clamped down on him as you could see how he struggled to push back into you.
And with the last moan of his name, you came. This time, he did not deny you the pleasure of finishing. But, he continued to fuck you, his pace not wavering. Not even when you grabbed his arm and put a tight grip on it, begging him to stop.
It was getting too much, and he was enjoying this. Satisfaction shone in his eyes and across his face.
Then suddenly, he stilled. Filling you to the brim. His fingers engulfed in your warm cunt.
He was not pulling out of you and pushing back in. He just stayed in there.
As the tension in your abdomen was fading along with a whine of protest coming from you, he curled his fingers upwards and uncurled them. The suddenness of this move felt even better as it hit that sensitive, spongy spot inside you.
He did this repeatedly until everything you once felt was coming down on you again.
Blinded by the feeling, you took it upon yourself to hold both your thighs openโtaking everything he could give you. Gripping them and keeping them spread as wide as you could before moaning out, "fuckโ I'm so close."
That was the last coherent thing you were able to let out. The rest being the pretty moans coaxed out of you, and the inexorable, vigorous thrusts of his fingers.
Then, you came again. With legs trembling. And the slick that seeped out of you dripping down your ass to the table where you lay.
In a swift motion and in a calm manner, he eased his fingers from your warm cunt.
He then strode away, with you watching him carefully, lifting the coat long forgotten on the floor. Where he dragged your slick across the fabric before slipping it on and fixing himself.
After he was done, he turned to face you.
โOkay, youโre done. All is well. You are responding, and most of all, you have arousalโyou did not find it hard to get wet. But give it some rest sometimes and come back here as soon as you can.โ
The coat he now wore made all the difference. From the way he talked to you and how he looked at you. It was as if he didnโt make you finish twice, with both his fingers and mouth.
He was your doctor again. Professional as ever.
With a heaving breath, you sat up, speechless. There were so many questions in your head, but one stood out and left you wondering, which got you to ask.
โWhy do I need to come back?โ
โFor a follow-up check-up.โ He said with knowing eyes and continued, โYou know how it goes, Doc.โ
***
He was studying you with cautious eyes, waiting for any violent reactions from you, but all he got was silence. He was growing worried each second as he assumed your state was from processing what just happened.
Not until you finally broke your character and let out a laugh, to which he followed along. A nervous chuckle broke out of him.
"Was that okay?" He asked, picking up the pants you had discarded earlier and assisting you when you tried standing up. Needing a sort of reassurance.
"You did great." Giving him a peck, relying on the tight grip he had on your waist as your legs trembled from the orgasms he gave you.
Laughter was inevitable, coaxed out of the pair of you, and it began to falter as your eyes met his. Lighthearted, it was. Making him realize that maybe he did not do too badly.
He felt so proud of the compliment you gave. And this eased any hesitation and worry he had.
Roleplay is not his forte, and he warned you about this beforehand. But despite this, he still tried to give you what you want.
Learning medical jargon that you use in your everyday vocabulary. Learning the ways in which you acted normally at work, being a doctor, and providing healthcare for your patients. But that clearly left his mind when he was reminded of the purpose he was doing all these for.
It was fun. Clearly, unprofessional if done in real scenarios. But it was between you and him. A wife and a husband. A wife with fantasies and a husband who wants to fulfill them.
He did not even notice your hand snaking in between your bodies, finding its way to his cock. Cock that he assumed was already hard from everything that happened.
In response, he just smiled. Said smile growing wider each second.
Oh, he's finally going to get his sweet promised reward.
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โ The most dangerous thing about Pandora is, that you may grow to love her too much. โ โJ.S
synopsis: it only took Neteyam one time to see you smile at someone else for him to finally realize how he did not want to have to pretend having a platonic relationship with you anymore.
contents & pairing/s: neteyam x fem! omatikaya! reader.
part two to platonic horror
Geniuses. It was a heavy word, defined by an exceptional intellect or a skill that bordered on the divine. At twenty, Neteyam carried that definition like a second skin. As the heir to the Omaticaya, he was a masterpiece of expectations met, a warrior whose grace was matched only by the strategic sharpness of his mind. His grandmother, the Tsahรฌk, saw it. The clan felt it.
But Neteyamโs world wasnโt built solely on duty. It was built onย her.
Y/n. She was the daughter of a fallen warriorโorphaned by a war she did not witness. A girl who had traded weaving needles for obsidian spears at thirteen. While other girls were learning the rhythm of the loom, Y/n was learning the rhythm of the hunt, her eyes reflecting a fierce hunger to be seen as more than a tragedy. They had grown up as mirrors of one anotherโtwo souls forged in the heat of training and the quiet of the forest.
He knew the calluses on her palms. He knew the specific way she held her breath before releasing an arrow. He had been her guardian, her spar-mate, and her confidant. He told himself he cared for her with the protective duty of a brother, yet he watched her with the soul-deep intensity of a man who had already chosen his mate, even if his mind was too stubborn to admit it.
The village was alive, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and the golden glow of a massive central bonfire. Dancers swayed in the center, their bodies painted in shimmering bioluminescence.
"That is Asรฏm," Orโdu whispered, leaning into the circle of young warriors. "Ninatโs daughter. See how she moves? Like the river itself."
The young men leaned in, captivated. Neteyam, however, sat with his spine straight, his fingers tracing the rim of his wooden bowl. He glanced at the dancersโthey were beautiful, certainlyโbut his eyes felt restless. They didnโt want "beautiful." They wantedย home.
She would look better in those silks,ย Neteyam thought, his gaze drifting away from the performers. He could see it clearly: Y/n, with butterfly residue dusted across her cheekbones, her fierce eyes softened by the firelight, wearing the diadem of a lead dancer. The thought made his chest tighten with a sudden, sharp ache.
He found her in the shadows near the edge of the hall. She was laughing with Kiri and other younger girls, her head tilted back, exposing the graceful line of her throat. She looked so relaxed, so untouchable, that Neteyam felt a surge of possessive heat. He didn't just want to look at her; he wanted to be the reason she was smiling.
"Why are you staring at Y/n again?" Tsanโti nudged him, a playful, knowing smirk on his face. "Focus, brother! There are five girls over there trying to catch the future Olo'eyktanโs eye, and youโre busy doing a head count of your sisterโs friends."
"I am not staring," Neteyam lied, his voice like gravel. "I am... observing the perimeter."
"Right. And Iโm a Leonopteryx," Tsanโti laughed.
Neteyam stood to leave, needing to clear the fog of her from his brain, but he was immediately intercepted. Asรฏm and Anโtem, two of the lead dancers, slid toward him like silk.
"Neteyam," Asรฏm purred, her hand sliding boldly onto his forearm, her fingers tracing the corded muscle there. "The night is young. Why leave the music behind?"
Neteyam froze. The touch felt invasive, wrong. His eyes instinctively darted across the clearing to see if Y/n was watching. She was. Her head was tilted, her expression unreadableโhalf-amused, half-observant.
Donโt look at me like Iโm a prize theyโve won,ย he pleaded silently.
"Dance with us, my prince," the other girl whispered, leaning close enough that her breath fanned his neck.
Neteyamโs patience snapped. He pulled his arm back with a sharp, jarring motion. "Itโs not happening," he said, his voice cold enough to cut through the humid night air. "I am not picking any of you. Find another partner."
One of the girls gasped, her lower lip trembling at the blunt rejection, but Neteyam didn't care. He turned on his heel, his eyes searching for Y/n, ready to walk over and reclaim his place by her side.
But the space beside her was no longer empty.
A young warrior named Hรกrim had slid into the spot Kiri had vacated. He was leaning in closeโtoo closeโwhispering something into Y/nโs ear. And then, the sound that broke Neteyamโs composure: Y/n laughed. Not a polite, clan-gathering laugh, but a genuine, bright sound that belonged only to her.
Neteyam felt as though he had been struck in the solar plexus. The "brotherly" mask he wore cracked, revealing a raw, jagged jealousy that burned like acid.
"Thatโs Hรกrim," Kiriโs voice appeared at his shoulder, dripping with intentional mischief. "In case you were wondering who was making her enjoy the night."
"I wasn't wondering," Neteyam snapped, his tail lashing behind him, nearly knocking over a basket.
"And, oh, brother. Heโs very romantic," Kiri continued, leaning against a post and watching her brother crumble. "He brought her a rare forest orchid earlier. I think sheโs considering him. Heโd be a strong mate, don't you think?"
Neteyamโs jaw tightened so hard it ached. He watched Hรกrim reach out and playfully nudge Y/nโs shoulder. Y/n didnโt pull away.
"She hardly knows him," Neteyam muttered, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
"Oh, I don't know," Kiri hummed, adding the final spark to the flame. "Sometimes a girl just wants someone who isn't afraid to show he wants her. Maybe she's tired of waiting for someone else to open his eyes."
Neteyam didn't respond. He couldn't. His heart was drumming a war beat against his ribs. He watched Y/n smile at Hรกrim again, and in that moment, the "genius" prince realized he had been a fool.
He didn't want to be her guardian. He didn't want to be her brother. He wanted to walk over there, drag her away from the firelight, and make sure she never laughed at another manโs jokes for the rest of her life.
"She is mine to guard," he whispered to the shadows, his eyes locked on her.
"Then go guard her, big brother," Kiri smirked. "Before someone else takes the post."
Neteyam didnโt just walk; he prowled.
The heat of the bonfire was nothing compared to the slow burn under his skin as he watched Hรกrim lean closer to Y/n, his hand hovering near hers as he spoke. Every laugh that left Y/nโs lips felt like a needle pricking at Neteyamโs pride. He had spent years being the one she turned to, the one who earned those smiles. Seeing them gifted to someone else felt like a betrayal he wasn't prepared for.
"I have never seen that flower in this part of the forest," Y/n was saying, her voice soft and full of genuine interest. She was looking at a small, glowing blossom Hรกrim held out to her. "Itโs beautiful, Hรกrim. You really went all the way to the high cliffs for this?"
"For you? I would have gone further," Hรกrim replied, his voice dropping into a tone that made Neteyamโs ears twitch.
"Y/n."
Neteyamโs voice broke through their bubble like a crack of thunder. Both of them looked up, and for a fleeting second, Neteyam felt a pang of hurt when he saw the flicker of disappointment on Y/nโs face at the interruption. She didn't look at him with her usual warmth; she looked at him like he was a stray gust of wind ruining a calm day.
"Neteyam," she said, her tone polite but distant. "I thought you were busy."
"They are gone," he said shortly, stepping into the space between them, his presence looming. He looked at Hรกrim, his gaze sharp and unforgiving. "The evening meal is concluding. My father requires a word with the young warriors regarding tomorrow's patrol."
It was a lieโor at least, a very loose interpretation of a commandโbut it worked. Hรกrim looked between the two of them, sensing the sudden tension radiating off the prince.
"Of course," Hรกrim said, standing up. He turned back to Y/n, his expression softening. "I hope to finish our conversation later, Y/n. Perhaps we can walk to the river tomorrow?"
Y/n smiledโa real, lingering smile that made Neteyamโs heart sink. "I would like that, Hรกrim. Thank you for the gift."
As Hรกrim walked away, the silence between Neteyam and Y/n grew heavy. She didn't look at him. She flicked the petals of the flower Hรกrim had given her, a small, thoughtful hum vibrating in her throat.
"You're being quiet," she noted, finally glancing up at him. "And you look like youโve been eating sour berries. What is it, Neteyam?"
"You like him," Neteyam said, the words tasting like ash. He couldn't hide the hurt in his voice anymore. The "perfect heir" was gone, replaced by a boy who felt like his world was tilting on its axis. "You actually like him."
Y/n stood up, brushing the dirt from her legs. "He is kind. Fine. He listens. And he doesn't treat me like someone he has to lecture or a soldier he has to train. It's... nice, Neteyam. To be looked at differently."
Neteyam flinched. The jealousy that had been roaring in him suddenly quieted into something much more painful: realization. He had spent so much time being her "guardian" that he had forgotten to be her heart.
"I don't look at you like a sister," he whispered, stepping closer, his shadow falling over her. The bravado was gone. His tail was low, and his eyes were wide, searching hers with a desperate sort of honesty. "I never have. I was just... too afraid of losing what we had to ask for what I actually wanted."
Y/n went still, her fingers pausing on the flower. "And what do you want, Neteyam?"
He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear. His touch was feather-light, a silent plea.
"I want to be the one who brings you flowers," he murmured, dipping his head sideways ad his voice cracking with a sudden, overwhelming sweetness. "I want to be the one you laugh with. I want to... I want to court you, Y/n. Properly. If youโll let me."
The air between them changed. The sounds of the feast faded into the background. Y/n looked down at the flower in her hand, then back up at him. A small, shy dimple appeared in her cheekโthe one that only showed when she was truly happy.
"The high cliffs are a long walk, Neteyam," she whispered, her voice teasing but soft, her eyes shining with a hidden invitation. "And those orchids only bloom at dawn."
She didn't say yes directly, but she didn't walk away. Instead, she reached out and briefly, tentatively, let her fingers brush against his wristโthe same spot where the other girls had tried to grab him, but her touch felt like a blessing.
"Iโll be awake at dawn," she added, her voice a soft promise. "I suppose I could see what kind of gift a prince brings before I make up my mind about the river."
Neteyam felt the breath rush back into his lungs, his heart doing a frantic, happy dance. He watched her walk away toward her own tent, her steps light, leaving him standing there in the cooling embers of the fire, finally knowing exactly where he belonged.
This is super clichรจ lol. Tell me if you guys want a part 2!!
แแแขย @deprivedrealityย 2026 | all rights reserved.
Synopsis: Neteyam often forgets that you arenโt officially his (and totally forgets to tell you he wants you to be)
Word Count: 1.3k
Note: I genuinely hope you guys like my works I really try! Gonna leave this here while I get a smau ready
If anyone were to ask Neteyam how he would court someone, heโd shrug his shoulders. โI have no need to think about useless things.โ Was his go-to. Which, fair enough. Why would he worry about courting and mating when he had more pressing matters.
Besides, why would he have to think about stuff like that when he has you? His โunofficial, official mateโ as his family would say. The one he can trust to be himself around. The one who lets him be a huge dork instead of the next Oloโeyktan.
And itโs not like it wasnโt mutual. The two of you made a sort of pact in your early youth that you would simply turn to the other for support when the rest of the world seemed like too much.
Said pact only transformed into what Jake called a โfriends with benefits dynamic.โ It was the closest definition for your relationship. Only, you didnโt quite indulge in any activities past heated make-out sessions. More using each other for the emotional aspects. But regardless, the two of you definitely did things that normal friends wouldnโt even think of.
Despite not having a label, neither of you had any interest in finding company with anyone else. Nor did you try to seek another presence. You had each other, body, heart, and soul. That fact alone was good enough.
However as time passed, you โ or rather Neteyam โ noticed that others your age were ratherโฆ ignorant of the bond you shared. Not a day would pass where one would pluck up the courage to confess to you, completely ignoring the other standing right next to you.
There was nothing Neteyam hated more than others hitting on you. Especially so when he was standing right next to you. The way youโd smile at them, completely oblivious to their ulterior motives. You just thought they were being friendly. But he saw the way their eyes trailed up and down your figure as you walked away, and he wasnโt having it.
As the eldest, he had to set a good example. Couldnโt get into fights, couldnโt act on impulse like Loโak. And besides, the two of you werenโt mated before Eywa. What right did he have to act like you were only his to love?
That didnโt stop him from glaring daggers into the sides of their heads. He was sick of it.
Not that he didnโt trust you, absolutely not. He trusted you with his whole being. But he had this gnawing feeling in his chest every time your smile was directed towards someone else.
It wasnโt until you had someone ask if you were single right in front of him, that the boy finally had enough.
He pulled you out away from the clan one night after dinner. The determination to start courting you burned in his eyes. To make things official, to make it known to everyone.
But the moment you looked up at him with your gentle eyes, every thought in his mind vanished. The way youโd murmur your nickname for him had Neteyam frozen in his place.
He snapped out of his trance once you waved your hand in front of his face. He quickly shoved something into your chest before walking away. An armband.
Neteyam didnโt know what he was doing in all honesty. Heโd never tried courting someone before. But seeing you wearing the band he practically threw at you last night made him smile. He had spent weeks prior intricately weaving the accessory in his free time.
His hand instinctively reached towards his arm where a similar wrap was secured. The centre designs mirroring the one that wrapped over your left arm.
When you asked him later about what was up with the night prior, he just waved you off. Claiming that he just wanted to give you a little gift since he noticed you didnโt have an armband for yourself.
As time passed, you noticed Neteyam would bring you things more often. Whether it was food, flowers, herbs youโve been needing for healing, or even just little trinkets. You just assumed he was looking out for you like always.
Heโd always invite you out with him to fly on your ikranโs, bring you along when Loโak and his other siblings would go on adventures, anything really. But now, itโs like he wanted to spend every free second he had with you. Not like youโd complain. Why would you? Spending time with him was arguably one of the best parts of your day.
It wasnโt long before word spread throughout the clan that the two of you were essentially glued at the hip. Even more so than when you were younger. But alas, the fact that you had yet to secure a label invited some unwanted attention.
