Even at a young age, Neteyam had always taken his role a little too seriously, down to deciding you had to be the princess he absolutely must protect. But then the Sullys disappeared into the far seas, and the childhood promises soon felt like a lifetime ago. Years later, he’s back from the reefs, and you're determined to act like he's a stranger.
Basically: childhood friends to strangers to "oh no he’s hot and i fucking hope he remembers me."
content warning. Childhood Friends to Strangers to Lovers™
a/n. obsessed w the idea of neteyam calling us princess, so this was born. honestly this ficlet feels more like a brain dump of the whole idea instead of a complete, full-fledged fic. sfw, slight angst but mostly fluff! <3
Childhood with Neteyam and Lo’ak was a symphony of trees, dirt and laughter. A seemingly endless cycle that included a lot of time playing warriors rather than house. You never really minded the boys’ rougher games, until one day Neteyam declared himself the Olo’eyktan. Lo’ak, excited, shouted with glee that he’ll be a brave warrior like dad, too! But when you tried to pipe up and claim your place as a hunter or a warrior (or whatever popped into your head at the moment) Neteyam shut you down.
"You are the princess!" He corrected you firmly, shaking his head disapprovingly at your protests.
Confused and with a bruised pride, you refused to back down and yield that easily. He never told you what you could and couldn't do before and you couldn’t let him start now. "But we've always been on the same team!" You demanded. "Why do I have to be the princess?"
"Because," he said simply, looking at you like it was the most obvious thing in the world, like you should've known already, "I have to save you. I am the one who must protect you."
The memory blurred at the edges over time as the seasons bled into years, but you never quite forgot the look on his face in that moment. Sometimes it would float into your mind for seemingly no reason, like a ghost that haunted your peaceful hours.
The brave warriors rescuing you from the sky people (Kiri, who rolled her eyes at to having to play the enemy every time), Neteyam accidentally stealing your first kiss (that’s a whole other story to tell, isn’t it?) , Neteyam telling you that you'll mate with him and be his wife.
Silly childhood things. Silly, golden dreams that belong only to children.
You doubt he even remembered and you certainly weren't going to mention it to him, not with the way you started to drift apart you as you got older.
You were no longer his princess. You were only a part of the landscape he was meant to guard.
Then, the world shifted. Jake and Neytiri and all of their kids had to leave High Camp for the clan’s safety, disappearing into the mist to seek residence with the Reef people for the sake of the clan because the Sky People were closing in. Communication was practically non-existent. You stayed behind, blooming into a lethal hunter of the forest, while they became strangers of the sea.
And then a brief, flickering moment.
There had been once, a while back, when Jake, Neytiri, and the others returned, physically injured and exhausted after narrowly surviving a brutal encounter with the Mangkwan raiders. Neteyam had been absent then; he remained at the reef, alive but too heavily injured for the journey, something about a healing bullet wound that was too deep for travel. Kept under his parents' and the Metkayina’s Tsahik’s strict orders to recover. Those days, brighter than your regular days since the Sullys had been gone, were spent listening intently to Lo'ak's and Tuk’s frantic stories of their survival.
Now, four long years have passed since that first departure, and the Sullys have finally returned to stay for good.
The celebration at High Camp is deafening. The forest and the stones shake with the fervor of the Omatikaya welcoming their former Olo’eyktan home. You stand at the edge of the clearing, fingers nervously tracing the intricate beadwork of your songcord.
It seems every single one of the Omatikaya was present at the gathering. This is the biggest gathering since Tarsem’s ceremony as the Olo’eyktan that Jake appointed in his stead.
You're dressed in traditional woven attire, just like you are supposed to. Everyone is in high spirits and you were enjoying yourself quite a bit, catching up with those you'd been missing, eating, drinking, and dancing. Kiri and Tuk find you first, the baby of the family tackling you in a mess of limbs and laughter. Lo’ak follows, taller now, though the same rebellious fire in his eyes and attitude remains.
You only catch glimpses of him a little throughout the night, but he hasn't even said hello, not that you've been expecting him to. Honestly, you are gracefully disappointed, but it’s a quiet ache you have long since learned to live with. You have braced yourself for this treatment from him. Whatever childhood bond you once shared has surely been washed away, dwindled into nothing across the vast oceans.
You don’t think about him anymore these days… for the most part. You have accepted that you would never get close to him again anyway.
As the night winds down and the music slows, you say your goodbyes to the others. Slipping away, you step backwards to leave. You’ve barely made it to the edge of the village, seeking the quiet ferns to process the overwhelming reality of their return, when you feel a large hand circles your wrist, stopping you in your tracks.
The grin on his face is boyish when you turn around to look at him— it’s an expression that is foreign on a painfully familiar face. You try your hardest to only focus on the pressure of his thumb against your flesh rather than how entrancing his eyes are. Or how tall he has grown. Or how much bigger and broader he is now, compared to the image you have been cherishing in your mind: of him, before he left all those years ago.
He is a giant compared to the boy in your memories.
“The party is still loud, yet you are sneaking away.” It is the first time you have heard his voice in four years. The world finally stops.
“Do you have somewhere else to be, princess?"
a/n. if time permits, if life does not get in the way, if i do get around to writing a complete oneshot of this...?? we'll fuck play around and see! i write either pure filth or prose-filled fluff,,,, i cannot for the life of me write in between even though i’d rlly rlly love to write plot-driven pieces c’;
guys i do not have a taglist, never had one to begin with. it’s kinda awkward to tag people without explicit consent from them HAHA. send me something in my askbox if yall actually wna be in one so i can list 🤍
a/n | hi!! i'm so so grateful for all the support i've been getting recently. like i would never imagine people would actually read my avatar works so wifjefweijf 😭 i've also gotten a few requests and i'm so excited to work on those aswell!! also, neteyam is kinda ooc in this, but i think he's rlly funny in this so :,)
synopsis | neteyam says sky people kiss their close friends. you don’t understand it, but you let him show you. you don’t know what it means yet, only that you want more.
The wind sifted through the canopy above, weaving restless fingers through the vines that draped lazily from the thick limbs of the trees. Sunlight filtered in narrow golden columns, slipping across Neteyam’s shoulders as he crouched beside you, his braids falling forward, a shadow of amusement curled in the corner of his mouth. His eyes gleamed like the jungle after rain; bright, sharp, and watching you with an intensity that should’ve burned. You were busy weaving, fingers threaded with fine strips of bark, tongue pressed between your teeth in concentration, completely unaware of how long he'd been watching you. He wasn’t subtle, but you’d never looked up in time to catch the grin twisting on his lips, or the way his gaze softened when your brow furrowed just a little in thought.
“Why do you always sit like that when you work?” he asked, voice low, teasing, with the kind of lazy inflection that meant he was trying to get under your skin. His tail swayed behind him, betraying his amusement.
You blinked up, frowning. “Like what?”
He leaned closer, his arm brushing yours, heat trailing over your skin. “Like your whole life depends on what your fingers are doing. Like if you make one mistake, the forest might fall apart.”
You rolled your eyes, but a smile tugged at your lips before you could stop it. “Because I do not want to make a fool of myself. You know that.”
“You could never be a fool.” He said it with ease, like a truth that needed no argument, but the way he looked at you—head tilted, eyes lidded—was a look akin to what mates give each other.
You missed it completely.
“I’m serious,” you huffed, scowling at the strand that slipped from your braid-in-progress. “This is supposed to be for Tuktirey. I want it to be perfect.”
Neteyam made a soft sound, barely a hum, and sat beside you. His thigh pressed against yours, warm and solid, his skin smelling faintly of crushed leaves and sweat. “She will love it,” he said. “Even if you tie all the pieces backwards. It is from you.”
Your fingers stilled. “You think so?”
“I know so.”
It came without hesitation. Like he was already certain of every word you hadn’t yet said. Like he’d spent moons learning the rhythm of your voice, the exact pitch of it when you doubted yourself. There were so many things he knew about you. How you tucked your hair behind your ear when you were nervous. The way your tail curled around your ankle when you were cold. That you never called him by his full name when you were truly angry with him.
But still, somehow, you didn’t notice when he flirted.
He shifted closer, the curve of his mouth sharpening. “Do you want to know a secret?”
You turned to him slowly, wary but curious. “What kind of secret?”
His eyes glinted with mischief, teeth catching in the brief grin that flashed across his face. “One from the sky people. My father told me. It is something they do when they are… very close.”
You tilted your head, shoulders tense, unsure if you were meant to feel wary or honored. “Close? Like mated?”
“No,” he said, voice dropping, “not always. Sometimes just… very good friends.”
“Friends do this?”
He nodded solemnly, though the corner of his mouth twitched like he was trying not to laugh. “Yes. It is called… kissing.”
Your brow furrowed. “Kissing?”
He leaned in. “You press your lips to another’s lips. Soft. Maybe warm. It is not about touching bodies. It is… how they show trust. Care. It is not like the Na’vi ways. But it means something.”
You considered him carefully. “You say they do this with friends?”
“Very close friends,” he repeated, his voice dropping even lower, smoky, touched with a sweetness that curled in your chest like the first flickers of a fire. “Friends who mean… very much to one another.”
He saw the hesitation in your eyes and reached for your hand slowly, reverently, like he was handling a wounded bird. His thumb swept the back of your knuckles. “We are close, are we not?”
You blinked. “Of course we are.”
Neteyam’s smile widened just a breath, but there was no cruelty in it, only the soft swell of affection, fond and burning. “I have always known your heart. I see you. And I know you trust me.”
You nodded. “With everything.”
The moment hung there, suspended between heartbeats. The wind didn’t move. The forest seemed to hush, holding its breath. Your pulse beat heavy in your ears, not from fear, but from the strange warmth beginning to unfurl behind your ribs. You hadn’t known Neteyam could look at you like that. Like you were more than bark-woven necklaces and careful hands. Like you were more than a friend.
Still, you asked, quiet but unflinching: “Why do you want to do it?”
He didn’t flinch either. His gaze didn’t wander. “Because you are important to me. I want to… show you. Not just say it.”
You stared at him, eyes narrowing slightly, trying to gauge if this was another game, another soft trick of his tongue, like when he teased you about your clumsy knots or your wild braids in the morning. But he was still, the kind of still that felt sacred, like he was baring something raw and rare.
“Alright,” you said, finally. Your voice didn’t shake. “I trust you.”
Neteyam’s laugh was quiet, breathy, a sound that tasted like joy. He squeezed your hand, then guided you down until you both sat cross-legged, knees pressed together, your palms still joined. His hands were large, warm, and gentle, holding you with a care you hadn’t noticed before, or maybe hadn’t wanted to.
He brought his other hand to your jaw, fingertips brushing the skin just below your ear, and your breath hitched. His touch wasn’t demanding. It was reverent. Careful. Like he was asking permission every step of the way.
“You just… close your eyes,” he murmured. “Let it happen.”
Your heart stumbled, but you obeyed. Your lashes lowered. The forest behind your eyelids seemed brighter, painted in strange colors. You could feel every inch of him. His warmth, his breath, the slow rhythm of his thumb against your cheek.
When his lips met yours, it was soft, curious, like a question. His mouth was warm, and the press of it was light, but sure. You felt the world tilt, just slightly, like the ground beneath your legs had shifted.
He didn’t move fast, didn’t deepen it. He stayed there, close, his lips grazing yours like a whisper, like a vow. You exhaled through your nose, instinctively leaning into him, and the smallest, trembling sound escaped you—half a sigh, half a question.
Neteyam pulled back only a breath, his lips still barely touching yours. “Did you feel that?” he whispered.
You nodded.
“That is how sky people show their hearts.”
Your eyes stayed locked on his mouth, the fullness of his lower lip, the way it glistened faintly where it had just touched yours. His breath fanned across your skin and you didn’t lean back, didn’t blink, barely remembered to breathe. The world around you had not changed, but it felt newly born, as if the trees stood taller and the light had melted gold across every leaf. It was your heartbeat that filled your ears, your pulse that echoed, a thrum against your ribs like distant drums. There was a strange pull in your chest, an ache both exhilarating and unknown, as though your body recognized something before your mind had named it.
His fingers tightened around your hand, with a firm kind of intimacy that grounded you like a vine anchoring into earth. Your breath fled your lungs in a stuttering exhale, and the small, involuntary giggle that escaped your mouth was light as air, startled and soft.
“So…” you tilted your head, eyes closing just slightly, your voice touched with curiosity, “…your father did this with all his close sky friends?”
Neteyam’s expression fractured in real time. First, his brows lifted, the color visibly draining from his face in a rush of disbelief and horror, his mouth parting as if he meant to answer but hadn’t yet found the words. The silence between you stretched taut, and for a moment, he only blinked, as if caught by a dart to the chest. But then his shoulders shook once, and he let out a shaky, unconvincing laugh.
“Y—yes,” he managed, barely above a whisper. “All of them.”
You gave a solemn nod, like you were weighing this new custom with the same reverence you gave the sacred rites of Eywa. “I see,” you said. “I think I understand now… why they do it.”
He gave a sound, half-strangled in his throat, and his eyes searched yours, frantic and unguarded. The lie hung between you like smoke, transparent but cloying, and he must’ve known how little you believed it. But your tone held no accusation, only a quiet, curious honesty, warm as the hand still nestled in his.
“Would you…” he began, voice hushed. “Would you want to do it again?”
The humming sound you made was quiet but clear, the vibration of it rising from your chest with the ease of certainty. He exhaled, a breath that seemed to unspool all the tension from his spine, and without needing to be told, he moved.
He lifted his hand to your face, palm gentle against your cheek, fingertips tracing just beneath your eye with the caution of someone brushing pollen from a flower. You hadn’t expected him to touch you like that, with a reverence usually reserved for prayer. His thumb rested against your jaw, and your lips parted slightly at the feel of it, a soft intake of breath betraying how much it affected you. He leaned in closer, until your noses brushed. The contact was tender, barely there, a subtle rub of bone against bone, warm and close and achingly gentle.
“Ma’ yawne,” he whispered against your mouth, the words trembling on the edge of sound, caught between truth and confession. His voice was velvet, low and hoarse, shaped by the weight of something he hadn’t dared to say before. You didn’t ask what it meant. You only smiled, mouth curling beneath his, your breath warm as you leaned into the kiss he gave you.
This one was not shy.
Where the first had been a question, this was an answer—full and certain. His lips pressed to yours with a quiet urgency, deeper, fuller, hungry in a way he’d tried to hide. His hand slipped from your cheek to cradle the back of your neck, holding you in place as he tilted his head, guiding the kiss into uncharted territory. Your breath caught in your throat, and your hands, once limp between you, rose on instinct to clutch at his shoulders, fingers curling into his skin like vines wrapping around stone.
Your bodies tilted inward, the space between you vanishing until his chest pressed to yours, his thighs bracketed against your knees. The heat of him soaked through every layer of skin, and your pulse drummed wildly where your heart met his, your stomach tightening with a deep, curling ache. He kissed you like he needed you to understand what his words couldn’t say yet, like every press of his mouth was a piece of language, building a story only you could read.
When he finally pulled back, it was only by a breath, his mouth still brushing yours. His voice came ragged, his words shaped against your lips like a spell.
“Relax.”
Your whole body shuddered with the weight of that word. You hadn’t realized how tightly you’d drawn yourself inward, how every muscle had gone taut with the effort of not dissolving. The way he said it. Soft, coaxing, protective, cut through your defenses. Your exhale was slow, trembling, and you melted beneath his hands, your weight pressing into him more fully. The kiss that followed was less urgent, but no less intense. There was trust in it now, not just curiosity, not just wonder, but a sense of giving in.
Neteyam made a sound in his throat, deep and low, like he hadn’t expected the way you melted into him. His hand slid down your back, just enough to steady you as you shifted, your thighs sliding over his, bodies drawn together like branches in a storm.
“I did not think you would let me,” he murmured, forehead resting against yours as his breath fanned over your mouth. His eyes were still closed, lips still parted.
“Why would you think that?” you asked softly, barely more than a breath, your voice threading between you. “We are friends.”
He didn’t answer with words. His silence wasn’t awkward, wasn’t heavy with guilt or uncertainty. His silence was controlled only by the last, fraying edge of restraint. He leaned forward, erasing the space you’d left him, lips closing over yours with a suddenness that stole your breath. This kiss was not shy. It was quiet, but insistent. A low-burning ember set against the skin, smoldering hotter than before. His breath came harder through his nose, warmer now, and the tremor that passed through his body wasn’t subtle.
Your hand moved without thinking, splaying over his chest, your palm landing just above his heart. His skin was hot beneath your touch, his muscles taut, breathing ragged and uneven. He made a sound that was sharp, surprised, almost a growl, shook through his throat and into your mouth, and your body reacted before your mind could make sense of it. Your gasp was soft but clear, lips parting, and in that instant, he surged forward, tongue sliding against yours in a motion so smooth and shameless you whined into the kiss without meaning to.
Neteyam did not wait. His hands slid down your sides, fingers pressing into your waist as he pulled you fully into his lap, positioning you over his thighs with a possessiveness you had never seen from him before. His body was hot, his pulse thudding beneath your hand like a drumline, and when your hips settled against his, the moan he swallowed into your mouth vibrated through every inch of him. His hands moved freely now, no longer hesitant—one gripping your lower back, the other slipping up your spine, fingers brushing the knots of your necklace, the dip of your waist, the curve of your ribs. The noise that left him was low, pathetic, as if he couldn’t contain the sensation of having you so close, so pliant, so willing.
Your tails flicked between you, brushing, curling, twisting in the chaotic rhythm of your bodies. His moved like it was alive with its own hunger, wrapping and twitching, a mirror of his building tension. Yours betrayed every spike of surprise, each involuntary thrill that coursed through you with every glide of his tongue against yours, every possessive pull of your body closer. Your breathing grew unsteady, helpless against the way his touch mapped you like a newly discovered land, like he wanted to learn every inch of you through fingertips and lips alone.
