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˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 7

⁀➷ part seven : RUN.

notes : so um hi y'all !! ik it's been two weeks but here i am beggin y'all to forgive me just like neteyam in this part LMAAOOO, anygays... here's pt. 7, it's a bit more long than the other parts so enjoy lmao.

word count : 7.5 k ( DAYUM ??)

warnings : so much smut ( mommy kink, begging, edging, p in v, tears, slapping, oral sex f, degradation, humiliation, public sex, two men in the same day LMAOO SORRY Y'ALL I HAD TO. ), beating, blood, slight cheating, and that's it ?

ao’nung didn’t waste a single minute, his fingers grazing your cheeks gracefully, lips attaching in the lightest softest kiss anyone has ever given you. your heart closed, lips parted, he kissed you again. something boiling in his stomach, feeling like heaven.

he has waited so much time, maybe too much for this moment. and he would wait all over again if everytime he kissed you it was going to be like this. he couldn’t even believe it. he was floating, he was still dumbfounded. you were kissing him, and no it wasn’t any fucking kiss.

it was a kiss without any type of lust, just genuine love. well, at least that’s what he thought. he would’ve paid gold to read your mind in that moment, and see what you were thinking or feeling. he has already kissed you a couple of times before, but none of those kisses has ever felt like this. his eyes closed, his hand on your jaw, your hand grabbing the back of his neck. your fingers could feel the goosebumps, making you smile against his lips.

the tip of his tongue separated your lips, almost as if he was asking for your consent. your tongues latched together, your salivas mixing. you tasted like berries, which made him remember all the times you tasted like this but didn’t notice. you loved fruit, he knew that though. his hand grazing up and down your back, feeling like a baby.

is this what it actually feels like to be in love ?

he’s the type of guy to say “you look beautiful tonight.” but you missed screaming, fighting and kissing in the rain.

but did you tho ? all you could feel now was the way he fatherly held you, and how he cared.

he gently moaned in your mouth, which made you smile against his lips once again, making him fluster and get a bit nervous. but he didn’t care, he trusted you. you could feel the sun kissing your skin. you felt all giggly and dreamy, almost like this was your first experience.

it was unexplainable. there were no words, no phrases, no anything to explain how you were feeling right now. this is all you have always wished for.

he slowly parted his lips away from yours, only for him to see your shiny eyes, so soft and delicate, looking at him like you were in middle school and the boy you loved just kissed you. he started trailing kisses from your mouth, to your cheek and to your jaw. he marked and bit everything he could, he could taste every single part of you.

and he just couldn’t get enough. his hands on your back, one on the back of your neck pushing you against him.

oh, fuck. from now on, getting over you is impossible.

you filled his ears with lustful moans, feeling a tear roll down your thighs. you were out in public, so to try and keep the moans for yourself, you bit your lip, and only a few seconds after you could already taste the metal on your tongue. your mind was completely fogged by the pleasure, eyes glossed with tears. oh fuck it.

“ao’nung, stop the teasing.” you whispered in his ear, a moan catching on immediately after. he could feel you nails abuse his shoulder, and oh how he loved it. maybe this would’ve lasted not more than an hour, but those marks ? well, those scars were going to be a part of him forever. he smiled.

“aw, but you like it sweetheart, don’t you ?” he replied back, raspiness veiling over his voice. this man was starved, famished almost. if you were going to dive in this ocean, he’s not going to accept anything that isn’t the bottom of the sea.

you arched your back against his body, trying to get some friction, and relieve some stress. he noticed, smirking against your neck.

“just fucking say it if you want it that bad.” he spat out, not even leaving you a second to formulate a phrase.

“please…” “please… what ?” “please ‘nung. please.”

he sighed. "i'ma need to be more specific. what do you want ?" he said, waiting for an answer.

"i want to cum, want you to make me feel good." you whined in hear, cheeks red from the confession.

he didn’t wait a second, immediately swimming to the beach. he walked, and laid you down on the hard floor, feeling the coldness of it.

someone could walk right there and see him between your legs, but he didn’t seem to have a care in the world. you couldn’t hold back the moan that had been bubbling in your throat for so long.

he harshly grabbed your thighs, placing them on his shoulders. nose and lips softly grazing the inside of your thigh, electricity flowing through your body, feeling the air hit your sensitive bud.

you could feel your face heating up, tears glossing your eyes.

you tried to squeeze your thighs together, get some friction, anything at this point, but you couldn’t. ao’nung holding your legs wide open, you mumbled out of frustration but he ignored you.

he blew some air on your puffy clit, he could feel your thighs tensing in his hands, but he could also feel your frustration building up and his dick getting more and more hard. he laughed and chuckled at all your reactions, but he loved how sensitive you were.

thinking of all the times he had to get himself off in his pod, when no one was around, because that day you just looked too pretty or you smiled too hard at him. maybe because you bent over, not realising the flesh of your ass was showing the sweet and supple curve of it. you were much more innocent than you’d like to admit.

you got distracted from your thoughts when you felt a slap, ao’nung directly hitting your core, a tear rolling down your cheek, a smirk on his face. your thighs shut, but you could feel ao’nung’s calloused hands running down your thighs, opening them for him.

your slick smearing all of your pussy, this is probably the wettest you’ve ever been. he enjoyed every sight he could get of you, your clit sensitive, your thighs trembling in his hands. he felt like in fucking heaven.

all he could hear was your moans, whimpers, squeals, demands. and he fucking loved it.

“’nung, please.” you cried, sniffing loudly. he looked up at you, face teary and mouth trembling.

if the devil could see you, he would kiss your eyes and repent.

“please… what ?” he asked, making fun of you once again.

you whined, not feeling a thing anymore. the teasing was too much, but to say you hated it was a lie. you just love not getting what you want, do you ?

“please, help me.” you said, not being able to say what you wanted, one time was more than enough. you were too shy, but it was a bit ridiculous, knowing that your legs are spread wide open and his face was between them.

“help you what ? use your words, ( y/n ), don’t act all dumb and embarrassed with me, you know what you want. ” he said, placing another slap on your sensitive aching core. you squealed, swearing you could feel actual pain. he immediately harshly opened your legs again, now getting annoyed, his eyebrows pinched together. “keep your fucking legs open, or else i’ll stop.”

your head tilted up eyes flashing wide, not wanting him to stop. “no, no please ! i’ll be good i promise !” you said, begging and riding your heat to his face, to get any type of contact. you started to squeeze around nothing.

he waited, placing a few kisses on your thighs and a soft kiss on your clit. you placed a hand on your mouth, you were literally sobbing from the pain, and how much you loved it.

“please, i want-” you sniffed, sobbing. “i want to cum.” you said, looking at him. that was it.

“good fucking girl.” he said, getting to work.

he softly wrapped his lips around your clit, his hands tightly wrapped around your ass, your mouth hanging in an ‘o’ shape. your hands wrapped their way on his scalp and braids. you loudly moaned, making him groan against your heat. he inserted a finger, you tugged his braids roughly, he swore he could feel his scalp bleeding. he slowly pumped in and out, eating you out like he was starved.

you pressed his head against your pussy, getting a huff out of him. his pace sped up, feeling your legs tense, knowing your climax was about to be there. he placed another finger in, lowering your stomach against his mouth with his hands.

it made you go crazy. you saw stars, eyes rolling back at his sudden move. he smiled against your core, knowing he hit the right spot. his fingers slowly dragging out of your entrance, he hugged your waist pressing himself over your aching core.

as you felt your climax approach, your moans started to get more and more loud. you were going to get in serious problems, but how could anyone blame you ?

the oloeyk’tan’s son is between your legs, eating you alive. one person, that was it. that’s all it would take for Tonowari to make you pack your bags and send you back to the forest. the thought ruined the moment, so you focused back on ao’nung, well it wasn’t like you couldn’t anyway.

he could feel your climax approaching as he saw you clenching and clenching. he could feel his jaw starting to cramp up, but he couldn’t stop and he couldn’t get enough of you. your scent, your taste, your sounds.

your orgasm hit you like a truck, being absolutely shocked by it. you rode out your high, ao’nung liking your juices off his lips, to then kiss you.

you placed a hand behind his neck, deepening the kiss. you moaned in his mouth, him placing you on his lap. you let out a gasp, feeling his erection about to rip his loincloth. he placed one last kiss on your lips, now the only thing connecting you was a string of saliva.

“did you like it ? was it okay ?” he asked, softly grazing your face. you cuddled in his hand, he could feel your face as hot as ever.

you nodded, feeling your eyes about to withdraw, tired. he placed your chin on his shoulder, your face resting in the crook of his neck. he softly cuddled you into sleep. but suddenly.

you felt something. almost like jake could feel every time lo’ak was doing something dumb.

someone had been watching you the whole time.

you softly opened your eyes, ao’nung’s hands still caressing your back with slow strokes. you felt goosebumps.

you looked around a bit, trying to understand if that was only a feeling or if someone had been watching you the entire time.

your eyes gazed through the pods, your heart stopping as soon as you could feel yourself drowning in his dark, angry eyes. you heart immediately sinked, your boned ignited. you saw his mental bomb ticking in his brain, his fists getting more and more tight, his knuckles as white as they could get. he felt his nails piercing his skin, leaving little moons.

neteyam.

you suddenly stood tall, a questioning expression on ao’nung’s face. he saw what you were looking at, and he had to admit hat he felt his heart skip a beat. neteyam walked furiously towards the two of you.

“neteyam, wait i can explain-” you tried to stop him.

ao’nung immediately stood up, not necessarily caring about neteyam catching him, but caring about how you got scared as soon as you saw him. all you could hear was his fist kissing his face. your hand immediately grasped around your mouth, eyes widened at the sight of the blood in front of you. neteyam on top of him, punch after punch. he was seeing red, and he was not going to stop. not now, not ever. he felt his heart thump loudly against his chest, hands holding ao’nung from doing anything.

he couldn’t hear anything, and you ask yourself what could have happened if no one stopped him. you tried to run and grab neteyam by the arm, only getting a death stare in return. you slowly walked back, not being able to say or do anything. you tried and seek for help. but there was no one near. neteyam was there just because tsireya told him that you and ao’nung went for a swim, and he knew exactly where y’all would’ve went. in the few seconds that ao’nung had, he flipped the situation now beating neteyam.

you swore you heard a bone break. your heart beat fast. you were panicking. breath short. fuck. you screamed. all you could do.

“LO’AK ! DAD !” you screamed and plead, feeling hot tears roll down your cheeks, your heart about to explode, because you knew this was all your fault.

it was getting bad, you could barely recognise neteyam’s face from all the blood. a pit deepening in your stomach.

almost a few seconds later, you saw jake running towards you with tonowari on his side. tonowari harshly grabbed ao’nung off of neteyam, him being held back by his dad.

