─ 𝓟𝓮𝓷𝓽-𝓤𝓹 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓼 ─
Aged up!Neteyam x Fem!Human!reader
ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ ▻ After you gave birth to your first child, your mate has been almost unbearably patient about finding release. You, on the other hand? Not even close.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(ꜱ) ▻ The reader does not need to wear a mask to keep her alive, cuz it left my mind completely. LACTATION KINK (he gets a taste). Fingering. Oral (f.receiving). Impatient reader. Hesitation. Tongue fucking. SIZE DIFFERENCE (The reader is human, so there is a huge difference between their sizes, but not to the point that he's able to kill the reader while mating.) Let's pretend that the distance between the vaginal opening and the cervix is longer than 3-5 inches. HE A BIG ONE. You a mama. Absolute Filth. Squirting. ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ ▻ 5.2k ᴛʀᴀɴꜱʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ▻ Kelku = Home | Tanhì = Star / Bioluminescent Freckle (it's such a cute pet name)
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Author's Note: This has been in my drafts for three damn years, and this was previously a husband!Thor fic, but ummm nevermind. I love this idea of husband!Neteyam more. Hope you enjoy reading this more than I did writing it!
Neteyam is splayed out on the hammock, waiting for you to come and accompany him or acknowledge his presence. He does nothing but intently stare at you.
He observes how you take care of your child. His child. And he takes a mental picture of how you look at this very moment. Rocking the baby back and forth in your arms, humming to the tune of your favorite song, and looking closely at a sight you call art.
The sight of your baby, with his eyes closed, and his small hand that had a tight grip on your thumb. Just with that, all the tiredness you've felt throughout the day vanished.
Every once in a while, Neteyam would clear his throat to catch your attention, which is all given to the infant in your arms. You would then look up, blink sleepily at him, and shake your head in response to his silent offer. You know he is offering you a hand. He wanted to be the one to put the baby to sleep, so that you wouldn't have to expend all your energy.
He is as stubborn as a bull. So, he eventually sat up and went to you with open arms. At this point, Neteyam was demanding that you hand him the baby—he just couldn't stand to see you grow even more tired.
"No." You whispered. You're even more stubborn. "Just give me five minutes, 'Teyam."
Knowing a harmless argument would start if he kept on insisting, he stood still by your side and went back to observing. His eyes switched between his newborn and his woman, making a soft smile slowly appear on his face as he admired both of you.
Your sigh snapped him out of his trance, which made him look up and meet your eyes. "He's asleep." You mouthed with a satisfied smile.
After waiting a few seconds, you finally put the baby down and let him continue his sleep. At last, you gave him a last light peck on his forehead before turning to your husband with wide open arms as a sign of wanting to be coddled.
In response, he engulfed you in a warm embrace, slowly walking you both back to the hammock. Wherein, you both lie down with you on top of him.
He held you there for a little while before muttering something you couldn't hear as you buried your head in the crook of his neck. You then left the comfort of his neck—when he repeated it, and his message was still not heard—and lifted your head to peer at him questioningly.
"Do you want to eat? The hunt earlier was successful, and I was able to gather extra supplies of cooked meat and fruit. It’s right there, we can go and eat it, now." He repeated for the third time, with his eyebrows shot up, showing his excitement for the idea mentioned.
"Oh—did you, now? And by gather, you mean, sneak some for your beloved mate who likes to eat in the middle of the night?"
"Yes." His cheeks have a tinge of purple on them as he admits to knowing your sneaky little secret. These things did not go unnoticed by him, and he did this because he did not want you to trouble yourself anymore and sneak out just to satisfy your cravings.
You smiled at his response and added, "I only want the fruit, though."
"Okay, you can have as many as you want then."
***
As he gathers a small portion of the various kinds of fruit in his hand, he often steals glances at you, as you stare at him intently. Your lashes flutter as you sweep your pink tongue over your lower lip, or sometimes have your lip between your teeth.