Neteyam’s hand slid up, into your hair, searching with purpose. His fingers caught the thick braid that lay over your shoulder, and he gave it a firm tug, sharp enough to jolt your attention. Your lips parted from his with a wet gasp, eyes wide, lips damp and swollen. You blinked up at him in dazed confusion, a sound barely escaping you. You didn’t speak, but your expression asked everything: What is it?
He stared at you, lips parted, chest rising in quick, uneven heaves, his golden eyes darkened and wild. His mouth opened, the beginning of a thought taking form on his tongue, the truth curling just behind his teeth.
But before he could speak, the branches overhead rustled.
Not in the distant way of wildlife. Not in the idle, lazy way wind tousles the leaves. This was footsteps.
Neteyam froze.
The tension in his body snapped taut, like a bowstring drawn too far, and his entire frame locked beneath you. His hands went still. His eyes widened in alarm, lips still hovering close to yours, his breath caught like a trapped animal.
Neytiri’s silhouette slipped through the canopy.
The sight of her; tall, radiant, fierce, descended like cold water over hot stone, hissing through the air. Her presence was quiet but impossible to ignore, a gaze sharp enough to pierce bark and bone alike. She said nothing at first. She only stood, eyes moving slowly between you and her eldest son, face confused.
Neteyam reacted fast. Too fast.
His hands gripped your waist and lifted you off him in one fluid, practiced motion, depositing you onto the soft ground beside him as though your body had burned him. His posture straightened, jaw clenched, tail tucked tight around his thigh, ears snapping back flat in alarm. He looked every bit the warrior-in-training again, despite the rapid flush of color that still stained his cheeks, and the unmistakable wet shine on his lips.
Neytiri stared at you both, her brow arched, arms crossing over her chest. “What is this?”
You blinked at her. A beat passed. Neteyam looked one gust of wind away from fainting, and your own heart thudded high in your throat.
You smiled.
Sweet. Innocent. Like the question was about gathering berries or collecting beads.
“Kissing,” you announced brightly, tilting your head. “We were kissing!”
Neteyam made a noise—a strangled, horrified groan—as his hands flew to his face, dragging down across his features in sheer disbelief.
LMFAOOOOOO i struggle with writing him so much but like i said he is such a funny character. just lying abt what his dad said.. ik what u r neteyam.
you’re the only girl in your circle who hasn’t done it yet… what are best friends for if not to help you find out exactly what you’re missing?
warnings : (18+ MDNI), neteyam x omatikaya fem!reader, mature themes, explicit s3xual content, strong language, jealousy, pet names, getting addicted to eo 🤪, both reader (whos LOWKEnuinely problematic) & neteyam are horrrnyyyyyy, praise knk, light degradation, marking, rubbing through loincloths, dry hmping, oral (f receiving), light choking, overstimulation, size knk, riding, spoon s3x, doin IT while smns in the room, tsaheylu while cracking 😳, many smut (P in V), etc…
a/n : I see all ur requests (keep em piling up 🤭), i have to say, yall are SO CREATIVE. ill be working through them one by one. pls take note that my acc is solely dedicated to sharing my neteyam drafts, to clarify: i dont write for other characters. i also wont write threesomes or cheating, additional boundaries are tba. w/ that being said, thank uu sm for taking the time to send ur ideas. it genuinely means a lot that ud want me to write something for u 🥺
wc : 16k (no proofread)
You have always accepted that boys your age don’t like you enough to court you, long before you even learned how to pull back a bow.
Having crushes here and there was normal, and even though some of them flirted back, it always ended the same way with them never truly choosing or committing to you.
Call yourself desperate, but how could you not be when all of your friends have already chosen their mates, leaving you left behind?
They would pull you into hangouts, and you’d always find yourself scowling because you had no idea what they were talking about. It felt as if they were speaking a foreign language, especially since you couldn’t get any of the details whenever they visualized their moments together with their mates.
All you could do was zone out every time they brought up their relationships, listening to them giggle, sighing during the overviews of their dates, groaning whenever their topics got even more ambiguous.
There were even times when they pushed your patience to its limit, convincing you to come along for a swim at the river. You always agreed, thinking it’d just be another day spent with your friends, only to let out a groan the moment you realized they had invited their boyfriends too.
Like right now.
it felt like a slap in the face because they knew better than anyone how awful your luck had been when it came to finding someone, yet they always seemed to pull this on you. Still, you couldn’t exactly call them insensitive when they insisted they were only trying to make sure you weren’t left all alone.
It was frustrating since your best friend, Neteyam, spent most of his time away from the village on patrols and scouting missions. As much as you hated to admit it, the girls were right about one thing, if they didn’t drag you along, you’d probably end up sitting alone with no one to keep you company.
And you definitely didn’t want that.
“And then tonight, Re’kitan and I will go to the Tree of Souls… you know what happens beneath the glowing tendrils, right?” Kxira giggled, her fingers cupping her boyfriend’s jaw to pull his lips back to hers.
The girls laughed along, but your forehead only wrinkled at the sight tht was taking on you. What you were witnessing felt obscene, with your friend soaking in the river right beside a man, letting him touch her like that in broad daylight.
“Girl… you’re a wild woman, letting the Greatmother witness such things,” Meya teased with a shake of her head.
“Out of everyone here, I believed you would understand me,” Kxira pouted, leaning back against Re’kitan as he washed the water down her spine. “You mated with Tritxo just last week, when your blood ran hot during the season… so who’s really the wild one?”
Meya’s mate bit his lip, “She is wild. It’s sexy.”
“Darling, don’t expose me!”
So much for not wanting me to feel left out, you thought bitterly, sitting there physically while your mind detached from the conversation.
Eytsing grinned, splashing the water with her tail. “Meya, tell me what it feels like! I think Awngìn and I will do it soon… he has just been so busy with the tasks, we can never seem to find alone time lately.”
“It’s beyond words, sister. Everything becomes clear the moment your queues twine together and you see him through the Greatmother’s eyes. You feel the beat of his heart, the rush of his thoughts, and how deeply he wants you. It’s like your spirits are walking in the same body, and the warmth of it never truly leaves your blood… Ever since we mated, we just stopped arguing.”
You watched as Meya pulled Tritxo into a deep kiss, her cheeks rising as she smiled against his lips. You didn’t fail to notice the way they lingered after breaking apart, staring into each other’s eyes for what felt like an eternity before you forced yourself to look away.
There’a no way you had just been subjected to that.
“I cannot wait to finally claim Awngìn as my own! The day he returns from the hunt, I’m dragging him straight into the deep forest to taste him until he forgets his own name,” Eytsing giggled the girls broke into laughter.
“As if you two haven’t already been doing exactly that,” Meya teased, splashing water om her way.
“If you’re already acting like an unchained animal in the bushes, what more when your kurus are connected?” Kxira rolled her eyes, she hissed when Re’kitan accidentally pressed a thumb into an aching spot on her shoulder. “Watch your grip, babe.”
“My bad…” Re’kitan kissed her shoulder.
Eytsing only grinned wider, leaning her chin on her knees as she watched the ripples in the river. “It’s different now though, the tension is driving us mad… he looks at me during the evening meals like he wants to tear my loincloth off right there in front of the Olo’eyktan.”
“Awngìn has always been impatient,” Tritxo chimed in from behind Meya as he caressed his hands over his mate’s hips. “A hunter who starves for his woman always catches the best prey. I’m sure he will give you a good bonding night, Eytsing.”
“What about you, Y/n?”
You glared at Kxira, your chest tightening. “I don’t know. What about me?” You crossed your arms, the water splashing around you. “I don’t have anythjng! A mate or whatever! I don’t even have a boy who wants to court me because every time I try, it always ends the same way with oh, I’m not ready, oh, I only see you as a sister, oh, I was just being kind, I didn’t think you’d fall. It’s exhausting!”
“Oh, dear… you will find the right one soon!”
“You don’t have to rush it… just wait for the right season.”
“The Greatmother sees you!”
Of course they would say things like that, their pity only damaging your ego further. It wasn’t even about rushing; even if you wanted to, you couldn’t force someone to want you the way you wanted them to.
You had already stopped whispering prayers to Eywa after the fourth time a boy broke your heart, giving up hope that someone would ever step forward to claim your soul, or that you would ever experience the things your friends so happily shared.
Recognizing the sudden drop in your mood, Meya cleared her throat, “Eytsing, speaking of… the village has been too quiet without the main party around.”
“Tell me about it,” Eytsing pouted. “I miss my boyfriend so much my chest hurts… it’s so unfair that he gets to fly around the mountains while I’m stuck here waiting.”
Your hands sink beneath the surface to grip the river rocks. Your fingers traced the hard edges of the stone, opposite to the way Tritxo’s thumbs were drswing slow circles into Meya’s waist, or the way Re’kitan leaned down to rest his chin against Kxira’s damp shoulder.
You pulled your knees closer to your chest, the hollow ache in your own stomach widening as you witnessed the instinctual gravity pulling the couples together.
“That reminds me, when exactly do they even come back?”
Eytsing leaned on the rocks. “Awngìn didn’t tell me anything before they flew out, he was too busy packing his gear…”
Then pairs of yellow eyesnmoved across the water, all locking onto you. You raised an eyebrow, your ears twitching. “What?”
“When are they coming back?”
“How am I supposed to know, genius,” You muttered, rolling your eyes as you leaned back against a larger boulder as well.
“C’mon, you’re attached to the hip with their team leader, Neteyam,” Kxira pointed out, a smirk playing on her lips.
“That doesn’t mean I have the right to know their scouting schedule,” you said, splashing a wave of water toward her direction.
“Looks like we’ll just have to wait for the horns to tell us they’re back then,” Meya sighed, her fingers playing with Tritxo’s braid.
“Whatever, the longer the hunt takes, the more goods they offer to the clan anyway,” Kxira shrugged, resting her head back against Re’kitan’s chest.
Re’kitan’s gaze went over to you. “Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask… how did you and Neteyam even click? He’s like usually swallowed up by his duties or training with the elders but he somehow always finds time to track you down.”
“We’ve known each other since we were small nodes on the same branch. My mom is away trading with the neighbouring clans, father would drag me along when he visited Neteyam’s family to share the evening fire. That’s how I bonded with the Sullys, i guess.”
The others nodded, their ears perking up, “That’s something. To walk so closely alongside the chief’s bloodline!”
“What does it feel like?”
“What does what feel like?” You crossed your arms under the water. “Being close with Neteyam! Isn’t he rigid with you? He carries himself with such manners whenever he walks through the village. I cannot picture anyone actually having fun with him.”
You shrugged, “He’s simply himself. You guys view him that way because he’s carrying his weight well, he has the reputation of a future leader to uphold after all.”
“Is he still without a mate?” Kxira asked, her eyes twinkling. The question hit you, ears pinning flat against your skull, and your tail ceased its swaying beneath the surface. Every single one of them was staring at you again, leaning in.
“Why are you guys looking at me like that? I don’t know,” you muttered, pulling your knees tighter against your chest, wishing the water would just swallow the ache growing in your throat.
“Oh, Y/n, you’re better than that! You literally spend half your suns tucked away in his shadow. Surely you’ve noticed if any of the females have caught his eye. Hasn’t he mentioned anyone while you two are whispering by the fires? Not even a word on who he might choose to walk before Eywa with?”
“Why would we speak about such things?”
“I find that hard to believe,” Tritxo chuckles, tightening his grip around Meya’s waist. “A warrior at his peak, carrying the weight of the clan on his shoulders... he must have a hunger in his blood. If he’s not talking about women to his closest friend, he’s either a metal made of stone, or he’s hiding it very well.”
“Can we kindly not speak of him right now? It feels wrong to dissect his life behind his back,” you frowned, looking down at the water.
“We’re only speaking the truth, sister,” Kxira smirked, resting her chin back on Re’kitan’s shoulder. “If he’s still walking alone out there, he’s for the people to see. If you want to take your shot with the future Olo’eyktan, you better do it before the next hunt, or someone else will claim him.”
A few suns later, the blast of the hunting horns jolted the community awake. The men had returned from the eastern canyons. You found yourself pushing past the gathering crowds as they flooded the ground to welcome the party home.
Your eyes went over the incoming ikran and the goods they carried, searching through the sea of broad shoulders and braided hair for a glimpse of one specific warrior.
“Y/n!”
You turned your head at the sound of your name, a grin creeping onto your lips as Neteyam broke through the crowd toward you. You raised a hand to wave, but before you could even say a greeting, he lunged forward, pulling you into a headlock.
“Hey!” you gasped, reaching up to pinch his exposed waist, but his quick reflexes kicked in, he dodged away before your fingers could even brush his skin. “You demon.”
“Where my hug at?” he asked, opening his arms wide. You launched your weight forward, catching him off guard. He lost his footing, his tail flailing for balance before you both went crashing down onto the soft grass.
“Get off me, lady,” he groaned, you pinched his striped cheeks with a smirk before finally scrambling off him. Standing up, you offered him your hand to help him up, but the moment his fingers wrapped around yours, he yanked you right back down into the dirt.
Before you could even yell, Neteyam was already on his feet, vaulting toward his ikran. “The first one to our spot gets their request granted by the loser!” he shouted over his shoulder.
“You— skxawng!” you hissed, pushing yourself up from the grass and letting out a whistle to call your own mount.
Your laughters sung across the open air as the wind whipped against your face, the thrill of the chase burning in your veins. Cornering him near a jagged rock formation, you leaned into your ikran’s flank, guiding its massive wing to clip against the side of his banshee.
Neteyam’s mount let out a startled screech, veering slightly off course and forcing him to pull the reins to stabilize their flight. Seizing the moment, you dug your knees in and urged your ikran forward, rocketing past him and diving straight toward the secluded cliffside that marked your spot.
The moment your ikran’s leather wings touched down, you slipped out of the saddle and ran a hand down her smooth snout. “Good girl out there,” you kissed her skin, a grin breaking across your face as the silhouette of your friend’s arrival blocked out the sun.
He landed his mount beside yours, instead of stomping over to you, he stepped to the front of his ikran, checking its body for any signs of injury from the mid-air collision you had just pulled off.
You scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. “Don’t be so dramatic, man. I’m not an unchained woman, I wouldn’t wound him.”
Neteyam clicked his tongue, his tall frame blocking out the view of the valley as he stood over you. “You cheated, lady.”
“Nope!” You popped the syllable, tilting your chin up and leaning right into his space. “You’re simply a loser.”
“That was cheating. You startled my mount on purpose.”
“That’s called strategy! And a clear weakness on your end for not anticipating what I could pull!” With a toss of your hair, you turned your back on him, folding your hands behind you as you strolled toward the edge of your cliffside spot, skipping.
Neteyam let out a chuckle, trailing just a step behind you. “I didn’t know you were hiding such foul moves.”
“Perhaps, but they’re the exact reason you lost!” You threw a smirk over your shoulder before turning around. “What did you say again? ‘The first one to our spot gets their request granted by the loser.’ What now, warrior?”
Neteyam let out a laugh and sank onto the grass, leaning his back against the wide trunk of the ancient tree you two had claimed as your own. “Name it then, lady.”
You smirked, tapping your chin in a show of thinking before letting yourself settle down on the grass to his left. You left a gap between your hips, a lingering habit from days of feeling like an outsider to affection, but he didn’t let the space live.
He reached out, his large hand wrapping around your waist to yank you close to his side. A shared laughed bubbled between you as your shoulders collided, the warmth of him seeping straight into your skin.
“I think I might keep this request for future purposes…” you said, winking at him. “Y’know… for when you’re finally the leader. I could use it to make the whole village work for me for a whole cycle! I’ll have the weavers craft all my garments so I never have to touch a loom again, the hunters can bring me the rarest cuts from the deep forest, OR I can just have the communal cooks serve me hand and foot.” You flashed him an exaggerated grin.
Neteyam rolled his eyes, “I would do all of that for you for free. You don’t need a royal decree, nor do I need my father’s title to spoil you.”
“I’m not spoiled!” You gasped, shoving his shoulder with your hand. “Whatever you say, pretty,” he murmured, his tail lashing against yours in the grass.
The two of you spent the entire afternoon tucked away on that cliffside, watching the sky bleed into bruised purples and deep oranges. It felt so nice to just talk after a week apart.
He walked you through every detail of his mission, leaning back as he described getting cornered by a pack of viperwolves. He puffed out his chest, bragging about how his superior strength saved his skin then admitting that he didnt actually fight them off, but rather scrambled up a rock face like a startled hexapede.
You had traded the talk for village gossip, your thighs were draped across his lap as you had guided his hand on your inner thighs, arguing that since his surprise race forced you to sprint and mount your ikran without stretching, your muscles were aching to the bone. He hadn’t even protested, and did what you asked.
With your back resting comfortably against the massive stone beside the huge tree, Neteyam rested his right elbow on his knee while his left hand massaged the tense muscles of your thigh.
“I’m telling you, she was looking at him during the dinner,” you continued, your voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “She has taken a liking to him. A man who’s literally twice her age!”
Neteyam’s hand paused on your leg, his eyes widening as a genuine gasp escaped him. “Seriously? He has grandchildren training with the younglings!”
“I know! And I think the communal cook has taken a liking to her too. I mean, can you blame him? His mate left his hammock for another hunter last-last season. I guess he hasn’t been receiving any attention since he’s like an elder now.”
“Still… it’s strange to me,” Neteyam mumbled, a frown tugging at his brow. His thumb pressed a little deeper into the tight muscle of your thigh, making you sigh at the pressure. “The gap between their cycles is literally the span of our entire lives, Y/n.”
