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NETEYAM x fem!omatikaya!reader

summary: yourself and neteyam were supposed to be mutually over. after some time apart however, he decides he's the only one for you.

tags: 18+ , NSFW , MDNI , smut , toxicity(?)

a/n: UGH FINALLY I FINISHED IT (i'm sorry if this wasn't the best!!)

theme: animals

You sat cross-legged on a woven mat, your own half-finished armband lying forgotten in your lap while Meuia's question poked your sides irritatingly.

"So, he's still hung up on you?" she prodded. She sat next to you in the weavers circle, fiddling with her own article of clothing she had begun making a couple of minutes ago.

Her voice was light, teasing, but her eyes flicked toward you with genuine curiosity. "I saw the way he watched you during the last hunt gathering. Like he wanted to drag you off into the bushes right there."

You let out a slow breath, fingers tightening around the fibrous strands. The memory of Neteyam's lingering stare burned deep in your mind. He hadn’t approached. Not then.

"It's been three weeks," you muttered, voice quiet enough that the other women nearby wouldn't overhear. "Three weeks of silence, and he still acts like I'm his mate. Like I didn't tell him I needed space."

Meuia hummed sympathetically. "He's Neteyam. Future Olo'eyktan. He's used to getting what he wants. And what he wants has always been you." She leaned in a little closer, lowering her voice. "Be careful, yawntu. I heard he chased off Ukyo last night when he tried to walk you home from the river."

Your stomach twisted. Your eyes flicked hesitantly from your needling to her face. "I'm not his anymore," you said firmly. Though, your body would say otherwise. "He can stare and threaten all he wants. I'm done with the arguments, the jealousy, the way he makes me feel like I can’t breathe without his permission."

You sighed heavily through your nostrils, intently weaving and threading more aggressively. Just then, you saw at the corner of your eye, Neteyam himself casually speaking with another warrior at the entrance of the weaving kelku.

You watched him carefully, just behind Meuia. She whispered just underneath her breath. "Be careful, yawntu."

There, at the wide entrance of the kelku, stood Neteyam. Tall, broad-shouldered. He was talking to one of the older hunters, voice low and calm, a polite smile on his face like he belonged there. Like he wasn't invading your space on purpose.

But you knew better. The moment he caught your stare, you looked away, back down to your weaving. He didn't tear his gaze away yet, as Meuia informed you. He watched a moment longer, before walking away with a flicker of fury in his eyes.

The tension in your shoulders eased slightly.

Meuia bumped your knee gently. "He's gone. For now. But how he was looking at you... Eywa, he's not easy to get rid of."

You nodded, swallowing hard. "I know."

The rest of the weaving session dragged. When the circle finally began to disperse, you lingered a few extra minutes, helping tidy the baskets of yarn. Meuia hugged you goodbye with a whispered reminder to stay safe, then slipped off toward her own kelku.

The path home wound through thick foliage, narrow in places, the bioluminescent flora casting soft teal and violet light across the ground. You walked with a quiet purpose, arms wrapped tightly around yourself. You felt off, like something was hanging in the air.

You made it halfway before you heard it. A loud crunch of someone landing just right behind you. Your ears pinned back in fear, and whipped around so fast you though you might've broke your neck.

Neteyam.

You let out a shaky breath, clutching your chest. "Eywa, Neteyam. You scared me. What are you doing here?"

He stood there in the soft glow of the path, towering over you, chest rising and falling with steady, controlled breaths like he hadn't just dropped from a branch above. His dark braids hung loose, a few feathers still tucked in from the day's patrol.

"What am I doing here?" he repeated, voice low. He took one slow step closer, closing the distance until you could feel the heat rolling off his skin. "Making sure you get home safe, yawne. The forest isn't kind to pretty things walking alone at night."

Your brows furrowed a fraction, before you straightened. "I don't need you playing protector anymore."

Neteyam's head tilted slightly as he stepped an inch closer. "It wasn't an option."

You tried to backup but your feet wouldn't move. You were rooted by a force stronger than your head.

"Especially not after Ukyo thinks it's okay for him to try to get inside you." His voice turned dark, the way it did when he was moments away from breaking something.

"Neteyam, seriously? Not every man is like that." You said, crossing your arms.

"Yawne, I'm a man. I know what they're thinking." He spoke, fangs peeking out from under his lips.

