Summary: a few weeks after yours and Neteyamâs first sexual experience, itâs Valentineâs Day. And you show Neteyam what that means in the best way possible.
Tags: soft smut, sub(ish) Neteyam, riding, cockwarming at the end ig, tsaheylu AHH, also fluff
A/n: although im not the biggest fan of Valentineâs Day (i js personally donât understand why thereâs one day of the year dedicated to loving your partner- that should be happening everyday imođ) I love the idea of reader being able to teach Neteyam what it means, since she grew up in TAP she obvs knows. Anyway this is also gonna be cute and fluffyđ¤
You didnât even know that it was valentineâs day until you overheard some of the human scientists speaking about it,
It sparks some memories from TAP, you and your Sarentu siblings were taught briefly about it. The day of love is what itâs known as, it sounds nice. At least if you have somebody to love.
You had never had that pleasure, until now.
Yes, thatâs right. You love Neteyam, after grappling with unknown feelings these last months, youâve finally been able to label it all with one word.
He doesnât know, and you werenât planning on telling him at all. Especially not when you feel like heâs giving mixed signals.
And he also has the reputation of being the most flirty boy in the clan.
But then you began to doubt your choice of not telling him. Especially on valentines day, itâs the most perfect time to do it.
And the atmosphere between the both of you has shifted ever since what happened last week, where you both experimented sexually for the first time..
You find Neteyam sat lazily against a tree stump, eating some sort of brightly coloured fruit.
The way his lips curl around it as juices drip down his chin somehow catches your attention, and as you watch for just a moment- his eyes dart up to see you.
âWell hello sarentu..â his tone is teasing, and a sly smirk appears on his face at the fact that he caught you.
Youâre snapped out of your trance and immediately straighten up, a light blush creeps onto your cheeks as embarrassment sets in.
âUh- hi?â You try to play it off as if you werenât just completely entranced at the fact that Neteyam was eating some basic fruit.
He rolls his eyes and a low laugh leaves him,
âI know you were staring yawne, if you wanted some so badly you couldâve just askedâ
Your eyes widen as his bluntness,
âI didnât realise I was being that obviousâ you smile sheepishly before taking a step closer.
He eyes trail over you in a way that makes you shiver, and you decide to take a seat next to him. Close, but not close enough for your thighs to be touching.
Before you can even ask, he places one of the fruits in your hand like he read your mind.
You take a careful bite while quickly glancing at him from the corner of your eyes. You open your mouth to speak but he beats you too it.
âYou are finding this awkward, correct? After what happened..â he trails off, seeing no need to explain since you were obviously there.
A breathy laugh escapes you and you automatically shake your head,
âWell, I mean yeah I guess? Itâs just been..â you shrugs, âI donât know, weird..â
He listens intently, looking at your expression to gauge whether you regret it or not.
âI hope you do not regret it-â
Neteyam gets cut off by you,
âNo, Eywa, no I would never regret that.â you look down to avoid eye contact, he smiles in triumph and gains some confidence back.
âWell I would hope to think it will happen again soon..â his obvious playfulness begins to ease the tension in the air.
Your eyes widen immediately and you whack his arm,
âNeteyam!â you whisper-shout, due to people hunting nearby.
He rubs his arm, pretending to be hurt, âPaskalin, I am just kidding..â he then laughs and takes another small bite of his fruit. You do the same while rolling your eyes.
âWell anyway, I came to speak to you about something.. non related to the incidentâ you begin, and his ears twitch in interest.
Before he can ask what exactly it is, you continue, âitâs valentines day today!â A genuine smile appears on your face.
His face, however, is pure confusion. You stifle a laugh and he notices- his eyebrows now furrowing.
âWhat?â
You then laugh, unable to hold it in any longer and then explain.
âItâs a day.. of love basically. I was taught about it in TAP, itâs a day on earth where partners show their love even more for each otherâ your voice quietness and you become shy.
His back straightens immediately and he takes a moment to process that, are you telling him that you love him?
Thatâs what he automatically assumes of course, and you immediately notice his freezing so you decide to just break the ice.
âNeteyam, I love you. No, in fact.. I se-â Neteyam gently places his hand on your cheek and kisses you.
Itâs slow, steady and testing the limits.
But then he pulls away, resting his forehead right against yours.
He murmurs against your lips, âdonât say that.. not yet.. not hereâ
Light giggles fill the air as Neteyam leads you somewhere, he hasnât told you yet and it has you interested.
â.. âteyam where are you taking me?â You exclaim excitedly while practically being dragged along through the dense forest of the Omatikaya.
âShh.. yawne we are almost there-â
He then suddenly pushes past a large set of vines, and youâre met with a sight that makes you freeze.
The tree of souls.
When Neteyam realises youâre no longer moving, he turns to look at your expression.
âHey, sarentu, you okay hm?â He teases gently before stepping closer to you, his arm instinctively snaking around your waist.
Your eyes are still blown wide in amazement and you stare at the beauty of it all.