“It’s whatever. It’s her life anyway,” you shrugged, leaning your head back against the stone. “She’s old enough to choose her own path. And to be honest… if I were desperate enough, I’d probably do the same.”
Neteyam’s hand went still on your leg, he looked up at you, his ears twitching forward. “You’d bind yourself to a man twice your age?”
“Yes! Would you not?”
“Why would I?” He rolled his eyes, looking away from your gaze. He looked offended that you could even conceive of him doing such a thing.
“That’s why your life is so boring, Neteyam. No thrill.”
“I’m simply saying that I have no intention of ever sharing a hammock with someone who has seen the same number of eclipses as my parents.”
You scoffed, letting out a loud laugh. “That’s not what I meant! See? You’re just proving my point. Why did your mind leap to your mother and father the moment ‘twice your age’ is even mentioned?”
“Because it’s ridiculous,” he argued, his eyebrows furrowing as his ears flattened. “I don’t see why anyone would pursue an elder when there are plenty of unmated people our age.”
“Because older people are mature and they can provide without struggle. I actually don’t see the problem,” you teased, a wicked grin spreading across your face. You crossed your arms, leaning closer to whisper. “In fact, I’d go after your father!”
Neteyam yanked his hand away from your inner thigh, snapping his arms across his broad chest as he glared at you, you burst into a fit of giggles at his reaction.
“He’s a happily mated man, lady. Dont even let your mind wander there,” he warned. “I’m kidding!” You smacked his bicep before grabbing his large hand and dragging it right back onto your aching thigh. “Do you think so lowly of me? I’m not that desperate!”
His hand settled back against your skin, but his fingers tightened. “Many haven’t found their one in our generation, Y/n… you don’t need to look backward. I mean… unless older men are your preference, then I won’t stand in your way… but I just— I-I don’t know.”
You let out a chuckle, but it withered into a frown. He was right, there were plenty of unmated people your age in the clan. You knew their names, their faces, and how their laughter sounded when they turned you down. If any of them actually wanted you, they would’ve stepped forward seasons ago.
Your gaze drifted down to the grass, your voice trailing off. “You’re acting like you don’t know my history among the men of this village, Neteyam…”
“Sorry,” he whispered, his voice dropping into that raspy voice reserved only for you. “That’s not what I meant.”
The silence that followed was filled only with the sound of forest insects as the first bioluminescent veins began to wake up across the surrounding leaves.
He moved beside you, sliding closer until his chest was pressing flat against your shoulder, both of you now resting your backs against the cool stone, your legs still on his lap. His thumb began to move in smooth strokes against your thigh, apology written in his palm as he watched your lips pull into a pout.
“I know how they’ve treated your heart,” he began, his golden eyes fixed on you, refusing to let you look away. “They were stupid, Y/n. Every single one of them. They’re blind to what’s standing right in front of them.”
You swallowed hard, that ache rising in your throat as the memory of your friends’ pity back at the river flashed through your mind. You stared down at his large, blue hand on your thighs, your fingers twitching with an urge to lace themselves through his, just to feel that bond Meya had gushed about.
A wave of heat rushed up your neck as Neteyam’s tail found yours beneath the grass, wrapping itself in a tight spiral around your own.
“Don’t let their blindness make you think you must settle for an elder, or anyone who doesn’t see you. For the right person won’t tell you his spirit is unready. He won’t treat your affection like a burden. And he certainly won’t touch your skin for days only to claim he treats his sister the same way… that’s disgusting.”
A chuckle escaped you. Hearing him list the exact nonsense those boys had pulled made you realize just how foolish it was that your heart had broken over them in the first place.
“...I know you hate it when the others tell you not to rush your path... I know you’re not rushing, you’ve been too patient with those boys, Y/n. But as your friend, I only want the best for you, and I believe Eywa will provide when the time is right. I don’t want you to give your trust to someone’s sweet tongue, only for him to reveal his true colors once he got what he wanted.”
“Really now?”
“Really. If that ever happened, he’ll taste his own blood on the wind,” Neteyam hissed. You let out another laugh, rolling your eyes at his statement. “You’re just so violent, aren’t you?”
“Only to those who deserve the strike.”
“Enough about me,” you sighed, shoving his shoulder to break the mood. “I don’t want to waste our time talking about them. What about you?”
Neteyam tilted his head, his ears twitching as he looked down at you. “I obviously don’t wanna waste my time on those too.”
“I meant… well— how do I say this…” You trailed off, looking away. You swallowed hard, running your tongue over your lip before your eyes drifted down to his hand. His fingers were still touching the lines against your skin. Just below his palm, your tails were still entwined, making you bite the inside of your cheek to fight off a smile.
“Tell me,” he whispered as he noticed your hesitation. You looked back up, meeting the gaze of his sparkling eyes. “It’s just that… my friends and I were talking about you a few days back by the river.”
“What were you saying about me?”
“It’s…” You scrunched your nose, you wanted to hear his answer, but you didn’t wanna cross a line. “quite personal. You don’t have to answer if it makes you uneasy. I just… perhaps a part of me wants to know too, because lately, I feel like there are parts of you I barely know.”
“Hm?”
“So… do you have anyone? Like… any women in the village you desire, or maybe men?”
Neteyam blinked, the forest around you seemed to fall silent since he didn’t say a word, his eyes searching your face, trying to read the motive hidden behind your words.
“Sorry… I knew it was a weird question,” you mumbled.
At your sudden bashfulness, a devastatingly gorgeous smile began to tug at the corner of his lips. The tension in his shoulders melted away as he leaned his head down toward yours, his breath fanning across your cheek. You instinctively tilted your face back, your heart beating fast as you tried to maintain a safe distance.
“Why do you ask? Are you looking to clear the field for yourself, or are you just hunting for more gossip to bring back to your friends?”
You scoffed, trying to swallow down the heat rising to your face, but the way his chest was so close to yours made it a losing battle. “I’m doing neither,” you said, forcing your eyes to stay locked onto his, even as your chest tightened. “It was just a question. You don’t have to get all… self-satisfied about it.”
“Me? Self-satisfied?”
You rolled your eyes, attempting to regain your composure. “Yes. Mhm. Look at you, I only asked because everyone in the village talks about the Olo’eyktan’s eldest son and then I realized there that I actually have no idea what your tastes are. Or if you even have them.”
“My tastes,” he repeated, the words rolling off his tongue. He let his eyes drop to your lips for a heartbeat before looking back up to your eyes. “And what do you think they are, y/n?”
“I don’t know, that’s why I asked,” You gave his shoulder a nudge, though you didn’t move his hand away from your leg. “Stop answering my questions with more questions. It’s annoying. Just tell me if there’s someone during all those long missions, or if your head is just filled with responsibilities.”
Neteyam grinned, his shoulders shaking against yours. He looked away for a second, watching the bioluminescent moss on the tree trunk glow brighter as the darkness deepened, before his gaze settled back on you.
“No one on the hunt. And no one in the village either. My mind is usually too loud for that kind of distraction.” He paused as he watched the way your breath hitched. “But that doesn’t mean I’m blind to what’s right in front of me.”
“What that mean?”
Neteyam only hummed, an attractive sound that vibrated against your shoulder. He didn’t give you the satisfaction of a straightforward answer. He tilted his head back against the stone, his eyes tracking the waving trees above.
“I mean exactly what I said,” he whispered, his thumb resuming that stroke against your inner thigh. “Those boys… they have eyes, but they don’t see. They look at the sky, they look at the tracks on the ground, but they miss the most obvious things.”
“Neteyam, be direct,” you warned, glaring at him.
“You wanted to know my tastes, lady. I’m telling you. I value someone who has fire. Someone who doesn’t back down from a challenge, who can mount an ikran even when their muscles ache, and who doesn’t mind sitting on the moss to talk about the village fools with me.”
Your heart did a flip. He was describing you, or at least, everything you had done today, but he was keeping it just broad enough that you couldnt technically call him out on it without sounding delusional.
“That’s still vague,” you said, crossing your arms and puffing out your chest to mask how fast your heart was beating. “You’re just describing a dedicated person...”
“Maybe you’re right. I do want a dedicated woman. One who makes me forget about my responsibilities for a whole day just by laughing. A woman who’s just so beautiful it makes you wonder why men aren’t fighting over her,”
Your heartbeat stopped for a second, chest rising and falling against his shoulder, but he didn’t break eye contact. “Y’know… I watched those boys walk away from her seasons ago and thought, how stupid must an individual be to turn his back on a grand prize like that? To look at that woman, of all people, and see nothing?”
He smiled, his gaze dropping to your lips again. He had basically admitted it, yet he still hadn’t given you a name, leaving you suspended in the heat of his words.
“But as you said,” Neteyam grinned, his tail giving yours a squeeze beneath the grass, “perhaps you just don’t know my heart as well as you think.”
Your jaw tightened as you tried to process what he had just admitted. Your brain was scrambling, trying to find a clever retort, anything to keep your cool. But with his fingers still pressed against your skin, the words died in your throat.
“You’re infuriating. If you have something to say, just say it. Don’t hide behind those words.”
Neteyam’s grin widened, showing you his fangs. He loved this. He loved when you fought back, when you didn’t just faint into his arms like half the other girls in the clan.
“I’m not hiding,” He chuckled, then his hand slid upward from your thigh, his large palm resting against your hip, his thumb hooking into the strap of your loincloth.
“But if you want a name so badly,” he whispered, “why don’t you tell me whose name you want to hear?”
“...What about… Lläna?” you asked, gulping as you watched his face for any sign. “She’s one of the entertainers. She can make many lose their breath from laughing too much.”
“I may not be part of that ‘many’ if that’s the case,” he said. He lifted his hand, his fingers tucking a stray lock of your hair behind your ear, his touch lingering on your cheeks.
You swallowed the flutter in your chest, scrambling for another name to throw his way. “Maybe Neyza? She’s a warrior, she never gives up even though her whole body is already aching from the hunt. She’s very dedicated.”
“She’s a fierce one, but her stubbornness belongs on the training grounds.”
“Then… what about Sa’eyla?” you pressed. “She crafts the most beautiful pieces in the clan, and everyone says her voice can soothe an angry thanator.”
“Sa’eyla’s songs are for the gatherings,” Neteyam grinned as he watched you struggle. You clicked your tongue, frustrated by how he was shutting down every option while keeping his focus pinned on you.
“You’re being too difficult. What about Txewì then? She’s—”
“No,” he interrupted. “You’re running out of names, y/n.”
He leaned in, his nose almost brushing yours, closing off the rest of the forest until it was just the two of you in the bioluminescent glow.
“Why won’t you ask about yourself?” he whispered, “Why do you keep offering me to everyone else, when yours is the only name I want to hear?”
One thing led to another, and you found yourself biting down hard on your lower lip, trying to silence any sound as his lips pressed against the sensitive skin of your neck.
The heat of his mouth oh so intoxicating sent a wave straight down your spine. He stirred his weight, pinning you gently as one of his strong arms braced against the smooth stone behind you for balance.
His other hand slid lower, the side of his hand close against the heat between your thighs, dangerously close to your sore core, sending your thoughts into a panting spin.
He pulled back from your neck, an uneven breath leaving him as his right hand retreated from your thighs. His hand slid up your torso until he was cradling your jaw, angling your face up to force your eyes to meet his.
With his left arm still resting behind your back, on the stone, he swallowed hard, his chest heaving against yours. His thumb moved, dragging across your lower lip to part them.
He tracked the slow drag of his thumb before locking his eyes back onto yours. He drank in the sight of you staring up at him, your expression consumed by a blend of deep devotion with starving desire.
Unable to hold back for another second, he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours.
You hummed against his lips, rubbing your thighs together. You lifted your right arm to rest on his shoulder, while your left hand wandered, walking its path from the curve of his neck down to the center of his chest.
His hands slid down your arms to grip your waist, lifting you near him. The movement made you gasp as he slipped his tongue past your parted lips to tangle with yours. A moan escaped your throat when he groaned into your mouth, the sound shuddering against your chest.
Your thighs rubbed together, looking for any kind of brush to lessen the ache between them. His large hand moved down from your stomach, sliding past the edge of your hips to cup your pussy right through the fabric of your loincloth. You bit your lip hard, hips rolling against his palm.
You pulled away from the kiss, head rolling back as you adjusted your posture. You scooted into a proper seat against the stone, widened your thighs to give him better access. His fingers began sliding up and down against the damp cloth, making you whine.
You gulped as you rolled your hips in circles, lifting them to move more freely. You wrapped both arms around his shoulders, hiding your face in his neck as his fingers slid under your loincloth and rubbed your pussy. He circled your clit with his fingers, making you moan against his skin.
“Oh, keep going… ’teyam,” you whimpered beside his ear, rolling your hips in an eager circle to match the heavy lean of his weight.
You felt two of his thick fingers parting your wet skin, stretching you wide before his thumb made a dragging swipe right across your throbbing clit. Neteyam let out a grunt, a grin tugging at his lips as he bit his own down, watching the way your body melted around his touch, leaving his fingers slick and dripping with your heat.
“What do I get in return?” he murmured, watching your hips move. “Just… let this be my request,” you moaned against his neck, sinking your teeth into his skin to swallow the loud noise.
Neteyam snickered, his thumb striking over your sensitive peak once more. “Hmm… I would do this for free though, baby.”
Neteyam grinned at how you tried to keep quiet, even though he could hear every moan right by his ear. He lifted your head by your hair with his left hand, capturing your lips in another deep kiss and swallowing your sounds. His tongue tangled with yours as his fingers kept rubbing your wet pussy.
He opened one eye to see your thighs trying to close around his hand. He pulled his fingers away for a second, using his leg to keep yours open before diving back in. You arched your back when he sped up, then slowed down again, making you lose your breath. You gasped against his mouth and pulled away to watch his fingers pleasure you.
“Lift it, pretty,” he said in that deep voice. You bit your lip and did what he asked, lifting your top and massaging your left breast while he licked the other.
He kept eye contact with you as he sucked on your nipple, tongue swirling around it. You threw your head back against the stone, moaning loudly. His fingers never stopped rubbing your pussy, making you wetter with every stroke.
Your eyes rolled back every time he teased your entrance before returning to your clit. He pulled away from your chest and took your left hand from it, sucking on your fingers, he settled so he could reach your tits better.
He let out a wince when he felt you palming his cock through his loincloth. He looked down at your hand before you pulled away. “S-Sorry…” you stuttered.
Neteyam scoffed and grabbed your hand, pressing it back on his hard cock. He used your palm to stroke himself through the fabric. “Faster, Y/n,” he hissed, eyes closing as you did what he asked.
He returned his fingers to your pussy, rubbing your clit while his other hand caressed your hair. He went back to sucking on your breasts, humming against your skin. He was trying not to make too much noise, wanting to hear you more than himself.
He couldn’t believe what was happening. You were touching his hard cock, and he was fingering your wet pussy.
It was so arousing to do something like this together.
So this was what the other girls in the clan were always whispering about, giggling over their hut when the elders weren’t looking.
No wonder they spoke about it like it was the greatest gift from Eywa, because the heat pooling in your lower stomach was unlike any hunt or flight you had ever experienced.
“You close?” Neteyam whispered against your ear before biting your earlobe. You sighed, nodding fast. “Mhmm… please, right there.”
You whined when he pulled his fingers away from you. You bit your lip as you watched him stretch his arms before sitting up straighter against the tree. He patted his lap. “C’mere.”
You crawled over him shakily, straddling his legs, your hands rested on his chest to help you balance. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you closer, making you sit right on his hard cock before kissing you impatiently.
Both of you moaned into the kiss as he started thrusting up against your tewng. You met his movements by grinding back down on his hard on. Your hands moved idly, going from his chest to his shoulders, then pulling his hair and lightly choking his neck.
Neteyam groaned into your mouth, hands squeezing your ass as he kept grinding up against you. “You feel so good. Keep moving like that,”
“You’re so… so hard,” You whimpered, rolling your hips faster, feeling how hard he was through the fabric.
He pulled away from the kiss to look at you. “And you’re so wet. I can hear it,” You blushed but kept grinding on him, needing more friction. “Neteyam… please. I need you.”
He kissed your neck, sucking on your skin while his hands guided your hips. “I know, babygirl. I need you too. But let me feel you like this first…”
You whined loudly, head falling back as you kept riding his clothed cock. Neteyam pulled away from your neck to watch both of your hips moving together. He licked his lips, hs brow creased deeply as he stared down at you grinding on him.
His hand tickled your skin as it moved from your stomach up to cup your breasts. He lifted your top higher so he could hold your bouncing tits properly. He squeezed them gently, making you moan louder as you rode his hard cock even harder.
Neteyam groaned softly, thumbs brushing over your nipples. “You look so good like this, princess. Riding me so beautifully,” You whimpered, hips rolling faster against him. “it… feels so good.”
His hands moved up to your breasts, squeezing and pinching the sensitive peaks while you continued to move on top of him. His own hips thrust up to meet your downward pressure, driving his clothed cock harder against your throbbing core.
“Oh.. just like that,” Neteyam rasped into your ear, his voice rough and strained. He tightened his grip on your chest as he surged against you again, whispering, “This is what those morons missed out on.”
You moaned his name again, hands gripping his shoulders for support. The friction was driving you crazy, making you grind down harder. Neteyam watched your face, biting his lips. “You’re so gorgeous, fuck.”
His hand slid down from your nipples, his fingers curling to roll his knuckles over your clit through the fabric. You threw your head back against his shoulder, gasping out a breathless, “I’m so close…”
“Mhm, we’re gonna cum in our clothes?” Neteyam teased, before he slid his palm up and down your waist, drawing a line down to your ass before delivering a smack, making you cry out uncontrollably as the slap sent you right over the edge.