Having matching accessories with him helped deter other naโvi trying to ask you out for the most part. Except for the select special few who were either ignorant and went for it anyways, or genuinely stupid. He couldnโt tell.
Sometimes Neteyam felt as though Eywa was testing his patience. Especially so when someone walked right up to him and asked about your preferences. About which flowers you liked, or favourite colour. Every single time without fail, heโd play the stupid card and just shrug the question off.
If they couldnโt even try to get to know you themselves, why the hell would he entertain it? You were his anyways, itโs not like they had a chance.
Well, he was 99% sure you were. For some reason, after you accepted his gift, nothing seemed to change. Youโd go about your day, hang out with him and the others, and wish him goodnight before heading back to your tent.
Did he overthink it? Not at all, he knew how your relationship worked before he gave you a courting gift. And besides, you accepted it! He really didnโt have anything to worry about. But that didnโt stop him from thinking other thoughts every now and then.
Until you accepted a courting gift from another. That was his last straw.
You had just walked up to him, showing him the gift a boy had given you. A pretty little hair clip. Unaware of the intent behind it (not that you were oblivious, but because you already had Neteyam on your mind when it came to anything remotely romantic), you animatedly told him about the interaction.
When you finally finished replaying the entire interaction to him, the boy let out a groan. Everything clicked in place, it all made sense. The way your behaviour towards him remained the same, the way you never bat an eye when he remained in your vicinity for longer.
You werenโt even aware he was trying to court you.
He stepped closer to you, placing his hands on both of your shoulders, a sigh leaving his mouth before finally spilling everything to you. How his gift to you meant he wanted to court you. The way he wanted to call you his, to tell everyone that you had him wholeheartedly.
The pause that followed his confession was enough for Neteyam to jump to the conclusion that he had just ruined your entire relationship.
That wasโฆ until you ripped the hair clip off and threw it as far as you could into the forest, turning back to him with wide eyes. Almost as if you just had an eye opening discovery.
Your hand immediately found his, bringing it over the armband that remained fastened around your arm. A quiet confession of your own leaving your lips. One of your love and admiration for him.
Before you knew it, his lips were on yours, the feeling different from any other kiss youโve shared before. This one filled with passion, all the feelings kept hidden finally able to flow freely between you.
When you broke the kiss, you gave him a light smack. How could he decide he wanted to court you without actually telling you?? You could only laugh as you imagined telling this story to his family.
Neteyam made sure to never forget to tell you about anything ever again after that. Heโs just glad Eywa pitied him enough to give him this outcome.
๊ฑสษดแดแด๊ฑษช๊ฑ โป After you gave birth to your first child, your mate has been almost unbearably patient about finding release. You, on the other hand? Not even close.
แดกแดสษดษชษดษข(๊ฑ) โป The reader does not need to wear a mask to keep her alive, cuz it left my mind completely. LACTATION KINK (he gets a taste). Fingering. Oral (f.receiving). Impatient reader. Hesitation. Tongue fucking. SIZE DIFFERENCE (The reader is human, so there is a huge difference between their sizes, but not to the point that he's able to kill the reader while mating.) Let's pretend that the distance between the vaginal opening and the cervix is longer than 3-5 inches. HE A BIG ONE. You a mama. Absolute Filth. Squirting. แดกแดสแด แดแดแดษดแด โป 5.2k แดสแดษด๊ฑสแดแดษชแดษด โป Kelku = Home | Tanhรฌ = Star / Bioluminescent Freckle (it's such a cute pet name)
Author's Note: This has been in my drafts for three damn years, and this was previously a husband!Thor fic, but ummm nevermind. I love this idea of husband!Neteyam more. Hope you enjoy reading this more than I did writing it!
Neteyam is splayed out on the hammock, waiting for you to come and accompany him or acknowledge his presence. He does nothing but intently stare at you.
He observes how you take care of your child. His child. And he takes a mental picture of how you look at this very moment. Rocking the baby back and forth in your arms, humming to the tune of your favorite song, and looking closely at a sight you call art.
The sight of your baby, with his eyes closed, and his small hand that had a tight grip on your thumb. Just with that, all the tiredness you've felt throughout the day vanished.
Every once in a while, Neteyam would clear his throat to catch your attention, which is all given to the infant in your arms. You would then look up, blink sleepily at him, and shake your head in response to his silent offer. You know he is offering you a hand. He wanted to be the one to put the baby to sleep, so that you wouldn't have to expend all your energy.
He is as stubborn as a bull. So, he eventually sat up and went to you with open arms. At this point, Neteyam was demanding that you hand him the babyโhe just couldn't stand to see you grow even more tired.
"No." You whispered. You're even more stubborn. "Just give me five minutes, 'Teyam."
Knowing a harmless argument would start if he kept on insisting, he stood still by your side and went back to observing. His eyes switched between his newborn and his woman, making a soft smile slowly appear on his face as he admired both of you.
Your sigh snapped him out of his trance, which made him look up and meet your eyes. "He's asleep." You mouthed with a satisfied smile.
After waiting a few seconds, you finally put the baby down and let him continue his sleep. At last, you gave him a last light peck on his forehead before turning to your husband with wide open arms as a sign of wanting to be coddled.
In response, he engulfed you in a warm embrace, slowly walking you both back to the hammock. Wherein, you both lie down with you on top of him.
He held you there for a little while before muttering something you couldn't hear as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You then left the comfort of his neckโwhen he repeated it, and his message was still not heardโand lifted your head to peer at him questioningly.
"Do you want to eat? The hunt earlier was successful, and I was able to gather extra supplies of cooked meat and fruit. Itโs right there, we can go and eat it, now." He repeated for the third time, with his eyebrows shot up, showing his excitement for the idea mentioned.
"Ohโdid you, now? And by gather, you mean, sneak some for your beloved mate who likes to eat in the middle of the night?"
"Yes." His cheeks have a tinge of purple on them as he admits to knowing your sneaky little secret. These things did not go unnoticed by him, and he did this because he did not want you to trouble yourself anymore and sneak out just to satisfy your cravings.
You smiled at his response and added, "I only want the fruit, though."
"Okay, you can have as many as you want then."
***
As he gathers a small portion of the various kinds of fruit in his hand, he often steals glances at you, as you stare at him intently. Your lashes flutter as you sweep your pink tongue over your lower lip, or sometimes have your lip between your teeth.
You were too focused on him. His towering frame. His perfect hair, eyes, and lips. His muscular arms and legs. Most importantly, the darker shades of blue stripes on every part of his body. You wanted to lick every stripe, and you were already planning on how you would execute it.
It has been exactly 3 weeks since you got some releaseโa real one. With his cock inside you, to be specific. And it's been torture. Torture, as you have to live with your mate who never fails to leave you in a state of admiration and hunger.
Now, you are eating the fruits he gathered. Audible hums could be heard after every bite as you were satisfied with its sweet taste and succulent nature.
He really knew how to get you.
***
On the floor of your tent, where Neteyam had laid out a blanket, you sat side by side, his shoulder brushing yours. With a drink in each of your hands, you slowly began asking one another about the pieces of life youโd missed over the past week, trading quiet questions between sips.
This week passed by so fastโjust like a blur of tending to responsibilities, rest, and back at it againโand it was tiresome. Because of this, you never get to ask how the other's day went. As every time the sun had set and the baby finally fell asleep, the only thing you both looked forward to was to feel each other's warmth and fall into a deep sleep.
There was a comfortable silence that lingered between you two, and you broke it by pointing out something that had been bothering you.
"You have that look." You said, looking at him from his side with those knowing eyes of yours.
"What look is that, Tanhรฌ?"
"You want something."
"What is it?"
"You want to fuck." A foul word to use, but it is such a fun one.
His lips twitched before he reached his right hand to place on the exposed skin of your thigh, where he circled his thumb. "Tanhรฌ, you know I always want to fuck."
You stared at each other. Both your gazes held something differentโhunger and longing. That's what it was.
Eventually, you both didn't find the need to fight off the urge to kiss. You leaned in, he did too, and your lips met in a soft kiss, which you melted into.
Neteyam sighed into it and made his move to cup your small face with his hands. The size difference between you two still sends a shiver down your spine. One of his hands could literally cup your whole faceโand you still can't fathom how you were able to take him in you when you were being intimate.
Though the kiss was soft and gentle, it was getting heated each secondโuntil you cursed yourself and pulled away.
"What is it?" He asked, sounding worried.
Just as you were about to mutter your response, you saw him already looking down at the cups of your night gown that darkened with the seeping milk coming from your breastsโit was your son's meal.
Before he can stop himself, he's already brushing his knuckles over the wet spot, the cloth of your nightgown gave enough friction to your nipple, which made you sigh.
Finding the source of his child's food and strength, sensual, is fucked up; he just couldn't help his curiosity in wanting to have a taste. Along with the way you responded to his light touch made him want to have you right then and there.
He's been keeping himself tamed for a while now, and he did not know if he could keep up this strong faรงade of his. He guessed not, as his mind already directed him to a thought so filthy he hated himself for it. He was reminded once again of this thought that comes to his mind once in a whileโyou feeding him the last drip of the substance that's leaking at this very moment.
He finds it so hard to deny his urges right now, and it's showing on his loincloth.
There were times after giving birth, when you ask him for pleasure. He gives it to you, but never his cock because he knew better. He wanted to make sure you are healed before he starts thinking for himself, as he might not be able to go easy on youโespecially with his size. You just tempt him too much, even when you do nothing out of the ordinary.
"You want a taste?" You suggested as you watched his pupils grow dark by the second. He didn't mutter a single word and just nodded, still looking at the nightgown that was hiding your breasts from his sight.
He found himself reaching for your lips, as sinful thoughts were racing in his mind with the suggestion you had just made, and again, both the warmth of your mouth and spit were shared once more as your lips moved effortlessly against each other.
Eager to get a taste, he then left your lips to trail his kisses down your neck, to your soft mounds. You did the honor of lowering the top of your nightgown to present your breasts to him; it was wet from the milk your body produced.
Stopping for a fleeting second, he admired them. They looked even bigger nowโthey were not the usual ones he used to suck on, but they were still as beautiful. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts and put a nipple in his mouth, gently suckling on it, humming, as the warm substance finally touched his tongueโthere came a tinge of sweetness along with itโas the other was massaged by his unoccupied hand.
You tasted so good. He thought. He wanted to milk you dry. Literally.
"Fuck." you whimpered a little bit too loudly as Neteyam drinks from your swollen breasts. When he finally decided to give the other one his attention, he released your nipple to claim the other. The hand that was massaging your breasts went to the small of your back to pull you closer to him.
Your breast was so soft, and it contained such a tasty substance that he would like to drink every hour of the day. Dare he say, his child has a competitor now.
Even though he was sucking your nipple with the intention to milk you dry, he was still gentle with his actions. Careful not to hurt you, but it came with actions, done effortlessly, to make you feel good.
Along with his sucking, his tongue was overwhelming youโin such a wonderful wayโas he swiped it over and over again on your nipple.
You were growing so wet, and you could feel it. The dampness of your slick was prominent, as was the bulge over his loincloth. Both are showing interest in connecting with one another again, after such a long time.
Not wanting to waste any more time, his hand reached to feel the wetness of your panties, confirming your assumed state. Damp wet, you were, but you were already aware of that.
Neteyam, though, with his eyes wide and eyebrows shot up in surprise, immediately pulled his head away to look at you as all he felt was your damp slit. He ran his knuckles through it, and you just gave him a playful smile in return.
You most definitely wanted this to happen, so you didn't mind wearing undergarments as you desired for him fuck you at last.
He chuckled before inserting a finger that slid beautifully. The girth of his finger was two of yoursโmaking you gasp against his mouth after he initiated another heated kissโEywa, you have wanted this for so long, and you hoped that this would be just the start of it. You wanted him. His cock, inside you, so desperately.
"Do you want me to add another?" He asks before interrupting, " You wouldn't mind, would you? You're all healed and finally to be fucked."
With that, you rest your head on his shoulder and nod against it, agreeing, as he pushes another one.
He then finger fucked you until you tried to close your legs. Which didn't make him budge; keeping his left hand on your thigh to keep it open and fucking you even faster as you continuously whimper and writhe against him.
While going at it, his thumb found its way to your clit. Circling it in the right way, knowing you're close to finishing based on the way you were responding to him. And that had you clenching around his fingers.
"Tanhรฌ, you sound so good for me, but the people will hear you." You sounded so good, moaning for him like that. But he thinks that the people who were probably sleeping at this moment won't appreciate it as much as he does.
From your point of view, his thick accent added more to the pleasure brought by his fingers. His voice always got you weak in the knees, and with every pump and curl of his fingers, it brought you closer to your release.
"Oh, never mind, just let it out. Finish on my fingers." He encouraged you when you attempted to suppress the sounds you were producing out of pleasure, realizing that he would rather hear it than have you go silent just for the people.
And there it was, as you freely moan into his earsโhe felt your walls clamp down on his fingers. So hard that he found it difficult to move in and out of you, making him curl it upwards instead, to hit that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to finish right then and there.
Before he started moving his fingers and attempted to have you finish once more, you pleaded, "Baby, I want you inside me. I want to come on your cock."
"You can do that later. Finish this first, okay?" He let you lie down on the floor, and he went downwards, where he came eye to eye with the finger that was now fucking into you once again. "You look healed enough, baby. That's good."
Caught off guard, you gasped as you felt him suckle on your clit, just as he did with your nipples earlierโwith his tongue brushing past that bundle of nerves.
Not long after savoring the way you taste and eating you out like a starved man, you let out a last whimperโwith your eyes shut tightโfinishing again, now on both his fingers and tongue. Pleased with himself, he hummed against you, continuing to lap at you and slurp at the slick you let out just for him.
As you came down from your highโhigh from the two orgasms pulled out of you without much of a breakโNeteyam was still down there with his cheek pressed against your thigh, leaving soft kisses on the other.
When you finally found the strength to pry open your eyes, you found his as he peered up at you with his fingers finally pulled out. Said fingers, which he raised to his mouth, and put the whole thing in. And he groans at the taste of you. His mouth then made a squelching noise, so filthy, as he sucked every drip of your slick off.
He then smiled innocently after doing such a sinful act. You wouldn't even guess he'd be that kind of man. To do all this for his woman. Let alone a human.
"Are you ready for another, Tanhรฌ?" Going up to be eye-level with you. He was now towering over your lying frame. You wouldn't even be seen if someone were to take a peek; his body shielding you from any spectator.
"Of course, I am, baby."
He settled himself between your thighs and held your face in one of his hands. The other, resting on the side of your face to hold himself up.
In this position, with the gap left in between your bodies, you snaked your hand from your sides to his loincloth. He felt so hard against it, and it elicited excitement from you that can be seen in your smile.
Finally, you were going to be fucked by him.
He chuckled, "Are you sure about this?" Then, he answered his own question, "Of course, you are. You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Tanhรฌ? Didn't even bother to wear your pretty little panties."
Hums and giggles were triggered from you as a response. That really was a trick you pulled, and it brought a coy smile to your face, which Neteyam returned with a smug one.
โI miss you so much, you donโt even know.โ You sighed, your hand that was once cupping him leaving the comfort of his bulge, as you wrapped both your arms tightly around him in a hug to pull him closer, so that he was now lying on top of you.
โThen tell me.โ He said, looking into your eyes, your faces just an inch from each other.
โTell you what, โTeyam?โ
โHow much do you miss me?โ
You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face. โAre we not going to continue this?โ Disappointment was heard in your voice. You might not get what you want tonight.
Overdramatic. Yes, and you had the right to.
โWe are.โ He continued, and it came out along with a chuckle. โBut I want to hear how much you miss me first.โ
You sighed, giving in, and started, โYou look so tempting, do you know that? And I think about you a lot, 'Teyam. Even when I tend to my duties. Itโs getting bothersome, especially as you donโt really give me what I ask for.โ
Neteyam wanted to tell you that he thinks about you all the same, even worseโhe was just better at hiding it, but he stopped himself and continued with his teasing. โWhat do you want, Tanhรฌ?โ
โYou.โ
โYou have me right here. What is it that you really want from me?โ He was teasing you. He wanted you to state the obvious; he wanted to hear you say it out loud, and you were not happy with it, but you still blurted your answer out.
โYour cock, baby.โ Then you paused abruptly as heat crept up on your face. You did not know why you felt embarrassed admitting that, but you just did. The gaze that he held on you made you feel even worse.
All of the courage you had mustered throughout the day was slowly fading into oblivion. You had planned this out so carefullyโhow you would execute it, and thought about the possible scenarios as an outcome.
By far, you have succeeded. You have gotten your first two orgasms this evening, and as you have predicted, it was by his mouth and fingers. Until this very moment, you have not thought about this. About him questioning you in between the heated moment shared, and it made you feel flustered as you admitted what was frustrating you. Scolding yourself mentally as you realize what a needy little bitch you are.
But both the breaths you let out were becoming heavy as the confession hung in the air, and Neteyam was staring at you with an unreadable facial expression.