âYes.. oh Eywa yes- im more than okayâ you assure him, and then take a slow step forward.
He leads you in, until youâre both stood underneath the long, iridescent tendrils of the tree.
His hand moves down to the small of your back, the spot just above where you tail extends from your body.
You look up to gaze into his eyes, you can see the mix of nervousness but excitement for what you both knew was coming.
He plants a quick gently kiss onto your forehead, and so you take that as a signal to finally touch him back and you wrap your arms around his shoulders.
âsarentu.. I have been waiting to say this to you.â he begins and you nod eagerly, eyes wide with hope.
âI love you, and it feels like everything seems to have happened perfectly today. Maybe this is a good thing about the demons valentines day..â
You smile as a harsh blush creeps up your neck, you look down to the ground as a huffed laugh leaves you.
âit seems it has..â
Youre once again shocked by him as his fingers approach the ties of your tweng.
âyou want this, yes?â He double checks quickly, and when you immediately reply with a breathy yes and multiple nods of your head, he takes that as a single to start.
But then you place a soft hand on his chest and look up and down, staring for more than a second at the obvious tent down below.
âI want to try something..â
Neteyam lies against the soft, plushed leaves of the forest floor while you gently lift and lower your hips against his thick cock.
The hits against your cervix every bounce keep you alert and sends shocks of immense pleasure through you.
Begrudged groans exit Neteyamâs body, and he struggles to keep his hips planted to the ground.
Your hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in deeply to the skin but not yet drawing blood.
As you hit yet another mind blowing spot inside you, your back arches and your tail immediately wraps around Neteyamâs thigh.
He hums in approval and keeps his palms strictly on your hips, tightening noticeably when you arch and the angle changes.
The coil inside you in pulled taut, about to snap but just needs that small push.
And Neteyam can sense that.
Ever so carefully, his hand reaches around to clasp your kuru in his fingers, he runs his hand up and down the thick braid and it has you shivering.
â.. âTeyamâ what are you doing?â the nerves begin to settle, as you both know what heâs about to do is something utterly irreversible.
And will seal both of your fates forever.
He reaches past his shoulder to grab his kuru, and brings the both of your close together. The pink, twisting tendrils reach out to each other in need.
Your bouncing slows down, coming to a complete halt when your kuruâs finally combine.
A wave of every single emotion each of you are feeling passes through the both of you.
Pleasure, pain, yearning, anger, memories.
You can see it all.
And itâs magical, itâs a feeling youâve never ever felt before, and itâs also overwhelming.
So overwhelming that you canât seem to hold yourself up another and fall onto Neteyamâs chest.
Neteyamâs hand automatically comes to rest against your back and rubs soothing circles. His pupils are blown wide due to the tsaheylu and yours are the exact same.
You have no words, and open your mouth to try and speak but a breathy moan exits instead. As more and more pleasure builds up, Neteyam decides to give an experimental buck of his hips.
It sets you off and the ecstasy comes washing over you, starting in your core and progressing to everywhere. Easily the best orgasm you have ever had, and you got to share it with Neteyam.
He follows shortly after, thick spurts of rope filling your inner walls in the most beautiful way, a way you would and could never forget.
Neteyam is shocked by how much pleasure youâre both experiencing. He had heard things about the bond, but never anticipated feeling this connected. And he loves it.
He wishes he could stay this close to you all of the time, but he knows thatâs not the case.
As you begin to settle from your high, he strokes your cheek while looking at your blow out pupils. He moves his hand to gently push away a few stray strands of hair.
You watch him, entranced. Itâs like you can feel everything thatâs going through him right now.
You canât hear it, and canât even place a word to describe it. You can just feel him.
Your bodies are both still connected, but none of your make the effort to separate. Not while youâre like this.
And so you rest, still joined through tsaheylu, you both take this time to relish in the first experience of your now mated relationship.
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Girlie please I need whiny and moany and subby neteyam so much,you write him so goodđđđ
OO YESđŠ the way I ran to fucking write this!, and tysm, baby love<3
Not proof read!! Sorry if thereâs errors honeys
Warnings: p n v, riding, overstimulation, teyam starts to cry a lil bit bc heâs so overwhelmed, reader is mean, dom!reader, sub!teyam, and i think thatâs it. Lmk if I missed anything, enjoy<3
Dividers by ~ @cafekitsune
It was hard at first for Neteyam to feel comfortable enough around you to be submissive, but once you got the âgo-aheadâ he turns into complete putty in your hands once you take control.
Youâve been riding him for what seems like hours, your soft, velvety walls milking him of all heâs worth as he cums inside of you pathetically because itâs just too good:(.
His big hands travel all over your plush curves, his way of desperately trying to tell you to slow down. And even when he does speak up all that comes out is a choked out whimper or broken moan.
âAwh..but tey I thought you wanted this?, poor boy canât handle when mommy uses you? How pathetic.â Heâd be so embarrassed after hearing the low whine that comes from his mouth after you say that, cock twitching and drooling inside of you just because of your voice.