You could feel the tension rolling off him. Jealousy so thick it was almost tangible, mixed with that obsessive hunger.

He let his gaze drag slowly down your body, unashamed, lingering on the way your crossed arms pushed your breasts together, on the rapid rise and fall of your chest.

"And I know exactly what I'd be thinking if I were him. How soft your skin feels, how pretty you sound when you're trying not to moan too loud." His fangs flashed again as his lips curled. "And I know he's thinking the same. That's why he doesn't get to walk you home. That's why no one does but me."

"You're being ridiculous," you managed, though your voice had gone quiet. "Ukyo is harmless. He's not… he's not you."

"Exactly." Neteyam's hand finally moved, sliding up from your hip to rest just beneath your crossed arms, his thumb pressing lightly against the underside of your breast. "He's not me. He doesn't know you."

He leaned in until his lips hovered right beside your ear. "I do. And I'm not letting anyone else learn."

You swallowed hard, lips parting slightly. Heat flooded up from your neck to the tips of your ears. You came to your senses before your body could do the thinking for you, so you shoved him back the best you could, palms to his chest.

With that movement, he caught your wrists with ease. "You can keep fighting me, yawne," he growled. "Keep telling me we're done. Keep trying to let other males close. But I'll keep showing up. You can pretend it's meant to be, but you can't stay away from me."

He simply stepped in until your bodies were flush, your palms now trapped against the hard, warm planes of his chest.

"I hate this," you whispered, even as your traitorous body leaned into him. "I hate how you make me feel trapped… and how much I still crave it."

A low, rumbling sound vibrated from his chest. "Then stop running from it."

He released one of your wrists only to slide that hand down your side, delicately tracing your soft skin. Neteyam's head dipped, lips ghosting along your jaw. "I can smell how much your pretty cunt wants me. Dripping for the same man you keep pushing away." His voice dropped even lower. "Tell me to leave and I'll walk away… but we both know you won't mean it."

He finally released your other wrist, both hands settling on your hips now, thumbs hooking under the waistband of your loincloth. He used the leverage to tug you closer, letting the thick, hard length of his cock press against your lower belly through the thin fabric of his tewng.

You felt him poking at your pubic bone, how warm both of you felt down there. You felt a tiny shiver go up your spine at the contact. This was wrong, you shouldn't feel this way for him anymore. He was bad. Bad for you in every way possible. But Eywa, the way your body reacted betrayed every logical thought screaming in your head.

"I know what you're thinking," he murmured against your jaw, lips barely grazing your skin. "That I'm toxic. That I'm possessive." He exhaled slowly, the warm breath sending another shiver down your spine. "And you're right. I am. But I also know exactly how to take care of you. How to make this pretty body sing for me."

His fingers started to delicately remove the straps of your loincloth, his touch sending little lightning sparks through you. The knots came undone with agonizing slowness, each tug of the woven ties deliberate, as if he were unwrapping something sacred.

Your slick had already coated your folds, making them glossy and swollen. Neteyam's amber eyes never left your face as he worked.

"You're shaking," he observed quietly. One hand slid around to cup the bare cheek of your ass, squeezing gently, while the other finally let your loincloth drop completely to the mossy ground at your feet. "So wet already, yawne. Look at you… dripping down your thighs."

He didn't rush to touch you there. Instead, he let his fingers trace the sensitive crease where your thigh met your core, feather-light, teasing the outer lips without parting them.

"I could take you right here," he whispered, lips brushing the shell of your ear as he spoke. "Bend you over this root and fuck you slow until the whole forest hears how pretty you sound when you come on my cock. But I won't. Not yet." His fangs grazed your earlobe. "I want you desperate first. I want you begging. Because when I finally bury myself inside you, I'm going to make it last."

His free hand moved to your woven top, fingers loosening the ties at your shoulders. The fabric slid down your arms, baring your breasts to the cool night air. Your nipples were already tight, aching peaks, and Neteyam let out a low groan at the sight. He cupped one breast in his large palm, thumb circling the sensitive bud without pinching, rolling it slowly until you arched into his touch.

"So perfect," he murmured. "These pretty tits… this soft little cunt… all mine. No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to make you feel like this."

He dipped his head lower, lips finally closing around one nipple. The heat of his mouth was shocking after the cool air, his tongue swirling slow, deliberate circles while his hand kneaded the other breast with just enough pressure to make you whimper. He sucked gently at first, then firmer.