You were trying to read him, but you couldnโt, until you met his eyes. His pupils were so dark with lust, along with the love he had for you. You could feel it, the heat that was radiating off himโit was now more evident than it was before you pointed out the obvious, and it made you excited. But as you looked deeper into his eyes, you could see the hesitation behind them.
โBaby, you donโt have to go easy on me. I want you, and you know how.โ
A reassurance coming from you was all he needed before capturing your lips with his once more. His tongue is getting more involved now. Oh, it made you smile against it.
When he felt your lips curve, he bit them, making you let out a moan into his mouth, and he accepted it proudly as he swiped his tongue over yours. This went on, and suddenly, you were both fighting for dominance. Your tongues clashing so effortlessly, but those movements still had the intent to win over something; it's just that you let him win this time.
Accepting the dominance he asserted over youโaccepting his long tongue in your mouth and sucking on it, to which he groaned. It was filthy. He was fucking your mouth with his tongue, and you were just taking it, happily.
You felt him shift between your thighs, and you tried to peek, but you were too invested in the tongue that was fucking yours at the moment. Either way, you were still unable to, even if you tried, as your bodies were so close to each other. Too close that he would have crushed you into suffocation if it weren't for his hand holding him up.
But there it was. You finally felt it. His bare and hard cock pressed on your knee as he trailed his tongue down your neck, where he had sucked and bitten you. Claiming you as his, once again.
Someone was getting impatient, and this time it wasn't just you. But your feelings were still dominant over his, though, as you couldnโt bear feeling his cock grinding on your thigh, while your hole dripped with arousal and was gaping at nothing. โBaby, please put it inside me.โ It came out as a whimper. Normally, you would have scolded yourself for acting so needy, but right now, thatโs not one of your priorities.
With one last kiss on your collarbone, he pushed himself up. He was now kneeling in front of you, cock in hand, stroking it slowly. Squeezing it every time he reached the tip, making a clear substance drip from its slit.
He looked so beautiful like this, and he watched you with observing eyes. Eyes that shift between the way you look at him and the way you lick your lipsโyou were growing even more impatient, and he liked you like that.
Most of the time, you would do the work yourself, getting enough of his teasing, but now, he knew nothing like that would happen, as you were worried that he might deny you his cock. Leaving you frustrated and even more desperate than you already were.
Eventually, he finally decided it was enoughโeven he couldn't take his mind off the image of him pushing into you at lastโhe knew he needed more contact. So, he pulled you closer to him by your legs that were displayed before him.
Holding his cock at the base, the tip of it was now creating a friction on your clit, to start the feeling of familiar tightness that was about to build in your lower abdomen. He teased your pussy, enjoying the wetness of it spreading on the tip of his cock as it went down to your clenching hole and back to your sensitive clit.
Whenever it came in contact with your gaping hole, he would push it in, just enough to hear your moans stutter from the slight stretch.
โBaby, please, stop teasingโโ
He did not even let you finish your words before he pushed his cock inside of youโunable to resist your plea. You gasped and gripped the covers beneath you. But that was not even half of him yet, and he continued to push into you. Stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to his size.
His girth stung, and it gave you discomfort, but you wanted this, you asked for this, so you kept your mouth shut. Trying to focus on the pleasure it brought you instead, and only letting out the moans that were inevitable.
Oh, Eywa, he was so big, and you underestimated the stretch his cock would give. You thought, by now, that you could take him better since you had given birth to your first child, but no. You were as wrong as you can be.
All throughout this, Neteyam leaned his body closer to yours as he was whispering praises into your ear and leaving kisses all over your face to distract you from the pain that he assumed you might feel.
โBabyโTanhรฌ, you can take it. You are doing so well for me, baby.โ He praises, as you nod against his forehead.
His cock was so deep inside of you, and you did not know how much more of him you could take as you felt his tip nudge your cervix. And with another inch entering you, it made you feel as if he was reaching something so deep inside you, getting past your cervix and entering your uterus. Impossible, but that's how it felt, and it felt overwhelmingly good.
It made breathing so hard for you as your breath would hitch every now and then, that Neteyam would have to remind you to either let out a breath or take a massive gallop when he realizes you have stopped breathing.
Filled to the brim, you were, as you take in every inch of him. When almost all of his length was inside you, he stopped, completely, and he fired you with questions. "Do you feel okay?" "Am I hurting you?" "Should I stop?"
He just didn't want to hurt you.
Before you even started with this unusual pairing, you both had your doubts, especially when it came to the topic of intimacy. And you bled before, when you had your first with him. Even if he took his precious time to stretch you out and get you wet as much as he possibly could, he still managed to hurt you with his size. Two fingers in, it already felt like you were taking in human cock. Three, you felt discomfort from the stretch it gave. Four, his thumb included, it felt utterly impossible that a sob left your mouth.
But with all your strength, along with the way he treated youโhis constant whispers of reassurance and the other things he did to distract you from the temporary pain you were feelingโyou went through it and were able to take him in. And spent the most wonderful night and felt the most pleasurable sex you had in your entire life when the pain finally subsided.
Until then, sex had become a daily occurrenceโexcept for times when he was away for a whole week hunt.
"No, 'Teyam. Keep going." You whispered against his lips when it was back on yours again. Wrapping your legs tight around his middle to push all that was left inside of you. "Give me all of you, I can take it." You continued, making him whimper against the kiss, which you greedily swallowed.
After regaining his composure, he sat upright and peeled your legs that were wrapped around him and put a tight grip on the back of your knee, he bent you in half. The shift in his movements made his cock twitch inside you, which you responded to with an approving hum.
He planted his knees on the floor to put himself in a more stable position and moved his hips. He was now going in and out of you, fast and hardโjust the way you have wanted itโenough to make you lose yourself with each thrust.
"Fuckโbaby, you feel so tight wrapped around me like this. You need to relax." He whimpered, the grip your walls had on his cock making it hard for him to move.
He could feel that you were not even tense, and you were trying your best to relax to accommodate his girth and length. In all technicality, you were just small compared to him, so his size was too big for you, making your walls choke his length even after birth.
You were now a moaning mess, and so was he, his mouth letting out moans of praisesโmost of them slurred, rather incoherent as he couldn't focus on anything else but on the pleasure he was emitting for the two of you. The tension in your lower abdomen was on fire, and it was accumulating rather quickly.
Neteyam picks up his pace, if it was even possible, and let his eyes roam all over your bodyโmore sounds leaving his mouth as he enjoyed the view he had the privilege to witness.
You looked so beautiful taking him in, and everything else about you was driving him mad and close to release.
He kept on going, and with all the consciousness he could muster, he took a mental note of the current pace and position as your legs trembled against his grip and the moans you let outโmoans of his nameโbecame even louder this time. You were close to finishing.
"Teyam, I'm close, baby." You let out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the pleasure you felt was just too good. The angle of his cock hitting that last strike in you.
He steadied that rhythm until he felt your walls flutter on his cock and you released all over him. It left you in a state of surprise as your eyes flew open to look at the mess you had made.
Neteyam felt it, but he continued thrusting in you. With a satisfied smile now settled on his lips, he engulfed you in a hug and hid his face in the crook of your neck, where he licked and sucked as he released all his load in you, making you feel impossibly full.
As you both caught your breaths, limbs entangled. You felt him collapse into a fit of chuckles against you. With his arms wrapped around you in a hug, he pulled you up with him as he sat on his knees with you on top of him.
"What's so funny, 'Teyam?" you asked, genuinely curious, forgetting what your body had just done.
"What was that, Tanhรฌ? You've never done that before..." He whispered, a cocky smile plastered on his face.
"โI like it." He was quick to recover and get his point across when he saw how heat crept up your face at the way he brought it up. Including the pout that now settled on your lips, feeling rather guilty as you realized everything just now.
The wetness you had made on himโall over his stomach, his thighs, and his cock that was still inside of youโalong with his semen that was now seeping out of you.
Everything was wet, including the blanket he splayed out and the floor of your kelku.
Even though his cock was growing soft inside of you, he did not pull out just yet, liking the way your warm cunt hugged him. It did not feel like it was making any difference, though, as he was still just as big. Only that you can now move freely against him.
Leaving a last peck on your nose, "I would love to see you do that again, Tanhรฌ. Let me clean you up, so you can rest," while brushing your hair back with his fingers.
You sighed happily until you heard the cry of your child, not far across from you. Your smile is now turning into a frownโyou have been so loud that it woke your childโbut Neteyam just grinned widely in response as he let the cries fill his ears.
"On a second thought, can you wait? I'll take care of him, just wait for me, and I'll take care of you too."
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adult Aoโnung x female metkayina reader x adult Neteyam
Words: 10.6k
Summary: Aoโnung loved you as Icarus loved the sun- too close, too much.
Warnings: explicit smut, mmf threesome, ooc Neteyam, biting, p in v, oral, toxic behavior, jealousy, possessive behavior, best friends with benefits, fake dating, angst, one sided love, double penetration, anal
Adult Neteyam / Aoโnung art by the amazing @cinetrix ๐ฉต
Notes: I was aiming for porn and it got emotional my bad
Translation:
Tsawke = sun
Sevin = pretty
Paskalin = honey
"Everyone knows the story of Icarus, who Daedalus warned not to fly too near to the sea, nor too close to the sun.
Have caution, they are saying, because when they tell you this story they are Daedalus.
Have caution, I am saying, because when I tell you this story, you are Ikarus and I am the sun."
โ โโบโโ โพโโบโโ โ
Aoโnung wasnโt always in love with you. And thereโs nothing he wishes more, than for the time to come back where he wasnโt. That time, before that dumb arrangement.
It was a double edged sword.
It wasn't so much a friends with benefits arrangement as it was a assured destruction. Because Aoโnung hadnโt known what he was agreeing to.
โNungy, would you do me a favour?โ
โจYou see, spending every possible second with you has taught Aoโnung to be cautious, to pick up on those minuscule changes in your voice, in your eyes. And the way you called him by this silly little nickname made goosebumps break out over his skin, because whenever you blinked up at him with those big doe eyes and that innocent little smile and then called him nungy, he knew that there was something that you wanted and he also knew that there was no way he could ever deny you.
โจโIโll do you one too,โ you promised, tilting your head, a mischievous smile tugging on the corner of your lips. Oh, you littleโฆ
โจโโฆalright. What do you want now, hm?โ
โจLooking back, Aoโnung realizes that this was his first mistake. His next mistake was not getting up and running when you grinned at him like he was some prey that just walked into your trap. His biggest mistake, however, was not saying no when you proposed this strange arrangement.
"Please pretend that youโฆ that you want me. That thereโs something between us. Just for a while nungy, please. Maybe that would make him jealous, would make him realize that he wants me too."
โจOr maybe he made the first mistake long before that. Maybe his biggest mistake was to befriend that little girl he made fun of, twenty years ago. Or maybe it was making fun of you in the first place. Maybe he shouldโve never picked on you, shouldโve never made you cry, maybe he shouldโve never went to you and apologize, because he has never apologized to anyone else ever before. Maybe he shouldnโt have blushed like an idiot when you accepted his apology, swung your little arms around his neck and pulled him into a hug, told him it was okay. Maybe, just maybe, he shouldโve never made the girl cry that then accepted his apology so unconditionally that Aoโnung swore he would never let anything bad happen to you ever again, because you were the first person to accept him as he is, that could see through his faรงade and saw something good. Something worth to be loved.
He hadnโt known that he was agreeing to losing himself and becoming inseparable from you. Or maybe he had, heโd already known he needed you like his lungs needed air to breathe when it was just friendship between the two of you. He just hadnโt counted on how much his own helplessness to the whole situation would drive him crazy. How it would only be a matter of time before you sunk beneath his bones and nurtured this deep seated familiarity into a love so fierce that he would question if he had ever truly been in love before you came along.
But your love was directed to someone else.
Every single nerve-ending burned with the desire to haul a fist over and slam it into his face. It was on the verge of painful just to hold his muscles tightly still whenever he was around. If he did anything to this piece of shit, Aoโnung knew he would be the one to get punished for it.
Neteyam. Heโs the one his tsawke was so head over heels for. The omatikaya prince that grew roots on his island a couple of years ago when his family sought otulu within his clan.
Aoโnung knew you had your eyes on him ever since you took part in training him for his second iknimaya with the metkayina. But he didnโt deserve your kindness. Neteyam didnโt deserve any of the things you did for him, the things you still do. Not with the way he had that filthy grin on his face when his eyes roamed your body. Not with the way he acted all innocent and kind in front of others, but his true nature made Aoโnung scrunch his nose in disgust.
Neteyam just wasnโt a good guy. Sure, he had this special talent in making others believe that he was, but he certainly wasnโt.
Youโve spent years trying to get his attention with courting gifts, fleeting touches and seductive words. But while Neteyam seemingly tried to leave his filthy fingertips on every women in the village, he barely paid you any mind. Just enough though, once in a while, to keep you wanting him, keep you on edge. Like this was all just a fun little game to him.
But what shocked Aoโnung most was, that you knew. You knew that he was a flirt, knew that he slept around, knew that he was playing with you, kept your hopes up for years on end but never returned any of these feelings or kind gestures to you and yet you still couldnโt peel your eyes away from him. It made his blood boil, because how could a smart little thing like you be so blind, so dumb to fall for him, of all people?
Truth be told, Aoโnung wasnโt even sure if part of the reason he agreed to any of this was that he was hoping it would work. Aoโnung was hoping this would get Neteyam jealous, he was hoping this would hurt him as much as it hurt you to find him flirting with another woman yet again, to find him wearing the bracelet you made while his hand was buried between another womanโs thighs. Yes, Aoโnung hoped it would hurt him. Even if he was hurting himself on the way.
But by eywa, could hurting himself feel any better?
The first time he gave in to you was intense. It left you with a noticeable, unplaceable stiffness in your walk the next morning, but aching to have him again. Aoโnung found himself unable to lean his weight fully against anything for three days, his muscles sore, feeling thicker than usual. There were gouges from your nails in his back, bruises from his hands on your body, marks from his teeth everywhere they could possibly cover. Marks that were normally meant for no one to see, yet you displayed them like they were art, meant to be noticed, to be seen.
"Louder, tsawke. Let him hear you."
He doesnโt know what drives him more insane. The feeling of your walls clamping down around his cock, squeezing him so painfully tight it felt like he might come undone at any second. Or the knowledge that you were doing this only now that he had mentioned him. Not that it actually mattered.
A wet rhythmic smack of flesh against flesh filled the air in your marui. Aoโnungs hands were at your hips in a tight grasp, your cheek shoved against the ground, ass high in the air as he pounded into you.
"Let him hear how good Iโm making you feel", he whispered against the shell of your ear. "Moan my name."
Selfish, yes.
But you just sound so sweet when you gasp his name like that, with that whiny tone in your voice thatโs halfway muffled into the sheets, little punched out moans garnishing the whole thing before his cock started throbbing inside you.
He made sure Neteyam heard every little noise you made, every moan, every whimper and every filthy squelch of his cock drilling into your wet heat. Aoโnung made sure he heard all of it. You were his, he let himself believe. Even if it was just for now, just for this.
"Aoโnung!" The name rolled off your tongue as a whimper, a gasp, followed by a choked-off moan as he gripped your hips and pressed himself closer against you, buried his face into the crook of your neck and lapped at the bite marks that he only recently put there.
Anyone could claim their mate with a courting gift, he thought proudly, sucking yet another hickey into your throat as he simultaneously trusted into you. But these bites and hickeys, they were an art that required precise observation from their presenter and the complete trust from their acceptor.
These werenโt cold, lifeless symbols of affection, no. You couldnโt just take them off. But they had short lifespans, often only a few days, a week if he was lucky. And this gave him the opportunity to continue to give you new ones over and over, of different sizes, shapes and colors; and if he didn't feel like putting them on your throat, then he could put them on your breasts, your hips, on your wrists, your shoulders or your thighs.
Your entire body was an available canvas for these markings and he took great advantage of this.
Aoโnung liked having the ability to move them and create new ones as the old faded and disappeared. He liked having the opportunity to accept and receive his own markings when your old ones had once again retreated from sight.
They were profoundly intimate, a powerful symbol that was physically felt each and every time it was given to an extent that any other courting gift never would be.
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Yesterday nightโs memories were still pretty much livid in front of his minds eye as Aoโnung not so subtle failed to listen to his so called friends about whatever they were talking about.
Nothing they werenโt used to. Itโs not like he had ever actively participated in a conversation that wasnโt about him, anyways. And itโs not like he cares much about what that says about him. Aoโnung knows these guys arenโt really his friends. At least not like you are. Theyโre more like his goons, brainless little minions that have been following him around and would listen to every one of his orders since the day they found out he will be the next oloโeyktan. Heโs almost certain that they wouldnโt stick to him if it werenโt for this fact.
Gentle waves rock him back and forth on his tsurak, the morning sun casting a warm glow over the vast ocean, his spear-gun strapped to his back as they wait for the rest of the hunting party to join them.
Aoโnung doesnโt need a mirror to know that he mustโve looked like he was ready to commit a crime when some of the younger hunters were accompanied by the Sully brothers, and he wonders which of these skxawngs had invited them so he knew which of them to exile from any hunts for the next month or so.