You came right into your loincloth, collapsing forward to lean against his collarbone as your body trembled through the intense orgasm. Neteyam kept his grip tight, squeezing and letting his palm collide against your ass as his own release hit him, his hips thrusting up slowly one last time to press his hard length against your pulsing core.
The day concluded with the two of you resting within each other’s embrace that night, the heat of the moment never crossing past the boundary of humping each other dry. There was still that shy distance between friends that kept both of you from initiating anything far more intimate.
That was exactly why you made the asinine decision to avoid him throughout the next week.
You simply couldn’t take it anymore.
Every single time you caught a glimpse of him, your heart would thump so hard against your chest, feeling like it was trying to rip itself right out of your ribs.
And just seeing him laugh across the camp was enough to make you feel like you were melting, your knees weakening so badly that you had to actively avoid him at all costs during the nightly dinner gatherings.
It only made things worse that your friends were actively pushing you toward him, and after everything that had happened at your spot, you couldn’t help but see him as a different person, and definitely not just a friend anymore.
Ever since that night, you began noticing his features in a way you never had before, caught up in how handsome he really was. It made you wonder how he had never courted anyone or even had a girlfriend before this.
You knew he was popular with the girls in your clan, heck, even the boys. You had always thought you were privileged to be his closest friend, getting a lot of his attention for free and never having to work for his affection the way everyone else did.
Every single time he returned from his duty, he always brought back reserved goods just for you. Whether it was the sweetest fruit or a smooth bead for your hair, he always made sure you got the best pieces before anyone else could even ask.
You only mentioned it once, about wanting a specific type of shell for your top that could only be acquired when the Tlalim clan came to trade. Yet, right after his very next hunt, he walked up and handed them to you, having gone out of his way to look for it himself.
You felt ashamed realizing that while he gave you the world, the only thing you ever really gave him in return was your endless clan gossip. He would sit there for hours, listening to you ramble, content just to have your full attention.
That’s why you found yourself hiding in your kelku, skipping your weaving lessons just to make something for him on your own. Neteyam had complained a few days ago about growing taller, mentioning that his loincloths were starting to feel too short and uncomfortably tight around his hips.
As you measured out the fabrics, your face suddenly flushed a deep, burning indigo, a breath catching in your throat as your mind replayed what happened in your spot.
Just remembering how you had literally ridden his hard on to a screaming climax, with nothing but your loincloths separating your bare skin from his, made a wave of embarassment wash over you. You squeezed your eyes shut against the memory, feeling shy for showing wildness to your best friend.
He was really big, though…
A fact that made your stomach flip. You hadnt actually seen it, but you had definitely felt that, the thickness pressing through his fabric every time his hips had thrust up into yours.
“—Y/n!”
Your thoughts were cut off by a loud voice calling out from just outside your hut. You scrambled to hide your weaving tools beneath the blanket, standing up to pull back the entrance curtain only to find all your friends standing there. Before you could even ask, your eyes widened as they glared right at you, shoving past your shoulders to let themselves inside.
“Hey!” you snapped, pulling the curtain shut tight as you turned to watch them start snooping around your space. “What’s going on?”
They looked back at you in bewilderment, hands on their hips as one of them scoffed, “I don’t know, Y/n! Are you hiding something from us?”
“Pardon me?” You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms defensively against their sudden interrogation.
“You heard us,” Kxira sighed, tossing her braids over her shoulder as she stopped pacing your small living space. “You’ve been ghosting us, skipping the weaving circles, slipping away before the evening fires are even lit.. you’ve been hiding in here like you’re harboring some scandalous secret!”
Eytsing stepped forward, grinning as she peeked toward your bed hammock. “Are you sick? Or are you just avoiding a certain son? Because just so you know, your fine warrior has been looking for you!”
Your heart skipped a beat at the thought of him looking for you but you forced your expression to remain blank. “I’ve just been tired. The hunting season has been long.”
“Well, your resting days are officially over,” Meya declared, marching over to grab you by your wrists and pulling you toward the exit. “The communal dinner is already beginning, and Eywa knows you’re not spending another night brooding in the dark. You’re coming with us right now.”
“I’m not hungry—”
“We don’t care if you eat or not, you’re coming for the company!” she interrupted, a grin spreading across her face as she leaned in close. “The Tsahik just welcomed visitors from the Tayrangi clan who have arrived for a celebration. Their ikran riders are legendary, Y/n. And the warriors— we’re going to introduce you to them.”
The others giggled, already pushing you out past the woven curtain into the evening air. Your stomach twisted into an anxious knot. The last thing you wanted was to be paraded in front of strangers from the coast, especially when Neteyam would undoubtedly be sitting at the head of the gathering, watching your every move.
It was indeed packed with people, the air thick with the smell of roasted meat and sweet woodsmoke. The sounds of drums thumped against your chest, matching the beat of your own heart as children dodged through the crowd, laughing and running around.
“We’ll be back, girl! You sit your pretty ass right there and we’re gonna go get you some food!”
You quickly reached out, grabbing at her hands before she could scatter into the crowd. “Wait let me come with—”
Kxira caught you by the shoulder, using her weight to push you back down onto the carved wooden log. “No way. You’ll save us a seat!” With a wink, she and the rest of the girls dissolved into the crowd, leaving you stranded in the open.
You let out a loud groan, pulling your knees tight to your chest to keep from being ntoiced by the passing people. Every time a warrior with tattoos of their clan walked by, you looked down at your hands, terrified your friends would actually drag one of them over.
But it wasnt the strangers making the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. Across the campfire, sitting among the clan elders, was Neteyam.
He was listening to an older Tayrangi rider, nodding along and gesturing as he spoke. He wore his riding visor pushed up, his cummerbund snug against his waist, and his armguards and armbands gripping his muscular limbs, making him look more like a seasoned warrior than you could ever find words to describe.
It made him look so commanding, and it was so hot.
Afraid he’d catch you staring, you wrenched your eyes away and buried your face against your legs, resting your head on your knees. You could no longer deny the effect he had on you.
“Hey, woman.”
You looked up to find an unfamiliar male leaning over you, he smiled down at you, the gesture so confident that you found yourself flashing a polite smile back. “Hi.”
“Such a cute girl to be sitting all by herself,” he grinned, gesturing with a flick of his tail toward the empty space beside you on the log. “May I?”
You shifted to the left to give him room. “Ah, sure, my friends just went to get some food and I was about to go look for them, so...”
He sat down anyway, “That’d be a shame for I’d love the chance to get to know a beauty like you.”
You let out a nervous laugh, the blunt flattery making you break eye contact as you scanned the clearing for your friends. You really had no desire to continue the conversation, but you didn’t wanna seem rude to a visiting warrior.
“The name’s Atan,” he said, leaning in. “Yours?”
“Uhh, Y/n.”
“A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”
“Thanks...” you mumbled, your throat tightening under his intense gaze, though you kept your eyes trained on the dirt to avoid encouraging him further.
“You don’t seem to talk much,” Atan mentioned, his voice dropping as he reached out to brush a stray braid behind your ear, his fingertips lingering against your skin. You flinched away from his touch, your ears flattening backward in warning.
“Uh—”
“Sister!”
You both looked up at the call, spotting a trio of Omatikaya girls marching toward your log with smug grins. You didnt bother waving, your brow furrowing as they stopped right in front of you, their eyes darting between you and Atan. He leaned back with a smirk, resting his elbows on his knees as his eyes darted between you and the newcomers.
“We just wanted to say congratulations!” Fhey’ri squealed, clapping her hands together while the two behind her chuckled and nudged each other’s shoulders.
“For… what?”
“For securing another warrior so quickly! I mean, last week we saw you trailing behind Ze’ni, Virran, then Neteyam, and now you’re already ensnaring the visitors. You must really know how to pull them in… you should teach us. Anyway, y/n, just so if you ever get bored of this one too, make sure you pass him down to us.”
“Keep my name out of your mouth before you embarass yourselves,” you sat up, stepping right into her space with your tail lashing behind you, Fhey’ri tilted her head with a venomous smile.
“Oh, we didn’t mean to offend you, sister,” Fhey’ri purred, taking a step forward to match your height. “We just admire how... generous you are with your time, spending it so freely with every man who looks your way, even if you cannot seem to keep any of them for long.”
You let out a scoff, crossing your arms as you looked down your nose at her. “Are you done?”
The girl behind Fhey’ri stepped up, her eyes glaring as she tried to defend her friend. “You think you’re so above us just because the Olo’eyktan’s son throws you a scrap of attention? Neteyam’s just being polite, Y/n. A future leader must be kind to the less fortunate of the clan.”
“If being ‘less fortunate’ means I don’t have to resort to pathetic gossip just to get a man to notice my existence, then I wear it proudly,” you said as you leaned in closer.
Fhey’ri smile dropped as she hissed, “You think you’re so smart? everyone sees what you’re doing. You’re just a distraction.”
“Why? Are you distracted? If so then my bad,” you shot back, a grin playing on your lips as you gestured toward the open clearing. “The feast is that way. Go find a man who’s blind enough to tolerate your annoying screeches.”
“Excuse me?!” Fhey’ri barked. Behind you, Atan didn’t say a word, captivated by the exchange as he watched you put the girls in their place with an amused smile.
“You heard me,” you replied, you didn’t back down an inch, standing tall as you held her gaze.
”You speak boldly for someone who has accomplished nothing,” the girl on her left spat, trying to salvage their pride by sneering at your attire. “you hide away in your kelku while the rest of us contribute to the clan.”
“If you came over here hoping to make me look pathetic in front of our guest, you’ve failed. You only succeeded in showing him how insecure the Omatikaya women can be.”
Fhey’ri eyes twitched, her fingers shaking like she wanted to hit you, however the crowd was too thick and the elders were too close for her to throw a tantrum without consequences.
“What’s with this commotion?”
You looked to the side to see Neteyam approaching, his steps carrying a weight as his tail swayed behind him, his brow furrowing in irritation. Fhey’ri took a step back from you, turning toward him with a gasp that made your ears twitch in disgust.
“N-Neteyam! Y/n is being so cruel!” she wailed, putting on an act as she gestured at you. “My friends and I were just trying to greet her, but she started attacking us out of nowhere and saying the most horrible things—”
Before she could finish her lie, you surged and grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her forward so hard she stumbled toward you. But before you could land a blow, Neteyam stepped between you both, his broad chest blocking your view as his strong hands gripped your wrists to stop the fight.
You looked up at him with a scowl, your chest heaving with adrenaline as he gave you a look that told you to stop. You swatted his arms away from you, refusing to be handled, before throwing one last lethal glare over his shoulder at the trembling girl.
“Tell them to fuck off,” you commanded Neteyam in a whisper, shoving past his side to make sure he knew you weren’t asking. Neteyam didnt hesitate, turning his gaze back toward the trio.
“Everyone, to the feast,” he ordered. The authority in his tone broke their remaining confidence, forcing Fhey’ri and her minions to scurry away into the crowd, rolling their eyes in an attempt to save whatever dignity they had left.
From behind you, a man let out a sigh, breaking the sudden quiet. “Finally, that’s over. You girls were acting like you were in heat.”
You had forgotten that the Tayrangi man was even sitting there, but Neteyam’s attention snapped to him, his eyes glaring. “Brother, why didn’t you bother stopping the fight between the women of my clan?”
Atan just chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the log with an arrogant shrug. “I was just minding my business with this chick until those girls started fighting over me, like. I cannot believe my popularity follows me even into the forest.”
“Are you serious? You didn’t even step in like the warrior you claim to be?” Neteyam challenged, taking a step forward and using his height to tower over the visitor, feeling your hand wrapping around his wrist.
“Big brother, c’mon. Those are arguments between girls and I have no power over their tongues,” Atan stated, smirking. “You should know what they say, let the women lead. I was just doing what a gentleman is supposed to do.”
“If you were a gentleman, you would’ve protected the woman you were conversing with instead of watching her be attacked for your own amusement.”
“Neteyam,” you called, stepping up and shaking your head at him to put an end to it before he started a diplomatic incident, prompting him to finally take a tense step back from the boy.
He was following you deep into the forest as you walked away from the scene, a sulk written all over your face. Your friends had probably left you alone on purpose to give you space with that Tayrangi guy, probably oblivious to the fact that some girls had come over just to cause trouble.
You had no idea why you had suddenly grabbed her hair like that, pulling it so harshly, if Neteyam hadn’t stopped you, the girl would’ve probably ended up bald by now.
As you stormed through the brush, Neteyam was following closely behind and scolding you nonstop for your actions. He kept lecturing you about how you shouldn’t have put your hands on a fellow clan member, and that your outburst had startled the people.
“Y/n, c’mon. Talk to me.”
“Stop following me,” you snapped, throwing a glaring look over your shoulder as you pushed past the giant ferns.
“At least let me accompany you back to your place so I know you’re safe.”
“Just get back to your duties, Neteyam, I’m clearly not in the mood after dealing with those freaks,” you stated, picking up your speed while your tail swayed in frustration. “If you stay here, we’re just gonna keep fighting. I don’t wanna hear another word about how I’m in the wrong.”
“We’re not fighting, lady,” he sighed, his ears twitching as he matched your fast pace. “The peace of the festival has been interrupted over some argument, a weaver of the Omatikaya should hold more grace than to attack someone in public.”
“Oh? So now I’m lacking grace because I refused to let them humiliate me?” you hissed, stopping in your tracks and spinning around to face him, stomping your foot hard against the damp moss. “Maybe you should just go back and comfort her instead, since she clearly matches your perfect standards of how a woman should act!”
Neteyam hissed lowly, “This has nothing to do with her, Y/n.”
“It has everything to do with her!” you yelled, your voice echoing through the trees as your warfreak tendencies flared up. “She was watching my every move, talking about how close you and I have been!”
“She talks too much, everyone knows this, but you pulling her hair just makes it look like her words actually have power over you.”
“Or maybe you actually believe those rumors too!” you shot back, the toxic thought spilling out before you could stop it as you stepped right into his space. “Maybe that’s why you’re scolding me so much, Neteyam, because you think I’m indeed a whore who just throws herself at every visitor who smiles at her!”
“Don’t say that,” he commanded. He took a step closer, his tall frame shadowing yours. “You know exactly how I view you, Y/n, I’m simply telling you how your actions out there—”
“I don’t care about the others, Neteyam, I care about the fact that you assumed I was the one causing a scene!” you cut him off, your voice cracking with an upset as you shoved his shoulder with your hand. “You didn’t even see how she cornered me, you just saw me striking someone and decided I was a problem that needed to be managed!”
“Y/n—”
“Why do you even care so much about what happened back there? Huh?!” you yelled, your chest heaving as you glared up at him.
“Why?” Neteyam retorted, stepping so close his breath brushed against yours, his demeanor shattering as his tail lashed behind him. “I care because you were sitting there letting him touch your hair, letting him whisper in your ear, and you just smiled right back at him like it was nothing!”
“Atan was just talking to me! Unlike you, who only ever comes around to lecture me like a child!” you screamed back, your hands balling into fists as you refused to take a single step back from his tall frame. “You have no right to dictate who I sit with, Neteyam, you do not own me!”
“Really?” Neteyam let out a bitter laugh. “He stood there and did nothing while someone tried to tear you down.”
“And what were you doing, Neteyam?” you shot back, shoving a hand against his chest. “You only stepped in to stop me, not her. you saw a girl who had to be restrained, so don’t stand there pretending you’re any better than him!”
“I’m better than him because I care about you!” he shouted, making you hiss. “Then why are you acting like this, Neteyam?!”
“I’m jealous of him!”
You froze, your brows pulling together as his words settled over you. “Jealous?” you repeated in disbelief. “Why in Eywa’s name would you be jealous of him?”
“Because I love you!”
“And I love you too!” The words escaped before you could stop them, torn straight from your chest. Your eyes widened the moment they left your lips, your breath catching as the silence between you became deafening.
His mouth was left agaped as he stared down at you, his eyes dropping to track the movement of your lips as he couldnt quite process the sound. He couldn’t utter a single word after hearing the exact phrase that had just slipped from your mouth, a faint “Huh.” escaping his throat.
“I don’t know why you’re so worked up right now, Neteyam,” you snapped, your brows knitting together as you jabbed a finger against his chest. “You’re making my blood boil. You know exactly what happened between us at our spot. If that wasn’t enough to tell you how I really feel, then I don’t know what ever will.”
His lips parted, ready to answer, but no words came. He swallowed hard, his chest rising like his own heartbeat had lodged itself in his throat. You let out a shaky breath and looked aside. “Leave. I suggest you leave now... before I say something I cannot take back.”
“Say it again.”
“I said leave!” You shoved at his chest, forcing him back a step. Before you could pull away, his hand closed around your forearm, stopping you in place as his eyes searched for yours.
“Say that you love me,” he whispered. “Again.”
Your jaw fell open, your eyes widening in disbelief at his request. “Are you serious?” you snapped. “Don’t be so ridiculous. I’ve never been more furious with you.”
“Im completely serious,” he begged, his grip on your forearm sliding down until his fingers slid into the spaces between yours, locking your hands together. He stepped back into your space, biting his lips and gulping under the gaze of you. “I need to hear them from your lips.”
“I’m not saying anything to you while you’re acting like a stubborn man,” you hissed, your tail whipping behind you as you tried to yank your hand back from his tight grasp.
Your heart was beating so loud that you were sure he could hear it, the shift from a heated argument to this intense closeness making your head spin as a deep indigo blush crept up your neck.
Neteyam didn’t move, using his free hand to gently cup the side of your face, his thumb resting right over your cheekbone to lessen the tension bleeding out of you. “I’m sorry. I’m acting this way because I’ve been losing my mind for weeks without you… Just say it, please?”