“you better hide motherfucker ! if i find you i’ll skin you alive and keep you as a swimming suit.” he spat blood on the place, feeling angriness bubble in his stomach as ao’nung smiled. people were coming forward to see what was happening, some gasps leaving their mouths at the scene. you looked at him, his lip split open, his mouth bloody.

“yea, wear it ! ( y/n ) might even want to fuck you, if you’re lucky.” ao’nung spat at him. jake tried to hold him off all he could, as you felt some wandering eyes searching for you. fuck.

you were never ever going to fuck again. anyone. not a soul. you promised. you swore.

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neteyam and ao’nung got dragged by both of their dads to the healing pod, where they could get patched up and see if their bones were still intact. you didn’t follow them, you stayed by the sea. looking for an answer, that would’ve maybe gently hugged your feet the same way the water was. you had to deal with it. your actions just got two guys in the healing pod, getting all patched up. before talking with any of the two guys, you had to sort your feelings out. you lacked communication, that’s for sure.

you sighed, the sun setting down slowly, the sky was painted orange and pink.

on one side, there was ao’nung. you two had a little fling, that got out of control. now he’s probably head over heels for you, and you felt so much attraction towards him, but attraction had nothing to do with compatibility. you two were just different, and it would probably end badly, both of you getting hurt. but how could you know if you didn’t try ? he was nice, responsible, attractive… he just ticked all the boxes.

on the other side, there was neteyam. fighting, war, problems, you’ve been through it all, there was nothing left. you missed him always, comparing him to anyone who happened to be in front of you. you lost your virginity to him, just to get treated like a piece of meat. but neteyam wasn’t the only one at fault. were words the same as going ahead and getting eaten out by ao’nung ? did it solve anything ?

maybe he didn’t even mean it, or maybe you were trying to justify him. nonetheless, you had to talk it through. if you two weren’t some horny ass teenagers, y’all would’ve talked everything out that night, but oh well what happened, happened.

you got up, deciding to go see how they were doing since you were the reason they were there. walking through the pods, you noticed tuk and kiri playing in the sea with tsireya. you would’ve liked to go play with them, but you were too embarrassed. just knowing they knew everything made you feel like a slut. an ungrateful slut. ungrateful because even though you treated both of their brothers like shit, they never hesitated to lean over a shoulder to cry on, and a pair of ears to listen. your gaze turned down, deciding to ignore your feelings now, because they were much more important things to do.

you arrived at the pod, slowly opening the flap, to see who was inside. you noticed neteyam on the bed, getting patched up by alyara. you felt your heart throbbing, but you had no right to. that’s the least you should’ve expected.

ao’nung was seated on a chair, another random girl helping him with the medications. you noticed her leaning over to take all her stuff, packing to go away. your gaze met hers, and she lightly smiled at you. your stomach warmed up at her gesture, noticing how kind she was. you smiled back at her, letting her space to get out. Ronal saw you, calling you over to enter.

“oh, ( y/n ), come in !” she said, the tent getting silent, ao’nung looking back at you as you entered, neteyam not having the energy to. he was so tired, he wish he could just lay in your arms and fall asleep. but he unfortunately, couldn’t. he squeezed his eyes shut, not being able to get the image of you and oa’nung out of his mind.

the way you softly melted on him, the way he cared and caressed you. why weren’t you like that with him ?

after kiri got back to her brothers, neteyam asked what happened and why you were upset. kiri was astonished to say the least, almost disgusted, which only made him feel even more dumb. she told him everything, and he swore he felt his heart stopping. with just those words, he ruined everything he worked so hard for. he didn’t see you as a prize, he didn’t see you as an object or anything like that. he saw you as his mate.

his soulmate.

the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. he couldn’t get enough of you, ever.

you’re the only that his dick could get hard for.

and he just wanted to say it to you, cuddled between his arms, only for him to see and feel. that’s why he tried to look for you, after thinking about what he wanted to say. he didn’t see you anywhere, but he knew you had to go to a meeting with his dad. jake was already training with tonowari, so the meeting must’ve already ended. he saw tsireya and kiri playing and swimming with tuk, so he just asked them.

“she went swimming with ao’nung, i saw them earlier.” she said, a careless relaxed look on her face, but kiri already could see and feel neteyam’s organs starting to eat eachother. “oh. thank you…” he replied back, immediately running to your spot. and he arrived there, well…

he squeezed his eyes shut as hard as he could, a painful grin appearing on his face. he wish ao’nung could’ve punched that memory out of him.

you walked in the pod, careful to not disturb anyone who was working.

“alyara, go take care of you brother, ( y/n ) will deal with neteyam.” ronal said. you flushed, realising she probably still don’t know exactly why ao’nung and neteyam fighted, well you imagine it must be embarrassing for ao’nung to know his mom knows he got into a fight because he was eating out, the breeze slapping your faces.

ao’nung hesitantly wished his mom would tell you to come patch HIM up, but he felt even more jealous that neteyam could get all peppered and taken care of by you. you walked towards neteyam’s seat, he didn’t even dare to look at you in the eyes, he didn’t have the courage. you noticed, but tried to act like you didn’t.

with all the herbs and creams ready, you looked for a chair around the room, but you couldn’t find any. you noticed neteyam started lightly angling his leg towards you, leaving an open spot on his thigh, but still not looking at you. you decided to not even think about, placing yourself on his thigh. you remembered that night you used his thigh for something a bit more different, and just could tell he was thinking about it too.

ao’nung couldn’t stop staring at the two of you. seated on his thigh, taking care of him. his fist tight, not being able to hold off his jealousy.

neteyam noticed you scooting a few times to not fall of his leg. he drove an arm behind your back, a hand on the side of your thigh, helping you not fall. he looked at you, meeting your gaze. you both smiled lightly at eachother, neteyam not being able to hold his smirk for himself.

you put some herbs on his shoulder, getting a hiss out of him.

“ow ! ow !” he complained, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut.

“if you weren’t such a skxwagn we wouldn’t be here.” you said jokingly, expecting a reply back. neteyam just chuckled, a sparkle in his eyes.

you massaged everything in place, noticing a few more cuts on his back, well other than the scars you gave him. you blushed at the sight of them, earning a little smirk from neteyam who noticed what you were looking at. his ears suddenly flattened against his head when he couldn’t feel you on his leg anymore.

you got up, having to apply the medication on his back. “turn around.” you said.

he didn’t hesitate, getting his hair out of the way. your held your breath for a second, getting caught off by his muscles.

everyone knew neteyam was an ass guy, but only he knew you preferred back over anything. seeing it all bloody and scarred flipped something in you, but decided to ignore it for now. you hesitantly palmed his back, stroking it slowly with the medication. he flexed a bit more, knowing this was going to push your buttons. you massaged everything, not being able to ignore the size of it.

his back was majestic. there was no other words to describe it.

neteyam relaxed in your hold, breathing deeply. he slowly closed his eyes, almost feeling like falling asleep. as soon as everything gets handled between you two, he was going to make you massage his back every single night after training.

he let out a soft moan, his eyes immediately flashing open, mouth pressing forming a thin line. you raised an eyebrow, looking for him, while he tried to not look at you. he was blushing so hard. you smirked and smacked his back. “you’re done.” you said.

“oh thank you ( y/n ) ! would you mind patching ao’nung’s hand before going ?” ronal said, flashing a smile at you. poor woman, working too hard, you felt too bad. you headed towards ao’nung, feeling neteyam’s eyes burning on your back. he was much more tense.

you got all you needed and took ao’nung hand in yours. you tried to act as stiff as you could, neteyam didn’t have to be so nervous because you had already made up your mind. you applied some herbs on ao’nung’s hand, getting a hiss out of him, as he squeezed your hand. you just noticed how much bigger it was than yours. you concentrated back on the patching.

you slowly and carefully wrapped his hand in some gauze, so none of his cuts could get infected. he saw your eyebrows pinched, concentrated.

he loved the way you were playing with his hand, but he could recognise that you were being a lot more distant than other times. you finished, smiling at him. “done.” you simply said. he patted your head, catching you off guard. “thank you.” he said.

if he wasn’t all patched up, neteyam would’ve ate up that guy again. the audacity.

“oh thank you ( y/n ) ! such a sweet woman you are.” ronal patted you on the back warmly, making your stomach flip at thought of her knowing what happened earlier.

ronal and ao’nung got all their stuff, reassuring you and neteyam that you could close the pod whenever you wanted to. you blushed and thanked her. neteyam was seated on the medical table. ao’nung couldn’t do anything but go with his mother, feeling jealousy boil in his blood.

the pod got quiet. not a single sound coming out of the two of you, only neteyam getting up to sit on the mattress instead. you slowly walked and sat near him. the tension was too heavy, so you decided to get your panem et circenses out, just like roman impearoars did.

you got a cigarette out of your pack, and lit it up. neteyam smirked at you, actually realising you two hadn’t met at the beach in a long time.

you passed it to him, which made you immediately regret it.

seeing neteyam all bloody, patched and smoking was going to be the death of you. and he knew it.

you passed the cigarette between you two, not a word being spoken. you’d have to cleanse the whole place later since it was important to keep this pod clean, but you didn’t mind as long as you could spend time together. you just enjoyed eachother’s company, not having to worry in trying to engage in small talk, y’all were already beyond that step.

as he took the last breath, he pressed the cigarette against the floor, he spoke.

“would you like to talk a bit ?” he said, a soothing tone and a pair of eyes looking for yours. you lightly smiled and nodded.

“you start.” you said, looking at him. he stayed quiet for a few seconds, almost trying to recollect his thoughts. he though about the whole discourse he had in mind, and was so excited to tell you. so he just let his thought flow out of his mouth, no restrains.

“i’m sorry.”

you raised an eyebrow, a smirk appearing on your face. you had no idea of what he was asking forgiveness for.

“for beating ao’nung ?” you suggested.

“fuck no.” he quickly said, jokingly pushing you. you laughed.

“i’m sorry for making you feel that way. you know, the whole object situation…” he said awkwardly. your mouth dropped in an ‘o’ shape realising what he was talking about. the pod got quiet for a second, but he continued.

“i just want you to know, that i’ve never saw you, i don’t see you, and will never see you as an object. i’m not joking. you’re special ( y/n ). seriously. i feel disgusting thinking about how i treated you and made you feel.” he slowly grabbed your hand, catching your attention.

you ears slightly moving upwards, cheeks flushing with heat. he moved his thumb in circular motions, caressing you.

“i’ve never seen anyone as much as i see you. do you understand ? i see you, for fuck’s sake.” you gently gasped, eyes slightly lighting up, trying so hard to hide your smirk.

neteyam has never been good with words and admitting things, but just the fact that he said all of this to you means a lot. you wanted to hug him, and tell him that you forgive him, but is that what you really deserve ?

no, you’re gonna make him beg for it.

his hands rapidly circled your waist, raising you up to seat you on his lap. his hand now on your back holding you. you were so proud of yourself right now for not feeling the need to have this man’s tip in the back of your throat, because oh how attractive he was when he was vulnerable.