Neteyam greets the others first as he approches, polite as ever, but thereโs a knowing, dirty little grin reserved just for him as he turns in his direction to reach a hand out for him to shake, like theyโre friends. Aoโnung fights the urge to scoff and roll his eyes at that.
Reaching their chosen spot, he then signals the other hunters to prepare their fishing spears and nets. Each of them take their position, their eyes keenly scanning the water's surface for any sign of movement, while some others submerge into the deeper water.
However, Aoโnungs own eyes are unfocused. He has a hard time concentrating on anything other than that insufferable forest boy swimming only mere inches away from him. Like letting his five fingered freak of a brother participate wasnโt already enough of an insult to his warriors pride. No, now there were two of these demon spawns here with him. He knew Neteyam wasnโt even doing anything particular annoying, yet it felt like he was taunting him with every breath he took.
It was as if he could sense his thoughts, because a shadow suddenly casts over the spot Aoโnung had aimed his spear to, making it impossible for him to see through the waters surface. Looking up, Aoโnung is then met with a pair of golden eyes and sharp teeth grinning back at him.
Any complain about Neteyam blocking out the sun so the man would hopefully move and bother someone else dies on his tongue, the moment his gaze lands on the shiny pearl thatโs dangling over his shoulder, tidily braided into a strand of ink-black hair.
Aoโnung would probably recognize this white pearl everywhere. He was with you the day you had found the shell, had watched you crave and polish it for hours. He had wordlessly sat besides you, pondering if you even realized that a similar pearl garnished his songcord as a reminder of the day he had met you. That he had once sat where you sat, spent hours working in concentration to crave the pearl from such a filigree shell that his hands were hurting for days, hoping you would return the gesture to him one day.
"Neat, huh?" The omatikaya smiles, but itโs not a genuine one, before he brushes through his braids and twirls the pearl between his fingertips. It makes Aoโnung snap out of his thoughts, and heโs quick to advert his gaze to the sun, secretly hoping it will burn his eyes so he would never have to look at it on him again.
He just hums, barely a coherent response. While he wants to agree, simply for the fact that you had made it, he would also rather die than compliment the demons son. And he knows Neteyam just want to force a reaction out of him, so he chose to end the conversation right here and wordlessly swims a little further, where he then aims his spear to the waters surface, targeting a fish with precision andโ
"Almost as pretty as the little thing that made it for me." Neteyam squints his eyes at him as he chuckles, and this time his amusement is sincere. Aimed to hit a nerve.
With a swift motion, Ao'nung hurles his spear into the water, but it completely misses the shimmery fish that had caught his eyes.
He turns to glare at the man thatโs practically begging to be the next target. His Tsurak growls, making the water around him vibrate as it feels the anger radiating off his rider through the bond.
"I didnโt mean to insult you", Neteyam laughs and shakes his head, holding his hands up in surrender. "You two are awfully close, no?"
With a sigh, he regains his composure, takes a deep breath and, afraid that whatever might come out of his mouth would only start something that wouldnโt do him good, simply choose to nod instead, his eyebrows still drawn together tightly. Neteyams grin still hasnโt vanished, yet he seems to mimic the way Aoโnungs spine had straightened, which in return made him feel like he was under interrogation.
"How come I still havenโt seen any courting gifts on her then? Whatever it is called that you have with her, is that some kind of arrangement orโฆ?"
"Nothing that should concern you, forest boy", he cuts him off.
"Hmh, right." Neteyam nods and Aoโnung canโt help but pray to eywa that this would finally be the end of this uncomfortable conversation. Unfortunately, it is not, as the forest boy then swims a little closer, his voice low as he says, "Well, by the sound of the moans you knock out of her", a look comes over Neteyams face, and it sickens him to realize it was arousal. "I may have to try my hand at her sometime too, just to see what all the fuss is about. Seems like she loves to spread her thighs for just anyone."
Aoโnung balled his fists, and ground his teeth together so hard, he was almost certain he could hear a crack. It took every last ounce of energy not to lunge at him.
Neteyams wordsย whispered over and over and over in his head, a rolling loop that he thought might actually drive him insane.
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Never had left him a hunting trip so tense before, Aoโnung realized, sighing as he lowered himself into the water. It was warm and relaxing, soothing his tense muscles and the ache he felt.
He seemed to get like this a lot lately, feeling stressed and tense and trying harder than ever to will himself to sleep, to concentrate and to stop thinking about this. But it was impossible. Aoโnung found his mind going back to the same problem over and over again and he found worry and jealousy rising in the pit of his gut more and more.
It had been some time since his last visit to the hot springs in the center of the island, and at least the waters were soothing on his overworked body. Not to mention the way your hands were gently running over his shoulders, as you positioned yourself to straddle his lap.
The hot spring was large, a natural pool that sat surrounded by smooth stones, leaving the air here steamy and considerably warmer than the rest of the forest. A popular spot to bath for the metkayina, but tonight it was calm and empty.
Long, ropy vines hung low and mingled with purple leafy plants above him. Bountiful beds of marigold, azure, blazing red, and creamy orange blossoms lined the space that the pool inhabited. Small particles of pollen danced in the steam that rose to the sky. Blue-green moss coated the rocks where their surface was wet and slick from the humidity.
You had both stripped out of your clothes, long past being uncomfortable with each other's nudity. Your warm, soft breasts now pressed against his chest, thighs framing his waist and his body finally relaxes as he deeply inhales the swirling aromas of both, the hot spring, filled with oils and herbs, and also your sweet natural scent.
Aoโnung rests his back against a rock that had been weathered smooth, his hands gliding over the soft skin of your back, up and down, as you continue to knead the tight muscles of his shoulders and neck. Through the upper canopy of the trees he could see night draw in and a soft rumble filled his chest as he pulled you closer.
"Still not going to talk to me about what happened today?"
Your playful voice is what makes him pry his eyes open and unfortunately return his mind to the moment and todays memories.
"Nothing happened today, tsawke. I already told you", he grumbles.
"You know I can tell when youโre lying", you push and Aoโnung wants to roll his eyes, but he misses the strength to do so. Instead, he just buries his face into the crock of neck and makes a sound of annoyance. "And youโre never like this after a hunt. Normally, I canโt even get you to shut up about how you made the biggest catch and how youโre oh so much better than everyone else, how theyโre all just a bunch of skxawngs andโ ", you begin to mock him, but canโt finish the sentence as a teasing little giggle bursts out of you.
"That does not sound like me at all", he protests, yet canโt hide the lazy grin forming on his lips.
Itโs moments like these that Aoโnung values most about your friendship. It feels so intimate and natural, the way you so playfully interact with him. How close you are, physically and mentally. You take care of each other, even if the ways in which you do, go beyond any normal friendship. It just feels so good to be in your presence, it makes him forget about the world around him for a while. Makes him forget why he was even so tense, what exactly had plagued his mind in the first place. There was just you now.
Aoโnung doesnโt even try to wipe the woozy smile from his face as he listens to your soft giggles and the joy it brings you to tease him, to know that youโre the only one allowed to do this and continue unharmed. Oh, how you loved to take advantage of the soft spot he had for you.
Your chest was still pressed firmly against his own, droplets of water running down your collarbone and collecting in a small puddle where your breasts are squished together. You wear your hair up in a bun, a few messy strands sticking to the sweaty skin of neck and forehead and Aoโnung thinks youโre the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes upon.
Between soft laughs as you mimic his cocky way of presenting himself, he catches you off guard as he suddenly presses his lips against yours.
He knows thereโs no reason to do this. Youโre all alone out here, so thereโs no point in trying to make someone jealous that wasnโt even there to witness it. But from time to time, both of you had sought the other out just to get some sort of relief, so this wasnโt really something new to either of you. This agreement had long become more than a means to make Neteyam jealous. Besides, if he had to pick something he would get out of this agreement, it was this. After all, you promised him a favor if he would agree.
Your lips are soft and your tongue tastes warm and sweet as he deepens the kiss, tilting his head and cradling the back of your head to get better access. It doesnโt even take a heartbeat for you to relax into the kiss, exhaling a soft sigh as your arms encircle his neck and pull him closer.
The gentle sway of the water fuses you tighter together, and soon youโre rubbing and grinding against each others wet bodies. His hands are everywhere on you, pushing and pulling and kneading every inch of skin until your cheeks are flushed red and youโre panting against his lips.
"Please", you whisper softly, and he feels your thighs squeeze around his middle. Your hands roam over the muscles of his chest, then down over his abs, between your bodies, until they reach the base of his cock. "Please, can youโฆ"
"Can I what?", Aoโnung breathes against your lips. He plants open mouthed kisses from the corner of your lips to your jaw, down to your throat. "Talk to me, tsawke. Tell me what you want."
"Touch me", you say, and itโs so whiny it almost sounds like a complain. Meanwhile your hands begin to stroke and squeeze up and down the length of his cock. It makes him chuckle as he licks a wet stripe from your collarbone down to your breast, "But I am touching you."
You make a frustrated sort of noise and Aoโnung smiles, softly, fondly, and then he carefully closes his teeth around a nipple and tugs.
"Fuโ Fuck, c-comeโฆon", you pant, "You know what I mean! Justโ please!"
His tongue traces from your breast back up to your throat, where he buries his face into your skin to inhale more of that natural sweet scent you release. Aoโnung letโs out a deep groan once you stroke him a little faster and it almost makes him forget what he was supposed to do with his own hands.
"Please, Aoโnung", you whine again, but what snaps him out of his aroused trance isnโt your pleading voice. Itโs the sound of someone else approaching the hot spring with a low chuckle.
"Itโs not nice to make a woman beg like this."
You inhale a sharp gasp, pressing yourself tighter against Aoโnungs chest in an attempt to shield your naked front from any unwanted viewers. His tattooed arms hold you close, encircled around your back and covering your skin as much as possible. With his eyebrows knit together, he glances over the top of your head to see who was stupid enough to interrupt his alone time with you.
"Oh, please donโt stop on my account. I was enjoying the show."
Neteyam. Oh isnโt this just great, Aoโnung thinks to himself, grinding his teeth as he watches toruk maktos eldest step into his direct view.
Thereโs a sharp grin plastered on his entirely too perfect face. And this man dares to call himself a warrior? Thereโs not a hint of a scar on his skin, not one tattoo adorning his body that could tell of his victories, his hunts. He might as well be a nobody.
"What are you doing here?" The grip Aoโnung has on you is possessively tight and for a moments he thinks heโs the reason for your breath has stopped.
"Well, what do you think?", Neteyam chuckles and the golden color of his eyes seems to glint in the moonlight as they rake over your exposed back. "I came here to bath, just didnโt know this spot was alreadyโฆ occupied."
Itโs a reasonable response. But not even close to a good enough reason for him to stay.
"You can leave then."
Neteyam did not seem to share the same thought.
"Hm, I donโt think I will. Besides, that gives us the chance to continue our nice conversation from earlier, donโt you think?"
Aoโnungs growl rumbles from deep within his chest as he watches him step closer to the hot spring. Briefly, he remembers that he had very clearlyย warned the brat to stay away from you this morning, even if it was through gritted teeth and words that were generally much nicer than the ones he wouldโve preferred to use.
Neteyams hands were already working to untie the knot that held his loincloth together, before he paused for a moment. A quick glance to your face and Aoโnung was met with the sight of your widened eyes, lips slightly parted as you were obviously trying and failing to proceed what was even happening. Neteyam then pauses.
"Unless youโฆ", with a tilt of his head his eyes meet yours, a sly smile pulling at the corner of his lips, "want me to leave?"
Taken aback, your breath hitches in your throat. Thereโs a look of uncertainty on your face, as if you were struggling to express what you wanted. If you even knew what you wanted, Aoโnung thought. Your eyes then skipped between both men for a moment, a blush spreading over your cheeks so deep, they were almost turning purple now.
Aoโnung feels his chest tighten as you glanced from Neteyam to him, and then back to Neteyam. For a moment heโs scared you would tell him to leave, now that what mustโve been a dream to you finally seemed to come true. But you donโt. You just say nothing.
"Thatโs what I thought. You donโt mind if I do, right?" A soft rumble filled the manโs chest, almost a purr, as he untied his loincloth and then stepped into the water.
Your breathing had picked up rapidly, Aoโnung realized, feeling the way your chest pushed against his own as you inhaled quick, shallow pants of air. Thereโs a moment of very uncomfortable silence, made worse only by the tension that filled the air as Neteyam let out a content sigh after making himself comfortable, sitting with his back against a rock, arms sprawled out over the edge of the hot spring like he owned the place.
His abs tense just above the waters surface as he stifles a laugh, and he brushes a loose braid behind his ear while his eyes seem to be glued to yours.
"By the look on her face I assume you havenโt told her about our conversation from this morning?" He asks, his gaze moving for just a split second to look at him. You seem to follow his example and crane your neck up to look at him questioningly, your brows raised high.
Aoโnung can't think about what he's supposed to say now. If he thinks too much about it, he'll end up punching him in the face and it probably won't end there. Itโs like Neteyam can read his mind, or maybe heโs just good at reading facial expressions, because heโs quick to give an answer to the confused look on your face before Aoโnung even has the chance to open his mouth.
"Sevin", Neteyam says and Aoโnung wants to vomit, "why donโt you turn and face me, hm? Itโs rude not to look at the person that is talking to you, donโt you think?"
Aoโnungs arms tighten around you, so hard itโs like heโs afraid youโll float away if he wonโt hold you close enough.
But then you whisper a soft, "Itโs okay", and uncontrolled jealousy punched right at his gut as you wriggled yourself free.
Itโs almost like he had forgotten for a moment that this was kinda part of the deal. That heโs not the one thatโs supposed to be jealous. That if he were a good friend, he wouldโve gotten up and left ten minutes ago, give the two of you some space, help you achieve the goal youโve been working so hard for the past year or so.
Usually, Aoโnung could camouflage all and any feelings from anyone very well behind angry glares and scornful smiles. He was an impenetrable wall for those around him. Except for you, of course, who could normally read him like an open book. But now that your attention was entirely directed to someone else, you couldnโt even see the way a flash of hurt and jealousy came over his face for just a heartbeat.
Your hands trembled as he helped maneuver you to sit on his lap, facing Neteyam that sat opposite of you.
"Thatโs much better, isnโt it?" He grins and you give him a sheepish little nod, blushing even deeper as he purrs a whispered praise. Aoโnungs arms encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him. He feels the soft of your bottom pressed against his crotch, and if it werenโt for the current situation, he wouldโve loved nothing more than to slide into you and take you just like this. Unfortunately, the omatikaya sitting right in front him then continues to talk and sets every single nerve inside him on fire with the urge to get up and push his head under the waters surface until he stops movโ
"I meant what I said, by the way." He says and all of those murderous thoughts inside his head come to an halt. "Thereโs no need to stop doing what youโre doing just because Iโm here."
He wants to laugh in the forest boyโs face, but decides to shove it back down and manages to keep his expression impassive.
"On the contrary. Iโm very content with watching." A seductive little wink is send your way and Aoโnungs whole body tenses. Neteyams gaze then lands on him and Aoโnung suddenly knows that heย wantsย him to try something.
Aoโnung has a temper. Heโs always had a temper, everyone knows, and Neteyam is just trying to be provocative, Aoโnung tries to remind himself. But now his temper already flares, bright and white-hot, and he almost doesn't care about a response, doesnโt care about what he could answer to this as long as it hurts, so he bites his tongue hard enough to taste copper.
Itโs unfortunate for both of them, that Neteyam canโt seem to shut up, despite the fact that neither him nor you had said anything yet. Heโs confident in every word that leaves his mouth, not even caring about what the two of you would think of him as he goes on, "Oh, right, I almost forgot. Since your dear friend hasnโt told you yet, I guess itโs my duty to enlighten you."
One of his hands curls into a fist and he can't seem to relax it, before he realizes itโs your hip that heโs squeezing. Not hard enough to hurt, but he lingers for a long moment before he can force himself to loosen up. He apologizes with a fleeting kiss to your shoulder, making sure to hold eye contact with the man in front of him, like itโs two Pxazangโs battling for territory.
"Aoโnung and I had a very nice conversation this morning, and he actually made the proposal toโฆ", his lip curls into a dangerous smile, "share you."
Aoโnungs mind goes blank. He wasnโt prepared for this.
Share you? But he did notโฆ
His mouth opens to object, but all words seem to fail him, his brain struggling to keep up with what was happening, while he simultaneously tried to understand what Neteyam wanted to achieve with this lie.
"If that is something you would want, of course."
There it is again, that act of fake innocence, pretending to be oh, such a good and caring guy. It breaks his heart to see it working so well on you.
You glance up at him with those nantang puppy eyes full of hope and anticipation, "Youโฆ You did?"
But thereโs silence and Aoโnung just looks at you. He listens once Neteyam opens his mouth again, he has to listen because his throat feels too dry to speak.
"Oh, yeah", he responds for him. A white lie, like everything else he had told you so far. "He told me how good of a friend you are and that this would be something you would truly enjoy. And I know for a fact that you really deserve this."
