Stepbrother Neteyam X Reader from this request
⚠️minors DNI⚠️ this is your ONE warning
Warnings: Stepbrother smut, dom neteyam, squirting, p in v, p eating, vulgar language, teasing, bulge kink, orgasm denial.
Word count: 3k
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“Ouch” you yelp. Rolling your shoulder under your hand. Sparring was especially difficult today. For the first time in months you met your match. Your opponent aggressively threw you on your shoulder, causing a dull pain in your muscle.
A massage would be amazing right now. You thought to yourself. Leaning your head back, you continued to work the muscles. The ache slowly dissipates. Your head turning at a slight sound coming from outside your family hut. Your two adoptive brothers, walking in at once.
“Hey sis!” Lo’ak say. Flashing you a smile while he put his hunting gear on its racks. You send him a soft smile, the pain in your arm too intense to spark a conversation.
Your eldest brother Neteyam noticed your discomfort.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. His smile, fading due to his little sister being in pain.
“Sparring” was all you had to say. The boys knew full and well how intense those sessions can be and your father never went easy on any of you.
“You’re so.. frail” Lo’ak laughs. Holding his belly as you massage your aching shoulder. Neteyam finds no humor in his brother's ignorance. Shoving him in the shoulder to get him to ease up on you.
“Shut up Lo’ak” Neteyam says. Lo’ak rocked back on his heels holding his hands up in defense.
“Remember when you got knocked out by Liaia?” Neteyam teases. Causing Lo’aks smirk to fall, his expression serious.
“Yeah.. that’s what I thought” Neteyam retorts. Crossing his arms over his chest.
Liaia wasn’t the best warrior. In fact, she was considered weak amongst her peers and somehow she managed to knock Lo’ak out cold during his sparring session. To this day no one will allow him to live it down. You giggled watching the exchange between your brothers. Your fingers finding your mouth to stop your laugh.
“Whatever, that doesn’t even count” Lo’ak says rolling his eyes. Before storming out of the hut.
Neteyam turns to you, shaking his head, flashing you a delicate smile. Sitting down next to you while you continued to soothe your sore arm.
“Thanks” you say, smiling at him.
“Eh.. no need to thank me. We all know Lo’ak is a squawng, he’s got no room to call someone frail” he giggles. His eyes falling to your shoulder.
“Need some help? It looks painful” he says. Leaning his body over slightly to see the dark purple bruises forming against your blue skin.
Your eyes move to where he was looking, shaking your head at his proposal.
“It’s all good, I got this. Thank you though” you say.
“Ya know, I’ve had my fair share of being knocked down. I know the perfect remedy” Neteyam says. Standing to his feet. Making his way across the hut to the table that held your medicines.
He looked around the shelves before he found what he needed. Grabbing thrones from a flower and a fine powder.
“Ah.. here it is” he says. Turning as he made his way back to where you sat.
“Here, let me see” he says motioning for you to turn to him. Grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. You cower under his touch, the sudden contact of his fingers on your skin making you nervous.
“I said it’s okay Te” you say. Scooting away from him. Back to your place.
In one swift move he pulls you back to him. Holding your firmly by your hips to keep you in place.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll be quick. I promise” he says. Grabbing the tools next to him and getting to work.
His fingers worked swiftly, almost like he’s done this a dozen times. There was such focus on his expression that his lips pursed together, being careful not to prick himself with the thorns. Dipping the pointed end into the power and lifting it up to your skin.
“Okay, this doesn’t hurt. It just stings a bit. Just.. don’t move” he says. The sharp thorn just inches from your skin. You nod your head, turning away, afraid to look. Neteyam took a deep breath. Poking your shoulder with the thorn. It hurt like hell, your body automatically reacting to the sting. You jumped, your hand flying to your shoulder as you glared towards Neteyam.
“You said it wouldn’t hurt!” You yell, shoving him in the shoulder. Neteyam couldn’t help but laugh. If he told you it would hurt, he knew you would refuse him to help you. Which is why he found it necessary to tell a little white lie.
“Come on y/n.. it’s not that bad!” He giggled, a large smile on his lips.
You huffed returning to your place. Just from that prick alone, you already felt some relief.
“Just hurry up” you seethe. Turning your head once more while Neteyam pricks you many times over. Moving quickly like you asked.