“please, please, please. forgive me.” he said. eyes lightly squinted, and oh so desperate. you could already feel heat pool in your cunt, your clit throbbing at any word of his.

“i might as well kill myself if i have to live with the thought that i made you feel bad and you never forgave me. we don’t have to get back together, i could never and will never force you, but only if that’s what you want. you have no idea of how much regret i felt after realising the impact that my words had on you.” he pleaded, you could feel his heart thudding rapidly against your chest. he sounded like he meant it.

would it be too bad to give him a chance ?

“oh really ?” “yes.” he said, without any hesitation.

your hand slowly reached his jaw caressing it, noticing a sparkle in neteyam’s eyes. you guided your head towards his neck, making him hold his breath, eyes flashing.

you lightly kissed his jaw, then his cheek, and then his mouth. he didn’t wait and didn’t fight back. you positioned another light kiss on his lips, feeling his arms roaming on your back.

“i forgive you.” you whispered, positioning your lips against his again hungrily . you felt him smile against your mouth, a hand on his neck deepening the kiss. just a few seconds after, a whine left his mouth, leaving you almost surprised. his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. you smiled, a grin plastered on your face as you slowly dived in the crook of his neck, kissing and biting everything you could.

a soft breath left his lips, still slightly parted. you grabbed his chin, leaving you more space to work on. as you left marks and kisses, he could feel a tent forming in his loincloth, and you being directly over it wasn’t helping. he contained himself from grinding against you, to try and get some friction. you harshly grabbed a piece of his hair, tugging on his scalp.

and that, plus the neck kissed couldn’t hold him from moaning. he had no idea how turned on you were right now. your slick started smearing his loincloth, but you weren’t ashamed one bit.

he bit his lip trying to contain all his sounds, but you untucked it.

“there’s no one here, let me hear every single noise you make. that’s how good boys get prizes.” you whispered, nibbling at his earlobe. he could feeling himself twitching at your ‘good boy’. there were a few times where neteyam played the sub role, but never in his life has he enjoyed it this much.

“are you a good boy, nete’ ?” you asked him, expecting an answer.

“fuck.” he whispered, shaking and whimpering. you suddenly stopped, as he gave you a questioning look. you felt his hands gripping your waist, the teasing getting to his head.

“i said…” you started, looking at him.

“are you a good boy nete’ ?” you finished, a tear threatening to leave neteyam’s eye. he nodded multiple times, trying to convince you to get back to what you were doing. “i need words.”

“yes, ( y/n ). please.” he said, almost sounding like a whisper. you could feel his precum staining your panties, your fluids mixing. his nails started to dig deep into your hip’s flesh.

“good boy.” you trailed your hand, carefully tracing all of his abs, getting a few whines out of him. there’s nothing in the world that neteyam loved more than edging.

getting edged, edging someone, he couldn’t give a fuck. the tension, the teasing, the desperation. he loved it all, seeing someone so close yet so far. not getting what he wants was such a turn on for him. feeling your cunt clench around his fingers desperately after stopping, just a second before your orgasm. seeing your juices flow uncontrollably after tracing back from your clit, his face between your thighs, legs shaking, feeling your thighs about to suffocate him, trying everything to get his face a bit more near your heat. your pussy holding his dick thigh when he pulls your hips down on him, him sliding in you, only to then not move and leave you there squelching and crying. oh he loved it.

he felt your fingers work on his loincloth, he reached out to help you. he suddenly got slapped away, his dick twitching and a gasp leaving his mouth. “hands off, if i see you moving again i will shut everything off.” you said, a serious expression on your face. how he wanted you to use him as your little toy. being that his only purpose.

his loincloth got discarded to somewhere in the room, a smirk on your face when his dick sprung up hitting his abdomen. he hissed at the feeling of cold air hitting his tip, a tear rolling down his cheek. he gripped the sheets, containing himself.

he watched you as your top fell off, leaving your plump tits on display for him, your nipples hard from the coldness of the room. his eyes widened, never getting tired of this show. he slowly guided his hand to his dick, stroking slowly and the grip tightening as he got close to his tip. his mind fogged up when you suddenly slapped him.

his face turned to the left, mouth parted. his grip loosened, his hands back on your waist. he got slapped once again, when you said to not move you weren’t kidding. his bottom lip trembled.

you got up, leaving him there, putting your top on. his heart fell, a guilty look on his face.

“since you can already do anything by yourself, i might as well not be here, right ‘teyam ? i thought you were my good boy ?” you said, making him even more guilty, absolutely loving the show he was putting on for you.

“i- ah! i am, i swear, please.” he crawled to you, wrapping himself over your thigh, he looked up at you. “promise ?” you said, teasing him. “yes, i promise, please- fuck, please.” he cried, heat flushing his cheeks from the embarrassment. he’s never been this desperate before for someone.

you placed him back where he was, getting your loincloth off, your juices already smearing your thighs. you sat on his dick, your folds hugging his shaft, getting a loud moan out of him. he squeezed his eyes shut, not daring to move.

“( y/n ), please, i’m begging you. i’ll do anything, but please.” he cried out, his dick painfully throbbing, his tip so sensitive.

“please, what ?” you asked. he bit his lower lip, ashamed to say anything. as i already said, neteyam has never been good with words, but in this game there no place for difficulties.

“please, fuck me.” he said, lowering his gaze, the sheets about to rip in his hand.

“if only everyone else could see how desperate you are. is this the mighty warrior, hm ?” you said, grabbing his braids, tugging at them, raising his head, as he sobbed. your gaze locked with his teary one, a bit of spit drooling. your degradation plus the hair pulling made him whimper like a little bitch, music to your ears.

“what do you want ? do you want me to fuck you while you moan like a dumb whore ?” you said, with the meanest voice possible, knowing all your mean words were running straight to his dick.

“y-yes.” he confirmed, crying in your hand. he felt embarrassed to admit it, but that's the only way he could've gotten what he wanted, or not. you smiled, grabbing his dick, his head immediately raising hitting the wall behind him. you gave it a few strokes, neteyam’s mouth wide open loud moans falling down.

you gently pushed his tip in your entrance, his abdomen contracting. he already felt so good, stretching you out. he widened his eyes, shocked when he felt you falling on his dick with a sharp fall. you were so tight hugging him, you could still feel him twitching inside of you, a few moans leaving your mouth. you just sat there feeling the full stretch enjoying every second. he got impatient needing you to move, or he’ll probably lose his mind.

“please- move.” he said, feeling his patience slowly thinning out more and more. you were playing with him.

“acting like a strong ass motherfucker only for you to stand below me and beg me like the great warrior you are. what would jake think about you ?” you smirked at him, laughing because you loved making fun of him in these situations, seeing him trying to lower his gaze because he can’t handle the shame but he couldn’t because you were still holding his hair. you tugged his hair once again, feeling him painfully twitch inside of you.

“shit- momma…” he said, his eyes panicking when he realised what he had just said, hiding his face in your hand. your eyebrows raised in a shocked expression, but also very satisfied.

“maybe i’m wrong. what would neytiri think of her son calling another woman mommy ? do you enjoy it ?” you said, making fun of him but he didn’t know you enjoy it much more than he did. your mom didn’t use to like you that muhc, what could anyone expect ?

he got tired but also was so so so turned on, you just were a mean slag, weren’t you ?

“yes ! now PLEASE.” he said grinding himself , slowly thrusting in you, your cheeks warming up.

you pressed his abs down, stopping him from doing anything.

“neteyam. if you do anything again, i am not kidding i will leave you here, in heat and in pain.” you threatened, his eyes widened, his heart thudding fast.

“no, no, no, no, no please fuck- okay ! please just do something.” he said, begging you to not leave him. you threatening him tho… that’s something he didn’t know he would like.

you slowly started thrusting, catching him off guard. he felt his orgasm bubble up in his stomach, leaving you to do all the work. you panted as you felt his tip kissing your cervix. you stabilised yourself on his shoulders, fastening your pace. he moaned and moaned, you made him see stars. the best part of the edging in his opinion, was feeling his orgasm hit him like a truck from all the teasing.

all the edging and teasing made him manage to not last a single second, spurting all of his thickness in you, painting your alls white. your thrusting was more than enough, but your degradation was on another level. he’s 100% sure he could come just from your words, that’s also something he would like to try. his heart threatened to jump out of his ribcage when he felt you not stopping, overstimulating him.

“no- ngh, ( y/n ) stop, enough !” he cried and mumbled, not daring to stop you because only Eywa knows what would happen. “you begged for it, now take it.” you said, not being able to hold off a moan.

he rolled his head, hitting the wall once against, his thighs tensing. he could feel his eyes hurting from how much they were rolled back. fuck, this was too much. a thin layer of sweat covering the both of you. you fucked him dumb, like there was no tomorrow. he loves you, he loves you, he loves you.

this was it, in this exact moment he decided you were going absolutely nowhere.

his mouth opened as a second orgasm hit him, the same time it hit you. you both moaned, riding out your highs, head in the clouds. he calmed himself down as he looked at you, a smile plastered on his face.

not only you fucked him, while he enjoyed everything but you two also talked, solving everything out. things weren’t going to be the exact same as before, but he wouldn’t mind working for it again for you.

you panted, him sliding out of you, your cunt smeared in juices, his cum falling down your legs. he guided his hand to your pussy, a thumb pushing his cum in you. you laughed at his gesture, as you hovered your hand over him, to help him get up. he grabbed it, and got up. you silently wore back all your loincloths, making sure everything was okay.

“want to go swim a bit and get all cleaned up ?” he said, waiting for your reply.

you smiled, realising how much he actually knew you.

“yea, sure.” he smirked at your try to sound like you didn’t care. he grabbed you, bridal style, you gasped when you couldn’t feel your feet on a surface anymore. your arm slithered around his neck, holding yourself on something. you walked out of the pod, noticing it wasn’t night yet. he walked a bit, trying to look for a good spot for the two of you. you were very picky on where you wanted to swim.

he noticed one, as you felt his walk getting faster, getting that he was not going to stop.