Your hands, now free, came up to clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into the hard muscle as your hips rocked helplessly against nothing. He was being so gentle, so focused on pulling every ounce of pleasure from your body.

Neteyam pulled off your nipple, lips shiny, eyes dark as he looked up at you. "Tell me how it feels," he commanded. "Tell me you don't want anyone else touching you like this. Tell me this skxawng is the only one who can make you this wet."

He slid two thick fingers between your folds then, not pushing inside yet, just spreading your slick, coating them thoroughly while his thumb took over teasing your clit in slow circles.

You moaned softly, thighs pressing together while you leaned into him, his view now only your backside. "N-Neteyam..." The sound of his name on your lips made something dark and satisfied flash across his face.

"That's it, yawne," he whispered. "Let me hear how much you still need me."

You were trembling harder now, legs barely holding you up as you leaned your weight against his chest. Neteyam's free arm wrapped around your lower back, supporting you.

He finally, finally, let one finger press against your entrance, circling it slowly, before pushing in just to the first knuckle. Your hips jerked forward trying to take him deeper, but Neteyam's arm around your back tightened.

"Easy, baby," he growled softly. "I'm going to give you everything you want tonight. But you're going to take it how I give it. Slow."

He pushed the finger in another inch, curling it gently against your inner walls, searching for that spongy spot. When he found it, he curled his finger on it repeatedly, thumb never leaving your clit.

The dual stimulation had you gasping, head falling back as another broken moan slipped out. "Neteyam… please…"

He groaned at the plea, the sound raw and hungry. His cock twitched hard against your belly, leaking steadily now. He didn't grind against you. All his focus stayed on you.

"Such a good girl," he praised, voice low and warm against your ear. He added the second finger slowly, stretching you open while his thumb kept perfect pressure on your clit.

Your moans grew louder, more desperate, hips rocking helplessly into his hand as you clutched at his shoulders. Neteyam watched every second of it, eyes dark with devotion, drinking in the sight of you falling apart under his touch.

He kept you right on the edge for what felt like forever. When your walls started fluttering around his fingers and your moans turned into broken whimpers, Neteyam finally pulled his hand away.

You whined at the loss, but he only shushed you softly, turning you in his arms until your back was to his chest.

"Shh, yawne. I've got you," he whispered, lips brushing the back of your neck. "I'm going to take you now. Just like you need. I want to feel every inch of you while I fuck you into the ground."

He guided you down onto the soft moss and glowing ferns, laying you on your stomach in the prone position. His large body covered yours immediately, one knee gently nudging your thighs apart so he could settle between them. The weight of him was perfect, warm and protective as he pressed his chest to your back.

You felt the thick, hot head of his cock nudge against your soaked entrance, sliding through your folds before he finally pushed in.

Neteyam groaned deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he bottomed out. "Fuck… so tight, so perfect for me," he praised. "Taking me so well, baby. Look at you… letting me fill you up again like you were never gone."

He stayed buried deep for a long moment, letting you adjust to his size, one hand sliding under your body to cup your breast while the other braced beside your head. Something about the way his bicep flexed just beside your head made your head spin.

Then he started moving. Slow, deep rolls of his hips that dragged his cock along every sensitive spot inside you. He kept his pace steady and deep, grinding against you on every downstroke so his pelvis rubbed perfectly against your ass and his cock kissed that sweet spot inside you.

You moaned, arching your back further up into him, pushing your ass back to meet every thrust. "Ngh- Fuck, Neteyam-" You groaned into his forearm, the sound muffled.

"That's my girl," Neteyam groaned low in your ear as he rolled his hips again. "Listen to you… moaning my name while I'm buried so deep inside this pretty cunt. You feel that? Feel how perfectly you take me?"

His thrusts stayed slow but heavy, each one grinding down so the tip of his cock pressed lovingly on that sweet spot inside you.

"Such a good girl for me," he praised, lips brushing the sensitive skin behind your ear with every word. "Arching so pretty for me, pushing back on my cock like you can't get enough. You're soaking me, yawne… dripping down my balls because you need this so bad. Need me."

He kept the rhythm controlled, never rushing, letting the pleasure build slowly, until your moans turned into desperate, broken whimpers.

"You're doing so well," he murmured hotly. "Taking every inch like you were made for me. This tight little pussy is mine… only mine. No one else gets to feel how you clench around them. No one else gets to hear these pretty sounds."