No. No, you donโt deserve this, donโt deserve him. And sharing you like this was never part of the deal, it wasnโt part of the agreement to take a part in any of this, to watch his filthy hands touch you. Aoโnung was never one to share his possessionsโ he never talked about his feelings, he just acted, knowing what he wanted and going for it. That was how he did everything; with quick deliberation leading to a fast resolve, quite the opposite of Neteyams tendency to manipulate.
"Youโre such a sweet girl, arenโt you? Letting your friend arrange this for you", Neteyam chuckles and Aoโnung realizes just now, how much youโre squirming on his lap. "Why donโt you show me just how sweet your are, hm sevin?"
Heโs only playing a role, Aoโnung has to remind himself. As much as he prayed for it to become reality, you werenโt his. He was just your friend. But if being a good friend meant to participate in whatever this was, so be it. At least he could be here for you, take care of you even when you were in another manโs arms.
It was comforting, in a way. Comforting like rays of sun soaking into his skin, so much so, that heโll forget what damage they can do if he stays to long under her comfortable shine. Heโll burn, sooner or later, feel the pain when itโs already too late. But it feels good now, so he tries to stop worrying about everything else.
The feeling of your slick rubbing against his thighs reached a point where it was impossible for him to ignore, even though it hurt to know he wasnโt the main reason for this.
His gaze never leaves its target sitting across from him, not even as he dips his hands below the waters surface and hooks the back of your knees over his forearms. The surprised little squeak you emit was kind of cute, he thought, as he lifted you out of the hot spring.
Your soft hands cling to him as Aoโnung makes himself comfortable, sitting down onto the flat rocks that enclose the pool of water, while he holds yourself up and open for Neteyam to see. Your legs are spread as far as they can go, and said omatikaya can be seen swallowing the salvia that pools in his mouth at the sight.
You were a piece of art; gorgeous, pretty and wet, droplets of water running down your curves, mixing with arousal that ran down your thighs. But you were also pretentious, greedy, and entirely spoiled and that was entirely his fault. And he knew how to play that card all too well.
Aoโnung nuzzled his nose against your cheek, up to your ear where he whispered, "You want him? Then show him", before licking the shell of your ear, making you shudder in his hold.
Even he felt the flush of dark embarrassment tickle up your spine, before you wriggled a hand free and lowered it between your spread thighs. A fingertip slid between your folds, teasing your slippery entrance with a quiet whimper.
"Donโt be shy", Aoโnung murmured, nipping on your throat. "Cโmon, tsawke. Be a good girl and put a finger in."
Nodding, you pressed your index finger against your slippery entrance, slowly pushing in to the last knuckle. Then, you wriggle a second finger in beside the first one, and start to ease them out together, then back in; a slow, slick push.
The moans that tumble from your parted lips are like the sweetest most familiar melody to him. To Neteyam, they are the reason one of his hands has disappeared below the surface, casting ripples in the water.
You curve your finger a little more and pick up the pace, thrusting them faster. The squelching sounds they coax out from between your thighs filled his ears, growing louder by the second. It was only overturned by the sound of his own ragged breathing, his heart thumping against his chest in the same rhythm his cock throbbed heavily, yearning for friction, for your hands to touch him, your tight cunt to wrap around his length and swallow him whole.
"Just like that, youโre doing so good", Aoโnung coos softly against the shell of your ear, "Look how much heโs enjoying the show. See what you do to him?" He tips his chin up and your eyes flutter open to get a glance of Neteyam. His ears are pinned back, eyes half lidded, with lips slightly parted and chest heaving as he strokes himself under the water. Aoโnung has to swallow back his own pride in order to play this role, yet he enjoys being the one that can touch you so freely while all Neteyam can do is watch as it happens. "He wants to touch you so bad", he chuckles lowly into your ear and your body decides to respond for you, hips canting forward to push your own fingers in deeper. "I bet he wants to know what you feel like, warm and wet around him. How tight you are. Fuck, if only he knew how good it feels whenever you come around my cock, the way you squeeze me. See his eyes? Heโs hungry for you, tsawke. He wants to know how you taste like, too."
A helpless little whimper escapes you from his words and Aoโnung grins, the tip of his fangs sparking with mischief. "Should we make him watch, hm? Or do you want to invite him?"
"Nung", you mewl, plead with your eyes as you glance over your shoulder to meet his.
"I wonโt do it for you", he whispers, tilting his head towards the other man with a sigh, "Use your words if you want him."
Your eyes follow his line of sight. Neteyam groans, then closes his eyes for a brief second and throws his head back in bliss, before he looks back at you with a dirty smile.
"What is it, hm?", Neteyam asks, "What do you want, paskalin?"
Your toes curl at the sound of his voice, raspy and laced with a certain type of hunger that could only be satisfied by one thing alone. And that thing is you. Breath hitching, you make a whiny little noise that almost sounds like a plea for the forest boyโs name, but that seems to be all you manage.
"Canโt get the words out, huh?", he chuckles, "Thatโs okay. Fuck, just look at that pretty pussy, doing all the talking for you. Look how sheโs dripping, so eager to be filled, but your hands arenโt enough, are they? You need my help, pretty girl?"
Aoโnungs own fingers itch to help you out, to show him just how perfectly he can fill you with them. That thereโs no need for this demons spawn here, that heโs the only one you need to satisfy you.
You seem to think otherwise, because youโre nodding quick and desperate, and Neteyam groans at the sight of your clenching hole once you had pulled your fingers out. A wordless inventions for him to take their place. So Aoโnung continues to hold your legs open wide as Neteyam pushes himself off the rocks and approaches slowly, gracefully walking through the waist deep water to stand before you.
With the way Aoโnung had hoisted you up and held you spread open as he sat on the flat rocks surrounding the hot spring, Neteyam didnโt even had to kneel or crouch to be eye level with what he craved most and the realization made him lick his lips in anticipation.
His hands find the soft of your thighs, caressing your skin before he placed soft kisses here and there, making you shiver in Aoโnungs hold. With his eyes entirely fixed on yours, Neteyam then runs the tip of his tongue through your wet folds and groans at the taste.
"Eywa, woman", he curses under his breath, then attaches his lips to where your slick oozes out in a clear, honey-like stream. "Youโre so sweet, paskalin", itโs muffled against your cunt, before he withdraws and glances up at Aoโnung. "Does she always get this wet?"
You let out an impatient whimper and Aoโnung places a soothing kiss to your shoulder.
"For me?", he chuckles, the sound low and dangerous and he feels the goosebumps rise on your body. "Every single time, yes."
Neteyam grins. "Must be my lucky day then. Look how sheโs dripping for me."
He takes his sweet time returning to you then, kissing and stroking everywhere but where you need him, but when he finally does, you gasp and moan as he nibbles at your clit, arches when he cups your ass and, with the soft sucking noises he makes, it felt he was drinking you in.
You moaned again, breathlessly, bonelessly, and your back arched away from Aoโnungs chest, or at least you tried to. Feeling so good, so stupidly happy, Neteyam then ran his tongue up and down your slit again and your moans turned into a wail.
He returned to lick and suck at your clit, alternating with a smooth up-and-down stroke with two of his fingers, teasing and circling your clit, then gently prodding them at your entrance.
"Mnnhโ Fuck, ah, please, please", you whimpered breathlessly, hips bucking helplessly to get his fingers to slip inside, your head falling fully back against Aoโnungs chest. "Neteyam, p-please!"
But Neteyam only sped up, his tongue wet and rough and steady against your clit, groaning into you at the sound of his name from your lips, and pressing his face against your pussy like you actually taste of nectar or honey or any of those tooth rotting sweet fruit the Sullys enjoyed to eat.
Meanwhile, Aoโnung placed several open mouthed kisses from your throat to your jaw, enough of an hint to make you turn your head and claim your lips in a deep, hungry kiss. It was wet and filthy, just tongues and teeth as he devoured you, as Neteyam devoured your other set of lips.
You were moaning into the kiss, wanton and desperate, before finally, a set of fingers were pushed past your entrance and curled just right, while Neteyam kissed and sucked on your clit so passionately, Aoโnung felt the way your whole body tensed.
And then, then you were coming, bucking, crying out weakly even though it seemed you had no breath left in you. Shuddering and shuddering all through your body, shuddering between two hot bodies who worshipped you, who were holding you, staring at you like prey- beautiful, delicious prey, both of them so very hungry for you.
"Good girl", was murmured lowly into your ear, "Keep coming for us, cโmon let it all out. Let him taste how delicious you are."
Neteyams tongue continued to lap at your flowing arousal, groaning against your folds between filthy slurping noises. "Hmm, fuck. Is that all for me? So good, paskalin, you taste so good."
You kept your eyes closed and let the little tremors and aftershocks go through you, just breathing in tiny happy hums, because, eywa bless them to whatever heaven existed, they were both still touching you, gently and slowly. Neteyam kissing you softly, Aoโnung nuzzling his face into the crock of your neck, sucking on your throat, until eventually your breathing slowed, and you swallowed, opening your eyes.
Immediately, you were met with two golden eyes, looking up at you from between your thighs.
"Neteyam", you pant, "m-more. I want more. Please."
"Oh, do you?", he chuckles as he rises to stand on his full height, towering over you. "Youโre such a cute little thing, so needy." He tips your chin up with a finger, then tilts his head as he grins down at you. "Think you can take both of us?"
Thereโs the sound of an audible gulp and neither Neteyam nor Aoโnung himself can stifle a chuckle at this. You squirm in his arms for that one, grinding down against his cock thatโs been trapped between his stomach and your lower back, making him grunt.
"Iโll take that as a yes", Neteyam smiles wickedly, exchanging a look with Aoโnung. He then stepped just a little closer, truly sandwiching you between them both before he hooked an arm under your thigh so Aoโnung could trace his hand down your spine and dip it down lower. Goosebumps run up your neck as his hand kneads one of your ass cheeks and then slides between them. Aoโnung expertly locates your dripping entrance from behind, fingers swirling in your arousal, dipping inside for good measure and he hums lowly at the sound of your weak little moans.
Youโre always wet, always wet for him, beautiful and perfect, eywa, the way you just fit, it's like you plug into everything, everything that makes him high, incoherent, hard.
"You want this?", Aoโnung whispers into your ear, his tongue teasing your lobe. You clench around his fingers and give him a quick, desperate nod, so eager to be filled. He grins at that. His fingers retreat, covered in arousal he lets them glide between your cheeks to feel for your puckered hole.
"You want me in here, hm?"
Your whiny whimper of "Yes, please!" is completely satisfying to his ears. Your lack of surprise makes Neteyam realize youโve done this before, and that mental image is a delicious one. One finger then eases into your tight hole slowly, fluidly. Neteyam watches with hungry, half lidded eyes as Aoโnung spreads you open on one and then two of his thick fingers, watches how expertly you take him in as he spreads your legs a little further to give the other man more space to work with. More slick is running down your pretty cunt, like a silent plea for him to fill it.
It's not long, though, before youโre squirming, the position youโre in making it impossible to push back against his fingers but they both know youโre trying to. Itโs also not long until your moans turn louder, back arching, and you make a sound of protest when Aoโnung finally pulls his fingers out and deems you as loose enough. His cock is so painfully hard, leaking more pre-cum than he thought was even possible. He had to get inside you now, had to have you because in the back of his mind there still lingered this thought that after this, it couldโve been the last time he would get to feel you, to hold you, to fuck you, ever again.
So he wraps an arm around you, the other hand securing your thigh, while both of Neteyams hands hold onto the underside of your knees to spread your legs for them.
"Together then", Neteyam grins and Aoโnung canโt help but glare at him over your shoulder. Not even this situation could change anything about the grudge heโs holding against that forest boy.
A quick glance down your front reveals the sight of Neteyam pushing the length of his cock between your slippery folds, lubing himself with your slick.
The tremor that passes through your body seems more intense than usual, once you feel Aoโnung get into position too.
"Breathe, tsawke", he says, the tip of his cock nudging against your backside. You nod, inhale, exhale, and then they both push into you slowly, spreading you apart. Another whimper tumbles from your lips, your eyes squeezing shut and Aoโnung places a tender kiss to your temple as he slides further in.
"Good girl, just relax for me", he coos, "youโre doing so good."
For a moment it's too much, youโre way too tight and he thinks your body just can't reach that far, but then Neteyam seems to be fully inside while he slowly pushes deeper with minimal resistance. Neteyam groans, his grip on your legs tightening as he feels Aoโnung move into place alongside him. Youโre stretching around them both like you were made for this, and then Aoโnung glances at the space between your legs where youโre all joined, and there isn't a slither of space.
"Fuuck, look at that", the forest boy pants, smiling almost proudly. He gives the first languid thrust that makes you mewl. "That feel good, hm? You like being stuffed full of us, donโt you sevin?"
A whiny "Y-Yes", comes as a response, followed by a string of incoherent pleas for them to finally move.
"You sound so pretty when you beg, paskalin", Aoโnung says, granting your wishes with slow thrusts, making you feel every inch of him as he slides himself into you. Better adjusted now, your body welcomes him with every snap of his hips. Neteyam sets up a quicker rhythm, pistoning in and out of your body roughly, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot at just the right angle.
You flex your inner walls, squeezing his cock, until you feel him throb inside you with the change, moaning, and his gaze entirely fixed on where you are joined.
"Eywa, that little pussy is gripping me so tight. No wonder you kept her all to yourself. I wouldnโt share her with anyone, not even if she begged me to."
Their eyes meet for a second and Aoโnungโs breath is hot on your neck as he whispers, "youโre mine, arenโt you? Heโs just lucky I canโt deny you any of your filthy wishes." Reaching to cup one of your breasts in his hands, he tweaks a nipple and earns a dirty little moan in response, your soft, velvety-like walls pulsating around their cocks.
"Oh f-fuck, make her do that again!"
Aoโnung was rubbing your nipples more roughly now, and your voice goes hoarse when Neteyam simultaneously thumbs at your throbbing clit. "Yeah, good girl", he praises you, thrusting into you faster, "so good, sevin. Shit, you feel so fucking good around me."
Youโre close, Aoโnung can tell by the way youโre writhing, by the way your breath hitches when the tip of Neteyams cock brushes against your cervix, by the way your face twists with ecstasy when he fucks you harder, deeper.
He removes his hand from your nipple and slips it between your bodies, fingertips fighting for their place to rub against that swollen bundle of nerves alongside Neteyams, until your whole body is arching and your jaw drops.
"Nung", you moan like a prayer, "youโreโ so big. Mโso full, gonna come!" Itโs like youโre trying to finish him just with your words, and fuck, you might manage it if you carry on. His head falls to your shoulder and he presses his lips against your skin, then up your neck until your mouths are crushed together, a desperate thrashing of tongues and lips.
Words were entirely washed out of your system, your mind completely overtaken by the fullness of two cock sliding in and in and then all the way out just to slip back in, harder, tight body gripping and squeezing them.
It was all heat and pleasure. All those sensations, thoughts and emotions. Everything so close, but you just couldnโt reach it. Not yet. You felt like a puppet on a string, waiting for any of them to pull the right thread and help you to your release.
Youโre right on the edge, right there.
The moment he breaks the kiss, Neteyam catches your lips in another, his tongue swirling around yours and a bitter part of Aoโnung hopes you still taste like him. If that is the case, Neteyam doesnโt seem to mind. His hips continue to snap hard against yours as he exchanges moans and spit through the kiss. Itโs a filthy rhythm the both of them had set, various body fluids smearing between three tangled bodies.
Every time one thrusts in they brush over your pleasure spot, leaving you sobbing and writhing on their cocks, clutching on their arms so hard it hurts, chanting their names in between moans, hardly able to catch your breath.
"Let go, cโmon I know you need it so bad", Aoโnung groans lowly into your ear, thrusting in just as the other man pulls out, which leaves you in a constant state of fullness, never empty for even a second. "Be a good girl and come for us."
It's a buildup of tension that arches your back and curls your toes and just when you think you can't take it anymore, something snaps. Your entire body tightens as you cry out their names, nails sinking so deep heโd be surprised if they havenโt drawn blood.
"There it is, pretty girl. Great mother, look at you creaming around my cock, gonna make me cum too", Neteyam groans, throwing his head back in bliss. He was thrusting into you so hard now, it knocked the very air out of your lungs, leaving you gasping for breath.
The little breath left in you was then stolen by a deep kiss, Aoโnung sucking on your tongue as he continued to pound into you, unable to think of anything else besides the way your walls tighten around his throbbing cock.
"Gonna cum inside you", he groans into the kiss, "Canโt hold back, I just need to fill you up, gonna fuck my cum into you andโ hnghโ shit!" He plunges into you, one, two, three more times and then comes with a grunt of your name.
Your legs were already shaking with the aftershocks of your own orgasms, twitching from overstimulation while Neteyam gave one last thrust, hips pausing, and then you felt it flowingโ hot shots of cum pumped into you, filling you up nice and warm as he lost himself inside you with a low moan.
Aoโnung wasnโt entirely sure if you could even hear him at this point, but he still kept the reassurance up anyway as they both gently lowered you back into the hot spring.