“neteyam ?” you questioned, as he suddenly started running towards the sea, gripping you tightly. your eyes flashed when the realisation hit you. “no, neteyam- stop !” you said, but it was too late as he jumped in the water, feeling it hug both of your bodies. you swam to the surface, breathing loudly. he resurfaced, and whipped his hair from side to side. you both laughed as you swam towards him, your legs hugging his waist, his hands reaching to hold you by your thighs, arching your back.

you heard him call his ilu, as it came towards him. you jumped on it, hugging neteyam’s back to hold yourself. he placed a hand on your thigh as you both swam. you laughed at his gesture. he’s his daddy’s son.

as the ilu swam faster, he could feel your hold getting more and more tight. you placed your cheek on his back, getting him all worked up and flustered. these were the kind of moments he never wanted to forget, if he were to die that day he would’ve died a happy man. with his mate, in the ocean, everything in place.

you felt him suddenly stop, reaching a part of the village that reminded him of the forest, his home. he thought it was the time that the two things that made him the most happy would finally meet. he got off the ilu, holding a hand for you to grab on. you helped yourself with it, smiling at him. an arm snaked your shoulders, him guiding you in the place.

you couldn’t stand the beauty of it. the variety of plants, the animals, the peacefulness. this was the kind of places that you loved, in that moment also thinking kiri would’ve gone crazy over a location like this. she missed the forest like crazy, but also did neteyam, and probably everyone else. you saddened at the thought of neteyam leaving his home and having to adapt t a whole new home and habitat. you held him tighter, making him raise and eyebrow and smile. he positioned his head on yours, as you both walked.

“i’m definitely faster than you know, i’ve been training.” you said catching his attention, teasing him.

“nah, you’re not.” he said non chalantly. “you’re a pussy.” you laughed at him, getting a flick of his finger on your forehead in return. “ow !” you complained, as you both laughed. he suddenly grabbed your hand, making you run with him, feeling exactly like in the forest. all the colours, couldn’t help but bring you nostalgia. the sky as clear as it could ever be. you both ran.

running deeply, running wild.

you laughed and joked as you jumped from a place to another, noticing you still were both good at it, even though you didn’t get the chance to do this often. your abilities weren’t much need in the metkayina clan, even though you two were the best in the omaticaya clan.

neteyam was smiling, until he heard a familiar sound making him immediately stop, his ears sprung up, a serious expression on his face as his smile dropped. you suddenly stopped running, noticing he also stopped. you were confused, when he motioned you to not move, only making you more confused.

“could you do me a favour ?” he said, looking at you, cupping your face in his hands, the most serious expression plastered on his face.

“yea sure, what is it ?” you asked curiously, waiting for his response.

“run.”

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˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 6

⁀➷ part six : SHOW ME.

notes : how could i not publish a chapter on st valentine’s day ! here’s pt. 6, and let me know if y’all like it ! i decided to confuse y’all a bit, so just go look at how things went ;)

words : 5,24 k

tags : neteyam x reader x ao’nung, teasing, mentions of rape but nothing actually happening, words of comfort, alluding to smut in next part.

you woke up, lazily opening your eyes. neteyam holding you with his head on your chest, his arms tangled with your waist, the same way his legs were tangled with yours. you looked at him, asleep, his mouth slightly parted.

if his friends could see the way he was tangled to you like you were his moma, they would probably make fun of him for eternity. but at the same time, he was that comfortable that he could do whatever he wants with you without being ashamed.

he’s always been the biggest brother, he had to comfort and to guide others, and take care of everything, but who was there for him ? who could comfort him and guide him ?

the responsibilities sometimes weighted too much, making him break down.

but since you two started going to the beach, to smoke and talk, get everything off your mind, his life has progressed a lot. he always looked for you everywhere.

you’re the star he looks for every night.

you were there to be that motherly person he never had in his life. neytiri was a very good mother, but she sometimes didn’t realise how many responsibilities she laid on him. sometimes even pressuring him. but you didn’t pressure him into anything. you were just there to comfort him, do what he wanted to do, without feeling guilt or shame.

you loved the way he let you see that side of him. so fragile, so pure.

neteyam is a child in an adult’s body. because all of the things he’s been through, he’s grown up to be a tall child. you didn’t even realise that in the meanwhile, you shed a tear. everyone was so hard on him, even you. you made his life hell, like it wasn’t enough. you didn’t even think for a moment about the fact that he had to leave his home, the forest, and come here, where the people are different, where everyone judged him for not being metkayina.

you were shaken by him waking up. he hugged your torso, and still laid his head on your chest. you gently caressed his hair, laying a kiss on his head. you felt his lips curl on your skin. please, please, please don’t ever take neteyam away from me.

“neteyam” you said in a low tone.

“mh ?” he hummed back.

“we have to get up” he sighed, raising his head. you could see he was still tired, but at least if you two got up now, you could have breakfast and spend a bit of time together before parting ways. he had to train, and you had to talk to jake. you two are supposed to help ao’nung’s father with something you genuinely had no idea of. he lazily got up, giving you a hand. you looked at him for a sec, and he immediately understood what you wanted. he sighed once again, lifting you up, you hugged him. one hand on your ass, of course, and the other on your back. you circled his neck with your arms, laying a soft kiss on his neck.

he walked to the kitchen, plopping you down on the table once again. “can you go get the food from your parents’ pod ?” you said trying to convince him.

“oh c’mon ! my mom will skin me. at least go with me.” he said dragging you to the living room to get dressed. you huffed.

“ok fine !” he left a kiss on your cheek, putting a his cloth on. you picked out a top from your wardrobe, it was a shiny one with shells attached to it. it was definitely the prettiest one you had.

you felt neteyam behind you, unlatching it. you were super confused.

“no, ‘teyam we don’t have time-” you hurriedly said, eyebrows pinched in an angry expression. what sick idea was it to fuck before going to his parents’ pod ?

“if you think i’m letting you go to my dad’s pod in that tiny shiny top after i heard what you said last night about him, you have gone absolutely nuts.” he said, killing every protest of yours. he was seriously jealous of his dad ? you laughed, but also you couldn’t stop thinking about how much you loved him. this man was hilarious.

you put another top on, it was green, leafs covering it. he gave you an approving look which made you smile. you slowly walked out of your pod, enjoying every second you guys could have before starting the day.

“dad ? mom ?” neteyam asked, getting in his pod. you walked right behind him, noticing lo’ak and kiri eating on the table. “they’re not here…” kiri said with a questioning tone, eyeing the both of you. well, especially you.

she gave you that ‘you’re telling me everything later’ look, which you only smiled to. it’s not like you had any other option. lo’ak was even more confused than her, eyeing you both.

you sat down, keeping your distance from neteyam, since you still didn’t feel a hundred percent comfortable showing affection public. he noticed, sliding right beside you, a betting expression on his face, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the two guys that were in front of you. you coughed, trying to signal him to not get so close.

they both noticed the tension between y'all, so kiri decided to just tell y'all.

“so um…” she said, catching your attention, neteyam looking at her. she definitely noticed.

“… tuk has kind of already told us everything” kiri finished almost like it was a question more than an affirmation, she told them everything this morning when her and lo’ak couldn’t help but notice that the two of you were missing. you felt heat spread in your cheeks, not daring to make eye contact with lo’ak. just the thought of TUK knowing everything embarrassed you so much, you covered your face with your hands and deeply sighed. on the other hand, neteyam almost felt relived, his ears going up. he didn’t have to be the one to tell everything, and he also didn’t have to pressure you.

“oh, thank god.” he said, pulling you to sit on his lap, hand on your stomach, back pressed on his chest. “neteyam, have some fucking shame.” you said screaming, looking at him with an angry expression on your face, a confused expression on his.

“don’t you fucking scream at me, they know ! stop stressing, what the fuck.” he replied back, you could feel his legs tense under you. his eyebrows pinched together, mouth full of food.

“ugh, at least try and be ashamed ! and close your fucking mouth !” you screamed, forcing your hands on his jaw in an attempt at closing his mouth. he placed his bowl on the table, catching your hands holding them. “keep your goddamn hands off my face, you dirty slag !” he said, offended. kiri and lo’ak laughed at the scene, recognising that the two of you didn’t change one bit.

“and what the fuck are you laughing at ? lo’ak don’t think i’m not going to beat your ass later.” neteyam said dealing with them, lo’ak’s grin immediately dropping, your cheeks super red.

“NETEYAM !” you said, kiri widening her eyes even more, jaw falling. she looked at you, realising you told her nothing about it. “BRO I SWEAR IT WASN’T LIKE THAT !” lo’ak defended himself. you all laughed, easing the mood.

you slowly tried to get off neteyam’s lap, while he talked with lo’ak and kiri about something you weren’t listening to. you heard him stop talking, and realised he was side eyeing you.

he grabbed your thighs and replaced them on his lap. “stop moving, they already know we fucked and i took your virginity , don’t worry.” he chuckled and laughed. kiri gasped, but lo’ak laughed too.

in that moment, you felt a vein in your heart hurting. you felt naked, in front of all of them, getting thrown in the air like you were a piece of meat. such a special and important moment for you, getting talked about like you were one of his whores. neteyam didn’t notice at the beginning, but kiri did. she looked at you, almost asking sorry. but why would she apologise, it’s not her fault. you felt tears getting crowded in your eyes, and now you weren’t comfortable with neteyam’s hands all over your body. you felt stared at, even though kiri was the only person looking at you, caring about you. you regretted everything. the talks, the kisses, the sex, the love, the feelings.

in that exact moment, you wish you never met him. you thought he was different, you thought he could be better, but he is just the exact same. you felt dizzy, something heavily thumping in your head. kiri noticed your absent gaze, neteyam didn’t. how much did he really care about you ?

he found himself asking that question pretty often. since the dawn of time, you were only kind of a bet to him. something to win, a prize. without the sugarcoating, he saw you as an object. a very beautiful attractive shiny object, but still. he didn’t want to see you that way, but he just couldn’t. things obviously changed a bit, but your perception of his feelings towards you didn’t.

the way he was holding you inner thigh, the way his hand was grasping your shoulder, didn’t feel attractive anymore. it felt almost… molesting. kind of rapey too. you felt unsafe.

yes, between neteyam’s arms you felt unsafe. something that never occurred with ao’nung. you felt spikes chocking you, a heavy weight in your stomach, and you couldn’t manage to keep your tears to yourself.

did you make the right choice ?

a tear slipped from your eyes, and kiri noticed. you were literally trembling between neteyam's arms and he couldn't care or notice. you aggressively wiped it away, excusing yourself to get out of the pod. you needed some air. you couldn’t even breathe anymore, and you remembered neteyam’s hands. chocking you. no, let’s use the right words.

he was strangling you.

and you felt like a slut, because of how much you liked it, not realising you probably interpreted his actions wrongly. maybe he just wanted to abuse you, and you couldn’t even notice it because your brain and eyes were fogged with pleasure. your brain and eyes were fogged by him.