Your jaw tightened as you looked up at him, your earlier facade crumbling under the weight of his vulnerability. You saw the slight quiver of his ears, the way his chest rumbled, and you realized that the future leader of the Omatikaya was trembling right in front of you over a handful of words.
“I… love you,” you said, the words spilling out in an exasperated breath. You didn’t look away from his gaze. “I love you, skxawng. I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Is that enough for your massive ego? Do you need me to shout it to the forest?”
A beautiful laugh broke from his throat, all the tension leaving his broad shoulders. You let out a chuckle at how silly he looked, you bit your lower lip, heart soaring at the sight of him smiling so widely just for you.
“Will you really do that?” he teased, eyes shining with affection as he nudged your shoulder with his palm.
“Oh, I will!” You turned toward the thick brush and cupped your hands around your mouth, shouting into the valley at the top of your lungs. “I love you, Neteyam! Everyone, I’m in love with this annoying man beside me, and I want him all for myself—”
Before you could finish your wild confession, his large hands slid down to grip your waist. You let out a surprised gasp as his lips captured yours, swallowing your laughter in a deep kiss. Your fingers found his neck, holding on as he lifted you off your feet and pulled you flush against his warm chest.
He spun you around under the glowing trees, both of your tails tangling together in a spiral as laughter bubbled between your lips. You finally pulled away from the kiss, gasping for air as you slapped his shoulder. “Put me down, skxawng!”
You found yourself smiling far more often after that, the heaviness that had clung to your heart over the past few weeks finally lifting. There was no more taking the longer paths around the village or pretending not to notice him whenever your eyes met.
The girls in your circle noticed the change, nudging your shoulders whenever you caught yourself smiling for no reason or staring blankly at the loom with flushed cheeks.
The evenings became your favorite part of the day again. Whenever you sat together during communal meals, his tail would find yours beneath the grass, curling around it while he casually told you about the day’s patrols, difficult hunts, or whatever dumb thing one of the younger warriors had done.
Even your spot felt different now. You still draped your legs across his lap while rambling about the latest village gossip, but now his hand would settle naturally against your hip, his thumb stroking slow circles as he listened to every word you had to say.
Making out was often all you could do together now, neither of you ever feeling like you had enough of each other’s lips, or enough of the addictive way your bare skins pressed so hungrily against one another.
He would pin you against the cool stone, his mouth ghosting from your lip down to the sensitive skin of your neck just to hear the sounds you made. Your voice had become music to his ears, a melody that drove him crazy and made his discipline disintegrate whenever you whispered his name against his skin.
It had gotten to the point where the two of you, especially Neteyam, would wake up craving each other after dreaming of what more could be.
The erotic dreams would leave his skin hot and sweating, his loincloth straining against the heavy ache of his desire, while his heart drummed tightly in his chest within the quiet of his family’s hut. His mind was completely consumed by the vivid memory of your hands sliding across his chest, fueling a desperate need to finally bridge the gap between you.
The boundary of only humping dry was beginning to feel like a sweet torture, and every morning he opened his eyes, the hunger in his blood only demanded more of your bare skin. He could still feel the way your body had moved against his, the way you had moaned his name, and it made his cock throb every single time.
Neteyam sat up in his hammock, breathing hard as he ran a hand through his braids. He looked around to make sure no one in his family was awake before slipping out quietly. The forest was still dark, but he knew exactly where he was going.
He needed to see you.
He moved through the trees until he reached your home, he hesitated for a moment outside, ears twitching as he listened for any sound, before he slipped inside and found you sleeping.
You stirred when he knelt beside your hammock, eyes fluttering open. “’teyam?” you whispered, voice sleepy. He leaned down and kissed you softly. “Sorry. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I needed to see you.”
You sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes before clasping his face with your palms. “It’s late, baby...”
Neteyam climbed into the hammock with you, pulling you into his arms. “I missed you. I keep dreaming about you. About us.”
You blushed, hiding your face against his chest. “You shouldn’t be here. If my parents find out…” You bite your lip before turning your head to see your parents wrapped in each other in their own hammock, exhausted from the expedition.
Neteyam held you tighter against his chest, his lips pressing a kiss onto the top of your head. “I know. But I cannot stay away, not when I want you this badly.”
Before you could answer, his large hand closed over yours, guiding your palm down the center of his stomach until your fingers rested directly against the throbbing hardness straining against his loincloth.
A blush rushed to your cheeks as your eyes drifted down. There he was, hard and straining against the fabric, and right over his heat was the very token you had painstakingly hand-sewn with your own fingers just a week ago. Knowing your handmade gift was framing his arousal made you rub your thighs.
Your nose scrunched in fluster as you licked your dry lips, the heat and thickness of him burning right through the fabric into your palm. Your fingers curled, giving a squeeze around the rigid length of him.
Neteyam’s breath caught in his throat, a moan escaping his lips as his grip on your waist tightened so hard his fingernails dug into your hip.
His hands slid down your skin, squeezing your ass. You whimpered softly, pressing closer to him and hiding your face in his neck. “Neteyam… what if they wake up?” He lifted your head to kiss your lips sloppily. You tried to hide your moans, nervous because your parents had high-hearing ears. “Let’s play the quiet game then?”
“Are you sure? I don’t think I can be quiet…” you murmured, looking up at him as you took his hand and placed it directly over your top.
Neteyam leaned down, pressing a peck over your breast before sliding his lips up to lick the sensitive skin of your neck, making you whimper. His boner grew even harder against your thigh at the thought of you losing control, unable to handle your own noises out here.
“Only if you want to, ofcourse…”
You whimpered, nodding against his chest. You laid on your back, putting your leg on his lap as you opened your legs wide, guiding his hand below as you kissed his lips. His fingers cupped your pussy, letting the loincloth press against your wetness as his fingers slid up and down to make you even wetter than you already were.
You opened your legs wider, rolling your hips slowly against his fingers as he teased both your core and tits. You pressed your lips into a straight line to keep from making sounds. You looked down to watch his fingers moving in circles on the fabric you were wearing.
Neteyam leaned his head to your hair, pressing a kiss before he dove into your ear, sucking on your earlobe since it had always been your sensitive spot. He skimmed his tongue down to your collarbone, grinning when he felt your fingers scratching on his biceps as he fastened the pace of his fingers.
He slipped under your loincloth, rubbing your cunt slowly. “So wet already,” he whispered. “Who’s this for?” You moaned quietly, hips rolling against his hand. “For you…”
Neteyam pushed two fingers inside you, curling them perfectly. “That’s my good girl. So tight around my fingers.” You bit your lip to stay quiet, thighs shaking. “Neteyam… feels so good.”
He kept fingering you, thumb rubbing your clit while he kissed your neck. “I want to make you cum, baby. Want to hear those pretty sounds.”
“Please… go on.”
He didn’t stop just then, he kept moving his fingers faster, whispering praises against your skin. “So beautiful… and needy.”
You were gasping for air as you neared your orgasm, lips drawing blood as you tried to contain your noises. You were afraid your parents might wake up at any moment and see your legs spread wide for the most respected warrior of the clan who kept fingering you.
“You like this? The thought of your parents hearing your noises and the wetness of your little cunt? It’s so wet, baby. I can hear it all the way,” he whispered.
You gulped, hiding your face in his neck before biting his skin to muffle your moans. Your nails dug into his biceps as he quickened then slowed his pace to tease your release.
“Fuck… ’teyam. C’mon, I’ll kick you here,” you whimpered. He chuckled and let you cum with a muffled moan against his skin. You clenched around his fingers as your body trembled. Neteyam kept moving his fingers through your orgasm before pulling them out.
He lifted your head from his neck and let you lick your release from his fingers. You were still shaking as you weakly wrapped your hands around his wrist to hold his hand in place. You licked your own cum off his fingers hungrily.
Neteyam groaned deep in his chest at the sight of you licking your own cum from his fingers. He pulled his fingers away with a hint of jealousy before holding your jaw to pull you into a wet kiss, letting him taste the blood. He pushed his tongue in to dance with yours, tasting your cum on your tongue that had been on his fingers.
His hands moved to your legs, turning you to face him and wrapping your leg around his waist. He pressed his clothes cock against your thighs. He held his cock, lifting his loincloth before rubbing the tip against your cunt.
He was teasing your entrance with slow thrusts but not letting it go inside your hole just yet. You were humming against his lips in the kiss, pulling tight on his braid as you rolled your hips in circles against his tip. He let the tip slip in for a second to tease you, making you squeak before he pulled it out again.
You pulled away from the kiss and bit his lower lip to scowl at him, sending him a glare. He licked his lip before stealing another peck from your lips. He looked down, rubbing his sensitive tip that felt like it was about to explode if it didn’t enter your pussy and feel your tight walls around it.
“Turn around for me, baby.”
You nodded and turned on the hammock. You felt him press a kiss to your shoulder before he groaned when you rubbed your ass against his pulsing cock.
Neteyam’s hands gripped your hips tightly as he pulled your lower body against his. He was breathing next to your ear, wanting more of you.
You could feel every inch of his length as he began to slide his cock between your inner thighs, using the tightness of your skin to pleasure himself. The movement forced his hardness to slide right against your swollen pussy with every push, making you open your mouth to let out small gasps as you felt the thickness of his size.
You whimpered, pushing back against him. “Neteyam… please…” He groaned, rubbing his cock along your wet folds without pushing inside. “I hear you. Let me do this first…”
He kept grinding against you, tip brushing your entrance over and over. Both of you were whimpering to each other, bodies moving together in desperation. The risk of your parents waking up only made everything feel more captivating.
Neteyam whispered against your ear. “You feel so good, Y/n. So wet for me…”
You moaned softly, pushing back harder against him. “I want you inside me…” Neteyam groaned but kept teasing, not giving in yet. “Let me prepare your body first, okay?”
He whispered against your ear before taking hold of your thigh, lifting it up so he could thrust against your pussy. He shifted so his cock could rub your clit, making you fold your knees and hold them as you watched his cock sliding against your cunt, letting him hold it again while you push your top to tease your nipples.
You turned your head to pull him into a kiss, then pulled away again to watch how he was thrusting against your skin. It was just like in the forest and the days before this, but now it was bare.
Before, you two couldn’t then get enough of each other, so you ended up fucking through your loincloths.
Now there was nothing between you.
Neteyam leaned down to capture your nipple with his lips, moving his tongue to wet it, making you arch your back as the feeling of his cock and mouth on your body made you even more aroused.
He returned to your neck, whispering in your ear. “I’m going to put it in now, baby… you want that?” You nodded frantically, begging him. “Yes… please, ’t-teyam. I need you inside me.”
He pushed the tip of his cock against your entrance, rubbing it up and down your wet folds. You whimpered, trying to stay quiet because your parents were sleeping just a few meters away.
Neteyam whimpered, still teasing your entrance. “Fuck… you’re soo wet...” You rolled your hips, trying to get him to push inside. “Please… I cannot wait anymore. Fuck me, Neteyam.”
He finally pushed the head of his cock inside you slowly, stretching you open. You gasped, biting your lip hard to keep from moaning too loudly. Neteyam stayed still for a moment, breathing hard against your neck. “Oh, that’s good… you’re so tight.”
You forced your palm flat over your mouth to smother your moans, your hips trembling as you tried to adjust to his size. “Move… please,” you whimpered against your own skin.
He began thrusting into you, pacing his movements to keep the friction from growing too loud. The mesh of the hammock swayed heavily with the momentum of his weight, causing the tight rope binding to creak against the bamboo post.
The sudden noise made you both instantly freeze in place, your breath catching in your throat as you strained your ears to listen if your parents had stirred awake.
As you lay there paralyzed with fear, the panic made your swollen pussy clench tightly around his cock, forcing a moan to catch deep in Neteyam’s throat.
He kept moving, slow and deep, whispering in your ear. “You’re so perfect, y/n. You’re hugigng me tight…” You moaned quietly. “Harder… but be quiet, damn it…”
He thrust a little faster, still trying to stay silent. You could feel every inch of him inside you, stretching you perfectly. Neteyam groaned softly, burying his face in your neck. “I… fuck… y/n.”
You rolled your hips to meet his thrusts, both of you moving together clumsily. The hammock swayed with your movements. You bit your lip hard, trying not to moan too loudly. “Neteyam, it’s so... Don’t stop.”
He kept thrusting, one hand on your hip while the other braced against the hammock. “Don’t clench too hard—” You whimpered, clenching around him harder. “Faster… please. I need more.”
Neteyam sped up, still careful not to wake your parents. You were both attempting to hide the gasps, trying to stay quiet while chasing pleasure. “You feel so good, Y/n. I could stay inside you forever.”
You moaned softly, pulling him closer by his hips. “I want you deeper… please, Neteyam.” He thrust harder, lifting your leg to the air, hitting that perfect spot inside you. Both of you were lost in each other, and it was overwhelming.
You couldn’t contain the pleasure, your hand dropping flat onto the floor to balance yourself as you used the leverage to thrust your hips straight back against his length. Your other hand remained clamped over your mouth, hiding the moans tearing from your throat.
Neteyam chuckled, pulling you back onto the hammock and sliding out of your wet cunt, making you let out a whine at the abrupt loss of his cock. Before you could complain, he sank down onto his knees on the floor, burying his face between your thighs and wrapping his lips around your throbbing clit to make you gasp.
You hooked one leg securely over his broad shoulder while the other braced against the floor, gripping the tight ropes of the hammock as you rode his face. His tongue flicked over your sensitive core, driving you wild with the waves of heat pooling in your body.
In a haze of desperation, you locked your fingers into his hair and pushed his head deeper into your pussy, suffocating him against your soaking heat, but he didn’t care an inch, for he would gladly die right there in your cunt.
“G-Gonna comee…” you mumbled, throwing your head back to surrender to his touch, but he suddenly pulled away from your clit, pressing a teasing parting peck right over the peak that made you scoff.
“This… fuck,” you breathed out as he pulled you to your feet, swapping places with you so that his tall frame now occupied the center of the hammock. You stepped over him, holding his jaw to press your lips against his as his large palms cupped your breasts, his thumbs sliding beneath your accessories to pinch and roll your sensitive tips.
You sighed into the kiss, dragging your body against his, your knees curling up while your fingernails dug into the muscles of his shoulders and neck. He squeezed your ass before slapping it, your torso against him as he tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his fangs grazing your lower lip.
Pulling away to catch your breath, you turned your back to him and ground your ass right against his face, making him swallow hard at the blatant invitation. His hands brushed over your hips, grasping the skin before pulling your cheeks wide to drink in the sight of your dripping pussy.
He leaned in and dragged his hot tongue over your entrance, making your thighs shake as you reached back to grip his thick braids for support. You widened your stance to give him more access, rolling your hips in tight circles against his mouth to gather every ounce of friction his tongue could offer.
You clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a scream, looking over your shoulder to watch him devour your wetness in the dim light of the kelku.
You were unable to stay still, so you spun back around and lifted one leg, pushing his head down. He leaned down as his mouth found your clit once again, driving you right over the edge. “Oh… fuck… I love that, Neteyam,” you muttered, your toes curling at the pleasure of his tongue on your pussy.
He looked up at you while licking, “Mhm? I love this too… it tastes so good. You taste delicious.” He spoke while sucking your pussy, making you feel the vibration of his voice right on your folds. You opened your mouth to let out your breaths as you watched him lick your wetness.
You reached blindly behind your back to grab your own queue, watching its tendrils at the tip light up, glowing with a hunger for a connection. Your body knew exactly what it wanted, who it wanted, and why.
Your fingers sank into Neteyam’s hair, caressing his head as his mouth remained buried between your thighs. He let out a whimper against your wet skin when your hands slipped down to enclose around his kuru, letting it rest over his shoulder now. The contrast of your touch made him look up, his eyes dark with blown-out pupils.
Grasping his jaw, you squeezed his cheeks, lifting your thighs away from his face just enough to lean down and catch his lips in a soaking kiss.
You moaned aloud as his large hands gripped your ass, lifting your leg high over his shoulder once more to expose you completely. He broke the kiss, peppering a messy smooch along the corners of your mouth before diving back down.
Your breath was cut as his tongue swept over your throbbing clit, his gaze locked onto the sight of his own saliva slicking your slippery skin while his fingers parted your lips wide.
Tritxo wasn’t lying; Neteyam really did have a hunger running through his blood. You could feel it in the press of his hands and the way his eyes devoured you.
You gasped when he practically made out with your clit, flicking his tongue on it and making you shake, unable to hold your weight properly.
He noticed this and leaned back, rubbing his fingers on your cunt before he laid on the hammock, patting his thighs.
You bit your lip before climbing back into your sleeping hammock, straddling his legs. You leaned in seductively, smirking in the kiss as you opened one eye to find his cock, making him almost close his legs together at the touch. He whimpered when you held his cock and teased the tip on your entrance.
You pulled away from the kiss before sitting up straight to guide his cock throbbing for your pussy once again. At last, you hissed as you slid down easily on his cock, you began thrusting down on his size to chase your release since you hadn’t cum yet after the long session.
Neteyam watched you fuck yourself stupid on his cock. He lifted his head to glance at your parents who were still sleeping soundly before his lust-filled eyes returned to you. You dropped your hands on his chest as he leaned up to capture your lips.
“Look,” His hand went to your skin just above your pussy. “You see this? I can feel myself right through your skin,” he smiled at your shy expression as you looked down at your belly, slowing your thrusts to see the faint bump on your stomach from his cock inside you.
You grinned before speeding up your pace on him. You lifted his hand to your breasts, holding it tight against your skin while his other hand went to your hair and tucked it behind your ears. He leaned in to peck your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, and your collarbone, avoiding your lips.