"Can't say that was a bad time, fish lips," Neteyam grinned, glancing at your relaxed face resting against Aoโnungs shoulder. Your eyes had fluttered closed a few minutes ago, as the metkayina man was carefully cleaning the sweat and other body fluids from your skin, holding you tight against his chest.
"Don't get used to it." Aoโnung warns in a hushed whisper, "I doubt I'll share her again."
"Wouldn't expect it. Worried I'll steal her away?"
"No. But I keep close tabs on what's mine," he counters, blue eyes cold as he watches the other man rearrange his loincloth.
Neteyams grin widens at this, and he shoots him a playful wink, "Weโll see about that", before he leaves off to the village.
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Aoโnungs hammock might as well be carved from stone.
He hadnโt been able to get much, if not any sleep at all these past couple of days. Shifting restlessly, heโs forcing his eyes to close once more every time they inevitably drift open, but itโs not working. So heโs staring at the ceiling of his marui, at the woven walls, and out into the dark blue sky. It only makes his frustration worse. Days have gone by and now half the night has already passed, by the time he finally comes to terms with the fact that jealousy truly is an ugly emotion. But it somehow always reveals the truth. And itโs not like he didnโt already know the truth before. No, he knew.
He could joke about it all he wanted, whenever Tsireya made her teasing little comments about it. Could laugh it off and roll his eyes at his younger sister, tell her sheโs just imagining things and that this is all just a means to get another man jealous. Heโs just being a good friend. He turned these comments into jokes, because heโs afraid to take anything seriously. Because if he takes things seriously, they matter. But it does matter. It matters so much, that it hurts now. Truth is, Aoโnung held his love for you so horrible discreet, that it was as persistent and almost as silent as bleeding from an unstitched wound. And now he was bleeding out. Painful and slow and irreversible.
Sharing you was a bad idea. Probably the worst heโs ever had, there was no doubt in it.
Aoโnung tosses and turns in his hammock, unable to rest for any moment longer as his thoughts dared to consume him whole. Willing his body to get up before the sun was even beginning to rise, he found solace in the rhythmic crashing of waves down at the beach.
Aoโnung wishes that he could just have some kind of treatment to fix this problem. If only the tsahรฌk could cut his chest open and take his heart out to make it stop. Maybe eywa would bless him with a new one, one that wasnโt stained and stabbed and torn apart. Maybe it would take away the sick, knife-twisting pain he felt in his chest whenever he did as much as look at you. But in its own way, it was a good kind of pain. Like a constant reminder of just how much he was in love with you. How good it felt to love you. It was good, except for how it made him feel sick whenever you laced your fingers up together and squeezed his hand as though Aoโnung was something precious, something to be loved, and once again he catches himself wishing that you might ever look at him in the ways that Aoโnung looks at you.
It pisses him off to be reminded that he's supposed to be good at keeping his head, at keeping his distance, at not letting his lies consume him, the way that they're doing now. The way that they've done since this whole thing started. That this is all just a game of play pretend and youโre not really his.
Besides everything else he's doing that's completely unhelpful to this dilemma, Aoโnungโs overlooking one crucial detail: how can he stop pretending, when this is probably the closest he'll ever get to actually being yours, to you being his? How can he stop pretending when he's already made you this stupid, shiny little bracelet, because it would scandalize Neteyam in the entire, to think that Aoโnung and you are so into each other that youโre trading what could be mistaken as a courting gifts. And because it's the closest thing that Aoโnung will ever get to actually giving you a courting gift. He just has to take what little gifts he can from the world, right? So he canโt end it. He canโt end this arrangement. Not yet.
"Become my mate."
A simple statement. A straightforward question with a straightforward answer. But he would never actually ask that, would never receive an answer to this that wouldnโt hurt him, so he might as well continue to live in this perfect world that he lets himself envision.
Aoโnung turns the bracelet in his hands, thumb swiping over the carefully polished pearls. One of them sort of looks like the color of your eyes, as much as a simple blue pearl can emulate the deep ocean blue of yours and the way they sparkle when you look at him. The whole thing doesn't really capture your essence, it just made him think about you, and that's why he picked it out. He would give it to you today, he thought. He knows you would wear it for him, and maybe the thought of you wearing this for him, wearing something that would always mark you as his would make it enough for a little while longer. Maybe one day he would get his ass up and just ask you, would ruin your friendship just for the teeny tiny chance of you not turning his offer down. Maybe you would be his, one day. Truly his.
Itโs when the first rays of sun begin to shine over the ocean, that heโs greeted by the sight of his own, personal warm solace. Sometimes that shines brighter and warmer than the sun herself. His ears perk up at the sound of you calling his name, waving your arms at him and a smile tugs on his lips. Always up early, he thinks, rising to his feet.
"It worked!" You squeak happily, jumping into his arms and Aoโnung continues to smile at you, albeit a little confused. You break away from the hug first, jumping excitedly and pointing to a piece of jewelry dangling from your wrist. He stares at it blankly, each breath making his lungs feel like they were filled to the brim with shards of glass.
His palm closed tightly around the bracelet in his own hand, tight enough he could feel the little shells cutting into his palm.
He knew this would eventually happen.
He could feel it in the back of his mind, lingering like a muscle he's held tensed so long that he can no longer remember what it felt like to be otherwise.
What Aoโnung didn't expect was, that it would be this soon. He really thought he still had time. More time. More time with you, before he would loose you to another man. Time to change his fate, time toโ
"It worked! Neteyam courted for me, look!"
Aoโnung felt something in him shatter, breaking to the point of no repair. Breaking so violently that he wondered if it was possible for no one to have heard it. He felt it burn his skin, his eyes, the inside of his chest. Felt it burn like the sun burns, like it would burn if he tried to touch it. Aoโnung felt himself melt away and burn, and thatโs when he reminds himself of the reason for the nickname he had chosen for you.
Tsawke. Because you are his sun.
And nothing feels as good and hurts as much as loving the sun. Because as well as she can make you feel good, as fast she can burn you.
Summary: Neteyam Sully has spent his whole life being perfect. Youโve spent yours surviving. On the battlefield, youโre constantly at each other's throats. Behind closed tent flaps, youโre... well, still at each other's throats, just differently.
Warnings: 3.8k words, aged up! neteyam, rival with benefits, explicit smut, p in v, hate sex, fingering, a lot of teasing, mdni
For his entire life, Neteyam was the standard. He was the firstborn son of Toruk Makto and the heir to the Omaticaya after all.
In the training ring, he was faster, stronger, and smarter than every other kid his age. He was used to looking back and seeing everyone else trying to catch up. He lived with the heavy weight of expectation, but he carried it easily because he knew, deep down, he was the best.
Then you limped into High Camp.
You weren't Omatikaya. You were a Windtrader, a nomad born to the open skies and shifting trade routes, not the dense and suffocating forest. But you didn't arrive at High Camp with rare beads or woven songs to trade. You arrived with nothing but the blood-stiffened clothes on your back and a survivor's hollow stare.
The Mangkwan or what they also called the Ash People had descended on your caravan like a pyroclastic flow, brutal and silent until the screaming started. You were the only thing that crawled out of that smoke.
When Jake Sully took you in, Neteyam looked at you with that unbearable softness. Pity. To him, you were just a merchantโs child whose wings had been clipped, a broken traveler terrified of the dark. He saw your silence as trauma that needed gentle handling, not the calculating quiet of a predator waiting for the right moment.
He expected to have to teach you how to hold a bow, to slow his pace for the poor wanderer who had lost their way. He thought he was your savior. He had no idea he was looking at a survivor who had learned to fight dirty long before he even learned to fly.
That illusion shattered the first time you stepped onto the sparring mat.
Neteyam had offered to go easy on you. He remembered the look on your face, it wasn't gratitude, but insult. When he lunged, expecting you to cower, you didn't just dodge, you moved with a feral, desperate speed that he had never seen in a structured lesson. You didn't fight with honor or technique, you fought like a survivor. Within ten seconds, the future Olo'eyktan was face-down in the dirt with your forearm crushing his windpipe.
The silence in the camp was deafening. You hadn't just beaten him, you had humiliated him.
From that day on, everything changed. You weren't the charity case anymore, you were the threat. Suddenly, Neteyam wasn't automatically the best archer, because you never missed a shot. He wasn't the best tracker, because you could smell an RDA patrol from a mile away. He stopped looking at you with pity and started looking at you with a burning and obsessive intensity. He trained harder, stayed up later, and pushed himself to the breaking point just to reclaim his spot at the top, but you were always right there, matching him step for step.
He hated it.
You were the only person who didn't treat him like royalty. You rolled your eyes at his orders, you corrected his stance, and you smirked when he missed. You became the grit in his eye, the one variable he couldn't control. The rivalry consumed both of you, bleeding into everything you did until that aggression and need for dominance found a different outlet in the back of a weapons tent.
Now, he doesn't just want to be the best for his father. Instead, he wants to be the best to prove it to you.
The mist clinging to the Hallelujah Mountains hadn't even burned off yet, but the thwack of arrows hitting woven targets echoed through the clearing.
Neteyam stood with his feet shoulder-width apart, his posture text-book perfect. He drew the string back to his cheek, exhaled slowly, and released. The arrow flew straight, embedding itself directly in the center of the painted circle.
He lowered his bow, glancing sideways at you with that maddeningly arrogant tilt of his head. "Center mass. Clean kill. That is how you conserve energy."
You were leaning against a rock, chewing on a piece of dried fruit, looking unimpressed. You swallowed and picked up your own bowโ a scavenged thing youโd re-strung yourself, rougher than his ceremonial weapon but just as deadly.
"That's how you kill a target that stands perfectly still and waits for you to shoot it," you drawled, stepping up to the line. "But out there? The Sky People don't wait."
"Form dictates accuracy," Neteyam lectured, watching you closely. "If your foundation is sloppy, your shot is lucky. We don't rely on luck."
"Watch and learn, Golden Boy."
Instead of planting your feet like the instructors taught, you broke into a run. You sprinted parallel to the targets, sliding on your knees through the mud. In mid-slide, you twisted your torso, drew, and fired.
The arrow hissed through the air and struck the targetโ not dead center, but an inch to the right, deep in the 'lung' area. A kill shot.
You stood up, wiping mud off your knees, and smirked at him. "Dead is dead. Doesn't matter if it's pretty."
Neteyam scoffed, walking over to inspect the target. He pulled your arrow out with a sharp yank. "You exposed your back during the slide. If there was a second shooter, youโd be down."
"If there was a second shooter, youโd still be standing in your perfect pose getting shot while I was already moving to cover," you shot back, snatching the arrow from his hand.
"You are undisciplined," he muttered, stepping closer, invading your space under the guise of instruction.
"Your elbow was too high on the draw. Youโre going to tear a muscle."
"My elbow was fine," you argued, standing your ground. "It works for me."
"Itโs wrong." Neteyam moved behind you, his chest brushing your back. To anyone watching, he was the dutiful squad leader correcting a subordinate. But you could feel the heat radiating off him, the way his breath hitched slightly. "Raise your arm. Like this."
He gripped your forearm, his touch firm, sliding up to your bicep. His fingers dug in slightly, a silent reminder of who had pinned whom against the tent pole hours ago.
"You're hovering, Neteyam," you whispered, low enough that only he could hear. "Distracting."
"If you're distracted, you're dead," he murmured into your ear, his voice dropping to that dangerous octave. "Focus."
"Get off of me," you said, shoving him back with your elbow, though there was no real bite in it.
"Hey! Break it up!"
The voice made you both jump apart. Lo'ak came jogging into the clearing, looking between the two of you with a confused frown. He held a basket of fish, looking tired.
"By Eywa," Lo'ak groaned, rubbing his face. "Do you two ever stop? I could hear you arguing from the breakfast fire. 'Your form is bad,' 'You're too stiff.' Itโs exhausting."
Neteyam immediately straightened up, the perfect soldier mask sliding back into place. "She refuses to listen to protocol, Lo'ak. Someone has to make sure she doesn't get herself killed."
You rolled your eyes, re-nocking an arrow. "And someone has to make sure your brother doesn't turn into a statue while the war happens around him."
Lo'ak laughed, shaking his head. "I swear, you two hate each other more than we hate the demons. One day youโre going to kill each other."
Neteyam glanced at you. A tiny, imperceptible smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a secret just for you.
"Maybe," Neteyam said smoothly. "But until then, we train. Again."
He looked at you, his golden eyes challenging. "And this time, try to actually hit the center."
"Make me," you hissed at him, just before loosing another arrow.
The War Tent was stifling, smelling of damp earth and stale smoke. Jake Sully stood over the holomap, the blue light casting long, harsh shadows across his face. You stood in the back, arms crossed, while Neteyam stood right at his fatherโs elbow, mirroring his stance perfectly.
"Weโve got reports of a supply train moving through Sector 4," Jake said, pointing to a glowing red line on the map. "Neteyam, I want your squad to scout the perimeter. Do not engage. Just eyes on. If the RDA is moving heavy equipment, we need to know."
"Yes, sir," Neteyam nodded sharply. He leaned over the map, tracing a path with his finger. "Weโll take the southern ridge. It provides the best cover from the gunships. We can observe from the high ground and exfil before they scan the area."
It was a safe plan. A smart plan. A textbook plan.
You let out a short, sharp huff of breath. It wasn't quite a laugh, but in the quiet tent, it was loud enough.Neteyam froze. He didn't turn around, but you saw his ears twitch back. Jake looked up, his yellow eyes locking onto yours.
"You have something to say?" Jake asked, his voice neutral but commanding.
"The southern ridge is a wind tunnel this time of year, sir," you said, stepping forward. You ignored Neteyamโs glare burning into the side of your face. "If we take the Ikrans that way, the downdraft will make us fight for stability the whole time. Weโll be loud, and weโll be slow. If a Sampson patrol catches us there, weโre sitting ducks."
Neteyam turned to you fully now, his jaw tight. "Itโs the standard recon route. Weโve flown it a dozen times."
"And the Sky People know that," you countered, meeting his gaze evenly. "They aren't stupid, Neteyam. They predict the 'safe' moves. I say we cut through the Needle hills. Itโs tight, itโs dangerous, but the magnetic interference there blinds their sensors. We can get right on top of them before they even know weโre there."
"The Needles?" Neteyam sounded incredulous. "You want to fly a squad through a rock field where one wrong turn means smashing into a cliff? Thatโs reckless."
"Itโs unexpected," you corrected. "Survival isn't about being safe. It's about being invisible."
Silence stretched between you. Neteyam looked like he wanted to strangle you. You looked at Jake.
Jake looked between his sonโthe careful, burdened heir and youโthe survivor who had crawled out of the ashes. He rubbed his chin.
"She's right about the sensors," Jake said finally. He looked at Neteyam. "Take the Needles. But Neteyam leads. You follow his pace. If he says pull back, you pull back. Understood?"
"Yes, sir," you said, a flicker of victory in your voice.
"Sir," Neteyam said stiffly, though he looked like heโd swallowed a rock.
Ten minutes later, outside the tent, the explosion happened.
Neteyam grabbed your arm before you could reach your Ikran, yanking you behind a stack of supply crates, out of sight of the others.
"What is your problem?" he hissed, his voice trembling with suppressed rage. "You undermine me in front of the Olo'eyktan? In front of the squad?"
"I gave tactical advice," you shot back, wrenching your arm free. "You were walking us into a trap because youโre too afraid to take a risk!"
"I am responsible for their lives!" Neteyam stepped into you, forcing you back against the crates. The gap between you vanished. "I don't have the luxury of playing hero like you do. If I make a mistake, people die. If you make a mistake, itโs just you."
That stung. You barred your teeth, grabbing the front of his vest and jerking him down to your level. "You think I don't know that? You think I don't know Iโm expendable compared to the Great Toruk Maktoโs son?"
"Stop saying that," he growled.
"Then stop acting like your way is the only way just because you read the manual!" you shouted, then lowered your voice to a harsh whisper. "Iโm trying to keep you alive, you idiot. The southern ridge is a kill box today. I felt the wind."
Neteyam stared at you, his chest heaving against yours. The anger in his eyes warred with something else, the realization that you weren't trying to outshine him, you were trying to protect him. It confused him. It made him furious and desperate all at once.
"You are impossible," he breathed.
"And you're welcome," you snapped.
The tension snapped. He grabbed the back of your neck, his fingers tangling violently in your hair, and crushed his mouth to yours. It was an angry, biting kiss, fueled by the adrenaline of the argument and the fear of the mission ahead.
It was a battle for dominance, a way to scream at each other without words. He broke away, gasping, his forehead resting heavily against yours. His eyes were dark, blown wide.
"We take the Needles," he whispered roughly, his voice scraping against the air. "But if you crash, Iโm leaving you there."
You smirked, though your heart was racing like a drum. You ran a thumb over his bottom lip, which was swollen from the force of the kiss.
"Deal. Try to keep up, flyboy."
You shoved him back and turned toward your Ikran, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the reins. Behind you, you heard Neteyam take a deep, stabilizing breath before shouting orders to the squad, his voice once again steady, commanding, and perfect.