“excuse me.” you said, in the lowest tone possible. you got up, not being able to ignore the way neteyam’s eyes and fingers lingered on you, feeling like they were raping you. he didn’t even notice, and smirked at you. you felt almost like throwing up. kiri couldn’t hold back anymore, and as soon as you got out of the pod, she followed you.

you felt the fresh salty air get in your lungs, healing you, getting all the fog out of your brain. you couldn’t hold your tears back anymore, you weren’t even sobbing. just quiet tears scarring your face. those type of scars that never fade away.

you called your ilu, Dah’lia, and got on her back, your legs and feet now wet, feeling the ocean hug you more delicately than neteyam ever could. your ears sprung up, hearing kiri’s voice call you. you watched her as she got on her ilu’s back too. “( y/n ) ! wait !”

she was right beside you, wind blowing on your faces, bubbles tickling your feet, waves getting more and more big. “is everything okay ?” kiri spat out while trying to catch her breath.

you watched her as she brought a hand to your chest, while you decided what to say.

should you lie, say you’re fine, get back in your pod, and get meaninglessly fucked by your so called future mate, hoping every second he would not see the scared lonely shadow in your eyes, and hoping it would end as soon as possible, to able to just go to sleep, where neteyam couldn’t hover over you. the kid you were so in love with, would’ve never done such things, but still here we are. had you outgrown eachother ? was it a miscommunication type of thing ?

were you wrong for thinking about it that, or were you possibly overthinking again ?

should you say the truth ?

“i don’t know.” you calmly said to her, which wasn't entirely a lie, your voice hiding years of self doubt and hope. but hope saved no one, not even your secret hopeless romantic soul.

kiri sighed, her hand placed between your elbow and your shoulder, caressing it. it felt very different to neteyam’s touch, that once felt so protecting but now only felt dirty and disgusting.

“it’s just…” you sighed, gaze low, staring at the bottom of the ocean, so clear and so calm. you tried to collect your words, and explain everything to her. because she was the last person you wanted to disappoint by lying or even just lightly sugarcoating anything.

“… he said it, in that monotone, cold and materialistic way… that i almost felt like an object.” you finally said, a sob threatening to escape. spikes getting more and more heavy in your throat.

“oh, dear ( y/n ).” she said, hugging you. you grasped on her like your life depended on it, lowering your head on her shoulders, letting a few other tears escape. you could feel her heartbeat against your chest, calm and low. the heat of her hug, comforting you.

you let your thought and flaws flow inside of her, feeling all the negative energy get out of your system. you recollected yourself, and brushed every tear out of your face. you rapidly smiled at her, now having to go to jake and tonowari’s reunion.

“thank you.” you simply said. she smiled at you, kissing you on the cheek, still realising that neteyam could have never kissed you that delicately.

she brought her hand up, her ilu starting to go away as she said goodbye to you. you heard neteyam and lo’ak getting out of the pod, so you rapidly went away. neteyam noticed you, his smile slowly dropping finally realising that something could possibly be wrong.

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

jake saw you walking towards him, his arms opening to embrace you in a hug. he noticed your low mood, which he hates to admit has been your default these days. he didn’t want to be self-absorbed but he feared it was neteyam. you walked towards him, letting yourself melt in the hug, your head against his chest, his arms caressing your head. you felt tears prickle your eyes, but it was enough for today.

enough crying. you hugged him tighter, and he felt his heart squeeze in his chest. you felt your heart throb, and you couldn’t do anything but frown, tears threatening to fall. in this moment, you were so embarrassed about the way you talked about him that night with neteyam. you felt shame, almost like you were naked and everyone was watching you, once again.

you felt exposed, but who’s fault was it ? you were the one that exposed yourself.

you sniffed, catching his attention, him closely leaning to look at you in the eyes. you sniffed a couple more times, feeling your cheeks wet, and took a deep breath. jake looked at you with a sad tingle in his eyes. he was so wrong. he was so so wrong. but now you were knuckle deep.

he knew that even if you tried to leave neteyam, you would’ve had to kill him to actually be able to continue living your life. he was never going to leave you alone. as much as he loved you, he loved you in the wrong way. jake and neytiri recognised that, and they were not only scared for him but also his future mate.

neteyam couldn’t realise it, he was too deep in his fantasies, in his little sick world.

and unfortunately, you were absorbed in that world too.

the only way you could modify an already dried vase, is by breaking it.

you sucked in a deep breath, and smiled at him, tears still glossing your puffy eyes. he sadly smiled at you, trying to at least be your support for today.

you always thought neteyam was that father figure you needed in your life, not knowing you had the most perfect dad right in front of your eyes. maybe that’s why.

neteyam was jealous, jealous because jake treated you the way he should’ve been treated.

“why not me ?”

maybe he was overly protective and overly jealous of others, because he was scared you could find someone better. he knew there was someone better. just waiting for you to leave him, and embrace you in his arms, giving you the world and more.

he would rather see you unhappy with him, rather than happy with someones else.

because that was the last prove. he was not enough.

for you, for his dad, for lo’ak, for neytiri, for no one.

“atta girl.” he said, positioning his hand on your shoulder, comforting you.

“i love you, dad.” you slowly whispered. eyes looking up at him, you not knowing that he felt the same exact spiked in his throat, that you were feeling a bit of time ago.

“i love you too, daughter.” he said, giving you a light smile. he brought you next to him, hip to hip and walking towards tonowari’s pod. you enjoyed everything.

every breeze of wind, every ray of sun, because you never knew when it was going to be the last time, and if you only knew that that was the last time. jake got in, holding the flap for you, you entered. tonowari was seated in the centre, ao’nung next to him.

he was as shocked as you, not expecting you to be here. his eyes flashed open, his heart squeezing in his chest. he couldn’t breathe for a second, goosebumps flowing to his back.

same thing happened to you, trying hold the eye contact. god, how you missed him.

he immediately lowered his gaze, frowning towards nothing.

did it make you sad ? yes.

was it all your fault ? yes

you got out of your thoughts thanks to jake, who sat down, patting the place right next to him. ao’nung couldn’t even pretend that jake’s gesture didn’t remind him of what he did that night. of how you humiliated him. the way you ran in neteyam’s arms after everything.

tonowari looked at his son, his features softening as he saw ao’nung’s expression. he drifted his hand slowly on his back, patting it. it was going to be hard but he had to.

“so, were where we ?” tonowari said.

“oh yes, ao’nung’s mating ceremony.”

you were a hundred percent sure they heard your heart falling, because there was no fucking way. your head tilted upwards immediately, lips slightly parted, throat heavy . ao’nung’s squeezing his eyes as much as he could, just like jake.

“fuck.” was all he could think of, like things weren’t already as difficult as they could be for you. he noticed, the way your head tilted upwards, tears pooling in your eyes.

if he knew what the reunion was going to be about, he would’ve never brought you there with him. his heart thudding fast, his muscles tensing. ao’nung didn’t even think you were going to be there, tonowari knew a little to nothing about what happened between you two.

but he rapidly understood, it was much serious than he thought.

you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat. closed your eyes for a second and breathed, just like jake taught you.

“with who ?” you asked. a gasp almost leaving jake’s mouth, looking at you with a confused expression. how far did you want to go ? ao’nung looked up at you, lips parting to answer you, but he couldn’t. he physically couldn’t.

he was feeling sick to his stomach, having to pretend for the rest of his life that that woman was you. but she could never. she could never be as witty.

she could never be as caring.

she could never be as lovely.

she could never be as mean.

she could never be as evil.

she could never be as selfish.

she could never be you, end of discussion.

“Alyara.” tonowari said, softly smiling at you, which to be honest only made things worse.

you slowly nodded your head, lips pressed together.

the reunion continued, but without you. you were too lost in your own thoughts. you had lost him. at least this alyara could make him happier than you ever could. you had nothing to worry about. you suddenly felt your chest almost floating, like you were relieved. you felt… calm ?

“hey, ( y/n ), ao’nung.” you both raised your heads, recognising tonowari’s voice, ears standing up. “why don’t you go take a walk ?” he said, in a soothing voice, a smile plastering his face. ugh.

you eyed ao’nung, you didn’t mind if he didn’t mind. maybe walking a bit could give you some time alone. his gaze lifted, locking in with yours. your heart skipped a bit.

“that’s fine.” you said, getting up waiting for him. if he didn’t want to, this would’ve officially been the most embarrassing moment of your life. he got up too, looking at his dad, well more like killing him with his eyes. you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and got out, the sound of the waves immediately kissing your ears. you closed your eyes and breathed in.

you could never get tired of it.

you saw ao’nung getting out of the pod too, you looked back at him and smiled. you actually forgot how pretty this man could be. he was much taller than you, and also much more bulked than neteyam. he had more of a lean long look, while ao’nung was a bit more toned. the shoulders to waist ratio made you literally go crazy. there was nothing that could be more attractive. his v-line soft, but his cloth a bit more down than usual.

his thighs. they were pretty big, something that neteyam didn’t have. you couldn’t stop thinking about how much different it would’ve felt to ride his thigh instead of your mate’s, feeling arousal pool between your legs. ao’nung noticed. and tried to not care as much he wanted to.

your eyes wandering all over his body. if only he knew that in the exact moment that neteyam said he noticed you watching his thighs, you actually liked ao’nung’s thighs a lot more.

“would you like to go for a swim instead ?” ao’nung asked, smiling at you. he hesitated a lot before asking you, but he thought you’re already in deep deep shit, why not swim in it ? swimming together didn’t have to necessarily mean you two were going to fall back in love, well maybe you didn’t even love him in the first place. but who cares ? everything has been done already.

you met his gaze, his smile warming your stomach. you smiled back at him. “yeah, sure.”

he grabbed your hand, goosebumps rising all over your body. you felt the same dizziness as the first time you ever smoked, head thumping loudly. you two swished around all the pods, ao’nung laughing, the only thing connecting you was your locked hands.

even when you had already grown up and lived a million moments, that one with ao’nung for some reason, had a special place in your heart. the simpleness, the genuinity, the tension.

all of those factors, made the moment even more special than it probably was.

you two suddenly stopped, reaching your favorite spot to swim. you could feel the breeze caressing your skin, the sun kissing your cheeks.

you two looked at each other, and ao’nung started counting with his hands to three. a second after, the cold water was hugging your body. there’s nothing that you loved more than a breakfast swim, when the water’s extremely cold and you can feel it everywhere.

neteyam didn’t even try to know it, but ao’nung didn’t have to. he noticed.

he noticed your love for books, tobacco, poems, the moon, the stars, shells especially those shimmery silver ones, green, the ocean, and strawberries. he saw everything.

neteyam loved you, but one day you would unfortunately have to die. ao’nung loved your soul, something that could’ve never died, that would live different lifes and discover new things. if you died, he would be jealous of the earth that could hug your body, and of the new person your soul would be inside.

you especially loved this spot because of how well you could see the life of it. all the beatiful creatures lurking in their own special place, the way the soft sand could hug your feet when you could go that deep down, the way the water was so clear.

and this was his favorite spot, because he could always see your smile here.