You left your neck open for access as you looked up at the ceiling of your hut, jumping up and down on his cock. You felt his mouth clamp on your neck, licking your skin as you held him there. His mouth moved to your nipples again while his hands found your ass and squeezed it tight.
You placed your hand over his queue where it rested on his shoulder before grabbing your own, tilting his head up. When he gave you a nod of approval, you both slowed the thrusts of your hips. You watched, mesmerized, as the glowing tendrils of your braid flashed, reaching out to twist and wrap tightly around one another, locking you together.
Neteyam let out a broken sigh at the impact of the bond. It wasn’t just the tight, pulsing heat of your walls squeezing his cock anymore, now, your unadulterated pleasure was flooding into his nervous system through the connection.
Just as Meya had told you, everything became beautifully clear the exact second you were connected. You could feel th racing jump of his heartbeat as if it were your own. You could hear his raw thoughts, and the dizzying realization of just how deeply in love with you he was.
It was a rush, two souls walking in the very same body. Your chest tightened, your heart skipping a lot of beat at the weight of what this meant: you were now bound to this person for the rest of your life.
And it was Neteyam.
You licked your lips before pulling him away from your neck and resting your head on his collarbone, delivering lazy thrusts on his cock.
Neteyam felt your tiredness through the bond and laid back down again, moving his legs so he could thrust up into your pussy. He held your back and hair as he began thrusting up into you, the new angle making you wrap your arms around his neck as you let him take control.
You moaned right next to his ear, moaning as fast as his thrusts. Your pussy clenched down on his cock as you pulled his jaw down for a kiss.
A synchronized gasp tore from both of your throats as a blinding shockwave of pure pleasure detonated through the bond. The sensation struck like liquid lightning, shooting straight up your spines and blinding your vision into a haze of bioluminescent light.
Your bodies locked up in unison, the neural feedback loop amplifying your shared ecstasy until it was almost too much to bear. Neteyam buried his face into the crook of your neck with a groan, his fingers digging into your hips.
Sooner, you didn’t get the chance to warn him but he knew you were close because you couldn’t stop clenching around his cock.
You came around him so he slowed his thrusts, not wanting to overstimulate you, but still chasing his own release. Neteyam kept moving inside you, breathing hard against your neck. “You feel so good, baby. You get so tight when you cum.”
He then came inside your pussy from your desperate clenching, his heavy release filling your tight walls as his body shuddered with the force of his orgasm.
“Shit, Neteyam…” you breathed out, leaning back to admire his features, his bioluminescent dots flaring a light, indigo from the recent pleasure his body had just released.
You pressed grateful kisses over his cheeks before leaning your head down against his shoulder, your fingers stroking shapes over the skin of his chest.
You bit your lower lip to stop yourself from smiling, a sudden wave of heat rushing to your face as you grew conscious of the situation. You had actually just mated with him, had sex, got your cunt eaten out while your parents were sleeping just nearby, and to make your head spin even faster, his cock was still buried deep inside you, pulsating along your throbbing walls.
Neteyam caught the tail end of your thoughts through the bond. He bit his lip, a smile breaking through his shock as he reached up to pat your back, pulling you close.
He couldn’t believe it either.
He knew he lacked experience in these things, but he was far from clueless. A spike of irritation flared in his chest, not at you, but at himself. He couldn’t believe his brain had short-circuited so bad that he had ended up mating with you here, in such an unromantic place, instead of giving you the proper ritual you deserved.
You grinned at his thoughts and leaned up to press a tender kiss against his cheek. Your lips lingered against his warm skin for a long moment, comforting him before you slowly pulled back.
You swallowed hard as your eyes locked onto his. The intensity in his gaze was magnetic, holding you so much that it felt like you couldn’t tear yourself away even if you tried.
Neteyam’s gaze drifted down from your eyes to your lips, staying there for a second before rising back up. In the golden depths of his eyes, you could see a faint, desperate flicker of hope, mirrored by the rapid burst of his heart.
Magnetically drawn together, you both began to lean in, closing the distance in a slow motion. It was intimate. In that second before your lips finally met, everything about Neteyam, the warmth radiating off his skin, the gentle slack of his jaw, the affection in his eyes, felt like the very definition of love.
You both pulled away before chuckling, his chest rumbling with a satisfied sound. “That was… I’m speechless, my love,” he whispered, covering his eyes with his forearm in disbelief as his other arm wrapped around your waist, cradling your head securely against his chest.
You laughed along with him, leaning back once more to look up at his face. “Do you think… they heard us?”
Neteyam moved his arm from his face, a wicked smirk spreading across his lips as he shook his head. “I’m sure they did, baby. You weren’t exactly quiet, just like you said you wouldn’t be able to be quiet.”
You pouted your lip, letting out a hiss at his teasing. “You were louder,” you retorted, and to put him in his place, you clenched the tight walls of your pussy around his buried cock.
The sudden squeeze made Neteyam utter a startled whimper, a gasp escaping his throat before he covered his mouth with his hand, his golden eyes widening in shock at how loud he had just been.
You giggled at his panicked expression, pulling his hand away from his lips so you could lean up and kiss him. He kissed you back, the pace slowing down into a deep, tender embrace that was overflowing with the romance between two best friends who had finally become everything more.
Pulling back, Neteyam rested his forehead against yours, a smile tugging at his lips. “...I have to tell my baby brother that my biggest advice will be to ruin the friendship.”
You giggled, shaking your head as his large hand came up to cup your jaw. He gently pulled you back in for another kiss before you murmured against his lips,
hope you guys like this..please give me requests I’m having big writers block😔
Warnings: None! Just neteyam being stupidly head over heals for you
“Neteyam..NETEYAM!” Jake sully screams in his son’s face to get attention. “What has gotten into you..” Jake trails off as he proceeds to follow Neteyams distracted line of vision.
“I feel shells would be perfect for the head piece!” you proceed to tell tsireya for the celebration of the tulkun returning.
Neteyam, still distracted not realizing he’s speaking to his literal FATHER, “isn’t she gorgeous..?”. Jake raises an eyebrow “she’s what’s distracting you huh?”
“Yeah…wait- NO- I’m so sorry sir I promise I’m focused” He scrambles to get himself together, “I didn’t mean to be disrespectful, she was just- I was just-” “Neteyam.” Jake cuts him off before he continues to ramble, “Go get the girl.”
“Wait- wait really?” Neteyam looks at his dad skeptically. “Go Neteyam before I change my mind” Jake pushes his son away and into your line of view.
Seeing Neteyam, you fix yourself up, your hair in a freshly done style and wearing new clothes. All done in hopes of seeing him today. “Neteyam!” You begin to run up to him, wrapping your arms around his neck, giving him a huge hug with a kiss on the cheek.
“Hello Ma yawne, you look absolutely stunning…new hairstyle?” He takes a deep look, touching one of your curls.
“Yes it is for tonight! I will be dancing..I do hope to see you there hm?” You look up at him with your teal eyes, tracing his dark blue stripes absentmindedly.
“I would not miss it for the world ma yawne” Neteyam takes your face holding it like it’s his entire world as he leans in to passionately kiss you.
As you both come up for breath you chuckle, “Aren’t you supposed to be sparring, mighty warrior?” You kiss him once more before pushing him in the same direction he came.
“Go ma’ Teyam, you must practice!” you say to him laughing at his pouting face. “Alright alright I must go…but one more kiss.”
He then pulls you into a deep kiss, breathing you in like you are the air that enters his lungs every day. Holding you like you could slip away any moment.
“I must go now ma yawne. I see you.” Neteyam puts his forehead against yours. “I see you ma teyam”
Neteyam walks off, unexpectedly Jake still sitting there as he seen the entire scene happen.
“One question…who taught you how to kiss like that huh?” Jake grabs Neteyam as he ruffles his head, messing up his hair “Dad!” Neteyam flushes.
Proverbs 4:23 - Guard your heart above all else, for it determines the course of your life
The wrong thing is not the fact that you write a story with an oc, no, that's not the real problem, really.
IT'S JUST THE FACT THAT YOU USE THE WRONG TAG SO YOU HOPE MORE PEOPLE READ YOUR STORY. BUT BELIEVE ME IT'S JUST FUCKING ANNOYING 'CAUSE WE AREN'T ABLE TO FIND THE RIGHT FICS IF YOU KEEP DOING THIS!!!
There are people who like to read more stories with ocs than reader inserts, so use the fucking right tag go reach that community and stop spamming your stories among ours.
I don't think you get it but, you know, the purpose of fanfics with reader insert is to make the reader imagine her/himself as the mc of the story. The best part of these fics is the fact that EVERYONE can be included in them.
SO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU HAVE TO RUIN THEM BY MAKING THE MC A PERSON THAT LOOKS COMPLETELY DIFFERENT FROM THE READER AND EVEN HAS A NAME THAT IS NOT THEIRS?
Not to be dramatic but i hate y'all.
And the fact that it's always the same fandoms and we all know who we're talking about...
Why are you not re-blogging? You think the fandom is dead, that no one’s interacting anymore, no one’s doing anything, no one’s writing, no one’s posting. ‘Everyone was so hyperfixed on that character, Where is the writing?’
People are writing. People aren’t reblogging. People aren’t giving some good feedback to motivate the writers that are putting their hard work, time, effort into making this piece that you were reading.
‘oh, it’s just too much work. You don’t wanna click that button and then click a few tags.’ Then you’re gonna have to suffer and not see a lot of writing from a lot of people because the only way this fucking app works is if you reblog.
I see so many pieces of work with 59 likes and 1 blog, I just saw one that had 690 likes and it had 9 reblogs. Even 1,000 likes and only 59 reblogs too. It’s devastating to see for the community of Tumblr. And I’ve been here for like five years, the way this app works is if you re-blog.
There’s so many people that are writing. There’s so many amazing things that I see and I try my best to reblog every single one that I read. That’s what I love doing because sharing someone’s piece of work is just beautiful because it allows me to show it to more people.
I reblog. And the beauty of it is;
I get notifications that this person liked it and this person liked it, and then that post continues to get more views, more likes and reblogs. All just because one person, reblogged it.
so please, if you are a part of Tumblr and you love reading your favorite writers fics, or love reading about your favorite character, please do your job and reblog it.
And if you don’t like re-blogging because you don’t want to do that on your account, then you can make another account and put all of the things that you read on that account. You can do separate things, like fic recs.
You can figure it the fuck out if you want people to actually be writing for a character you love. The writers are writing, you ain’t helping them share their work.
if you can can we get a mean ao’nung x quiet fem reader where he returns from a hunting party and sees another metkayina boy trying to flirt with you (hes had a secret crush on you forever) and gets in between and drags you to his marui where he confesses his feelings and shows how badly hes wanted her (breeding kink, choking, multiple orgasms etc)
I love your writing please add anything else that you possibly can you’re precious and amazing muah 🤍
⤷ mean!ao’nung x fem!quiet!metkayina!reader
- an: thank you for this request and i appreciate your kind words thank youuu!!! also apologies for how long this took to write, i’ve had it in my drafts for a while, practically complete but never posted it for some reason. i hope you enjoy!! :)
- cw: not proof read, lower caps intended, aged up!ao’nung, smut, p in v, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, fingering, brief cum eating, dirty talk, jealousy, possessiveness, praise, slight orgasm denial, multiple positions, slight choking, overstimulation, creampie, let me know if i’ve missed anything out!
- wc: 9.2k
- summary: after a week away consumed by thoughts of you, a quiet village girl, ao'nung returns from his hunting trip to find another warrior flirting with you. consumed by jealously, he drags you to his marui and finally acts on his months-long obsession.
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the first day.
the hunting party departed at dawn, their ilus cutting through the crystalline waters as they headed toward the deeper territories where the larger game dwelled. ao'nung sat astride his mount with practiced ease, his broad shoulders tense despite the familiar rhythm of the journey. he should have felt the usual anticipation. the thrill of the hunt, the camaraderie of his fellow warriors. instead, all he felt was a gnawing irritation that settled in his chest like a stone.
he'd seen you that morning, standing near the edge of the village as the hunting party prepared to leave. you hadn't approached. you never did, too quiet and reserved to push yourself into the crowd of well-wishers and families saying their goodbyes. but he'd caught you watching him, those luminous eyes tracking his movements before you looked away, a slight flush darkening your cheeks.
that brief moment had been enough to make his body tighten with want, a hunger that had nothing to do with the hunt ahead.
"ao'nung!" rotxo called out, pulling alongside him. "we should make good time if the weather holds. maybe we'll be back in five days instead of seven."
"maybe," ao'nung grunted, his tone clipped. five days, seven days. it was all too long. he urged his ilu forward, leaving rotxo behind without another word.
the other hunter exchanged a confused glance with each other, but said nothing. ao'nung's moods were legendary, after all.
the sun climbed higher and the village disappeared behind them, ao'nung's thoughts kept drifting back. he thought of the way you moved through the water, graceful and fluid like you were born of the ocean itself. the way your hair clung to your shoulders when you surfaced. the soft curve of your lips, which he'd spent far too many nights imagining pressed against his skin.
he shifted uncomfortably on his ilu, willing his body to calm. this was going to be a long week.
by the third day, ao'nung's mood had deteriorated from merely irritable to outright hostile.
"watch where you're throwing that spear!" he snarled at koro, who had just successfully brought down a medium-sized fish. "you nearly took my head off."
"i was nowhere near you," koro protested, bewildered. "i was at least ten feet to your left-"
"just be more careful," ao'nung snapped, turning away and diving back beneath the surface before anyone could respond.
underwater, he closed his eyes for a moment, trying to center himself. but even here, in the cool embrace of the ocean, he couldn't escape thoughts of you. he imagined you swimming beside him, your body sleek and strong. he thought about catching you around the waist, pulling you close, finally closing the distance he'd maintained for so long because he didn't know how to be anything other than rough and abrasive.
you were so different from him. soft-spoken where he was loud, gentle where he was harsh. you observed while he commanded. and eywa help him, he wanted you with an intensity that was starting to consume him.
at night, lying in his hammock strung between the trees of a small island where they'd made camp, it was even worse. the other hunters talked and laughed around the fire, but ao'nung remained apart, staring up at the stars and thinking about what you might be doing. were you thinking of him? did you lie awake at night, or did you sleep peacefully, untroubled by the kind of burning desire that was currently making his life miserable?
he imagined going to you when he returned, finally bridging that careful distance. he imagined the surprise in you eyes, the way your breath might catch. he imagined touching you, tasting you, hearing what sounds you might make when he-
"ao'nung, you want some fish?" rotxo called out.
"no," he growled, more harshly than necessary.
rotxo held up his hands in surrender. "alright, alright. just trying to make sure you eat."
ao'nung turned over in his hammock, presenting his back to the group. his body was tight with frustration, his mind refusing to grant him any peace. four more days. four more days of this torture.
day five rolled around.
"what is your problem?" koro finally demanded on the fifth day, after ao'nung had criticised his diving technique, his spear grip, and his choice of hunting grounds all within the span of an hour.
"my problem," ao'nung said, his voice dangerously low, "is that you're hunting like a child who just earned his first spear. we're supposed to be bringing back enough game to feed the clan, not playing in the shallows."
"we've caught plenty," another hunter, ateyo, interjected carefully. "we're actually ahead of schedule-"
"then we should catch more," ao'nung cut him off. "or are you all content with mediocrity?"
the hunters exchanged glances, a mixture of confusion and frustration evident on their faces. ao'nung was always demanding, always pushing for excellence, but this was different. this was personal somehow, though none of them could understand why.
what they didn't know, what they couldn't know, was that ao'nung was barely holding himself together. every day away from the village, away from you, felt like a physical ache. he’d been wanting you for months now, this quiet girl who'd somehow slipped past all his defenses without even trying. you didn't fawn over him like some of the other women. you didn't seek his attention or try to impress him. you simply existed in your own gentle way, and it drove him absolutely mad.
he wanted to know what you thought about, what made you smile, what you looked like when you came apart in someone's arms. he wanted to be the one to find out, to be the one you trusted with that vulnerability.
but he was ao'nung. rough, arrogant, sharp-tongued. what would someone like you want with someone like him?
the thought made him even more irritable, and he took it out on the next hunter who dared to speak to him.
that night, he couldn't sleep at all. he lay in his hammock, his body thrumming with pent-up energy and desire. he thought about you constantly now. it was like a sickness. he imagined the softness of your skin, wondered if you’d gasp or sigh when he touched you. he thought about kissing you slowly, taking his time despite the urgency burning through him, because someone like you deserved to be savored.
he thought about other things too, darker and more explicit things that made his body respond with uncomfortable intensity. the way you might look beneath him, eyes wide and lips parted. the sounds you might make. the feel of your body welcoming his.
he groaned quietly, running a hand over his face. two more days. just two more days, and he could go back. maybe he'd finally work up the courage to approach you properly, to stop watching you from a distance like some kind of coward.
by the seventh day. the final day. even rotxo, usually the most patient of his friends, was avoiding him.
"we're heading back today," ateyo announced, as if ao'nung wasn't already acutely aware of every passing hour. "should reach the village by evening."