You were too focused on him. His towering frame. His perfect hair, eyes, and lips. His muscular arms and legs. Most importantly, the darker shades of blue stripes on every part of his body. You wanted to lick every stripe, and you were already planning on how you would execute it.
It has been exactly 3 weeks since you got some release—a real one. With his cock inside you, to be specific. And it's been torture. Torture, as you have to live with your mate who never fails to leave you in a state of admiration and hunger.
Now, you are eating the fruits he gathered. Audible hums could be heard after every bite as you were satisfied with its sweet taste and succulent nature.
He really knew how to get you.
***
On the floor of your tent, where Neteyam had laid out a blanket, you sat side by side, his shoulder brushing yours. With a drink in each of your hands, you slowly began asking one another about the pieces of life you’d missed over the past week, trading quiet questions between sips.
This week passed by so fast—just like a blur of tending to responsibilities, rest, and back at it again—and it was tiresome. Because of this, you never get to ask how the other's day went. As every time the sun had set and the baby finally fell asleep, the only thing you both looked forward to was to feel each other's warmth and fall into a deep sleep.
There was a comfortable silence that lingered between you two, and you broke it by pointing out something that had been bothering you.
"You have that look." You said, looking at him from his side with those knowing eyes of yours.
"What look is that, Tanhì?"
"You want something."
"What is it?"
"You want to fuck." A foul word to use, but it is such a fun one.
His lips twitched before he reached his right hand to place on the exposed skin of your thigh, where he circled his thumb. "Tanhì, you know I always want to fuck."
You stared at each other. Both your gazes held something different—hunger and longing. That's what it was.
Eventually, you both didn't find the need to fight off the urge to kiss. You leaned in, he did too, and your lips met in a soft kiss, which you melted into.
Neteyam sighed into it and made his move to cup your small face with his hands. The size difference between you two still sends a shiver down your spine. One of his hands could literally cup your whole face—and you still can't fathom how you were able to take him in you when you were being intimate.
Though the kiss was soft and gentle, it was getting heated each second—until you cursed yourself and pulled away.
"What is it?" He asked, sounding worried.
Just as you were about to mutter your response, you saw him already looking down at the cups of your night gown that darkened with the seeping milk coming from your breasts—it was your son's meal.
Before he can stop himself, he's already brushing his knuckles over the wet spot, the cloth of your nightgown gave enough friction to your nipple, which made you sigh.
Finding the source of his child's food and strength, sensual, is fucked up; he just couldn't help his curiosity in wanting to have a taste. Along with the way you responded to his light touch made him want to have you right then and there.
He's been keeping himself tamed for a while now, and he did not know if he could keep up this strong façade of his. He guessed not, as his mind already directed him to a thought so filthy he hated himself for it. He was reminded once again of this thought that comes to his mind once in a while—you feeding him the last drip of the substance that's leaking at this very moment.
He finds it so hard to deny his urges right now, and it's showing on his loincloth.
There were times after giving birth, when you ask him for pleasure. He gives it to you, but never his cock because he knew better. He wanted to make sure you are healed before he starts thinking for himself, as he might not be able to go easy on you—especially with his size. You just tempt him too much, even when you do nothing out of the ordinary.
"You want a taste?" You suggested as you watched his pupils grow dark by the second. He didn't mutter a single word and just nodded, still looking at the nightgown that was hiding your breasts from his sight.
He found himself reaching for your lips, as sinful thoughts were racing in his mind with the suggestion you had just made, and again, both the warmth of your mouth and spit were shared once more as your lips moved effortlessly against each other.
Eager to get a taste, he then left your lips to trail his kisses down your neck, to your soft mounds. You did the honor of lowering the top of your nightgown to present your breasts to him; it was wet from the milk your body produced.
Stopping for a fleeting second, he admired them. They looked even bigger now—they were not the usual ones he used to suck on, but they were still as beautiful. He was quick to snap out of his thoughts and put a nipple in his mouth, gently suckling on it, humming, as the warm substance finally touched his tongue—there came a tinge of sweetness along with it—as the other was massaged by his unoccupied hand.