The more the cruel, soft coos leave your mouth plump lips the more his eyes would start to burn with tears, biting down on his bottom lip so hard blood starts pouring from it;which you lick up eagerly.
Heâd ask you so nicely for permission to cum whenever heâs close too, babyboy would be babbling complete nonsense but heâs really trying so hard to be a good boy for you:(, and the little huff thatâd come from him when you deny him too, ugh. He would just squeeze your hips/ass/ or tits in frustration, and get even more frustrated when that gets him even closer.
âYawne, p-please..please I-..wanna..cum, please~â heâd plead with you shakily, using all of his power to form a single sentence so he can fill your tight cunt with his hot, sticky cum. All you do is laugh though, leaning in to wrap you arms around his neck, pressing your soft tits against his toned chest. A sensation that makes him groan deeply. âMhm..not yet. Iâm so so close so just hold on a little longer, âKay?âŚ.good.â Youâd coo before placing a loving kiss on his nose.
A small frown adorns his lips when you deny him, looking up at you with the most pathetic tear filled doe eyes youâve ever seen. Ewya, heâs the cutest.
The way his strong arms wrapped around your middle was almost like a silent plea for you to keep going. No matter how much he came he couldnât get enough of your slick cunt, as if it was made for him.
You swear his noises get louder and needier with the way he was buried into your chest, rambling about whoever knows the closer he feels you get.
Your hips stutter once youâre on the brink of your orgasm, a sign Neteyam knew all too well from how many times heâs made you do the same.
âTeyam.. mâclose..need you to cum with me, ok?â You feel his arms and tail squeeze you like a vice, and his hips buck up into you sloppily to match your own sloppy thrust. A whispered âmhm~â leaves his lips before you clamp down onto him, the intensity of your orgasm making you whimper in his ear shamelessly.
Between your noises, your soft body pressed against him, the tightness of your cunt, and your addictingly strong scent, he was cumming instantly. Shooting thick ropes of his warm load into your greedy hole.
It wasnât until you pulled away from him that his he realized his face was covered in tears, something that breifly made him embarrassed before he felt you hold his face reassuringly.
âSuch a pretty boy fâme, you know that?â You l encourage subtly, causing his tail to sway like a little happy puppy. âCould say the same about you, babygirl,â he replied through labored breathes, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your lips. The sensation of his lips instantly making you clench around him, erupting an another low groan from him.
You lift up your hips slowly as you lean into him, cupping his face in your soft hands as you gently bounce on his overstimulated cock that was still achingly hard for you. âThink you can give me one more, my sweet boy?âďżź
A/N~ I need..I need a minute after this one. Iâve never been so soaked in my life istgđ but btw if any one of my nonnies wants an emoji just put it after you send in an ask/request and thatâll be your emoji 4Lđ. Besides all that tho, ima take my ass to bed, love you guys, stay safe, and mwah stay hydratedđ
Neteyam (20 yrs old) is kidnapped by the Oloâeyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires.
Withered đđđ
You and Neteyam have opposite lives. He thrives in the daylight of possibilities while you are forced to the shadows. You are sure that the right course of action would be letting the future Olo'eyktan go. Neteyam is less convinced. Neteyam's rut sneak peek
Lesson Learned đđ¤đđ (ft. Lo'ak)
Your relationship with the Sully brothers comes with expectations, rules, and punishments. Yet nothing quells that fire deep within better than the two putting you back in your place.
Midnight Desires đđ (ft. Ao'nung)
Neteyam asks for a helping hand in the middle of the night. Ao'nung, however, does not appreciate being left out.
Little Gift đđđ¤
The RDA are forced to negotiate with a certain Olo'eyktan. Luckily, there is only one thing he wants. Dark Neteyam x Human Reader
Curious Eyes đđ¤đ¤đ
When intruders come onto Omatikaya soil Neteyam gets more than he bargained for.
Princess đđ¤
Princess or not, a spoiled brat like you needs to be put in her place. And since you have been given over to him now, Neteyam is more than ready to put that attitude in check.
Unmovable đ
Lo'ak may have been born an omega but that doesn't mean he wants to act like one.
Grovel đ¤đđ
Lo'ak broke your heart all those years ago. If he plans to woo you once more it is going to take a lot more than a debonair grin.
Lesson Learned đđ¤đđ (ft. Neteyam)
Your relationship with the Sully brothers comes with expectations, rules, and punishments. Yet nothing quells that fire deep within better than the two putting you back in your place.
Ma Neteyam đđ (ft. Neteyam)
Neteyam (20 yrs old) is kidnapped by the Oloâeyktan alpha from a nearby clan who claims that Eywa has destined them to be soulmates. Only weeks away from fully presenting as omega, Neteyam is caught between trying to find his way home and giving in to his primal desires.
Midnight Desires đđ (ft. Neteyam)
Neteyam asks for a helping hand in the middle of the night. Ao'nung, however, does not appreciate being left out.