he submerged, catching his breath, a few braids framing his face. a few drops ran across his face to his chin, where they dropped and went back to the sea. you still had a bit of difficulty swimming well, and holding your breath. when ao’nung noticed you struggling he dipped back in, swimming right in front of you. you felt him latch his arms circling his waist and ass, bringing you up.

you hurriedly breathed, catching your breath, you arms circling his shoulder and head, your stomach against his chest. he breathed out, looking at you. he was mesmerising, to say the least.

you couldn’t ignore the way his strong arms where holding you with no difficulty, he made you feel so tiny and delicate, almost like you could break at any given time. you couldn’t even ignore the way his arms were against your ass, holding it tightly. if neteyam saw the two of you right now, the world would have probably already ended.

you had your hands on his shoulders, supporting yourself. still breathing heavily, but not because of the water. because of him. the way his eyes tingled when looking at you, your stomach flipping at the thought of you clearing that sparkle in his eyes. you hand cupped his cheek, making his stomach flip this time. he could feel his heart beating so so fast.

he slowly slid you down, your legs hugging his abdomen, your core now against his stomach. the most subtle movement of his would immediately make you moan, without any shame. your puffy bud pressed against his muscly core, could make you see stars. a twinkle in your eyes.

your hands travelled from the top of his shoulders, to his side, a bit more upward his waist. you travelled your hands along the lines that his ribcage left on his skin. him being overly sensitive because of every move you make. your finger slowly traced the lines of his abs, he whined, his core flexing, it being his most sensitive spot. your mouth slightly parting at the realisation. his cheeks flushed, as pink as they could get.

he thanked god your pussy wasn’t against his waist, or you could’ve felt the tent his dick was making in his cloth. it twitching desperately at every touch of yours. he could feel his precum leaking, marking his cloth. he rolled his eyes, sighing.

your hand trailed from his core to his v-line. he held his breath. your finger slowly tracing the lines that formed it. your finger slowly entered his cloth, his eyes now quite wide, mouth parted. you slightly pulled the string, then leaving it making it snap against his waist. he closed his eyes for a second, you could feel him holding you even more aggressively now.

you raised your head smiling at him, he looked at you tears lightly bubbling his eyes from the teasing. “girl i’m so in love with you.” if he could only have the courage to actually say it to you.

“please, give in.” he whispered , looking through at you through his lashes. his dick was begging to get the minimum amount to stimulation, it being left completely untouched because his hands where too busy holding you. he felt it twitch uncontrollably, he was too deep in now to stop.

you blinked a few times, not realising what he just said. you used to have to beg neteyam to get that type of words to come out of his mouth. he always felt the need to make you feel like you need him, but it was sometimes nice to feel needed.

and if he wasn’t the one to need you, then why give any ounce of your time to him ?

nobody needed more attention from you than ao’nung at the moment.

“why are you with him ? why not me ? what does he have that i don’t ?” he slowly said, a tear crossing his eyes. your heart squeezed, your palm wiping the tear away. he cuddled his head in your hand. “please.” he said.

“please give me a chance to give you what you deserve.” he pleaded and begged.

every second that passed, was torture for him. but he didn’t want to act like him.

he didn’t want to make you notice his erection, make you uncomfortable or even try to allude to anything. he was better. he wanted to treat you the way you deserved to be treated.

“aren’t you tired ?” he pinched his eyebrows, an offended look on his face. your face was sided to the left, not having the courage to look at him. he noticed, and grabbed your jaw.

at the feeling of his fingers on your jaw, you closed your eyes. but it wasn’t rough. it was the opposite. so gentle, you couldn’t believe it. he dragged your face back to him, his calloused big fingers lightly pressing on your cheeks. he saw the way you got scared at his gesture, and mentally promised himself to not let neteyam lay a hand on you ever again.

“aren’t you tired of being treated like a whore ?” he asked, your cheeks flushing at his vulgarity. your panties were soaking wet, he strangely didn’t feel anything. heat pooling between your legs, but you couldn’t squeeze your thighs together since they were wrapped around him.

“don’t you think you deserve better ? why don’t you let anyone treat you like you should ? i don’t get it.” he said. you had no idea of where this was going , but you were definitely not going to get back now.

“don’t you want to see how you could feel about being treated the way you should ?

why don’t you let me give you a chance at being happy ?”

“show me.”

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final notes : so... yeah ! this is kind of it for today ! hope y'all enjoyed, and PAH-LEASE let me know what y'all think in the comments and what y'all want to see in the next chapter's smut ;)

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CANT WAITT FOR PART 5

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 5

⁀➷ part five : YEAH, I AM.

notes : so hi y’all !! this is kind of part one of part five simply because i didn’t want to make y’all wait too much, so here’s this ! hope y’all enjoy it !

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you suddenly woke up. feeling cold but also being able to recognise a strong arm holding you tight, with a face in the crook of your neck. you could feel him breathing heavily, probably sleeping like a rock. you needed to go to the kitchen, your throat was so dry, but also abused. you grabbed neteyam’s arm trying to get it off you, without waking him up. you caressed it, noticing how strong and big it actually was. if ao’nung arms could protect a village, his arms could protect the world. his cheeks were a light pink, eyes relaxed and face warm. he was so pretty. like yes he was very very handsome and attractive, but he was also pretty. like very pretty.

he lazily smiled, making you blush because he noticed how you looked at him. he gently got up, he rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up. he looked at you. eyes tired, hair fucked up and his shirt on, which unfortunately didn’t hide your breasts, well it’s not like he was complaining. he wanted to fuck you all over again. it was still night, which got him confused, a questioning expression on his face. he circled your waist, getting you to lay down with him again. back against his sculpted abdomen, fitting you so well. head in the crook of your neck again, guiding his nose up and down on your sensitive skin.

“go back to sleep, skxwagn, it’s still night.” he said, in a sleepy voice. you grunted and got up again. this time getting him annoyed.

“i’m hungry, i’m going to the kitchen, txe’lan ( heart ).” you actually got up, trailing you way to get there. he suddenly got up, catching up on you. he was much much taller than you, which for some reason he found so attractive. how little you were, how his hand was the size of your head, the way his hand trailed on your face. he loved it.

you suddenly felt someone picking you up, and throwing you on their shoulder. neteyam siding your ass against his cheek. you sighed, feeling the blood traveling its way to your brain. “neteyam, get me down” you said trying to wiggle your legs, but they were held off by neteyam’s arms. you punched him in the back, only getting a slap on your ass in reply and a chuckle.

neteyam was the most ass guy on the planet. he loved your ass, from the way it was shaped to its fullness. even when the two of you would argue, he just couldn’t keep his eyes off it. and to think your butt was seated on or between ao’nung’s thighs made him want to kill himself. he was too jealous, and way too protective. he just wishes he could lock you in his house, only for him to see. because you need nobody, but him. only him. but he knew that he couldn’t do it, so as long as you’re happy it’s fine with him.

“ow !” you felt the sting burning, but all your little cries and whines, were music to neteyam’s ears.

he seated you on the kitchen table, getting in between your thighs, his legs caressing yours. you held your head against his chest, his arms wrapped your head. it was dead silent. you had no idea of when jake and neytiri would have to come back, but that’s the last thing you wanted to think about now. you two waisted so much time, and for what ? to think about how much time you could’ve spent together like this but instead it got wasted on fighting and screaming. it made your heart wrench. since that night you decided to fuck instead of talk, you still needed to talk everything out. but not now. now wasn’t the moment. you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, and that’s all you wanted to hear for the rest of your life.

he held your head between his hands, gently caressing your cheeks with his thumb. he smiled at you and asked.

“what do you want to eat ?”

“i don’t know, what do you want to eat ?”

“you’re telling me you got up, only to not know what you wanted to eat yawntutsyìp ( darling ) ?”

you sighed, looking around in the kitchen, when you remembered that one meal that jake apparently couldn’t live without. you used to always eat it with neteyam, when you were much younger.

“does jake have any leftover chicken nuggets ?” you said, looking at him.

he smiled, remembering all the times you two ate them, it was apparently your favorite meal.

he would always keep the last nugget for you.

“uuuh, i think so ? i’ll check.” he left you on the table, while he looked for your meal. you poured yourself a glass of water, drinking it. the cold water soothed your throat, hoping that it would start to not hurt by the time you had to wake up. how did you get here ? if you knew this would’ve happened, would have you done it again ? you were currently seated on his kitchen table, wearing his oversized shirt, and his pair of boxers.

happiness is a butterfly. and you were now the happiest ever.

just the thought of neteyam, bare chested making you a meal, you favorite meal, and being able to look at his gigantic back, seeing his shoulder move, his muscly arms deal with everything, his careful hands taking care of everything, his back muscles flexing as he moved. you could still see the scratches on his back, which made you chuckle. he felt so proud of them.

since you both were young, violence always meant love.

your scratches felt like caresses, his hands strangling your neck like a soft kiss.

neteyam has always showed his love through violence, while you always showed it by being the one getting the violence done to. the universe is a bastard.

distracting you from your thoughts, a plate being placed right o your thighs, while neteyam dragged a chair in front of you sitting on it. his shoulder framing his shoulders, his chest marked with hickeys, his abs perfect as always, his v-line well defined, his boxers sneaking out from his pants. the way you loved his waist. you never admitted it but you loved his slutty tiny waist so much. it’s his dad’s. you just knew it. jake was so attractive yes, but his son was even hotter. you just kept your thoughts to yourself because jake has always been the father figure in your life so it would’ve felt weird to be attracted to him.

your eyes gently flashed when you felt neteyam’s hand holding your chin, raising it to make you lock your eyes with his. a blush spreading on your cheek noticing neteyam’s smirk.

“eyes up here.” he said making you flush. “you have your dad’s waist.” you said, without even realising, accidentally thinking out loud which made you both stop for a sec.

“what ??” he said confused, even though he heard clearly what you said.

“nothing.” you quickly defended yourself, focusing on your plate.

“you observe my dad’s waist ?” he said, with an accusing tone, his eyebrows pinched together.

“oh c’mon, i didn’t like observe, but i did… notice.” you said giggling. he couldn’t believe what you just said. HIS DAD ?

he just stared at you quietly, a hand placed on your bare thigh.

“what ?” you said, acting like you didn’t know.

“do you find my dad attractive ?” he asked, making you choke on the nugget you were eating, coughing feeling your breath short. you drank some water, feeling better. you tried to act like you hear nothing, carrying on with your nuggets. the way this man could make the most basic meal but it would still be gourmet worthy. it’s not about what you can do for men, it’s about what men can do for you.

he slapped your thigh, getting a silent scream from you.

“okay, fine ! your dad is very very very hot and very very very attractive. is that what you wanted to hear ?” you said in a mocking voice. “if it makes you feel better, your mom’s is hot too.” you said, raising your eyebrows at him, a smile plastered on his face. his jaw falling more open at every word of yours.

he slowly got back, leaning on his chair, arms crossed. “oh really ?” “yeah really dumb ass.”