You tasted so good. He thought. He wanted to milk you dry. Literally.
"Fuck." you whimpered a little bit too loudly as Neteyam drinks from your swollen breasts. When he finally decided to give the other one his attention, he released your nipple to claim the other. The hand that was massaging your breasts went to the small of your back to pull you closer to him.
Your breast was so soft, and it contained such a tasty substance that he would like to drink every hour of the day. Dare he say, his child has a competitor now.
Even though he was sucking your nipple with the intention to milk you dry, he was still gentle with his actions. Careful not to hurt you, but it came with actions, done effortlessly, to make you feel good.
Along with his sucking, his tongue was overwhelming you—in such a wonderful way—as he swiped it over and over again on your nipple.
You were growing so wet, and you could feel it. The dampness of your slick was prominent, as was the bulge over his loincloth. Both are showing interest in connecting with one another again, after such a long time.
Not wanting to waste any more time, his hand reached to feel the wetness of your panties, confirming your assumed state. Damp wet, you were, but you were already aware of that.
Neteyam, though, with his eyes wide and eyebrows shot up in surprise, immediately pulled his head away to look at you as all he felt was your damp slit. He ran his knuckles through it, and you just gave him a playful smile in return.
You most definitely wanted this to happen, so you didn't mind wearing undergarments as you desired for him fuck you at last.
He chuckled before inserting a finger that slid beautifully. The girth of his finger was two of yours—making you gasp against his mouth after he initiated another heated kiss—Eywa, you have wanted this for so long, and you hoped that this would be just the start of it. You wanted him. His cock, inside you, so desperately.
"Do you want me to add another?" He asks before interrupting, " You wouldn't mind, would you? You're all healed and finally to be fucked."
With that, you rest your head on his shoulder and nod against it, agreeing, as he pushes another one.
He then finger fucked you until you tried to close your legs. Which didn't make him budge; keeping his left hand on your thigh to keep it open and fucking you even faster as you continuously whimper and writhe against him.
While going at it, his thumb found its way to your clit. Circling it in the right way, knowing you're close to finishing based on the way you were responding to him. And that had you clenching around his fingers.
"Tanhì, you sound so good for me, but the people will hear you." You sounded so good, moaning for him like that. But he thinks that the people who were probably sleeping at this moment won't appreciate it as much as he does.
From your point of view, his thick accent added more to the pleasure brought by his fingers. His voice always got you weak in the knees, and with every pump and curl of his fingers, it brought you closer to your release.
"Oh, never mind, just let it out. Finish on my fingers." He encouraged you when you attempted to suppress the sounds you were producing out of pleasure, realizing that he would rather hear it than have you go silent just for the people.
And there it was, as you freely moan into his ears—he felt your walls clamp down on his fingers. So hard that he found it difficult to move in and out of you, making him curl it upwards instead, to hit that spongy spot inside of you, causing you to finish right then and there.
Before he started moving his fingers and attempted to have you finish once more, you pleaded, "Baby, I want you inside me. I want to come on your cock."
"You can do that later. Finish this first, okay?" He let you lie down on the floor, and he went downwards, where he came eye to eye with the finger that was now fucking into you once again. "You look healed enough, baby. That's good."
Caught off guard, you gasped as you felt him suckle on your clit, just as he did with your nipples earlier—with his tongue brushing past that bundle of nerves.
Not long after savoring the way you taste and eating you out like a starved man, you let out a last whimper—with your eyes shut tight—finishing again, now on both his fingers and tongue. Pleased with himself, he hummed against you, continuing to lap at you and slurp at the slick you let out just for him.
As you came down from your high—high from the two orgasms pulled out of you without much of a break—Neteyam was still down there with his cheek pressed against your thigh, leaving soft kisses on the other.