Preciousđđđ¤
A soft creature like you is easily scared by the smallest things. For some reason your greatest fear seems to be the future Metkayina Olo'eyktan and Ao'nung can't quite figure out why.
Healing Hands đđđ
So'lek has accepted his life as an outsider, no clan of his own to call home. For years nothing has consumed him more than the need to exact revenge on the RDA who stole everything from him. Yet somehow all of that changes when he meets you.
Courting Spider đđđ
Itâs time that someone takes care of Spider for once. Zhali is up for the task.
Forever My Babygirl đ
Tuktirey is now 16 years old and receving attention from young male suitors looking to court the beautiful ray of sunshine. However, this becomes nearly impossible as her older brothers and father are there to scare off any advances. In Jake's eyes, Tuk will always be his babygirl.
Imagine jake getting jealous of his son neteyam because neteyam has a hot, caring, nice boyfriend thats fuck him likes he hate him, and then jake catching them fucking, and him being superrrrrr jealous that he bargain, and begged the boyfriend to fuck him too, and neteyam agreeing!!!đŠđŠđŠđŠ
(Character is aged up. Reference.) (Youâre a little mean to Jake in this one, sorry not sorry.)
Itâs messed upâ so fucking messed up.Â
But Neteyamâs been angry at his dad for a long time. The pressure of being the oldest, of taking care of his siblings and being the perfect soldier, is tiring. Neteyam is tired of being perfect, heâs tired of following his dadâs orders without complaints. When he sees the way his dadâs eyes stray to your thighs and the shape of your ass, lean muscle built from working hard to provide for the People, he feels smug. His dad is looking at someone thatâs entirely Neteyamâs.Â
Neteyam notices the frequency of his fatherâs longing glances, the hungry look in his eyes when he watches you lift your prey onto your shoulders to take it to the cookfires. So when you have Neteyam on your lap, dragging him onto your fat cock to fuck your cum deeper into the fluttering walls of his pussy, heâs not surprised to see Jake peeking through the curtains of the marui. Heâs even less surprised to hear his father beg for you.Â
âPerverted old man.â You growl, shoving a hand between Jakeâs shoulderblades to push his chest onto the woven mat to make his back arch, and breach his cunt with your cock. Jakeâs eyes roll, his ears flat against his head, and he moans from deep within his chest. It sounds relieved. âSlut.â You scoff, rolling your eyes. Youâre fucking him like youâre angry, like you hate him.Â
You probably do.Â
âYawnetu.â You say, and Neteyam drags his eyes away from Jakeâs pleasured expression to look at the mocking smile on your face. âYou didnât tell me the great Toruk Makto was such a whore. His cunt is gripping me like a vice.â You give another well aimed thrust that punches the air out of Jakeâs lungs, his mouth falling open with a strangled groan. Slick rolls down his inner thighs, precum dripping from his cock to form a wet spot on the mat.Â
Neteyam snorts, making himself comfortable, and his smugness increases at the feeling of your cum oozing sluggishly from his cunt. âYeah,â He says, lifting the waterskin to his mouth to take a sip of cool water, âwho wouldâve thought?âÂ
In the end, you donât even come inside Jake, leaving him gaping around nothing and sobbing miserably on the floor while you go back to your mate. Â
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âł jake and tonowari are not supposed to touch you like that⌠and yet you somehow still end up pinned down beneath them. even though youâre much, much younger.
⎠INCLUDES: dilf!jake sully and dilf!tonowari as doms and subs (both separated!)
Can you write sth where Neteyam gets jealous ? And kxolo assures him that he is forever his to calm him down? Btw I love your story so much.
Jealous Neteyam- A Ma Neteyam Special Episode
Pairing: Alpha Male OC x Aged up Omega Neteyam
Warnings: jealousy, insinuated sexual content, MDNI, alpha/omega dynamic, power imbalance, possessive behavior, threat of violence, PDA, etc.
A/N: Thank for this request nonnnie and everyone else that rooted for this "drabble". (Someone needs to teach me how to actually write a drabble because this ended up way too long). And thank you for being so patient<3
âHold still.â Vamai hissed, free hand reaching out to put Neteyam back into place. The other omega, however, didnât bother to give her words heed or even a second thought. Neteyamâs focused gaze remained trained on the pair across the clearing.Â
âWho is she?â He mumbled, forcing his voice to remain calm and collected, an effort that became increasingly more difficult as he watched the delicate omegaâs tail flicker back and forth in delight while grinning up at the Oloâeyktan.Â
Vamai groaned dramatically when her friend shifted onto his knees, prowling forward to get a better look through the bushes. Swatches of vibrant colors were rubbed and scattered across Vamaiâs hands from the homemade pastels she had been wielding for the past hour. Still, the portrait of Neteyam was far from over. At this rate, it seemed to her that it would never be finished in time.Â
âHer nameâs Neyra, I believe. Just some silly omega.â Vamai huffed, determined to wave the conversation away. âNow if youâll just face me and shut up for two seconds I promise to portray you properly in all your ethereal glory.âÂ
Neteyamâs own tail curled when he saw the small female laugh loudly at the incoherent words coming from Kxoloâs lips. Neteyamâs sharp teeth drew blood upon seeing the small beginnings of a smile forming on his mateâs face. A smile that was usually directed at him. A smile that should be directed at him.Â
âNete!â Vamai yanked on his tail, illiciting a responding hiss from him, finally turning around to face her. âPlease for the love of Eywa, just give me five more minutes!âÂ
Neteyam sighed and finally gave his friend some undivided attention. Or as much as he could handle while flickering his eyes over to the pair periodically.Â
âRemind me what it is you want to do with this portrait.â He was in no mood to sit for another hour, especially with the bouncing energy soaring through his veins. His hindbrain was quickly becoming restless, constantly baiting him to take actions that would end with Kxolo in his arms instead of by the over eager omega batting her eyelashes at him every two seconds.