"then stop talking and start moving," ao'nung snapped, already mounted on his ilu.
the journey back felt interminable despite his ilu's swift pace. ao'nung pushed ahead of the group, earning more confused looks, but he didn't care. he needed to get back. this week had been absolute torture, and every moment away had only intensified the want that had been building for months.
he'd been patient. he'd kept his distance, told himself he was being respectful by not pursuing you when you seemed so content in your quiet solitude. but this week had broken something in him. the forced separation had made him realise that he couldn't keep doing this. couldn't keep wanting you from afar, couldn't keep pretending that this hunger would eventually fade.
as the familiar waters of home came into view, ao'nung felt his heart rate pick up. would you be there when they arrived? would you look at him with those eyes that seemed to see more than he wanted to reveal?
his body was already responding to just the thought of seeing you again, and he had to force himself to calm down. the other hunters were already whispering about his foul mood all week, he didn't need them noticing anything else.
but as the village grew closer, ao'nung made a decision. he was done waiting. done watching from a distance. done pretending he didn't want you with every fiber of his being.
tonight, he would find you. tonight, he would finally close the distance between them.
and eywa help them both, because once he had you, he wasn't sure he'd ever be able to let go.
the village was alive with activity when the hunting party finally arrived. children ran along the shore, calling out to their fathers and brothers. women gathered at the water's edge, relief and joy evident on their faces. the successful hunt meant full bellies and celebration. the ilus were laden with fish, the nets heavy with the week's catch.
ao'nung barely registered any of it.
his eyes scanned the crowd with singular focus, searching for one face among the many. his jaw was tight, his body coiled with tension that had nothing to do with the long journey home. the other hunters were laughing, embracing their families, but ao'nung moved through them like a predator stalking through tall grass.
where were you?
he pushed past rotxo, ignoring his friend's attempt at conversation. his gaze swept the beach, the gathering areas, the-
there.
his breath caught in his chest, and everything else fell away.
you sat near the edge of the village, in that spot you always favored. partially hidden by the large rocks that jutted from the sand, close enough to observe the community but far enough to remain apart from it. your legs were folded beneath you, your hands working on what looked like a fishing net that needed mending. your hair fell in dark waves down your back, and even from this distance, ao'nung could see the gentle concentration on your face.
beautiful. you were so fucking beautiful it made his chest ache.
but then he saw him.
takoa.
the name rose in ao'nung's mind like bile. takoa, a warrior from one of the other families, decent enough with a spear but too pretty for his own good, with his smooth words and easy smile. and right now, that smile was directed at you.
ao'nung's vision tunneled.
takoa was crouched beside you, far too close, his body angled toward yours in a way that made ao'nung's blood boil. he was talking, gesturing animatedly, and even from here ao'nung could see the calculated charm in every movement.
his feet were moving before he made the conscious decision to walk, carrying him away from the celebration and toward the rocks. each step made his heart pound harder, made the possessive fury in his chest grow hotter.
as he got closer, he could hear takoa's voice.
"...never seen anyone mend nets as skillfully as you," takoa was saying, his tone dripping with false admiration. "you have such delicate hands. so precise."
you didn't look up from your work, fingers continuing their steady rhythm. "it is not difficult," you said softly, your voice barely above a murmur. "anyone can learn."
"ah, but you make it look like art." takoa shifted closer, and ao'nung's hands clenched into fists. "you know, i’ve been meaning to ask you.. there's a gathering tonight, to celebrate the hunting party's return. perhaps you would-"
"she will be busy."
the words came out harder than ao'nung intended, sharp enough to cut. both takoa and you looked up, startled by his sudden appearance.
ao'nung stood over them, his shadow falling across your workspace. he was still in his hunting gear, his skin marked with salt and the evidence of a week at sea, and he knew he probably looked half-wild. he felt half-wild, especially with the way takoa was still sitting so close to you.
"ao'nung," takoa said, his smile faltering slightly. "welcome back. we were just-"
"i can see what you were doing." ao'nung's eyes flicked to where takoa's hand rested on the rock, inches from your thigh. "you should go."
takoa's expression shifted, a flash of irritation crossing his features. "we were having a conversation. i don't think-"
"i don't care what you think." ao'nung took a step closer, and there was no mistaking the threat in his posture now. "i said go."
your eyes had widened, hands stilling on the net. you looked between them, clearly uncomfortable with the sudden tension, but you said nothing. you never did. too quiet, too gentle to insert yourself into conflicts. it was one of the things that drew ao'nung to you, but right now it only made him more furious that you couldn't tell takoa to fuck off yourself.
takoa stood slowly, drawing himself up to his full height. he was tall, but ao'nung was taller, broader, and carried the unmistakable authority of the chief's son. still, takoa's pride made him hesitate.
"this is childish," takoa said, trying to maintain his dignity. "she can speak for herself-"
"can she?" ao'nung's voice dropped to something dangerous. "because from where i was standing, it looked like you were doing all the talking. getting real close. touching her things." his eyes flicked meaningfully to where takoa's fingers had brushed against her net. "did she ask you to sit with her?"
takoa's jaw tightened. "i was being friendly-"
"you were being a pest." ao'nung moved between you both, physically blocking takoa's view of you. "and you're still here, which means you're either stupid or you want me to make you leave. which is it?"
for a moment, takoa looked like he might actually challenge him. his hands flexed at his sides, his pride warring with his common sense. but then he looked at ao'nung's face. really looked. and whatever he saw there made him take a step back.
"fine," takoa bit out. "but you don't own her, ao'nung. she’s not your-"
"get. out. of. my. sight."
the words were barely above a whisper, but they carried enough venom to make takoa flinch. he shot one last look past ao'nung's shoulder, whether at you or just to salvage some dignity, ao'nung didn't know and didn't care, before turning and stalking away.
ao'nung watched him go, his chest heaving with barely controlled rage. the possessive fury was still coursing through him, demanding action, demanding he do something to mark his claim, to make it clear that you were..
his.
the thought crystallised with perfect clarity. you was his. you’ve been his since the first time he'd seen you, sitting alone and content in your solitude. his since the first time you’d looked at him with those knowing eyes. his since every moment he'd spent this past week thinking about you, wanting you, needing you.
only when takoa disappeared around the rocks did ao'nung finally turn.
you were staring up at him, your eyes wide, the net forgotten in your lap. your lips were slightly parted, and he could see the rapid rise and fall of your chest. surprise, yes. but something else too. something that made his blood run even hotter.
"ao'nung," you said softly, and hearing his name in your voice after a week of deprivation nearly broke his control entirely. "you did not have to-"
"yes, i did." he reached down, his hand closing around your wrist. not rough, but firm. unmistakable. "come with me."
"what? where-"
"now."
he pulled you to your feet, and you came without resistance, though your eyes were full of questions. the net tumbled from your lap, forgotten. ao'nung didn't care. he was already moving, his hand sliding from your wrist to your hand, his fingers lacing through yours in a grip that was almost desperate.
he needed to get you alone. needed to get you somewhere private where he could finally, finally, tell you everything that had been building inside him. show you everything he'd been holding back.
his marui. he would take you to his marui.
and then, eywa help them both, he was going to make you understand exactly who you belonged to.
the walk through the village felt endless and far too short all at once.
ao'nung's hand was hot around yours, his grip possessive as he pulled you along the woven pathways. you had to take quick steps to keep up with his longer stride, your heart hammering against your ribs with each passing second.
people noticed. of course they noticed.
tsireya looked up from where she was braiding a child's hair, her eyes widening as she watched her brother drag you past. a group of hunters paused their conversation, their gazes following with obvious curiosity. two elderly women weaving baskets exchanged knowing looks and whispered behind their hands.
you felt heat creep up your neck, spreading across your cheeks. everyone was staring. everyone could see ao'nung, the chief's son, the clan's best warrior, holding your hand like his life depended on it, his jaw set and his eyes fixed straight ahead with singular determination.
"ao'nung," you tried again, your voice barely above a whisper. "what are you doing? people are watching-"
"let them watch." his voice was rough, almost a growl. he didn't slow down. "i don't care."
your stomach flipped. you'd never heard him sound like that. so raw, so intense. ao'nung was always controlled, always composed even when he was being mean to others. but right now, there was something wild in the set of his shoulders, something barely restrained in the way his fingers tightened around yours.
you should have been more concerned about the spectacle you were making. should have been worried about what people would think, what they would say. but instead, all you could focus on was the heat of his palm against yours, the way his thumb kept brushing over your knuckles in an almost unconscious gesture, the broad expanse of his back as he led you forward.
your heart was racing for entirely different reasons now.
you’d noticed ao'nung before. of course you had. it was impossible not to notice him. he was beautiful and strong and carried himself with the confidence of someone who knew exactly what he was worth. but he'd always seemed so far above you, so untouchable. the chief's son, destined for greatness, while you were just.. you. quiet. unremarkable.
and he was mean. you'd seen how he spoke to others, the sharp edge of his tongue, the way he could cut someone down with just a look. you'd always kept your distance, content to admire him from afar where it was safe.
but the way he'd looked at takoa just now.. the barely controlled violence in his voice when he'd told the other boy to leave, that hadn't been the casual cruelty you'd witnessed before. that had been something else entirely.
possessive. territorial.
the thought made your pulse skip.
ao'nung's marui came into view, set slightly apart from the others near the edge of the village. it was larger than most, befitting his status, with intricate weavings decorating the entrance. he pulled you up the walkway without hesitation, finally releasing your hand only to push aside the entrance flap.
"inside," he said, and there was no room for argument in his tone.
you stepped past him into the dim interior, your eyes adjusting to the softer light. you’d never been in ao'nung's marui before. it was neat, organised, with weapons hung carefully on the walls and sleeping mats arranged in the corner. it smelled like him, salt and sea and something distinctly male that made your head spin.
the flap fell closed behind you, and suddenly the space felt much smaller.
you turned to face him, your hands clasped nervously in front of you. "ao'nung, what-"
"do you have any idea," he interrupted, his voice low and dangerous, "what this week has been like for me?"
you blinked, confused. "the hunting trip?"
"yes, the fucking hunting trip." he took a step toward you, and you instinctively took a step back. your shoulders hit the woven wall of the marui. "seven seven. Seven days away from the village. away from you."
your breath caught. "me?"
"you." another step. he was close now, so close you had to tilt your head back to meet his eyes. they were blazing, intense in a way that made your knees weak. "seven days of thinking about you. wondering what you were doing. who you were talking to. who was looking at you."
"i don't understand-"
"i’ve wanted you for months," he said, and the confession hit you like a physical blow. "months of watching you from across the village. months of finding excuses to be near you. months of wanting to touch you, to talk to you, to make you mine."
your lips parted in shock. "you.. what?"
"and then i come back," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, "and the first thing i see is takoa's hands on you. takoa touching what's mine. takoa thinking he has any right to you."
"i'm not-" you started, but the words died in your throat when he braced one hand against the wall beside your head, caging you in.
"you are," he said fiercely. "you’re mine. you’ve always been mine. i just haven’t made you aware of it yet."
your heart was pounding so hard you were sure he could hear it. "ao'nung-"
"tell me you haven't noticed," he demanded, his free hand coming up to cup your jaw, tilting your face up to his. his touch was surprisingly gentle despite the intensity in his voice. "tell me you haven't felt this thing between us. tell me i’m the only one who's been going crazy."
you couldn't. because you had noticed. in the stolen glances, in the way your skin tingled when he was near, in the disappointment you felt when days passed without seeing him. you'd just never imagined he felt the same way.
"i noticed," you whispered, and watched something fierce and triumphant flash in his eyes.
"say it again."
"i noticed you," you said, stronger this time. "i’ve always noticed you."
the sound he made was almost a growl. "eywa, do you know what you do to me?"
he murmured with a groan, his hooded eyes staring into yours.
and then, within a blink, his mouth was on yours.
the kiss was hungry, desperate, like he'd been starving for it. his lips moved against yours with bruising intensity, swallowing the small gasp of surprise you made. one hand stayed cupped around your jaw, holding you exactly where he wanted you, while the other slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him.
you melted into him, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. he was so solid, so warm, and the way he kissed you made your head spin. this wasn't gentle or tentative. this was claiming, possessive, a week's worth of frustration poured into the slide of his mouth against yours.
when his tongue traced the seam of your lips, you opened for him without hesitation. the kiss deepened, turned filthy, and you heard yourself make a sound you'd never made before. needy and wanting.
ao'nung groaned in response, the hand on your waist tightening, his fingers digging into your skin hard enough to leave marks. the thought sent a thrill through you.
he pulled back just enough to speak, his lips brushing yours with every word. "i'm going to make you mine," he said roughly. "completely mine. everyone in this village is going to know you belong to me."
"yes," you breathed, and felt him shudder against you.
"i'm going to touch every part of you," he continued, his hand sliding from your waist down to your hip, then your thigh. "taste every part of you. make you come on my tongue, on my fingers, on my cock until you can't remember anyone's name but mine."
heat flooded through you, pooling low in your belly. "ao'nung-"
"and then," his voice dropped to something dark and possessive that made you clench, "i'm going to fill you with my seed. going to breed you properly, make sure everyone knows who you belong to. you want that?"
you should have been shocked by the crude words. instead, you found yourself nodding frantically, your nails digging into his shoulders. "yes. yes, please-"
he kissed you again, harder this time, walking you backward until your legs hit his sleeping mat. you fell onto it with a soft gasp, and he followed you down, covering your body with his. the weight of him was intoxicating, the heat of his skin seeping through the thin material of your top.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured against your lips, his hips settling between your thighs in a way that made you both groan. "so fucking beautiful. do you know how many times i've imagined this? having you under me, soft and willing?"
his hand slid up your side, over your ribs, stopping just below your breast. you arched into the touch, desperate for more.
"tell me what you want," he demanded, pulling back to look at you. his pupils were blown wide, his lips swollen from kissing. "i need to hear you say it."
"you," you said without hesitation. "i want you. all of you."
something in his expression shifted, became even more intense, more possessive. "you have me. you’ve always had me." his hand finally moved up to cup your breast through your top, and you gasped at the sensation.
he kissed you again as his hands began to explore, learning the shape of you through your clothes. every touch was deliberate, possessive, like he was mapping territory that belonged to him. when his fingers found the tie of your top, he paused, his eyes meeting yours in silent question.
you nodded, and he pulled the string free.
the fabric fell away, baring you to his gaze. for a moment, he just looked, his eyes dark and hungry as they traveled over your exposed skin. you resisted the urge to cover yourself, held still by the intensity of his stare.
"perfect," he finally said, his voice rough. "you're perfect."
then his mouth was on your neck, kissing and sucking and definitely leaving marks. you didn't care. you wanted them, wanted everyone to see, wanted takoa and every other male in the village to know you were claimed.
his hand covered your breast, thumb brushing over your nipple, and you arched with a cry. the sensation shot straight through you, making you clench around nothing.
"so responsive," ao'nung murmured against your skin, doing it again just to watch you squirm. "i'm going to learn every sound you make. every touch that makes you gasp. every spot that makes you scream."
"please," you whimpered, your hands sliding down his back, feeling the flex of muscle under smooth skin.
"please what?" he moved to your other breast, his mouth replacing his hand, tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. "tell me what you need."
"more," you managed, your fingers tangling in his hair. "i need more. i need you."
he groaned against your skin, his hips grinding down against yours in a way that made you both gasp. you could feel him, hard and thick even through the layers between you, and the knowledge that you did this to him. that he wanted you this badly, made you dizzy with power.
"i'm going to take my time with you," he said, kissing his way down your stomach, his hands working at the ties of your loincloth. "going to worship every inch of this body until you're begging me to fill you."
the fabric fell away, leaving you completely bare beneath him. the way he looked at you, like you were something precious and profane all at once, made you feel beautiful in a way you'd never experienced before.
"spread your legs for me," he commanded softly, and you obeyed without thinking, your thighs falling open.
his eyes went even darker. "fuck. look at you. already so wet for me."
you felt yourself flush, but before you could feel self-conscious, he was settling between your thighs, his broad shoulders forcing them even wider. the first touch of his fingers against your slick folds made you jolt, a sharp cry escaping your lips. his breath hot against your most sensitive skin. the anticipation alone made you tremble, your hands fisting in the ground beneath you.
"i've thought about this," he murmured, his lips brushing against your inner thigh. "every fucking day since i met you. wondered what you'd taste like. how you'd sound when i made you fall apart with just my tongue."
"ao'nung-" your voice was already shaky, desperate.
his hands slithered upwards towards your cunt, one finger gently sliding in.
he worked you open with patient determination, adding a second finger when you were ready, curling them in a way that made stars burst behind your eyelids. all the while, he kept talking. filthy, possessive words about how you were his, how he was going to breed you, how everyone would know you belonged to him.
when his thumb found your clit, you nearly came apart right there.
"that's it," he encouraged, working you higher. "let me see you fall apart. want to watch you come before i even get my cock in you."
the pressure built and built, your hips rocking against his hand desperately. you were close, so close-
"come for me," he ordered, and you did.
the orgasm crashed over you in waves, your back arching off the mat as pleasure flooded through every nerve. ao'nung worked you through it, his fingers never stopping, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive.
when you finally came back to yourself, he was watching you with an expression of pure male satisfaction, his fingers still buried inside you.
"beautiful," he said again, slowly withdrawing his hand. you watched, dazed, as he brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving yours. "and you taste even better than i imagined."
before you could respond, he was kissing you again, and you could taste yourself on his tongue. it should have been embarrassing, but instead it just made you want him more.
your hands went to the ties of his loincloth, fumbling with the knots. "off," you demanded against his lips. "i want to feel you."
he helped you, shoving the fabric away impatiently. and then there was nothing between you, just skin against skin, heat against heat.
you looked down between your bodies and your breath caught. he was big. bigger than you'd expected. and already leaking at the tip. the sight made your mouth water and your core clench with anticipation.
"see what you do to me?" ao'nung's voice was strained as he positioned himself at your entrance, the head of his cock sliding through your wetness. "this is all for you. only you."
your breath hitched as you felt him there, hot and hard against you, the anticipation making your entire body tremble. his eyes locked onto yours, dark with desire but also searching, making sure you were with him, that you wanted this as much as he did.
but he didn't push inside yet. instead, he dragged the thick head of his cock through your folds again, coating himself in your arousal, the friction against your sensitive clit making you gasp and buck your hips.