When you finally found the strength to pry open your eyes, you found his as he peered up at you with his fingers finally pulled out. Said fingers, which he raised to his mouth, and put the whole thing in. And he groans at the taste of you. His mouth then made a squelching noise, so filthy, as he sucked every drip of your slick off.
He then smiled innocently after doing such a sinful act. You wouldn't even guess he'd be that kind of man. To do all this for his woman. Let alone a human.
"Are you ready for another, Tanhì?" Going up to be eye-level with you. He was now towering over your lying frame. You wouldn't even be seen if someone were to take a peek; his body shielding you from any spectator.
"Of course, I am, baby."
He settled himself between your thighs and held your face in one of his hands. The other, resting on the side of your face to hold himself up.
In this position, with the gap left in between your bodies, you snaked your hand from your sides to his loincloth. He felt so hard against it, and it elicited excitement from you that can be seen in your smile.
Finally, you were going to be fucked by him.
He chuckled, "Are you sure about this?" Then, he answered his own question, "Of course, you are. You've been waiting for this, haven't you, Tanhì? Didn't even bother to wear your pretty little panties."
Hums and giggles were triggered from you as a response. That really was a trick you pulled, and it brought a coy smile to your face, which Neteyam returned with a smug one.
“I miss you so much, you don’t even know.” You sighed, your hand that was once cupping him leaving the comfort of his bulge, as you wrapped both your arms tightly around him in a hug to pull him closer, so that he was now lying on top of you.
“Then tell me.” He said, looking into your eyes, your faces just an inch from each other.
“Tell you what, ‘Teyam?”
“How much do you miss me?”
You looked up at him, confusion written all over your face. “Are we not going to continue this?” Disappointment was heard in your voice. You might not get what you want tonight.
Overdramatic. Yes, and you had the right to.
“We are.” He continued, and it came out along with a chuckle. “But I want to hear how much you miss me first.”
You sighed, giving in, and started, “You look so tempting, do you know that? And I think about you a lot, 'Teyam. Even when I tend to my duties. It’s getting bothersome, especially as you don’t really give me what I ask for.”
Neteyam wanted to tell you that he thinks about you all the same, even worse—he was just better at hiding it, but he stopped himself and continued with his teasing. “What do you want, Tanhì?”
“You.”
“You have me right here. What is it that you really want from me?” He was teasing you. He wanted you to state the obvious; he wanted to hear you say it out loud, and you were not happy with it, but you still blurted your answer out.
“Your cock, baby.” Then you paused abruptly as heat crept up on your face. You did not know why you felt embarrassed admitting that, but you just did. The gaze that he held on you made you feel even worse.
All of the courage you had mustered throughout the day was slowly fading into oblivion. You had planned this out so carefully—how you would execute it, and thought about the possible scenarios as an outcome.
By far, you have succeeded. You have gotten your first two orgasms this evening, and as you have predicted, it was by his mouth and fingers. Until this very moment, you have not thought about this. About him questioning you in between the heated moment shared, and it made you feel flustered as you admitted what was frustrating you. Scolding yourself mentally as you realize what a needy little bitch you are.
But both the breaths you let out were becoming heavy as the confession hung in the air, and Neteyam was staring at you with an unreadable facial expression.
You were trying to read him, but you couldn’t, until you met his eyes. His pupils were so dark with lust, along with the love he had for you. You could feel it, the heat that was radiating off him—it was now more evident than it was before you pointed out the obvious, and it made you excited. But as you looked deeper into his eyes, you could see the hesitation behind them.
“Baby, you don’t have to go easy on me. I want you, and you know how.”
A reassurance coming from you was all he needed before capturing your lips with his once more. His tongue is getting more involved now. Oh, it made you smile against it.
When he felt your lips curve, he bit them, making you let out a moan into his mouth, and he accepted it proudly as he swiped his tongue over yours. This went on, and suddenly, you were both fighting for dominance. Your tongues clashing so effortlessly, but those movements still had the intent to win over something; it's just that you let him win this time.