Vamai shrugged, feigning a demeanor of nonchalance that was easy to see through. Her fingers worked viciously against the canvas, eyes darting up at him every other stroke. Taking a peek at the half finished work Neteyam had to admit it was a fascinating process. Combinations of vibrant colors were placed in the oddest of places and yet over time they began to form a picture that captured his likeness. Were it not for the screeching laughs of Neyra bashing against his eardrums, he wouldâve found more interest in understanding her process.Â
âI just thought it would be a nice gift for Oloâeyktan. Lets him look at your pretty face whenever he wants.â She cooed, pinching Neteyamâs cheeks until he bit back at her hand. Neteyam was in no mood for teasing.
âNice for him or nice for you that heâd be in a grateful mood?âÂ
Vamai beamed proudly and gave a noncommittal shrug.Â
âWhat do you need from him?â Neteyam narrowed his eyes at her, for the first time paying full attention to Vamai.Â
âItâs always advantageous to be on Oloâeyktanâs good side.â Those golden orbs shone with plotting mischief. âSomething you should do well to learn.â Vamai winked but Neteyam was already rolling his eyes. Her spiked laughter however, died off gradually.Â
âOh.â She stared past his shoulder. Neteyam whipped his head around so fast a sting of strain bloomed along his neck. The discomfort quickly sunk to the back of his mind as he witnessed the female snuggling back against the Oloâeyktan as he directed her posture in shooting a bow and arrow. To Kxoloâs credit, he went stiff as a board under the younger girlâs touch. It, however, was nothing in comparison to the clipped retribution Neteyam wished Kxolo would give her. His own hand instinctively balled into a fist imagining what he would do if given the chance.Â
âCommon whore.â Vamai scoffed.Â
No matter how infuriating the scene was to behold, his eyes couldnât stop drinking it in. Slitted eyes traveled along their frames, analyzing every point of contact between the two. It wasnât enough to notice the way Kxoloâs tail curled in apprehension or shifted his feet to lean away from the omega.Â
There shouldnât be a need to shift away in the first place because Kxolo was not hers to touch. Not hers to run hands over and admire his impressive physique. Not hers to chatter away endlessly to all while intertwining soft pleasant words with poised bats of her eyelashes. Not hers to entrap in the act of innocent incompetence.Â
He had seen her shoot before, posture perfect and aim admirable. Neteyam was sure of it.Â
âAre youâŚgoing to do something about it?â Vamai questioned, leaning forward on her knees to get a better look.Â
Do what exactly though? Release his mate from her needy grasp by dragging her away by the hair?Â
No, that would only bring one thing. A red ass and additional lectures from his heated alpha about public appearances as Oloâeyktanâs mate. Neteyam had already been cutting at Kxoloâs patience earlier that day upon making a bratty comment during the painstakingly long meeting with Kxoloâs advisors. Neteyam all but betted on getting thrown over his mateâs knee after the pinned look that was sent his way. Turns out, flattery went a long way for the omega after all.Â
âI canât. Wouldnât be appropriate.â He emphasized the words with air quotes. The clink of grinding teeth made the omega realize how tightly clenched his jaw had become. Vamai hummed thoughtfully before putting the pastels to the side.Â
âDo you want me to hit her?âÂ
âWhat?!â
Vamai made a show of rolling her shoulders and stretching those limber arms along her chest. Her overdone show of confidence greatly outmatched her physical appearance of strength. Neteyam was left wondering how she would fare in relation to the taller girl. He had learned that Vamaiâs ego was not the most reliable source to base decisions off of.Â
âWhat? I can do it. Say the words and that bitch is on her knees.â Pastel covered hands twisted together to crack her small knuckle audibly. Laughter bubbled up his throat but there was no hint of humor present in the other omegaâs resolve.Â
âN-no Vamai⌠youâŚyou canât.â He shook his head at the ridiculous idea. âKxolo would be outraged.âÂ
âThat painting is practically a get out of jail free card.â She confidently asserted while rolling her eyes. âJust say the word.âÂ
Perhaps not his best moment for his moral character, but imagined scenarios of Vamai flanking the unsuspecting girl to her knees played at the front of his mindâs eye. He wondered if her outrage would somehow be traced back to him. Even if not, could he really survive watching his friend suffer retribution while he carried the heavy weighted responsibility of the outcome? His parents had raised him to be honest and unfortunately for him, Neteyam found that this only resulted in making him a terrible liar with a heavy conscience.Â
âJust finish the painting.â His tone dragged with disappointment as he forced himself to turn away from the scene. Vamai opened her mouth as if to say something but hesitation flashed over her countenance before it was closed just as fast.Â
Neteyamâs one comfort was Vamaiâs obvious surveillance of the scene behind him. Every stroke of those messy pastels followed by her sharp glare shooting past him.Â