The mission through the Needle rocks had been a success, but it had been a nightmare. The wind shears were worse than you predicted, and at one point, you had to dive your Ikran vertically between two colliding floating mountains to avoid a gunship scan. It was insane. It was brilliant.
And Neteyam looked like he wanted to kill you.
The moment the squad landed back at the High Camp, amidst the pouring rain of a sudden storm, Neteyam didn't even dismiss the others properly. He barked a generic "Equipment check, then rest!" to the group before grabbing the harness of your vest and practically dragging you toward the secluded overhang where the extra saddles were stored.
He shoved you into the dry space, the sound of the rain roaring outside like a waterfall. It was dark, cramped, and smelled of wet leather and ozone.
"You dove," Neteyam seethed, shaking the water from his hair, his chest heaving. "We said stay in formation. You dove into a blind gap!"
"I saw the scanner!" you yelled back, shoving his hands off your vest. "If I hadn't dove, they would have pinged the whole squad! I saved your ass, Neteyam!"
"You risked the mission on a hunch!"
"I was right!"
"You're a maniac!"
The shouting stopped abruptly as he slammed you back against the rock walls. The anger was still there, blazing in his eyes, but it had mutated. The adrenaline from the near-death flight was vibrating under his skin, seeking an outlet.
He looked at youโwet, defiant, chest rising and falling rapidlyโand the restraint snapped.
"I hate you," he growled, his voice dropping into that rough, unrecognizable register.
"Feeling is mutual, skxawng," you hissed.
He didn't need to be told twice. He crashed against you, his mouth capturing yours with bruising force. There was no tenderness, no romance. It was a collision of teeth and tongues, a continuation of the argument by other means. You bit his lower lip hard enough to taste copper, and he groaned, a guttural sound that vibrated against your chest.
His hands were frantic, fumbling with the buckles of your heavy vest. He tore the leather straps loose, not caring if they broke, desperate to get the armor off. As soon as the vest hit the dirt, his hands were on your skin, hot and rough, gripping your waist with enough force to leave marks.
"You think you're so smart," he muttered against your neck, hiking your leg up around his waist. He pressed you hard against the rock wall, the friction of his body against yours sending electricity shooting through your veins. "Always have to be the hero."
"Someone has to be," you gasped, throwing your head back as his teeth grazed the sensitive spot where your neck met your shoulder. You dug your nails into his back, scraping down the spine. "Since you're too busy following rules."
"Shut up," he breathed, his hand sliding down to the waistband of your loincloth. "I'm going to make you shut up."
"Try it."
He lifted you effortlessly, and you wrapped your legs tight around him, anchoring yourself.
Then you hissed at him.
He laughed, the sound like honey and venom in your ears, his breath fanning your neck and sending shivers down your spine. "Someone is eager," he purred, lips brushing your skin. His arms tighten like a vice around you, holding you tight. "Already getting the shivers and I've barely touched you."
"Shut up," you snapped, struggling to sound confident and not at all affected by his proximity.
Neteyam kissed you again. His kiss was demanding, hot, and possessive, swallowing your gasp before you can even think of protesting. He pressed you harder against the rock, the rough texture biting into your back, but all you can focus on is the way his tongue teases yours, the way his body pins you in place.
He started to undo your loincloth. His fingers are rough but quick, the knot of your loincloth unraveling easily under his touch. The fabric slips away, leaving you bare against him. His heated skin pressed flush against yours, the teasing friction making your breath hitch.
"Finally," he growled, nipping at your jaw before dragging his lips down your throat.
His touch is both light and maddening, his fingers teasing at your entrance in slow, torturous circles, only to pull away just as you're about to grind into it.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice rough with barely restrained desire. His fingers trace teasingly, just enough pressure to make you shudder but not enough to give you what you truly crave. "So desperate already."
"Fuck you," you spat.
A sharp grin cuts across his face at your defiance like he was waiting for it.
"Oh?" His voice is pure sin, low and rough as his fingers finally press in, just enough to steal your breath. "That what you want?"
He worked you open slow, deliberate, twisting just there until your hips jerk against him helplessly.
His smirk widens as he feels your body respond, betraying you far more than your words ever could. "Thought so," he murmured, lips grazing your jawline before catching your earlobe between his teeth.
His fingers sink deeper, slow and purposeful, each movement calculated to wring every reaction from you. "You're so fucking tight," he grits out, his own breathing uneven now. His thumb circles your clit, the pressure just shy of cruel, and he watches your face as he does it.
He can read your body like a damn book, every shiver and squirm giving him exactly what he needs to drive you closer to the edge and then pull back just in time.
You let out a whine, hips jerking forward, but before you can even protest, he moved with practiced ease, shifting his own loincloth aside in one smooth motion.
The thick length of him pressed against you, hot and insistent, teasing at your entrance but not giving you what you desperately want.
You hissed again at him. "Stop playing."
"But you look so damn pretty all desperate," he murmured, the words more breath than sound. He rolled his hips again, just enough to make you squirm, his fingers tracing over your waist, your stomach, leaving trails of fire in their wake. "Like you'd do anything I asked, right now," he added.
"Fuck," you cussed but finally give in. "Please."
"Since you asked so nicely," he said, the words rumbling through his chest, thick and full of promise, and then he's sliding into you with a harsh breath.
You arched and cried out, fingers digging into the flesh of his back, hips jerking to take him as deep as possible.
You gasped when he moved. The slide of him inside you gave a slow, torturous burn that goes straight to your head. It feels like fire and lightning all at once, sending sparks through your veins, setting you alight from the inside out.
He's everywhere. His hands on your hips, his lips on your neck, his voice in your ear. You can feel him everywhere, overwhelming all your senses.
But of course, you won't admit it.
"You're terrible," you panted against his skin, moving with him, matching his rhythm instantly. It was a competition, just like the sparring, just like the flying. Who could push harder? Who could last longer? Who would break first?
"And you're loud," he gritted out, his hands tightening on your hips, driving into you with a punishing pace that made your head spin. "Focus."
"I am... focused," you managed to say, though your voice wrecked as he hit a spot that made your vision blur. You bit his shoulder to keep from screaming his name because you refused to give him that satisfaction.
The sound of the rain outside was drowned out by the sound of skin slapping against skin and harsh, ragged breathing.
He wanted to see you come undone. He wanted to prove that he could control you, even if he couldn't control you on the battlefield.
"Say I was right," he gasped, his rhythm faltering as the edge approached. "Say... the southern ridge... was safer."
You laughed, a breathless, broken sound, tightening your grip on him. "Never."
"Stubborn little slut."
When he finished the insult, he felt your orgasm hit, the pleasure spiking so hard it felt like pain, your nails digging into his shoulders as you rode out the waves.
Then he pulled out, stroking his cock few times before releasing his cum on your stomach.
For a long time, there was only the sound of heavy panting and the rain.
He pulled back, his chest slick with sweat, and looked at you. His hair was a mess, his pupils blown wide. Then, he cleared his throat and stepped back, letting your legs drop. He reached down and picked up his dropped gear, turning his back to you to fix his loincloth.
"Your landing was sloppy, by the way," he said, his voice raspy but returning to that cool, detached tone.
You slumped against the wall, legs shaking, pulling your vest back over your chest.
"And you finish too fast, Sully."
Neteyam whipped around, eyes narrowing, though his ears burned a dark purple. "Watch it."
"Or what?" you challenged, standing up on wobbling legs. "You'll punish me again?"
He stared at you for a long beat, the heat flaring up in his eyes again, before he shook his head and shoved past you toward the cave entrance.
"Get back to the barracks," he ordered over his shoulder, stepping out into the rain. "And don't be late for dawn patrol."
"Yes, sir," you called after him, wiping a smear of his war paint off your cheek.
๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ Tsuโtey te Rongloa Ateyitan
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ The whole clan respects that Tsuโtey is your future mate, except for Kaโlan. When Tsuโtey notices Kaโlan eye you like prey for the hundredth time, Tsuโtey drags you into the forest and fucks you breathless, wanting Kaโlan to know youโre already claimed.
๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐โฆ Another installment for my event is here! Iโm a Tsuโtey girly so I really enjoyed writing this one, especially since this is my first time including marking in smut. As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading yโall reactions! I hope you enjoy!!
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Youโre standing a few feet away from the training grounds, waiting for Tsuโtey to end his lesson so you can spend some quality time together.
As Tsuโteyโs watching his trainees spar with one another he canโt keep his eyes off you and Kaโlan talking by a nearby tree. Heโs taken notice of how much time youโve spent with him lately and itโs been bothering him because he doesnโt understand why both of you need to converse so much.
You and Tsuโtey arenโt mates yet but youโre towards the end of the courting stage and he feels like heโs made that very clear with the extravagant items heโs created from his bare hands and gifted to you.
Each bracelet, necklace, and piece of clothing are created as statement pieces to make sure every Naโvi knows you are to be mated soon and he feels like everyone respects that except for Kaโlan.
Tsuโtey isnโt upset with you having male friends, heโs fine with that because being Tsakarem means you have to be friendly with everyone. The reason he doesnโt like Kaโlan is because itโs clear he doesnโt just want to be your friend, he wants to come out of the friend zone and step into a romantic light and thatโs what pisses Tsuโtey off.
Tsuโtey has noticed Kaโlan eyes hone in on your ass as you walk away, heโs overheard him talking to some of his friends about how he wants to bend you over and make you his, heโs even heard through whispered gossip that heโs planning to try and court you, show you that heโs better suited for you than Tsuโtey.
Oh, how the future Oloโeyktan wants to just snap the skxawngs [moron; idiot] neck for even looking your way but he knows he canโt do that, especially with so many people around to bear witness so he just bottles up his emotions and tries to focus on training the eager warriors around him.
โFocus! Straighten your posture!โ Tsuโtey shouts as he walks around, fixing a few of the warrior's stances around him before his gaze wanders backover to where you and Kaโlan are. He doesnโt see anything going on between the both of you that should worry him but a few seconds later he sees Kaโlan place his hand against the tree next to him and lean over a little so heโs closer to you.
Tsuโtey can see the mixture of a smirk and smile thatโs on Kaโlanโs face, how his eyes are focused on your plump lips and every few moments they stare at your breasts.
Seeing Kaโlan in your personal space plus the looks heโs giving you is enough for an anger fueled growl to erupt from Tsuโteyโs lips. This is the last straw for him and heโs going to put an end to this once and for all.
Tsuโtey quickly ends training for the day, sending all his students away before walking over and grabbing your wrist and pulling you away from Kaโlan. โโtey what are you doing? I was in the middle of a conversation!โ You shout as he continues dragging you into a secluded area of the forest where no one would be able to intervene in your pending argument.
He doesnโt answer, just continuing to pull you away which annoys you. โTsuโtey, answer me!โ You pull away from him which forces your arm to release from his hold and Tsuโtey turns around to face you. โIf this is about Kaโlan I have told you a million times me and him are just friends!โ
โAnd how many times must I tell you he wants to take you from me? He does not want to just be your friend!โ He hisses as he throws up his hands in confusion, wondering why you wonโt believe him.
He knows his intuition was right, after all, heโs a male himself and he knows you are attractive so he understands other men will take a liking to you, he just doesnโt appreciate Kaโlan doing it so blatantly in front of his face.
Tsuโteyโs husky tone mixed with anger, his heightened voice, and possessive demeanor makes a heat spread through your core. You love him being protective over you, you find it sexy and the more he shows his anger the more you feel the need to clench your thighs to create some sort of friction to give yourself the slightest pleasure.
Even though heโs titillating with his actions, youโre still upset with his behavior. โYes, he does! He tells me about other women he likes in the clan all the time!โ Itโs true Kaโlan does tell you about the women he was drawn to but he always left one out, the woman heโs head over heels for.
โWhat do I have to do to make you understand?!โ With you and Tsuโtey going back and forth, it only makes his anger bubble over even more. Heโs about to conjure up another rebuttal until he noticed the way your tail is moving behind you.
Being Naโvi, your tail is always moving subconsciously but when you are aroused your tail moves in a specific manner which Tsuโtey always takes notice of. When it clicked in Tsuโteyโs head he couldnโt help but let out a chuckle out of amusement.
Here he is upset that another man was making passes at you and youโre getting turned on from his anger, probably not even listening to a word heโs saying.
He walks up to you, wrapping his hand around your neck, causing your eyes slightly widen as you slightly bite down on your lower lip. โYou like this donโt you?โ He growls in your ear while slipping his free hand into your loincloth, moving his fingers along your folds that are drenched in your slick.
You hurriedly nod your head, silently gasping when you feel Tsuโteyโs fingers force their way into your pussy, his digits getting immediately soaked in your slick.
He maneuvers his fingertips and starts pressing against your sweet spot, making you grab onto his bicep to keep yourself steady. โSeems like I will have to make you understand another way.โ You look up at him with half lidded eyes, watching his lips curl into a slight smirk. He tugs on your bra top, giving it a quick yank and ripping it in half, causing your breasts to pop out.
Tsuโtey has a plan in motion, a plan that consists of putting you in multiple positions, fucking you until your voice is hoarse, and making you scream his name so everyone roaming the forest knows that you belonged to him and no one else.
โ
Kaโlan is walking through the forest trail with his bow slung lazily over his shoulder, half-listening to the rustling trees, and half-lost in his thoughts. Heโs still replaying your laugh from earlier, the way your smile curled when you teased him by the tree, how your nose crinkled when he made that stupid joke about his hunting mishap.
Kaโlan has always liked you, ever since you both were teenagers chasing palulukan [thanator] pups after your parents told you not to. Heโs always been able to keep his feelings at bay, but lately? That small crush has stretched into something much deeper than some sort of puppy love.
Itโs the kind of wanting and desire that lingers behind his ribcage and causes his throat to tighten every time he sees you walking beside Tsuโtey, holding hands and being lovey dovey. For the last few weeks heโs been noticing something different between you and him.
You laughed at something stupid he said earlier, your fingers brushing his arm without a second thought. Just a small touch, light as a feather, but it lit something in him. โShe doesnโt touch Tsuโtey like thatโ, he thought.
But that was a lie, a hopeful delusion and he knows it. Stillโฆ things felt different, he can tell. You linger longer when the two of you speak. You look him in the eyes when you speak, not past him like other women do. Sometimes, you let the silence stretch too long, as if something unspoken hung between you, which leads Kaโlan to believe thereโs still a chance to win your heart.
Kaโlan has been telling himself to back off, that Tsuโtey is the future Oloโeyktan. A man who can decide his fate in the clan. A man who can make his living hell if he crosses him. But that feeling only lasted until he saw the way Tsuโtey gripped your wrist too tightly when he dragged you away earlier.
Seeing the way Tsuโteyโs eyes followed your every move in a possessive and controlling manner made Kaโlan angry. That moment made him realize that Tsuโtey didnโt deserve you. Simple as that.
When Kaโlan starts trying to think of ways he can woo you, he hears something strange. A noise, something that sounds similar to a muffled cry. He stops walking for a moment, allowing his ears to hone in on where the sound is coming from. His ears perk up at the sound of a particular voice, yours. Itโs immediately recognizable. Itโs sharp and breathy, echoing faintly through the trees.
At first it sounds like you're screaming and then it turns into a loud cry, causing a panic to flutter in Kaโlanโs chest. Was someone hurting you? Are one of the sky people torturing you? He doesnโt know whatโs going on but if someone is hurting you heโs going to come save you.
He picked up his pace, following the sound deeper into the forest. As he walks, the voices grow louder. Your voice. Then another, one he canโt make out at first but it sounds much louder than yours, needier even.
Kaโlanโs chest rises and falls quickly now, his feet moving faster over the roots and moss-covered earth as he weaves through the trees. His grip on his bow has tightened, fingers flexing as instinct braces him for the worst.
He can hear you clearly now. Your voice floating through the air in waves, uneven and raw. โPleaseโโ you gasp.
The word jolt Kaโlanโs heart, making him think youโre now begging your captors for your life. He breaks into a sprint. The trees thinned ahead, sunlight streaking across the clearing. โJust a little furtherโ he says to himself, scanning his eyes across the forest for the sight of you. โJust get to her. Get to her andโโ
Out of nowhere he stops dead in his tracks. The sound of his breath caught painfully in his throat, as if the wind had been completely knocked out of him. Out of all the scenarios his mind created in his mind, this is the last thing he thought he would witness. The last position he would find you in.
You're bent forward on your hands and knees, body arching into each thrust of Tsuโteyโs hips as he grips your waist with a bruising force, making you claw your nails into the ground underneath you for support. Your mouth is wide open, and your eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure.
Tsuโteyโs behind you, his chest gleaming with sweat, the muscles in his back flexing with every deep roll of his body against yours, like heโs trying to fuck every ounce of his love into you while making sure you know that youโre his.
Kaโlanโs eyes widen at the sight before him, heart lurching violently inside his chest while the scene unfolds. He can see and hear everything: the way your breasts bounce with every harsh thrust, the wet slapping of skin, the creamy ring forming on the base of Tsuโteyโs cock, the possessive grip of Tsuโteyโs hands like he wants to mold your body to his forever.