Accepting the dominance he asserted over you—accepting his long tongue in your mouth and sucking on it, to which he groaned. It was filthy. He was fucking your mouth with his tongue, and you were just taking it, happily.
You felt him shift between your thighs, and you tried to peek, but you were too invested in the tongue that was fucking yours at the moment. Either way, you were still unable to, even if you tried, as your bodies were so close to each other. Too close that he would have crushed you into suffocation if it weren't for his hand holding him up.
But there it was. You finally felt it. His bare and hard cock pressed on your knee as he trailed his tongue down your neck, where he had sucked and bitten you. Claiming you as his, once again.
Someone was getting impatient, and this time it wasn't just you. But your feelings were still dominant over his, though, as you couldn’t bear feeling his cock grinding on your thigh, while your hole dripped with arousal and was gaping at nothing. “Baby, please put it inside me.” It came out as a whimper. Normally, you would have scolded yourself for acting so needy, but right now, that’s not one of your priorities.
With one last kiss on your collarbone, he pushed himself up. He was now kneeling in front of you, cock in hand, stroking it slowly. Squeezing it every time he reached the tip, making a clear substance drip from its slit.
He looked so beautiful like this, and he watched you with observing eyes. Eyes that shift between the way you look at him and the way you lick your lips—you were growing even more impatient, and he liked you like that.
Most of the time, you would do the work yourself, getting enough of his teasing, but now, he knew nothing like that would happen, as you were worried that he might deny you his cock. Leaving you frustrated and even more desperate than you already were.
Eventually, he finally decided it was enough—even he couldn't take his mind off the image of him pushing into you at last—he knew he needed more contact. So, he pulled you closer to him by your legs that were displayed before him.
Holding his cock at the base, the tip of it was now creating a friction on your clit, to start the feeling of familiar tightness that was about to build in your lower abdomen. He teased your pussy, enjoying the wetness of it spreading on the tip of his cock as it went down to your clenching hole and back to your sensitive clit.
Whenever it came in contact with your gaping hole, he would push it in, just enough to hear your moans stutter from the slight stretch.
“Baby, please, stop teasing—“
He did not even let you finish your words before he pushed his cock inside of you—unable to resist your plea. You gasped and gripped the covers beneath you. But that was not even half of him yet, and he continued to push into you. Stopping every few seconds to let you adjust to his size.
His girth stung, and it gave you discomfort, but you wanted this, you asked for this, so you kept your mouth shut. Trying to focus on the pleasure it brought you instead, and only letting out the moans that were inevitable.
Oh, Eywa, he was so big, and you underestimated the stretch his cock would give. You thought, by now, that you could take him better since you had given birth to your first child, but no. You were as wrong as you can be.
All throughout this, Neteyam leaned his body closer to yours as he was whispering praises into your ear and leaving kisses all over your face to distract you from the pain that he assumed you might feel.
“Baby—Tanhì, you can take it. You are doing so well for me, baby.” He praises, as you nod against his forehead.
His cock was so deep inside of you, and you did not know how much more of him you could take as you felt his tip nudge your cervix. And with another inch entering you, it made you feel as if he was reaching something so deep inside you, getting past your cervix and entering your uterus. Impossible, but that's how it felt, and it felt overwhelmingly good.
It made breathing so hard for you as your breath would hitch every now and then, that Neteyam would have to remind you to either let out a breath or take a massive gallop when he realizes you have stopped breathing.
Filled to the brim, you were, as you take in every inch of him. When almost all of his length was inside you, he stopped, completely, and he fired you with questions. "Do you feel okay?" "Am I hurting you?" "Should I stop?"
He just didn't want to hurt you.
Before you even started with this unusual pairing, you both had your doubts, especially when it came to the topic of intimacy. And you bled before, when you had your first with him. Even if he took his precious time to stretch you out and get you wet as much as he possibly could, he still managed to hurt you with his size. Two fingers in, it already felt like you were taking in human cock. Three, you felt discomfort from the stretch it gave. Four, his thumb included, it felt utterly impossible that a sob left your mouth.