Neteyam liked to think of himself as a reasonable Naâvi. Admittedly life had dealt him an interesting flurry of events that had provoked childish reactions out of him at times, but overall the male prided himself on being able to keep a lid on his emotions. No matter what his mate said, the omega had enough willpower to hide his mask of jealousy.Â
So, when they sat down around the familiar communal fire and Neteyam noticed the annoying girl among the crowd he skillfully averted his gaze towards the trees. The best form of self discipline was to not allow oneself the luxury of temptation. His alpha lounged next to him and engaged in friendly conversation over the dayâs hunt and advisory meeting but Neteyam couldnât recall a single topic from the interaction were a knife held to his throat. Neyraâs screeching laughter seemed to racket along the trees in an elaborate assortment of torment. His ears had pressed so fair into his braids, Neteyam momentarily worried they would become buried there.Â
Forcing his attention away from the group of gaggling girls had proven to be a full time job and one that came with very little reward. The small group of friends that surrounded him and his mate at every meal were caught up in their own affairs and pleasantries, leaving him to painfully suffer through a dinner of distracting himself. The effect, however, left him forgetting that he was still technically paying for the outburst earlier that morning. Fully immersed in his practice of self control the omega had completely missed Kxolo sharing the story of that particular instance with the group.Â
âItâs always a toss up what will win out first, huh? Neteyamâs flattering or Oloâeyktanâs heavy hand.â Pulo chuckled and it was the male's hand playfully knocking against his knee that finally made the words register.Â
âWhat?â He muttered, eyes darting among the group lazily.Â
âAre you feeling well, Neteyam?â Tamil cut in before the other alpha could tease him further. On a normal night the omega found Tamilâs voice a common source of comfort and ease. Currently, however, that pleasentry was stolen from him when his gaze was finally ensnared by the group of girls and he found them staring right to his left. Directly at Kxolo.
Kxolo who remained sprawled out across the moss with spread legs and attentive eyes that had shifted towards his small omega.Â
One of the girls with tightly wound cornrows leaned over to whisper something into Neyraâs ear. Through the haze of smoke drifting past the fireâs flame, Neteyam could still clearly make out the blooming blush that adorned her cheeks as she continued to stare at his mate. For the upteenth time that evening the group broke out into a fit of giggles. Neteyam couldnât recall the sound being as aggravating when Kiri and her friends spent the night in the family hut and gossiped all hours. Now, however, it was equivalent to the brash of crunching metal as it was directed at his mate.Â
Wonder swirled to larger waves as he observed the way the girlâs eyes obviously raked over the alphaâs form without shame. At some point one of them in the back shyly pointed towards the flex of Kxoloâs bicep when he reached out to grab another leaf of meat. It was disgusting. An ultimate show of immaturity and that thought alone should have calmed him down into brushing their awe away but Neteyam couldnât care less about their age.Â
He knew that jealousy had sunk its claws into him at that moment because all he could see the girls as were threats. Threats that needed to be neutralized.Â
âFine.â He dully responded. Tamil shot him another concerned glance but it quickly shifted when he saw the small omega nestle up onto Kxoloâs lap.Â
As expected he was received graciously, if not a little surprised, but a happy hum at the back of Kxoloâs throat was all there was to show for it. Twisting himself around to be half facing Kxolo, Neteyam made himself comfortable between the outstretched muscular thighs. The usual warmth crawling up his bloodstream at the Oloâeyktanâs affectionate touches was dimmed. He preened back against the soft touches and brush along his shoulders but it was half hearted.Â
Instead Neteyam started to kiss slowly up the side of Kxoloâs neck. With a flick of his wrist, the Oloâeyktan had managed to silently signal the group to carry on conversation without them. He had become increasingly skilled at letting their friends know when it was time to divert their attention away. As his lips trailed up the expanse of smooth skin, Neteyam struggled to concentrate and get lost in the moment. He was all too aware of the onlookers from across the fire.Â
A large part of him yearned to twist and drink in their reactions fully, but that would spoil the moment. What good was a claim, after all, if it was only done half heartedly? Kxolo seemed to think the same.Â
âYouâll have to do a bit better than that, little one.âÂ
Neteyam jumped, as if he had almost forgotten the male was there, the same man that he had his lips greedily trailing over.Â
âIf you want to give them something worth watching you first need to forget they are there.â Kxolo captured his chin gently and forced their eyes to meet. As if under a spell that Neteyam was all too familiar with, ease rippled along his body. One look at those pools of melted gold and the omega could feel himself sinking into the moment.Â