The pain caused your breath to pick up, little beads of sweat dripped from your forehead. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, you were a sucker for pain and this caused you ultimate discomfort. Uncontrollable moans left your mouth as he worked you. His ears couldn’t ignore the delicate sounds that came out of your mouth. He found his eyes wondering, staring at your heaving chest, the thought of how soft your skin was under his touch crossed his mind. Excitement coursed through him as his naughty mind played tricks on him. She is my sister. He thought to himself. Guilt filling him, his thoughts taking over.
As you shifted under him during the final prick, it snapped him out of his trance. Blinking quickly, removing his hands from your damp skin. He rose to his feet, shuffling to the other end of the room to return the medicines to their place. When he turned around, he was met with the most shocking sight.
Removing your chest piece and throwing it to the floor, you turn to grab your towel preparing for a bath. Neteyams eyes widened as he watched your breasts bounce with every move you made. His hands flew to his eyes as he panicked.
“Y/n! W-what the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled. Pacing back and forth, trying to escape your naked chest.
Your head snapped in his direction. Confusing filling your expression as you watch your panicked older brother covering his eyes.
“What?” You say obliviously. Casually covering yourself with your bathing cloth.
“Y-you're naked!” He says. You looked down at your body, still not understanding where the panic is coming from.
“Uh Te.. we’ve seen each other naked countless times.. we’re siblings” you say. Ignoring his behavior and grabbing the rest of your things to leave the hut.
“Yeah.. when we were like six! I can’t see you.. like… that!” He exclaimed. Holding his hand out to your body.
“What do you mean.. like that?” You say, pushing your hip out, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You know! Don’t make me explain” he yells.
You watched him, waiting for the perfect time to time your attack. Smirking at his discomfort. His hands slowly began to lower from his face. His eyes coming into view.
“You mean.. like this!” You shout. Opening your towel and exposing your naked body once more. Giggling while Neteyam cowered again, shielding his eyes from your body.
Heat radiated through his body, his stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of you naked in front of him. He wanted to rip that thin fabric from your skin, pinning you under him as he shows you just how dangerous your behavior actually was. He wanted to feel your pussy flutter on his cock, wanting nothing more than to be the reason you screamed his name. The thought of you not being blood related to him, arousing him further.
You continued to tease him. Swaying your hips back and forth while you held the towel open. Closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out mockingly. Neteyam lowers his hands from his face once more. Your breasts swinging back and forth in front of him, solidifying what he was going to do to you.
In one quick move he takes a long stride to you. Grabbing you by your throat, causing you to let go of the cloth. Your eyes flew open, your breath caught in your throat as he squeezed your vein. Your vision becoming blurry from the pressure. His eyes changed from his normal gold to green with slits for pupils. Fear rang through your body at the sight of him. Pulling your hands up to his that clasped around your petite jugular.
“Te-“ you breathe. But were stopped by him applying more pressure to your neck, pulling up against your jaw slightly so that you were forced to look him in the eyes.
“You’ve made a mistake” he seethes. His breath hitting against your face.
Your eyes widen in fear as he leans down until his lips are level with your ear. His hot breath brushing across your skin, sending a shock down your spine.
“You have no idea.. how hard and how fast I’m going to fuck you” he whispers.
The words that left his mouth confirmed for you that he’s lost his mind. Fuck you? His sister? Even though you weren’t his blood, it still didn’t change the fact that you grew up as siblings.
“Neteyam!” You attempt to shout as you claw at his hands. Attempting to pull them from your throat, you become light headed. The panic settled in full force. Desperation covered your expression.
“What? You don’t want me to?” He asks. Pushing his face closer to yours. His lips brushing lightly against the soft pink flesh under your nose. Your nose filled with his scent, eyes rolling to the back of your head as if it was intoxicating you. Your body slowly betrays you, feeling yourself submitting to him.
Pushing the thoughts out of your head. You plead with him.
“I-I’m your sister” you exclaim. Pushing your hips into his to create more distance between your bodies. Neteyam shook his head. A devious grin spreading across his face.
“Not by blood baby, I could take his little pussy of yours.. and I still wouldn’t be breaking any rules” he says. Putting his leg between yours. Pushing his knee up into your exposed pussy. A moan left your mouth at the pressure, your pussy involuntarily leaking your fluid onto his thigh.