Your legs started to shake, that warm spot deep in your stomach began to burn brighter. And of course he sensed it.

"Come on, baby," he growled softly against your neck, fingers searching to tease your clit. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come all over my cock. Be my good girl and squeeze me tight while I fuck you through it."

You arched the best you could, unsure if you were trying to escape the overwhelming sensation or chase it deeper. "Neteyam- Oh fuck!"

The pleasure crested hard. Your walls clamped down around his thick cock as the orgasm crashed through you. A loud cry tore from your throat, muffled into his forearm as your entire body shuddered beneath him. Your slick gushed around his length, soaking his balls and the moss beneath you while your cunt pulsed and fluttered.

Neteyam groaned deeply, the sound satisfied, but he didn't stop. He kept fucking you through it, ensuring he dragged out every ounce of your orgasm he could.

"That's it… good girl, good fucking girl," he praised, voice rough and passionate. "Come so pretty for me. Look at you, shaking and squeezing my cock like you never want me to leave. So fucking perfect."

You cried out, he wouldn't stop, not for a second. You sank your teeth into his forearm, trying to muffle your sounds.

"You feel so good," he whispered, voice thick with devotion. "So tight and wet and mine. I could stay buried in you forever, yawne."

He rocked his hips back and forth, sliding in and out of you with ease now that your slick had coated both himself and you. He started to chase his own high now, mercilessly, with little regard to your being.

"Neteyam… s'too much,” you whimpered into his forearm, teeth still faintly indented in his skin from where you'd bitten down.

He hummed low against the back of your neck, lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "Shh. I know what you can take. You're doing so good for me… taking every inch like you were made for this cock."

He shifted his weight slightly, spreading your thighs wider with his knees. His hand under you moved, fingers finding your swollen clit again. He rubbed faster this time, forcing you to reach your peak faster than intended.

"Listen to those pretty sounds," he murmured, fangs grazing your shoulder. "You're dripping all over me again. Such a messy little thing when you're desperate."

Your hips twitched helplessly beneath him, trying to push back for more even as your mind spun with how wrong this was. But Eywa, the way he filled you… the way he knew exactly how to undo you… it was impossible to hate.

Neteyam's breath hitched when your walls clenched around him particularly hard. "Fuck… there it is. You're getting close again, aren't you? This tight cunt is fluttering so sweetly for me." He pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. "Tell me, baby. Tell me who this pussy belongs to. Say it while you come on my cock."

You shook your head weakly, even as tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. The quick grinding pace was driving you insane. Every thrust driven like he was savoring the way you fell apart beneath him.

He chuckled darkly into your back. "Stubborn as always. That's okay… I'll fuck the truth out of you." He braced himself with both hands braced on either sides of you, driving in and out of you harder. He was now pounding into you, sending you sliding forward with each contact with his pelvis.

"Neteyam-ah!" The sound tore from your throat, as he bottomed out again and again, the thick head of his cock kissing that sensitive spot deep inside.

He growled low behind you. "That's right, yawne. Say my name. Let me hear how much you need this." His voice was rougher now. "You're taking me so well… look at you. Such a good girl, letting me fuck you exactly how you need it."

Your thighs shook violently, knees digging into the moss as you tried to push back against him, chasing more even while your mind screamed that this was dangerous, that you were letting him pull you back in.

But your body betrayed you completely. Slick coated his cock, your inner walls fluttering and clenching around his length with every deep stroke. You were trapped beneath his larger frame, unable to do anything but feel every inch of him claiming you.

The coil in your stomach wound tighter and tighter, heat flooding every limb until you felt like you might shatter. Your moans turned into desperate, broken whimpers. Neteyam’s pace quickened just a fraction chasing right after you

"Fuck- Come for me-" He whined, his resolve cracking underneath the pressure. "Please- fuck, come with me."

"Neteyam-ah! Fuck!" The cry ripped from your throat while he pounded mercilessly into you.

He groaned, needy. "I know, baby… I know. But you can take it." His hand rubbed fast on your clit. "Come for me. Right now. Please-fuck, come with me. I need to feel you milk my cock when I fill you up."

The plea in his voice, so unlike the controlled person he usually was, shattered the last of your resistance.

Your second orgasm was not far behind, and crashed over you like a huge wave. Pleasure ripped through every inch of your body.