Luckily for him, there was no hint of disapproval or anger present in the Oloâeyktanâs expression. He remained relaxed and at ease. If the omega squinted his eyes just right he could detect amusement in his mateâs countenance. Choosing to keep that part of him at bay from Neteyam or rather from the group of girls, it was hard to tell but he chose to take the blessing in stride. The outburst at the morning meeting must not have mattered after all.Â
For reasons unbeknownst to him, Neteyam felt a sudden wave of apprehension lacing his stomach. It wasnât often that Neteyam found himself in control of these situations. He had never realized how much he had become dependent and used to his alpha taking the reins. It was effortless and mesmerizing to follow Kxoloâs commands during their times of intimacy. Experiencing it from the other side, however, as the Oloâeyktan looked up at him expectantly, Neteyam suddenly felt massively inadequate.Â
Without thinking it through, the omega gravitated towards turking his face into the curve of Kxoloâs neck. There the musky scent was strong and soothing, a place Neteyam was familiar with being.Â
Then a chorus of shrieks and giggles ripped through that atmosphere, tearing his serenity to pieces. Neteyam dared to peek out of the corner of his eye and was rewarded with the sight of Neyra whispering to the group with a crooked smirk plastered along her thin lips. Vamai seemed to notice too if the harsh grip crushing her soft fruit was any indication. He briefly remembered her offer of taking the girl down and once again it glimmered with appeal.Â
No.
This was not her fight.
Kxolo was not her mate and therefore Neyra was not her enemy.
She was his.
Fuck the rules and fuck the consequences, he would sooner return to Eywa than let some silly school girl take his alpha away.Â
A burst of motivation flooded his veins and darkened his composure. So without warning, Neteyam licked a broad stripe over Kxoloâs mating mark. The effect had a vibrant shiver ripple through the alpha and it served to spur him on. Neteyam took particular joy in the way one of Kxoloâs legs incidentally kicked out as he bit down on the alphaâs mating mark. The shock was temporary, however, and before either of them knew it, they were completely enraptured in the moment.
The Oloâektanâs hands trailed and mapped over Neteyamâs lower back and hips greedily as he took the torment on his throat in stride. The giggling had either ceased or Neteyamâs hearing had finally tuned them out, but regardless he was grateful for the reprieve. Especially when his alpha was emitting a low strain of groans to rumble his throat. Neteyamâs hips moved on their own accord as they rolled against Kxoloâs groin. Were it not for his mateâs stern hands pining those hips in place, the clan was sure to experience an explicit show in a matter of minutes.Â
Kxolo trailed his fingertips carefully over the groves of Neteyamâs spine with ultimate precision. It was a harsh comparison to the way the omegaâs lips and teeth were tearing at the sensitive skin of his throat. Pulo was sure to not let this go for at least a few moons, especially with the marks that were sure to be blaringly visible by the end of the night.Â
The onslaught of kisses began their descent to Kxoloâs collarbone. This effectively had Neteyam bending down to reach the area and therefore arching his back for Kxoloâs viewing pleasure. His eyes took in the sight with a greedy lust clearly tangible from across the fire. One peek up at his alpha and Neteyam felt almost giddy to recognize that spark of desire in his mateâs eyes.Â
However, this time something else caught his attention instead. The shimmer of light across the black hair was borderline alluring and the omega found himself reaching for the kuru without another thought. The glossy braid was smooth against his delicate touch. Kxolo stilled.Â
Neteyam dared a peak up at his alpha only to be met with blown out pupils and raised eyebrows. He was weary, watching the omega with a posture that spoke of his readiness to jump in. However, luck was on Neteyamâs side because when he gently stroked down the length of the braid, all apprehension was blown to bits and Kxolo had to bite his bottom lip to keep a groan at bay. Success shined through the omegaâs countenance.Â
His fingers continued to explore the hair protecting his mateâs most intimate part, banishing the looks thrown his way to the side. For a moment he swore he could hear Puloâs muted chuckle but it was cut off abruptly. Perhaps he imagined it.Â
One thing was for sure, the little display did not go unnoticed. Frantic whispers were being exchanged across the fire from the cluster of young girls and the sound was music to Neteyamâs ears, especially when accompanied by his mateâs groans of pleasure he was trying to keep muddled. Confidence overtook him in stride and Neteyam allowed himself to take it one step further than he knew was allowed.Â
Without giving Kxolo a warning or time to intervene, the omega brought his own braid forward and eagerly allowed their tendrils to dance and wrap around one another.Â
Sparks of fire and electricity consumed his focus, enough to drown out the surprised gasp that came from his alpha. The stream of consciousness flowed freely between them like a river that Neteyam was more than happy to find himself lost to. No matter how many times they had made the bond, he never tired of the feeling, the absolute assurance that this intimacy was special and belonged to only them. He would web and flow between every passing thought and feeling thrumming in their bond until his muscles would relax and body mold to his mateâs.Â