Looking down at his leg between yours he can see his knee glistening from your slick. His smile spreads wider along his lips. Looking back up to you.
“Hmm, looks like your body is telling me I can do what I want” he laughs. Pushing his knee further into your cunt. Earning himself another moan.
“Uhh! Neteyam.. Te please, don’t do this” you cry. Tears welling up in your eyes. The more he pushed the weaker you got. And you couldn’t help those instincts. After all, you were in fact not related to this man. The thought crossed your mind once more as your pussy throbbed under his knee. Arousal filling your chest with the friction. Rocking your hips slightly, despite your words to him. You couldn’t deny that the feeling of him pressed into you felt entirely too good.
“Let me” he said. Planting soft kisses to your cheek and jawline. His fingers loosening around your neck. Cupping the back of it while he leaned down to pepper slow kisses against your skin.
You melted under his touch, your hands pinned to your sides. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while he assaulted your neck. His other hand began to roam down your collarbone, his fingers brushing against your erect nipple just slightly. Your breath hitched in your throat.
Your head fell to the side, allowing him full access to your neck. He took it as his invitation in, nibbling slightly on your skin. His kisses becoming sloppy as you submit to him. His breathing picked up, his breathes becoming irregular and more ragged. His arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach while his hands explored your soft skin.
“Im going to fuck you so good” he whimpered. Cupping your thighs in his hands. Pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You no longer put up a fight, you wanted this now just as much as he did. His efforts paying off. Turning to absolute jelly for him.
Guiding you over to the large bed that sat in the corner. Lowering you down until your back hit the soft fur pelts under you. Your hands draped around his neck for stability. Grabbing your nimble fingers in his pins your hands above your head. Eyeing your down body all the way down to your toes. His cock twitched at the sight of his baby sister under him, the thought of him destroying you filling his head. Licking his lips he ducks down to take a nipple into his mouth, swirling the soft bud with the flat of his tongue. Working your skin, causing blood to rush to the surface.
“Uhh” you whimper under him. Watching him while he sucks your sensitive skin. You squeezed your thighs together to create more friction. Your body aching at the scene below you. Your core quivering as his tongue scent shock waves through your belly. Making your womb feel empty, yearning for it to be filled.
Coming off your nipple with a pop. He clashes his lips against yours. Feeling the supple skin for the first time, his tongue broke through the border. Parting your lips as he danced his tongue along yours, you returned in. Pushing up into him.
Neteyam pushes your legs apart with his. Snaking his leg in between your moist center. Wiggling his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock against your aching folds. You soaked his loincloth immediately, the sensation causing him to whine his hips in circles. Applying more pressure to your pussy with every stroke.
You turned into a whimpering mess under him. Wanting him to take you, to punish you for being so bold.
“Neteyam.. please” you whimper as your lips break free. Your eyes pleading with him to do what he wanted to do with you.
“What baby?” He asks. Dipping his head, peppering soft kisses on your skin. Lowering himself until he reaches your navel. Pushing your hips off the cot, you force the space closed between you. Whimpering as he traveled further down your body. Leaving a trail of spit along the way.
“Please…” you attempt. Your mind is clouding with all the possibilities.
Neteyam came up from your body. His arm muscles flexed while he held himself up.
“I need you to say it” he demands. Refusing you any contact until you finally begged for him.
You pause for a minute. Embarrassed to ask your adoptive brother to fuck you senseless, until you came all over him. As many times as he made you.
“Say it” he spit. Running his hand down your thighs. Making sure to miss your most sensitive area. This action sent you over the edge.
“Uh! Fuck me!” you moan. Squirming under him.
Just then a hard hand came down on your cunt. Your skin stung at the contact, causing you to wince but it quickly turned into pleasure.
“Ask nicely” he spits. Slapping your cunt once more.
“Ah! Fuck.. pretty please, please fuck me!” You yelp. Your fingers gripped the soft fur below you. Satisfied with your change in demeanor. He grins, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your cunt. Easing the pain with his soft lips.
“Mhm, that’s a good girl” he coos. Before licking a long stripe on your pussy. Starting from your entrance and working his tongue all the way to your clit. Coming up, a long string of spit hung from his tongue, connecting him to your pussy. Dipping back down, he took your wet folds into his mouth. Flattening his tongue on the sensitive skin, spreading your lips apart with it.