Fresh slick gushed around his length, soaking him completely as your cunt spasmed wildly, milking him with desperate contractions. Your entire frame shook beneath him, legs kicking weakly, toes curling into the moss.

Neteyam;s rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as your release triggered his own. "Fuck-yes-good girl-fuuuuck!" he snarled, burying himself to the hilt with one thrust. His cock throbbed hard inside you as thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your fluttering walls.

He ground against you through it all, hips rolling in short circles to push every drop as deep as possible, marking you from the inside like the obsessed male he was.

Low, broken groans spilled from his lips against your neck, his braids falling around your face as he shuddered above you. For several long heartbeats, the only sounds were your ragged breathing and the soft, distant chirps of the forest.

He didn't pull out right away. Instead, he stayed buried deep, softening slowly inside you while he pressed open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and the nape of your neck.

"So perfect," he whispered hoarsely, and something dangerously soft. "My beautiful yawne… you came so hard for me. Look at you, full of my cum. No one else will ever make you feel like this. No one else gets to have you."

Neteyam nuzzled into the crook of your neck, breathing you in deeply like he could never get enough.

"Stay with me tonight,” he murmured against your skin, lips brushing your pulse point. "Don't go back to your kelku. Let me hold you… let me take care of you the way only I can. You know no one else will ever love you like this."

You closed your eyes, too exhausted and pleasure-drunk to argue. Tomorrow the fighting would probably start again. The way he made you feel both cherished and trapped. But tonight, his arms locked around you like he'd never let go, you let yourself sink into the dangerous comfort of him.

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NETEYAM x fem!metkayina!reader

summary: you give neteyam his very first handjob next to his sleeping family.

tags: 18+ , NSFW , MDNI , smut , handjob , exhibitionism

a/n: a small oneshot cus i feel bad for not posting

theme: not around

Everyone else had finally passed out. Jake snoring lightly in the far corner, Neytiri curled around Tuk, Lo'ak sprawled like a starfish, and Kiri breathing slow and deep beside them.

You and Neteyam were supposed to be sleeping too. Instead, you were pressed close in the narrow space that had become "your spot" since you started staying over more often.

His long body was warm against yours, skin still carrying the salt of the ocean from today's swim. By now his breathing was already uneven.

Your hand had slipped under his loincloth seconds ago, fingers wrapping around his cock for the very first time. He was thick, hot, and already leaking at the tip. You started with one slow stroke, feeling his soft and warm skin over your soft palm.

"Fuck-wait—" he whispered. His hips twitched hard before he forced them still, one hand flying down to grip your wrist.

You bit your lip, smiling shyly even though heat was blooming between your legs. "Shh… they're right there," you breathed.

Your thumb brushed over the slick head, spreading the wetness, and Neteyam's breath hitched. "S'fine… I got it," he muttered. His ears were pinned back, tail flicking once against the mat. "Just… go slow, yeah? I-ngh-"

You stroked him again, a little firmer this time. His head tipped back, mouth falling open, and the quietest whine slipped out before he could stop it.

"Haah-shit… please…"

It was so unlike the mighty warrior Neteyam everyone knew. He kept biting his lip hard enough you worried he'd draw blood, eyes squeezed shut like he was fighting not to fall apart.

Every time you sped up even a fraction, his hips would jerk forward involuntarily, chasing your fist. His free hand often gripped your wrist, not quite stopping though. "Too much-wait, fuck, that feels-don't stop, please don't stop-"

You were trembling too. The sounds he was making, those whiny moans he couldn't quite keep quiet, were making you ache. You could feel yourself getting wetter just from listening to him.

He turned his face into your neck, panting against your skin. "I'm- I can't- you're gonna make me-" His voice cracked. "Baby, I'm close already, I- haah- fuck, I'm sorry, I wanted to last-"

You whispered softly, eyes locked on where your hand met his cock, "It's okay… let go. I want to hear you."

Neteyam’s hips stuttered, a low, needy groan vibrating against your throat as he came hard. "Ohhhh... fuck-"

Hot, pulsing stripes that painted his own stomach. He tried so hard to stay quiet, but little broken whimpers kept spilling out, his whole body shaking against yours.

When he finally slumped, breathing ragged, he let out one last soft, embarrassed whine. "…I was supposed to be cool about that," he mumbled, shy.

You smiled, and pressed a kiss to his temple. "You were really hot when you stopped trying."

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