“would you fuck lo’ak ?” he suddenly said, catching you off guard. “neteyam, what the fuck c’mon now.” you replied, him still looking at you. “that’s not a motherfucking answer tho” we’re in a sassy men apocalypse.

“what the fuck” you said, rolling your eyes. sighing, you said.

“no, i wouldn’t, you can sleep peacefully.” “i bet y’all have already kissed, haven’t you ?”

he laughed, joking only to be met with your widened eyes and worried face.

did lo’ak tell him something ? did he not understand the intention behind the kiss ?

neteyam was confused, until he connected the dots. his smile dropping instantly.

“YOU FUCKING KISSED MY BROTHER ?” he screamed, squealing off his chair.

“it wasn’t like that !” you tried to explain, but he was already walking back and forth trough the kitchen his hands hugging his face laughing like a psycopath.

“i was starving myself because of you, and he just wanted to comfort me. that’s it.” you said trying to defend yourself, but it was useless.

“why didn’t you come to me then ?” “because you were quite literally the reason why i was starving myself in the first place.” even though you were joking, he felt his heart getting pinched by your words.

“yea, and did he also eat you out to relief the stress ?” he said in a joking tone, leaning over the fridge. oh he was so hot. he could be talking about his dead grandpa, and you would be fantasising about him unbuttoning your dress. he knew it.

“what, you jealous ?” you said chuckling. he walked to you, grabbing your jaw and making you skip a beat but not in a good way. “yeah, i am.” fuck me right now, fuck me sideways, fuck me upside down, please fuck me. was all was going though your mind.

“well, it’s not gonna happen again, so don’t even worry about it.”

“i hope so.”

you placed your empty plate in the sink, not feeling like washing it right now.

you plopped back on the table, neteyam placed between your legs, standing up.

he gently positioned his cold hands on your thighs, slowly tracing them to your back and shoulders, to then go back to your thighs. you had your arms on his shoulders, only looking at eachother. you hesitated, and placed a light kiss on his mouth. and another, and another.

the sweet kisses, turned into a makeout. tongues latched, his hands on your back, your hands circling his waist. he was your babygirl, because what the fuck.

you accidentally moaned in his mouth, and without any type of hesitation, he pulled you up, your legs tangling his waist, hands placed firmly on your ass to hold you.

whatever ao’nung did, he could do better.

you walked back to the living room, not noticing that someone turned the light on.

neteyam flashed his eyes as open as he could, and you immediately looked back to see what he was looking at. your heart instantly dropped to your stomach.

“OH, FUCK.” neteyam screamed, making you slide down, a hand still on your waist. you kind of protected yourself behind neteyam’s back, noticing the angry look on neytiri’s face, but the angry look on jake’s face was filled with so much proudness that it looked almost.

“NETEYAM TE SULI TSYEYK’ITAN.” neytiri screamed, neteyam felt his skin form goosebumps, swallowing heavily and heart thudding so fast he wa almost scared it was going to tip out of his chest. jake didn’t take much time to notice, he was bare chested, hickeys trailing a way in his chest, pants slightly down, his underwear’s elastic band showing. you were wearing his shirt, and apparently… his boxers too ?

jake has never felt so damn proud. but neytiri was another story.

“you are never going to see the light of the sun ever again.” neytiri hissed.

“mom…” neteyam sighed trying to form phrases, but his brain was literally mush, his dick still hard from moments before.

“i don’t want to hear it.” neytiri couldn’t even look at him in the eyes. jake tried so hard to get that smirk off his face but how could he ?

“i’m sorry, i’ll just go.” you suddenly said, neytiri and jake looking at you. you walked to the door, neteyam’s hand leaving your waist. you got out, and giggled your way to the tent. you did it. you and neteyam. you were one thing now. he finally admitted everything. you could deal with neytiri’s anger later, because now you couldn’t think about anything that wasn’t neteyam.

ao’nung noticed. he wasn’t seated much far from jake’s and neytiri’s pod. he was looking for you to talk, since he couldn’t sleep. he would always come to you. you were his only comfort.

you drew stars around his scars. but as soon as he noticed you walking to your pod, wearing his shirt with his boxers underneath, he felt his heart shatter.

his scars got deeper. he stood there not knowing what to do.

“can i… like…” neteyam tried to ask his father. he couldn’t lock his eyes with jake’s being too embarrassed about being caught in such a moment. fuck, he thought to himself. you walked back to your pod, in his underpants which hugged your ass so well, you didn’t even cover up. he sighed.

jake neared his ear.

“hurry the fuck up.” he said, sneaking a wink at him with a smile on his face.

neteyam immediately ran off to catch you. he ran a bit, and when he found you, he picked you up throwing you over his shoulder. you giggled, letting him carry you to the pod.

a wet cold scar traced ao’nung’s face, a tear threatening to fall off his chin.

final notes : lmao ik this is kind of short but i’ll try to compensate with some heavy begging sub neteyam smut in the next chapter ;) bye !

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like i’ll check my notifs in the morning and i’ll see something like “jakesullysfatjuicyshlong liked your post” and it’s just…. oh!

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PART 4 WHEN????

˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 4

⁀➷ part four : I WANTED TO.

notes : hi y’all !! sorry for the long wait but here pt. 4 ! just know that i decided to end the fic with the next part, so enjoy it while y’all can. i have to say i had no idea of what to write at the beginning but here we are ! enjoy, and remember to leave a like ;)

warnings : SMUT ( slapping, biting, marking, angry sex, thigh riding, throat fucking, dacryphilia, switch couple, thighs praise, praise mixed with degradation, lots of petnames, bondage, p in v, oral sex ( both m and f ), neteyam x reader with slight ao’nung x reader, arguing, screaming, starving, lots of crying. LOTS.

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the guilt was quite literally eating you alive. you were so ashamed you couldn’t even look in jake’s or neytiri’s eyes knowing that there was a slight chance neteyam told them everything.

you haven’t eaten, you haven’t got up from your bed, if it wasn’t for training or going to the toilet. the people looking at you and the teens whispering and gossiping about you was too much to handle at the moment. and even though your stomach was the emptiest it had ever been, you still felt as if there was some kind of heavy rumbling in it. how did you even get in such a situation ? how could it happen, why would it happen ?

not only know ao’nung was going to be mad at you, but neteyam didn’t even dare to look at you.

he couldn’t have cared less. which was probably the thing that hurt you the most. he was so done with you, he didn’t care anymore. he felt like you always looked for him like he was God, but only when you were ashes. he didn’t even know what to think, he just didn’t... think.

he filled his days with anything to try and get the image of you and ao’nung out of his head, only to find his eyes filled with tears in the night, which made him even more frustrated. he was quite frankly grateful that he actually saw what was happening in the tent.

it’s almost as if the universe was trying to protect him, because what were the chances of him going to confess to you and finding you being held up by ao’nung to do Eywa knows that ?

he still had this weird feeling in his heart, like the actual organ was hurting. seeing you with him was like a belt whipping him right in the eyes. his soul left his body. he doesn’t want to think about it anymore, seeing it right in front of his eyes was way more than enough.

he still asked himself. how could you not feel guilty ? how could you go on with your life so... easily ? how could you not care ? he lost his soul to a woman so heartless.

because in his eyes that’s what you were. a heartless and not trustworthy person.

maybe you could go on with your life, but he just couldn’t. out of the two of you, he definitely was the one that fell the hardest. he just wanted to crumble into a ball and stop existing. what hurt him the most was having to tell what happened to lo’ak. who had so much trust in him. who always tried to get him to at least hint something, even though he made fun of him all the time for having this obsession because of you. lo’ak looked so confused ?? had you been lying to him this whole time ?

about how much neteyam makes you happy and how you wanted to see if he actually was the one ? do the times, where he had to go away because of how the way you lustfully were talking about his brother made him kind of uncomfortable, even matter ? he also knew that he had to tell his parents. things were going to get awkward. or maybe he could just ignore it and act like nothing happened while his insides were eating each other up because of how much you hurt him.

“hey” you opened your eyes. that wasn’t neteyam. you felt your body getting rigid, trying to act like you were still asleep. “i know you’re awake.” lo’ak said, in the saddest voice he could possibly make. you mentally sighed. you still didn’t face him, because you know that he knows. he always knows everything.

you sighed, feeling bad, and at least wanting to not hurt another sully. you positioned your elbows to get yourself up, barely having any energy to even keep your eyes open.

you saw him standing right in front of your, kneeling to sit down with you, with his legs crossed.

“are you coming to dinner ?” he asked searching for your gaze, as you kept it low. the shame was too much, he was avoiding the matter but you know he came to talk to you about that.

“i’m not hungry” you waited for a reaction from him, because you weren’t even sure you spoke or if it was just a thought. the phrase almost sounding like a whisper.

lying ass bitch, lo’ak thought to himself. he noticed that you haven’t eaten anything for days now.

he was worried, like actually worried but what could he do if you didn’t want to get help. he decided to just try and figure out the situation as soon as possible or you would’ve died from starving and neteyam’s organs would’ve actually started to eat each other up.

but what could he now do ? start a random conversation and randomly talk about the way you and his brother have been eating each other’s souls ? he just wanted to get to the point, you two beat around the bush enough.

“just...” he started the sentence, trying to get to the point, catching your attention but still keeping your head low, not being able to make eye contact with him.

“... why would you do that ? what was the genuine need ?” he finished, waiting for an answer.

he still didn’t know what answer he was expecting, he was hoping for something, anything, that could force him to try and act like it was reasonable. he just didn’t want to admit you were wrong in this situation. you obviously were both wrong, but it usually always was neteyam trying to catch your attention by teasing you, but since when did you start teasing him back ? he couldn’t ask you to not do it, because it would’ve been unfair, but still why now ?

“were you trying to make him jealous ?” he suggested, but still not getting any word out of you. he felt tears chocking his eyes, hurting him to see the people he loves the most acting like this.

he was trying so hard to try to see it from your point of view, try and see if there was a good reason. he tried so hard, but he just had to accept that you were wrong. knuckle deep wrong.

“i don’t know” you answered after a bit. this time you actually did have no idea.

your answer obviously disappointed him. the ( y/n ) he knows would never do such thing without a good reason. you started making his blood boil.

‘lo’ak, stop beating around the bush.’

“just know, that if i had to choose between you and neteyam,

i wouldn’t choose you.

that’s my brother’s feelings and reputation you’re playing with.

i love you, but be careful ( y/n ).”

you suddenly shut your eyes closed, still gazed towards the floor. your heart fell, tears threatening to stream down your cheeks. god, you really didn’t want this right now.

he got to you, feeling the coldness of your body, hugging you only to stand up and get to the entrance to leave. he could barely talk. no actually, he talked more than enough. if pride was all you both cared about, then let it be. he was hurt too. and you knew it. you could see it in his eyes.