His tongue delivered fast feather-like licks on your clit. You tried closing his head in your thighs but he grabbed them, pulling apart. Holding them open with his hands. He licked your clit with precision. Moaning into you as you cover his chin with your juices.
“You taste so good” he says between licks. “So sweet” he says.
“Te! Y-you’re gunna make me cum” you moan. Bucking your hips into his face trying to chase your own high. Neteyam closes his lips around your swollen clit, sucking harshly as you reach your orgasm. Your hands flew to his hair, bucking harder while you fuck his face. Your coil, ready to snap any second.
Grabbing your hands from his hair he pulls up suddenly. Denying you your release.
“Fuck! No! I was so close” you cry.
“I know baby, but I want to feel you” he says. Ripping his loincloth off his body. Throwing it to the floor, out of sight.. out of mind.
Taking his hand, he runs his hand down your cunt. Scooping up your thick juices and rubbing it along his shaft. Coating himself with your slick. Positioning himself at your center, Neteyam rubs his cock up and down your slit. Moaning at the contact. Pushing in just slightly before he leans down to face you.
“Is this pussy mine?” He asks. Pushing a little more of himself into you. Your head fell back, your hands gripping his waist. Digging your nails into his skin.
“Uh! Yes!” You moan. Pushing into him for more.
“Yeah? Tell me baby” he said. Pulling himself out of you. Torturing your hole, denying you of any contact.
“Yes! It’s yours, this pussy is yours!” You moan.
He slammed his entire length into you at your words. Filling you all the way to your womb. His bulge is clear as day just below your navel. A low guttural moan escaping his chest, pushing his pelvis completely into you. He pulls out once more. Delivering a firm thrust into you. The tightness of your cunt causing him to whimper above yours.
“Mmm.. yes *thrust* all mine *thrust*.. all mine” he moans. His head fell forward into your neck. His pace was slow and firm. He wanted to feel every inch, every groove of your walls swallow him. You pussy fluttered on his length, making his head spin. The hut filled with the sounds of slapping skin and the wet squelching noises of your pussy.
Your hands roamed his torso, finding his plump glutes. Pushing him further into you.
“Fuck.. oh fuck” you moan. Pushing your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. You look down to see where you connected with him. Watching while he slowly disappeared inside you. The sights threatening your pussy to cum all over him.
“Uh! Faster! Faster please, I’m gunna cum” you declare. Thrusting into him.
Without question he picks up his pace. Chasing his own high. His hips snapped into you aggressively, your body bouncing under him. Your breasts rubbed against his chest. That familiar coil returns, feeling your high quickly approaching. Reaching down between the two of you, you find your clit. Rubbing small circles on the soft bud. Neteyam looked down to see you abusing your own cunt. Pulling your leg up by the thigh, you create more room for his brutal assault against your pelvis. Rubbing yourself vigorously. Desperate to cum.
“Oh yeah baby.. play with that pussy” he moans. His deep voice sending you over the edge. Feeling your walls fluttering around his cock.
“I-I’m gunna cum.. make me cum” you whimper. Mouth hanging open. Feeling his hard cock pulse inside you. His high was approaching just as fast.
“Come with me” he says. Pushing up off the ground, coming up on his knees. He gripped under your thigh. Pulling it up to your chest as you held the other up for him. Your beautiful breasts making him quiver. He couldn’t help the uncontrollable moans that left his mouth anymore. The sight being all too much for him to handle. His orgasm coming.
“Oh I’m gunna cum” he says. His eyes never leaving your body.
“Me too.. me too” you say breathlessly. Both of your abdomens tighten as your orgasm hits you both ten fold. Pulling out of you, Neteyam pumps his member, long thick ropes of cum landing on your belly as you squirt all over him. Your pussy contracting while your orgasm crashed through your core. Shaking uncontrollably while it takes over you.
“Oh yeahhh.. cum baby” he moans. His head falling back as the last of his seed spills from the head of his cock. Going limp under him, body twitching from your squirting orgasm. Both of you soaked from your juices. Neteyam delivered one last pump to his member before letting go. Too sensitive to keep touching himself. His cock jumping as his high left his body. Panting above you, looking down at his soaked torso and legs.
“Fuck baby.. so naughty for me” he moans. Leaning down to kiss your inner thigh.
“You’re mine now”