However, there was no world where Kxolo believed this act was meant for a public setting. Shock and disapproval vibrated through the connection and Neteyam didnât darelook up at his expression.Â
A single thought traveled down the length of their connection, until it had wedged itself into a comprehensible message in Neteyamâs brain.Â
Your mischief knows no bounds, little one
Warmth pooled at the base of Neteyamâs stomach as he continued to litter marks on the skin of Kxoloâs abused throat. From the corner of his eye he could easily spot the dumbfounded look on the girlsâ faces. Not a single one of them seemed capable of whispering another remark or even regaining their composure.Â
My jealous little mate
Even from their mental connection, Neteyam could hear the inflection of amusement coming from Kxolo. His head whipped up to glare at the Oloâeyktan but that simply earned him a messy kiss. His fingers found their way into Kxoloâs decorated braids as his mate did him the great pleasure of claiming his mouth in a feral kiss. The sensation was enough to throw his world off its access and keep his head spinning.Â
Kxolo kissed as if he was devouring the poor boy and another thought rippled through the bond in suit.Â
Every piece of me already belongs to you, my love
Neteyam's hands tightened their grip in the silky hair as his lips continued to follow Kxoloâs lead.Â
I know
Despite the outright inappropriate display they were making, the omega could sense Kxoloâs deep satisfaction and pride brimming inside. This instance would no doubt be a moment that the Oloâeyktan would hold over his head and tease him about until Neteyam could no longer deny how head over heels he was for his mate, but that would be a later problem he was willing to endure.Â
I hope itâs worth it, baby boy, because as much as I love this new possessive side of you, your ass is going to reap the consequences of such misbehavior.Â
Their kiss broke as Kxolo then began to leave hungry kisses along Neteyamâs own untouched throat. He glanced over at Neyral to see her poor attempt at hiding her displeasure. Their eyes caught for a moment and she glared at him with blushing cheeks and a clenched jaw. The omega was quick to return the favor with a wide grin.
like! Just blowing and licking his sensitive ears when no one's lookingđŤđľ
And he's just letting out these tiny whimpers at those actionsđ¤¤
as well as squeezing his ass as reader comes out and stands behind him playing with his sensitive tail while teasing his pussy hole
By just getting so close, and then reader just retracting their handđĽľâ¨đđť
and smirks when neteyam starts to rub up against reader when no one is looking
(omg! It's already roaring down their!!)
(Character is aged up. Reference.)
The inside of his ears turn a deeper shade of pink when you nip and blow on them teasingly, gripping and stroking the base of his tail. It trembles in your hand, the hair on the tip puffing up. âWhat are you doing, skxawng?â He hisses lowly at you, shooting you a flustered glare over his shoulder. The smell of his arousal is a sweet, subtle perfume in the air.
You shrug, not taking your eyes away from where the Oloâeyktan is speaking to the rest of the hunters. Jake is stressing about tomorrowâs talioang hunt, concerned about any of you getting injured during the inevitable stampede. âIâm bored.â You mutter under your breath, finally glancing at him.Â
Neteyam frowns, but his pupils are blown wide. âThen do something else.â He growls and turns his face away, trying to focus on what his father is saying.Â
He relaxes when you let go of his tail, oblivious to the mischievous look in your eyes. You slip your hand down his tewng, feeling for the soft folds of his pussy, wet with his arousal. Neteyam gasps quietly, his lips parting in shock, and gives you a scandalized stare. âWhat?â You ask innocently, smiling, and dip your fingers into his cunt. âYou said do something else.âÂ
âYouâŚâ Whatever insult he was about to throw at you dies on his tongue when you pull your fingers out, just to thrust them back in again. You curl and scissor your fingers, the soft squelching too quiet to be heard over the huntersâ excited chatter. Neteyam ducks his head, reaching up to rub between his brows. To everyone else, it looks like youâre giving Jake your undivided attention while Neteyam deals with a particularly painful headache.Â
His breathing picks up, his hips subtly rolling back against you to meet the steady fucking of your fingers into his pussy. You feel his slick roll over your palm, absolutely dripping. His soft, hot insides flutter around your digits and his tail coils tightly around your leg, telltale signs of his approaching orgasm. You hum, nodding and smiling along to whatever dad joke Jake just said, and press a kiss on the crown of Neteyamâs head before slipping your fingers out of him.Â
Neteyam bites back a whine, reaching back to grab your wrist in an iron grip. His ears fold against his skull, and his bottom lip quivers as he stares at you with watery eyes. âWhat is it, paskalin?â You tease quietly, and he looks around for a moment to make sure no one is watching. He pushes you deeper into the shadows, tucking his face into the crook of your neck as he ruts against you. Neteyam pushes your hand into his tewng again with a soft plea.Â