You arenโt being hurt.
You arenโt in danger.
Youโre being claimed.
โOh, Tsuโteyโharder, please!โ you cry out, and Kaโlan flinches at the desperation in your voice. At how your voice isnโt filled with any pain or discomfort, but pure desire. It sounds as if lust is leaking out of your pores.
His heart cracks clean down the middle as he watches the two of you move together like youโve been made for this. Like you and him are made for each other. He tried to look anywhere but your face, but your eyes, even closed, somehow glowed with something Kaโlan believes Tsuโtey didnโt deserve but still owned completely.
He should turn around. Should walk away and give you and him privacy. But he canโt. He just stands there frozen, hidden partially behind a thick trunk, his large eyes wide with quiet heartbreak and shame. His ears twitched at every wet slap of your bodies meeting, at every moan you gave to the man who clearly had your heart. A man Kaโlan hated. Envied. Even secretly feared.
Kaโlanโs grip tightened on his bow, trying to keep himself together, not knowing what to do. He thinks heโs in the clear, that no one will see him here hidden away in the shadowsโฆ until Tsuโtey looks up and meets his gaze.
Kaโlan doesnโt know what he expected him to do. Maybe a flinch, a flash of surprise in eyes, him stopping his attack on your pussy and trying to cover your exposed flesh. But Tsuโtey doesnโt do any of those things.
Instead, Tsuโtey looks him right in the eye and smirks. That same cocky, knowing smirk that has always made Kaโlan want to punch a tree.
Tsuโtey isnโt one bit surprised to see Kaโlan because he knew he was there. Knew he would take this route on his way home, knew he would be nosy enough to come and take a look. He strategically set this up. Tsuโtey wanted Kaโlan to see him destroy your guts, see you in the same position Kaโlan wishes to have you in, and listen to you cry out his name in the process.
Without saying a word, he slips his hands around the front of your body, tightening one hand around your throat, lifting your head up and making your body press closer against his, driving into you deep enough to pull a broken cry from your lips.
He slows down just a tad, rolling his hips in a deep, grinding motion that makes you gasp his name again, unaware of the silent audience just beyond the tree line.
Tsuโtey smirks, leaning over your shoulder, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, cupping your breast and pinching your nipple until you spew out a moan. โSay it,โ he growls. โWho does this pussy belong to?โ
โYou, baby.โ you cry softly, feeling his cock press against the spongy spot in your core, your walls fluttering around him each time your ass slams into his pelvis.
Tsuโtey thrusts himself harder into your wetness, enough to make your knees buckle from the force. When he sees your stability falter he catches you with ease, huffing a dark chuckle as you mewl against him. โSay it louder, need the whole forest to hear you.โ
โIt belong to you, Tsuโtey! Just you!โ
โAnd who do you love?โ he asks, voice getting louder, not for you, but for Kaโlan so he can hear that your heart belongs to him.
โTsuโteyโฆ I love you.โ you whimper, clawing at his arm thatโs snaked around your pretty frame as he picks up the pace again.
โTell me who is your future mate.โ he demands, glancing up at Kaโlan one more time, a wicked gleam in his eye as he thrust hard, making your entire body jolt forward, practically knocking the wind out of your lungs.
โYou! Tsuโteyโฆ only you!โ
Kaโlan swallows hard, his jaw locking so tight his teeth aches while his heart twists in his chest. Every word you speak, every moan he hears, is another arrow to his pride, another nail in the coffin of the wishful fantasy heโs been desperately clinging to.
For the final blow, Tsuโtey places soft kisses on the back of your neck before turning your head towards him and engulfing your lips in a sloppy, wet kiss, your tongue and his swirling around each other, fighting each other for dominance.
When he pulls away thereโs a line of saliva keeping you and him connected, making everything unraveling between you two even hotter. His hand is gripping your jaw, making sure since youโve opened your eyes, your focus is on him and him only.
When you look into Tsuโteyโs eyes you see they arenโt their usual golden color, they're much darker, filled with lust, jealousy, and other emotions you canโt put a name to at the moment. Tsuโteyโs voice is low, so low that Kaโlan almost misses it but you hear him clear as day: โNo one else will ever get to touch you. Not in this life, not in the next. You are mine.โ
Tsuโtey turns your head slightly to the side, giving him a clear view of your throat, the same one he loves shoving his cock in whenever you're giving him attitude. He grazes his tongue across his fangs, looking down at you with something primal in his eyes. His mouth hovers over your skin, then he lowers, biting the nape of your neck.
When you feel his teeth sink into your skin, you let out a sharp hiss, your tail instinctively wrapping around his thigh, and your body melts into Tsuโteyโs, enjoying the euphoria that fills your veins as he marks you.
Marking is one of the oldest Naโvi customs, meant to bind two souls together. A territorial act, born from a time when clans had to fight for their mates. Itโs not done lightly. And once itโs done, itโs seen as a vow, a warning, and a claim all in one.
While Tsuโtey marks you, with the taste of your blood on his tongue, heโs looking Kaโlan dead in his eyes, sharp as blades, while he hides behind a tree like a cowering child. Tsuโtey holds Kaโlan in his stare like a warning: You will never have her.
Kaโlanโs heart pounds in his chest, shame and fury tangling together so violently it makes his stomach turn. He wants to fight. He wants to scream. But instead he leaves, not being able to stomach the sight of you being fucked by Tsuโtey any longer.
He turns and walks away, heart pounding so loud it drowns out the sounds behind him. The soft cries, the whispered praises, the wet rhythm of two people tangled in something too deep to ever be undone.
Once Tsuโtey sees that heโs gone, his lips curl into a smirk against your skin. When heโs satisfied, feeling like his point has been proven to Kaโlan and to you, he takes his fangs out of your skin, allowing your blood to settle on his tastebuds. Itโs warm but somehow sweet, making him fall more in love with you than he already is, feeling like now your souls are deeply connected now that your blood runs through his veins.
After a while, you and Tsuโtey fall into a steady rhythm again; his thrusts are long, deep, and deliberate, each one pressing into the furthest part of your womb like heโs trying to carve his name into you from the inside. The way his hips roll, slow but firm, makes your thighs tremble with every stroke. His groans turn to curses in Naโvi, breath hot against your neck, voice hoarse and ragged with need.
You cling to him, moaning his name like a prayer, and just as your walls begin to spasm and squeeze around him, he lets out a sharp grunt and buries himself deep, hips locked against you as his hot seed spills inside.
Your back arches as your climax washed over you in thick, aching waves, your vision going white as he fills you, until the pressure is too much and his seed begins to leak out of you, smearing on your thighs, Tsuโteyโs groin, and soaking the earth beneath.
Tsuโtey doesnโt pull out immediately. He stays deep inside you, his breath slowing as he holds you close, one hand splayed possessively over your belly. He presses a kiss to your skin, heart still pounding, and you can feel the weight of something heavier in his touch.
Tsuโtey closes his eyes for a moment, lips brushing against your ear. He doesnโt say it aloud, but it pulses between you anyway. Thereโs a hope, a want, even a silent wish.
He secretly hopes his seed will take root. That maybe, soon, you will swell with his child. That your womb will grow full with proof you belonged to him, and that no one will ever dare to look your way again.
And beyond that: he wants a family with you, he always has. He wants little feet running through your shared mauri, braids tied with the same beads he once gifted you, a child that had your eyes and his temper, clinging to your hip. Raising children with you would be a greatest honor in his eyes.
Eventually, your trembling slowed, your breathing softened, and the two of you sank into the moss beneath you, limbs still tangled together.
Tsuโtey cradles your face and kisses you again, this time slow and sweet, full of warmth and affection. A stark contrast from earlier. You sigh against his mouth, smiling lazily as you look up at him with tired eyes. โIโm not going to speak to Kaโlan anymore.โ
He exhales through his nose, forehead pressed to yours, happy to hear youโre finally seeing things his way. โGood.โ It satisfies his soul to know that youโve finally taken heed to what heโs been expressing to you and that he wonโt have to worry about Kaโlan anymore after the show you both just put on for him.
Tsuโtey is never allowing a man to think they have a chance with you, heโll fill your neck with markings to let every single Naโvi know that youโre bound to him until the end of time.
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Due to his mishap in love earlier he decides that his only reason to marry is for power. Youโre the kin to a very highly regarded general, and that helps Coriolanus win over more military power. Plus itโs not a negative thing that youโd look good on his arm. So he approaches your dad and they come to an agreement, and suddenly youโre married.
At first the biggest change is just that youโve moved from one mansion to another. You barely see Coriolanus, heโs off trying to win over every ounce of power, every morsel respect he can. Heโs late home for dinner and then he disappears into his study until the dark hours of the night. Sometimes he sleeps in there.
But you still share a bed, like a married couple should. Itโs big and white duvets flow like the ocean, making it hard to even notice the person on the other side of it.
That is until one night, when youโd drifted more to the center, Coriolanus glances at you. In your wedding lingerie. White and lacy, with the only hint of modesty lingerie could have. Your face is soft in relaxation, taking steady breaths as your hips shift, turning you unto your stomach. And there it is. His initials, in red thread over the back of your panties.
Something snaps in him.
Youโve taken his name, youโre wearing his name, youโre his. The red of the thread paints his vision when it comes to you. And if he owns you, why shouldnโt he use you?
At first itโs purely out of convenience. Instead of his shameful minutes in the shower he can turn to you. What else is a wife for?
And itโs always from behind with your head burrowed in pillows. It would almost be anonymous, if it werenโt for the matching wedding bands. Despite them he could not care less about your pleasure, about you. In these moments youโre just a warm fleshlight to him.
But one night it changes. Coriolanus is slamming into you, chasing his high between your perfect walls, when he hears you whine. Itโs not clear, most likely a cock-induced babble, but he hears it. Youโre so big. And his hips stutter as a new feeling blooms in his chest. A new kind of power.
He starts flipping you over to hear your pretty mewls better. And just as your inner walls are stroking his cock, your sinful mouth is stroking his ego. How heโs so big, how heโs so deep, how heโs so good. And he develops a new fascination in watching your eyelids flutter, watching how your thoughts flee your head as his cock bullies it way into your mind.
He discovers his new weapon. With keeping you on his cock every night, and sometimes early mornings, his head is sharper. Not dulled down by humanityโs stupid physical needs.
He also discovers that he can manipulate people in ways beyond his words. Discovers that his fingers on your clit make you gush on his cock, clenching around him like a vice. Discovers that if he just angles his cock slightly he can make you squirm and gasp. Realizes how much he likes to see his pretty wife completely ruined by him.
And just as thereโs a red hot need in him to have you completely, youโre just as desperately his.
If I ask you how you are, I want a fucking essay on what you did - what made you sad - or happy today or yesterday.
I mean it's fine if you just reply with "I'm fine." BUT I'D LOVE TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR DAY๐ like it's so interesting for me even if you just laid in your bed and scrolled through Tumblr. I don't give a fuck, I wanna know!๐๐
If I ask you how you are, I want a fucking essay on what you did - what made you sad - or happy today or yesterday.
I mean it's fine if you just reply with "I'm fine." BUT I'D LOVE TO KNOW ABOUT YOUR DAY๐ like it's so interesting for me even if you just laid in your bed and scrolled through Tumblr. I don't give a fuck, I wanna know!๐๐
Summary โป In an arrange marriage, it's hard especially it's with someone you truly despise.
Warning(s) โป Tom and Mattheo are brothers because I said so. TOM IS A FUCKING ASSHOLE STILL. FEELINGS. DENIAL. mentions of alcohol and someone being drunk. accidental confession. thank you very much. Okay not all purebloods are related. I have to say this because its disgusting I FUCKING HATE INCEST.
"I do not like her nor do I give a fuck about her." He sneered at Mattheo.
Mattheo on the other hand just stared at him, his face showed his interest to infuriate his brother further and get him to admit the truth - as it already is visible in his actions - that his brother, somehow never thought about.
"One more word about her, I'm gonna feed you to Nagini."
Mattheo stood up without a single sign of fear as Tom is his brother and he knows him very well.
He does care about you, he doesn't even know how to hide it - the lingering gazes, the longing look he has as he gazes at you from afar, the constant stealing glances that he cannot seem to control.
In plain words, he turns into an incredibly clumsy person - or a dimwit should he say - around you.
Arrange marriage. The situation you're currently in.
It wasn't that bad, especially when you both agreed that you can hook up with whomever you please as long as you return home the next morning.
Every time after a party or some kind of an event, the pair of you would have a sit on the small cushion in your room with a glass of champagne or wine on your hands and normally share each of your last night's experience.
Well, he lies.
He'll admit in his past relationships, he had a ton of sex, but he suddenly stopped when he found out he was in an arrange marriage with you.
And all he wanted to do was to do it with you - do everything with you. not just sex, but also those sweet stuff that couples do.
Although, it seems impossible to hear such a thing especially coming from Tom's perspective - he still cannot deny how bad he wants to have that.
The way he'd love to go down on you each time he gets. He has never been this desperate for a woman and it drives him mad.
And that change of behaviour sure did surprise everyone - even his own brother was surprised by this.
Sure, he was still mean and a fucking ass hole but he wasn't the kind like his past - pulling any woman of his choice and fuck them senseless in a room or preferably just use their mouth in a dim lighted corridor like they're just useless things that he could buy or borrow.
And an improvement that Mattheo would like to include that he haven't seen any woman roaming around the Manor after they had sex or no going to the pub without you.
And he always has the same reason for everything "I want to make them proud." And by 'them' their parents.
He was offended when you didn't look interested the first time you were told about the arrangement. You looked at your parents as if they said something that offended you - so he offered the mentioned idea and you were quick to say yes.
***
Mattheo started teasing him about his relationship with you when:
***
One night, you went to a party with all the guest part of the sacred 28 - meaning, you were required to go.
You wore a black dress that night - his favorite - with a pair of heels that seem to match his clothing.
You were forced to greet each and everyone, kindly - while Tom stood beside you, his face full of seriousness that guests wouldn't even dare to glance at his direction. He nudges your shoulder once in a while to stop you from rolling your eyes.
Later that night, a beautiful woman invited you to their room to play "chess" - however, you didn't accept the offer knowing your fiance would get drunk tonight.
Tom is going to be pissed drunk tonight - don't tell him I told you that.
Thanks Mattheo.
No worries.
Mattheo left early not wanting to be responsible of his brother and carry him to the room the pair of you share upstairs.
***
You spotted him sitting - laying on the couch in one of the rooms - he was alone - passed out drunk.
Getting near him you almost gagged from the musky scent of alcohol.
"Bloody fucking hell, you smell like shit." You muttered. "Come on, get up."
Pulling his limp body up, you groaned and thought about how nice it would be to have Mattheo with you right this instant.
"You're definitely a lovely woman to fuck, but I have a fiancรฉ who I like a lot. She'll get mad and kill you before I even can." He slurred.
"What in Merlin's left ball sack are you talking about?"
"Her name is Y/n. She's really pretty - no, beautiful. I still partly hate her though."
You dropped Tom on the bed and chuckled at his confession as he continued "She has a pair of beautiful eyes and her lips - oh her lips - I would kill to just give it a single bloody peck - Shh - don't tell her that."
Mattheo witnessed all of that, as he was just following behind you, just in case you needed an extra hand.
His eyes were wide as just his smile - he discovered that he was right all along.
His brother did like you.
A/n: This is an update because I haven't been posting and yes. I just taught of this and wrote it like a fucking asshole.
Okay, I just wanna talk about the "Snape Slander" and Marauders Slander that's been going around for too long now.
First off, everyone is entitled to their own opinion. I don't give a fuck about your opinion. If you think this is right and this is wrong. You do you babes.
I'm not going to go and be a toxic bitch and try to change your opinion on that matter.
I like James Potter and I like Severus Snape too.
I know the Marauders bullying Snape doesn't excuse any of his action when he grew up and became a professor. I'll admit I hate him for most of his doings but there's some things that I like about him too.
Yes, he is a blood supremacist and I fucking hate him for that and for calling Lily a slur he's also a fucking asshole for that and he's just an asshole for a lot of things but you cannot ignore how great he is at spying for both parties wtf he did a great fucking job.
Also please don't forget that Reggie was also a blood supremacist and he also admired Voldemort before joining his inner circle. Yes, for the most part he didn't agree with Voldemort's ideals and he did such a selfless thing but you still cannot ignore the fact he killed muggles and is a blood supremacist.
James Potter also isn't all that superior. He bullied Snape just like Snape bullied him and his friends. Look, 4 vs. 1 wtf is that?
And please to all the people who says "James did what he needed to do." Okay, bully people? Wtf is that mindset.
I can have my own opinion and you can have yours. If you can respect mine, thank you. But if you don't it's also fine but don't try and change my mind and talk to me about shit. You can reblog this and share your opinion about it but please don't be an asshole.
I just want to publicly apologize to @loopy-lupinn for not making her request immediately (the asks of her request is still in my inbox and it's been 4 months or so?) And I just feel so bad.
Encanto isn't even famous anymore but I really did try writing it it's in 2k words now? But I just really think I needed to apologize ;-;