But with all your strength, along with the way he treated you—his constant whispers of reassurance and the other things he did to distract you from the temporary pain you were feeling—you went through it and were able to take him in. And spent the most wonderful night and felt the most pleasurable sex you had in your entire life when the pain finally subsided.
Until then, sex had become a daily occurrence—except for times when he was away for a whole week hunt.
"No, 'Teyam. Keep going." You whispered against his lips when it was back on yours again. Wrapping your legs tight around his middle to push all that was left inside of you. "Give me all of you, I can take it." You continued, making him whimper against the kiss, which you greedily swallowed.
After regaining his composure, he sat upright and peeled your legs that were wrapped around him and put a tight grip on the back of your knee, he bent you in half. The shift in his movements made his cock twitch inside you, which you responded to with an approving hum.
He planted his knees on the floor to put himself in a more stable position and moved his hips. He was now going in and out of you, fast and hard—just the way you have wanted it—enough to make you lose yourself with each thrust.
"Fuck—baby, you feel so tight wrapped around me like this. You need to relax." He whimpered, the grip your walls had on his cock making it hard for him to move.
He could feel that you were not even tense, and you were trying your best to relax to accommodate his girth and length. In all technicality, you were just small compared to him, so his size was too big for you, making your walls choke his length even after birth.
You were now a moaning mess, and so was he, his mouth letting out moans of praises—most of them slurred, rather incoherent as he couldn't focus on anything else but on the pleasure he was emitting for the two of you. The tension in your lower abdomen was on fire, and it was accumulating rather quickly.
Neteyam picks up his pace, if it was even possible, and let his eyes roam all over your body—more sounds leaving his mouth as he enjoyed the view he had the privilege to witness.
You looked so beautiful taking him in, and everything else about you was driving him mad and close to release.
He kept on going, and with all the consciousness he could muster, he took a mental note of the current pace and position as your legs trembled against his grip and the moans you let out—moans of his name—became even louder this time. You were close to finishing.
"Teyam, I'm close, baby." You let out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as the pleasure you felt was just too good. The angle of his cock hitting that last strike in you.
He steadied that rhythm until he felt your walls flutter on his cock and you released all over him. It left you in a state of surprise as your eyes flew open to look at the mess you had made.
Neteyam felt it, but he continued thrusting in you. With a satisfied smile now settled on his lips, he engulfed you in a hug and hid his face in the crook of your neck, where he licked and sucked as he released all his load in you, making you feel impossibly full.
As you both caught your breaths, limbs entangled. You felt him collapse into a fit of chuckles against you. With his arms wrapped around you in a hug, he pulled you up with him as he sat on his knees with you on top of him.
"What's so funny, 'Teyam?" you asked, genuinely curious, forgetting what your body had just done.
"What was that, Tanhì? You've never done that before..." He whispered, a cocky smile plastered on his face.
"—I like it." He was quick to recover and get his point across when he saw how heat crept up your face at the way he brought it up. Including the pout that now settled on your lips, feeling rather guilty as you realized everything just now.
The wetness you had made on him—all over his stomach, his thighs, and his cock that was still inside of you—along with his semen that was now seeping out of you.
Everything was wet, including the blanket he splayed out and the floor of your kelku.
Even though his cock was growing soft inside of you, he did not pull out just yet, liking the way your warm cunt hugged him. It did not feel like it was making any difference, though, as he was still just as big. Only that you can now move freely against him.
Leaving a last peck on your nose, "I would love to see you do that again, Tanhì. Let me clean you up, so you can rest," while brushing your hair back with his fingers.
You sighed happily until you heard the cry of your child, not far across from you. Your smile is now turning into a frown—you have been so loud that it woke your child—but Neteyam just grinned widely in response as he let the cries fill his ears.
"On a second thought, can you wait? I'll take care of him, just wait for me, and I'll take care of you too."
ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ, ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ, ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴇᴇᴅʙᴀᴄᴋꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!
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