"so wet for me already," he murmured, his voice dropping to something darker, more possessive. "i've barely touched you and you're dripping. did you get this wet for him?"
your eyes widened at the mention of takoa, and ao'nung's expression turned almost cruel.
"answer me," he demanded, pressing the head of his cock against your entrance but not entering, just teasing. "did you get wet when that boy was sitting next to you? when he was trying so hard to impress you with his pathetic attempts at flirting?"
"no," you gasped, your hands gripping his shoulders desperately. "no, ao'nung, i didn't-"
"good," he growled, finally pushing forward just enough to breach your entrance with the tip. the stretch was immediate and intense, making you both groan. "because this cunt is mine. only i get to make you react this way. only i get to make you feel good. understand?"
"yes," you whimpered, trying to push your hips up to take more of him, but his hands on your hips held you firmly in place.
"yes, what?" he prompted, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.
"yes, ao'nung," you breathed. "only you. please, i need-"
"what do you need?" he pushed in another inch, so slowly it was almost torture. "tell me."
"you," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i need you. all of you. please."
"that's right," he said, his voice rough with satisfaction. "you need me. not that boy who was pawing at you. not anyone else. just me." he pushed in another inch, watching your face intently as your mouth fell open. "do you think he could give you this? do you think he could fill you like i can?"
you shook your head frantically, unable to form words as he continued his slow, torturous advance. he was so big, stretching you in ways you'd never experienced, and every inch felt like both too much and not enough.
"use your words," a'nung commanded, pausing when he was only halfway inside. "tell me he couldn't make you feel like this."
"he couldn't," you managed, your voice breaking. "he couldn't make me feel like this. only you, ao'nung. only you."
something fierce and triumphant flashed in his eyes. "that's fucking right," he growled, and pushed in the rest of the way in one smooth thrust.
you cried out at the sudden fullness, your back arching off the mat. he was so deep, so big, stretching you to your limits. your walls fluttered around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion, and you heard him curse above you.
"fuck," ao'nung groaned, his entire body trembling with the effort of staying still. "you're so tight. so perfect. like your body was made specifically for my cock." his hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, his fingers digging into your flesh possessively. "tell me you're okay. tell me you can take it."
"i can take it," you gasped, even though you felt impossibly full, stretched beyond what you thought possible. "i can take you. please, ao'nung, please move."
"not yet," he said, his voice strained. he leaned down, his forehead pressing against yours, his breath hot against your lips. "i want you to feel this. feel how deep I am. feel how completely you belong to me now." he shifted his hips slightly, making you both groan. "that boy wouldn't know what to do with you. wouldn’t know how to handle this perfect body. but i do. and i’m going to ruin you for anyone else."
"i don't want anyone else," you assured him, your hands sliding up to cup his face. "i only want you."
he kissed you then, hard and possessive, his tongue invading your mouth the same way his cock was buried inside you. when he finally pulled back, his eyes were blazing.
"i’m going to make you come so many times you lose count," he promised darkly. "going to fuck you so good you forget your own name. and every time you see that boy, you're going to remember this moment. remember who you belong to."
then he started to move.
he pulled out slowly, so slowly you could feel every ridge and vein of his cock dragging against your sensitive walls, until just the tip remained inside. then he slammed back in, hard and deep, making you scream.
"that's it," he encouraged, setting a brutal rhythm. "let everyone hear you. let them know who's making you feel this good." each thrust was powerful and deliberate, hitting spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. "let that boy hear you screaming my name."
"ao'nung!" you cried out, unable to help yourself. the pleasure was overwhelming, building with each thrust, each drag of his cock against your walls.
"louder," he demanded, one hand sliding up to grip your throat lightly. not squeezing, just holding, the gesture possessive and dominant. "i want everyone in this village to know you're mine."
"ao'nung!" you cried out louder, your inhibitions completely gone. you didn't care who heard, didn't care about anything except the feeling of him inside you, claiming you, making you his.
"good girl," he praised, his thumb stroking the side of your neck even as he continued his punishing pace. "such a good girl for me. taking my cock so well." his other hand slid between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and circling it with just the right amount of pressure. "now come for me. show me how good i make you feel."
the added stimulation was exactly what you needed. your orgasm hit you like a wave, crashing over you with an intensity that made your vision white out. your body convulsed around him, your walls clenching rhythmically around his cock as pleasure flooded every nerve ending.
"fuck, yes," ao'nung groaned, fucking you through it, his thumb never stopping its movement on your clit. "that's it. that's my girl. feel so good when you squeeze me like that." he leaned down to bite at your neck, definitely leaving marks. "mine. you’re mine. say it."
"yours," you gasped, still trembling from the aftershocks. "i’m yours, ao'nung."
"that's right," he growled against your skin. "my woman. my mate." he pulled back to look at you, his eyes dark and possessive. "and i’m going to fill you up. going to pump you so full of my seed that everyone will know you're claimed. that you're carrying my child."
the dirty talk sent another wave of arousal through you, even though you'd just come. your body was already responding to him again, your walls fluttering around his still-hard cock.
"you like that idea?" he asked, feeling your reaction. a cruel smile curved his lips. "like the thought of me breeding you? making sure everyone knows you belong to me?" his thrusts became harder, more purposeful. "do you think that boy could give you this? could make you feel this good? could breed you properly?"
"no," you moaned, your nails raking down his back. "no, only you. only you can make me feel like this."
"that's fucking right," he snarled, his pace becoming almost brutal. "he's nothing. he could never satisfy you the way i can. could never fill you up and breed you the way you deserve."
his words, combined with the relentless pace of his thrusts, were pushing you toward another edge already. you couldn't believe how quickly your body was responding, how desperately you wanted more.
"ao'nung," you whimpered, feeling the pressure building again. "i’m going to-"
"not yet," he commanded, suddenly pulling out completely. you whimpered at the loss, feeling empty and desperate. "i’m not done with you yet."
before you could protest, he flipped you over onto your stomach, his hands gripping your hips and pulling them up so you were on your hands and knees. the position made you feel exposed and vulnerable, and you heard him groan behind you.
"look at you," he said, his voice rough with desire. his hands ran over your ass appreciatively, squeezing and kneading the flesh. "so perfect. so ready for me." one hand slid between your thighs, his fingers sliding through your wetness. "still dripping. still so desperate for my cock."
"please," you begged, pushing back against him. "please, ao'nung, i need-"
"what do you need?" he asked, and you could hear the cruel amusement in his voice. "tell me exactly what you need."
"your cock," you gasped, beyond shame now. "i need your cock inside me. please."
"since you asked so nicely," he murmured, and then he was pushing inside again, the new angle making him feel even bigger, even deeper.
you moaned loudly, your arms nearly giving out from the intensity. this position hit different spots, and you could feel him everywhere, filling you completely, stretching you impossibly wide.
"fuck," ao'nung groaned, his hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "you feel even tighter like this. so fucking perfect." he pulled out and slammed back in, making you cry out. "this is how i’ve dreamed of having you. on your hands and knees, taking my cock like you were made for it."
he set an even harder pace than before, his hips snapping against your ass with each thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the marui, obscene and primal, mixed with your moans and his grunts of pleasure.
"do you think he's ever had a woman like this?" ao'nung asked, his voice dark and possessive. "do you think he knows how to fuck properly? how to please a woman?" one hand slid up your spine to tangle in your hair, pulling your head back. "answer me."
"no," you gasped, the slight pain from your hair being pulled mixing with the pleasure in a way that made you clench around him. "no, he doesn't know. he couldn't.. couldn't do this."
"that's right," he growled, his pace becoming even more brutal. "he’s just a boy. he wouldn't know what to do with a woman like you. wouldn’t know how to touch you, how to fuck you, how to make you come." he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back, his lips at your ear. "but i do. i know exactly what you need. exactly how to make you fall apart."
his free hand slid around to find your clit again, rubbing tight circles that had you seeing stars. the combination of his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust and his fingers on your clit was overwhelming.
"i'm going to make you come again," he promised darkly. "going to make you come so hard you forget that boy even exists. that anyone else exists except me."
"yes," you moaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts. "yes, please, ao'nung, please make me come."
"such a good girl," he praised, his fingers moving faster on your clit. "begging so prettily. i love hearing you beg for my cock. love knowing that i'm the only one who can make you feel this way."
the pressure was building rapidly, your entire body tensing as you approached your second orgasm. ao'nung could feel it too, could feel the way your walls were starting to flutter around him.
"that's it," he encouraged, his voice strained. "come for me. come on my cock like a good girl."
your second orgasm hit even harder than the first, your arms giving out completely as pleasure crashed through you. you collapsed onto the mat, your upper body pressed against the woven surface while ao'nung held your hips up, continuing to fuck you through your climax with single-minded determination.
"fuck, yes," he groaned, watching you fall apart beneath him. "so beautiful when you come. so perfect. all mine."
you were trembling, oversensitive, but he didn't stop. his pace didn't slow, his cock continuing to drive into you with the same brutal intensity.
the overstimulation was almost too much, bordering on pain, but somehow it felt incredible.
"ao'nung," you whimpered, your hands clutching at the mat. "i can't.. it's too much-"
"you can take it," he said firmly, his hand sliding around to your throat, pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest. the new angle made him feel even deeper, and you gasped. "your gonna take everything i give you. you’re mine, and i'm going to use this perfect body however i want."
his hand on your throat applied gentle pressure, not enough to restrict your breathing but enough to make you feel owned, possessed. his other hand slid down to your breast, squeezing and kneading, his fingers pinching your nipple.
"tell me you're mine," he demanded, his lips against your ear. "tell me you belong to me and no one else."
"i’m yours," you gasped, your head falling back against his shoulder. "only yours, ao'nung. no one else."
"and who makes you feel this good?" he asked, his hips still moving, still driving into you relentlessly. "who makes you come? who’s going to breed you and fill you with their child?"
"you," you moaned, your body trembling in his arms. "only you. only you can make me feel like this."
"that's right," he growled, his hand on your throat tightening slightly. "just me. only me."
he released your throat and pushed you back down onto your hands and knees, his hands gripping your hips again. his pace became even more frantic, more desperate, and you could tell he was getting close.
"going to fill you up," he panted, his fingers digging into your hips. "going to breed you so good. make sure my seed takes."
despite having just come twice, you could feel another orgasm building. it seemed impossible, but the way he was hitting that spot inside you, the way his cock was stretching you, the filthy words falling from his lips. it was all too much.
"ao'nung," you gasped, hardly able to believe it yourself. "i’m going to- i’m going to come again."
"fuck, yes," he groaned. "come for me again. show me how good i make you feel."
your third orgasm built quickly, the pressure coiling tight in your lower belly. when it finally broke, you screamed his name, your entire body shaking with the force of it. your walls clenched around him rhythmically, and you heard him curse behind you.
"that's it, that's my girl," he praised, his voice strained. "feel so fucking good. so perfect. mine. all mine."
he fucked you through it, prolonging your pleasure until you were a trembling, oversensitive mess beneath him. when you finally started to come down, he pulled out, making you whimper at the loss.
"not done with you yet," he said, his voice rough. he gently turned you over onto your back, and you looked up at him with dazed eyes. he looked wild, his hair disheveled, his skin flushed, his eyes blazing with possessive hunger. "want to see your face when i fill you up. want to watch you when i breed you."
he positioned himself between your legs again, hooking them over his shoulders. the position folded you nearly in half, and when he pushed back inside, he went impossibly deep.
you gasped, your hands clutching at his arms.
"look at me," he commanded, and your eyes locked onto his. the intensity in his gaze took your breath away. there was desire, yes, but also something deeper. something almost obsessive. "you’re mine."
"i’m yours," you whispered, reaching up to cup his face. "completely yours, ao’nung."
"and i’m yours," he said, his voice raw with emotion. "forever." he started to move again, slower this time but no less intense. each thrust was deep and deliberate, hitting spots that made you see stars. "no one else will ever touch you. no one else will ever have you. you're mine to protect, mine to love, mine to pleasure, mine to breed."
"yes," you breathed, your eyes never leaving his.
his hand slid between your bodies to find your clit again, and you gasped at the sensation. you were so oversensitive that it was bordering pain, but his touch was skilled, knowing exactly how much pressure to apply.
"i know you're sensitive," he murmured, watching your face intently. "but i want you to come one more time. want to feel you come on my cock when i fill you up. can you do that for me?"
you weren't sure if you could, weren't sure if your body could handle another orgasm, but you nodded anyway. "i’ll.. i’ll try," you whimpered.
"that's my good girl," he praised, his fingers moving in slow circles on your clit. "just relax. let me take care of you. let me make you feel good."
his pace was slower now, more controlled, each thrust deep and purposeful. he was taking his time, building your pleasure gradually, letting it wash over you in waves rather than crashing down all at once.
"you're so beautiful," he murmured, his eyes roaming over your face, your body. "so perfect. i don't deserve you."
"yes, you do," you countered, your hands sliding up his arms to his shoulders. "we deserve each other."
something softened in his expression, though the possessive hunger never left his eyes. he leaned down to kiss you, slow and deep, his tongue sliding against yours in a way that made your toes curl.
when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. "i see you," he said quietly, the words almost lost in the sound of your heavy breathing. "i have been, for so long. watching you from across the village, wanting you, needing you. it’s been driving me crazy."
"i see you too," you whispered, and felt him shudder above you. "always, ao'nung."
his rhythm faltered for a moment, emotion overwhelming him. then he kissed you again, harder this time, more desperate, and his pace increased.
"going to fill you up now," he panted against your lips. "going to breed you properly. make you mine in every way possible."
his fingers on your clit moved faster, and you could feel another orgasm building despite your exhaustion. it’s different this time, slower, deeper, more intense. it built and built, a pressure that seemed to encompass your entire body.
"ao'nung," you gasped, your nails digging into his shoulders. "i’m close, i’m so close."
"me too," he groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic. "come with me. want to feel your pussy milking my cock, taking every drop of my seed."
the filthy words combined with his skilled fingers pushed you over the edge. your fourth orgasm was different from the others. it rolled through you in waves, deep and intense, making your entire body tremble. you clenched around him rhythmically, and you heard him curse.
"fuck, yes," ao’nung groaned, his control finally breaking. "that’s it, that's perfect. going to.. fuck.. going to cum."
he buried himself as deep as possible with a guttural groan, his cock pulsing inside you as he came. you could feel him filling you, the warmth spreading inside you, and it prolonged your own orgasm, making you shake and whimper beneath him.
"mine," he growled, his hips still moving, working his seed deeper. "all mine. taking my cum so well. going to give you so much. going to make sure it takes."
he continued to thrust shallowly, riding out both of your orgasms, making sure none of his release escaped. when he finally stilled, you were both trembling, covered in sweat, completely spent.
ao'nung carefully lowered your legs from his shoulders, then collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mat in a way that felt comforting rather than crushing. you could feel his heart racing against your chest, matching the rapid pace of your own.
for several long minutes, neither of you spoke. you just lay there, bodies still joined, trying to catch your breath. your hands traced lazy patterns on his back, feeling the flex of muscle beneath sweat-slicked skin.
finally, ao'nung lifted his head to look at you, his hand coming up to brush some hair away from your face. his touch was gentle now, tender, so different from the rough possession of moments before.
"are you okay?" he asked softly, his eyes searching yours with concern. "was i too rough? did i hurt you?"
you shook your head, smiling up at him despite your exhaustion. "i’m perfect," you assured him. "that was.."
relief flooded his expression, and he leaned down to kiss you gently. the kiss was different from all the others. soft, loving, full of unspoken emotion and promise.
"i meant what i said," he murmured against your lips. "i see you."
"i meant it too," you said, reaching up to cup his face. "and i don't want anyone else. only you, ao'nung."
he smiled, and it transformed his entire face. "good," he said, pressing another kiss to your lips. "because i’m never letting you go."
when he finally pulled out, you both winced at the sensitivity. you could feel his release starting to leak out of you, and ao'nung's eyes darkened as he watched.
"don't move," he instructed, his voice taking on that possessive edge again. you watched as he used his fingers to push his cum back inside you, the gesture both practical and deeply territorial. "want to make sure it all stays in. make sure you're properly bred."
you shivered at his words and his touch, still sensitive but not unpleasantly so. when he was satisfied that he'd pushed every drop back inside you, he laid down beside you and pulled you into his arms, arranging you so your head was on his chest.
"you’re incredible," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
hus arms tightened around you, and you felt him press another kiss to your hair. "i meant what i said," he told you quietly. "about you being mine. about wanting to have a future with you. i know we should probably talk about it more seriously when we're not both sex-drunk, but j need you to know that i’m serious. about you and about us."
you tilted your head up to look at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. "i’m serious too," you said softly. "i want all of that with you, ao'nung. everything."
he smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through clouds. he kissed you again, slow and sweet, before pulling back and running his hands over your body, checking for any injuries or sore spots.
"let me take care of you," he said, starting to sit up. "i should clean you up, get you some water-"
you pulled him back down. "in a minute," you said. "just hold me for a minute first."
he settled back down immediately, wrapping you in his arms again. "i can do that," he murmured. "i can hold you for as long as you want."
you smiled against his chest.
ao'nung's hand traced lazy patterns on your back, and you could feel him still watching you, as if he couldn't quite believe you were real, that this had actually happened.
"you're staring," you mumbled, though you didn't mind.
"can't help it," he replied, unashamed. "you’re beautiful. and you're mine. i still can't quite believe it."
you laughed softly. "believe it. you’re stuck with me now."
"good," he said firmly, his arms tightening around you possessively. "that’s exactly where i want you. stuck with me."
you lay there in his arms, feeling his heartbeat beneath your ear and his warmth surrounding you, you couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere else.
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