“your brother never cared about me, why am i the villain ?” you said, teeth thigh, jaw tense. you were so fucking tired. why was everyone acting like you cheated on him ?

lo’ak suddenly stopped, slowly looking back at you. what the fuck were you talking about ? don’t you realise he’s acting the way he does because he cares way too much for someone that doesn’t deserve an ounce of attention ? don’t you realise that at the end of the day, you’re not really family ? don’t you understand that you’ve never been a choice in the first place ?

lo’ak blinked twice, taken back from those thoughts he just had. was that what he really thinked ? he didn’t actually think that. but it was the truth none of you could deny.

your voice distracted him from his thoughts, you continued. “when he was playing with aliyah all the goddamn time, has someone ONCE TRIED TO CHECK ON ME ?” you screamed, feeling the tears chocking your neck.

lo’ak was almost surprised, suddenly feeling tiny. you weren’t used to getting like actually mad, but the few times you did, lo’ak felt goosebumps everywhere. when you get angry, you’re not you.

“HAS ANYONE LOOKED AT HIM LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING SLUT AFTER ALL HE’S DONE ? DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF HOW PEOPLE LOOK AT ME NOW BECAUSE OF YOUR FUCKING BROTHER ?” was that how things were ? hm ? you’re the whore right ? you’re the cheater ? what does that fucker ever get told for fucking aliyah till she’s dumb and now acting like he could even give a shit about you ? was he just expecting from you to be always there for him while he does anything he wants ?

you screamed as you started sobbing uncontrollably, not being able to hold everything inside of you. it was too much. the stares, the gossips, the disappointed looks, not being able to see jake or neytiri.

way too much.

you cried and cried, feeling your chest get heavy with every breath, not being embarrassed one bit about crying in front of lo’ak. you couldn’t care less. he rapidly reached you holding you in his arms. you grasped him, head on his lap his hands caressing you. he tried to hush you and calm you down, stroking his hand on your cheek, peppering your hair with kissed. you loved lo’ak more than you could ever love yourself. that’s why his words hurt you so much.

if you ever had to choose between lo’ak and neteyam,

you would have chosen lo’ak.

you know that part of his decision, was because neteyam was his biological brother, while you were some orphan they decided to basically adopt. you didn’t fit anywhere. kiri fit so well with the others, while you just couldn’t. as much as neytiri and jake tried so hard to make you feel like family, you always felt like a guest. like someone who was just a useless weight.

but how could you blame him ?

you couldn’t and you didn’t want you.

you calmed down, his hands never leaving your face, wiping away the tears from your eyes.

“i’m so sorry about all of this.” he said placing a kiss on your forehead, straddling his hand up and down your neck. he knew how to comfort you so well. you were so grateful for him.

you couldn’t ask for a better bestfriend, and brother.

“but you have to make things right, i know it hurts to hear this but it is kind of your fault.” he could feel your heart falling, and body getting heavier. you knew it too. as much as you would like to say you would have not, you probably would’ve never looked at ao’nung in the first place if you ad neteyam were together.

“doesn’t mean you can’t at least try.” he said, trying to make things a bit easier for you. he held your face tightly making you face him. he looked at you for a moment.

eyes sparkly and puffy because of all the crying. lips plump and fragile, face warm.

eyes. your eyes where so so so desperate. fuck.

he hesitated, asking himself if it was going to be weird.

then lightly kissed you on the lips, so delicately as if you could break at any moment. you gasped, not expecting it. your body stiff.

you definitely didn’t expect it, lo’ak’s lips pressed against yours. but you couldn’t do anything. you didn’t kiss him back you just stayed... there. you wanted another’s person lips on yours, you wanted another person comforting you and holding you.

that was the best kiss someone had ever given you in the most platonic way, but it still didn’t feel quite right.

“you have to talk to him.” he said one last time. he positioned your head on his chest, still caressing your head. you could feel his heart thud as fast as it could. you saw lo’ak’s soul from his eyes, so deep so loving and so caring. this guy is going to get so hurt, his soul so full of love and compassion.

he kissed your eyes one last time, and got up to leave. leaving you empty and cold again.

neteyam couldn’t feel his chest anymore, almost vomiting. his head leaned on the wall sobbing uncontrollably, screaming and crying in pain. he held his heart, hurting too much.

neytiri heard everything. she has been hearing everything, since the situation happened.

she waited for someone to explain, but tuk didn’t even wait a second to tell her everything after noticing you didn’t come for breakfast, lunch and dinner as you usually would.

she walked in the tent, preparing herself for whatever she was going to see. but her heart broke and shattered when she saw in what conditions he was reduced to. her poor poor neteyam.

“oh ma neteyam.” she said looking at him, curled in a ball on his bed. tears wetting his pillow.

“mom.” he said looking at her, while she was kneeling down to meet his gaze, hugging him as tightly as she could. neteyam just melting over her, too tired to even try to breathe, asking himself if it was even worth it.

but mom. yes, he said mom. not mother. mom.

“what happened ?” even though she already knew everything, she wanted to know what he knew. what was hurting her poor baby ?

“she was with ao’nung, mom. i lost her. i was too late.” her heart sinked. he pleaded and cried while neytiri held his head petting it almost, while he hugged her waist, positioning his head on her chest.

“i took too much time, mom. i didn’t realise half the village-” he stopped, crying harder than he has ever had, letting sobs just flow out of him like it was nothing.

“i didn’t realise half the village saw her as beautiful as i did. i was so dumb mom. i’m sorry mom. i lost her. i lost her mom. i lost her. dad was waiting so patiently for me to do something.” he coughed and cried. neytiri felt tears flow out of her eyes carefully.

she didn’t know how to comfort him. she was so so so convinced you entered their lives for him.

that Eywa sent you for him, to heal him, to help him. but you were the reason he now needed to be healed and helped. she didn’t know what to think. she didn’t know what to say. so she just said nothing.

neteyam’s tears dried, still letting a sob or two out, but finally calming down. breathing slowly, eyes about to give up. “i lost her mom.” he whispered one last time before falling asleep, neytiri still holding him tightly.

while reading a book, you noticed someone getting in your tent. jake. dad. “hi kiddo” he said, with a smile printed on his face.

jake was the best dad you could’ve ever asked for. he was the most genuine person ever. you loved jake as if he was your biological father. the only one that actually treated you like one of them. always insisting on calling yourself ( y/n ) sully. because you were a sully.

“hi dad.” you said quietly. was he here to talk to you about neteyam ? neytiri definitely already told him, there was no way he didn’t know.

“how are you doing ?” he said, sitting right next to you an arm on your shoulders, his hand hugging your arm tightly. oh how you loved this man.

“meh.” you said looking down, only to be met with the book you were reading, well not really reading since you couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to say to neteyam. lo’ak’s words had a really big impact on you. you wanted to say you’re sorry. you really did.

jake stayed silent for a few seconds, feeling your tiredness, making him sad. he decided.

“come, we’re having dinner” he said, trying to make you realise that you were going to eat one way or another. it wasn’t an offer, it was a reminder, a promise. you were coming to dinner.

“dad...” you said leaning your head on his arm, trying to find the words to explain everything without explaining anything. you didn’t want to explain anything. but dad was different.

“c’mon.” he said getting up, putting his arms under your armpits, holding you up. you kissed the ground with your feet, but you were still very very tired. you could barely hold yourself up. you got out of the tent, walking to neytiri’s and jake’s tent. you missed it so much. but you stil didn’t know if you were ready to see everyone.

jake being happy he convinced you to come to eat. he got in the tent, greeting everyone.

“hey kids.” he said, placing a kiss on neytiri’s cheek, noticing neteyam in the corner waiting for his meal, lo’ak talking to him about something, and tuk and kiri playing together.

“hey dad” they all said collectively, knowing that it was time to eat. you entered the tent, and immediately wishing you didn’t all. silence dominated the room.

all eyes fell on you. lo’ak almost being surprised, a confused expression on his face. but kiri was probably even more confused than him. neytiri had a light smile on her face, only for it to dissipate as soon as she saw neteyam’s ears getting up but his head still held down.

you felt so so so tiny and so so naked. this was so embarrassing. he wasn’t playing about pretending you didn’t exist.

“( y/n ) !!” tuk said, running to hug you. everyone relaxed, not even realising they were tense, and you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding.

“come sit down, ( y/n ). you must be hungry” neytiri said hugging you too. oh how you loved this woman. you talked with tuk a bit, but when you had to sit down you realised that the only place left was near lo’ak.

and neteyam.

you acted as casually as you could, and sat next to him. sorry, i mean them.

neytiri gave you a plate full of food with a smile sticked to her face, and you almost cried. she was the best chef in the whole world. you really did love her so much.

you and neteyam both ate while the others were talking.

this was the same exact meal that you spoon fed him a long time ago, you both noticed it but said nothing. neytiri cooked it hoping the two of you could realise it, since she watched that scene unfold in front of her eyes, and couldn’t hold back from smiling at the way neteyam was so nervous to eat off your spoon.

jake and neytiri were so happy, the tension between y’all was back. everything went pretty well, all of your enjoying your meals. until neteyam decided to talk.

“i saw ao’nung earlier.” he said, still eating normally like he just didn’t drop the most out of place phrase in the world. what was the need ? god this man.

your body went rigid, something he noticed too. he smiled, knowing he got you exactly where he wanted. you knew he was talking to you. everyone in the room went silent, jake looking angrily at neteyam, a disappoined look on neytiri’s face. you didn’t want to get angry in front of any of them, so if he was going to act like nothing, who were you to ruin his game ?

“oh really, how is he doing ?” you asked in a pretty casual but happy tone. you could feel neteyam’s blood boil with jealousy. he was so jealous all the time. and you loved it. this man deserves no fucking apology, if no one was in the room you would’ve probably smacked him.

neytiri should’ve beat him when was younger. he was right. he couldn’t live without you, but you could live without him.

jake looked at you with a proud grin. knowing how much you wanted to cuss him out, but you didn’t.

“he’s doing well.” “oh, great ! i’ll go see him later.”

this actually catched neteyam’s attention, making his eyes travel to your face. his face was stone cold filled with jealousy. you smiled at him innocently.

whatever he could do, you could do better. you were such a fucking bitch, but oh how he loved it.

“okay, dinner’s done, you can go back to your activities.” you all stood up, placing the dishes on the table.

“oh, ( y/n ) and neteyam, come here for a second.” jake said. you froze, not knowing what jake had on his mind scares you. you locked eyes with neteyam, him almost trying to ask his question without saying anything. you walked in front of jake, neteyam by your side. jake looked for some reassurance in neytiri’s face, who smiled lightly at him. “we know what happened. there’s no denying it.”

your heart stopped for a second. neteyam’s eyes, wide open. that was the last thing he thought would ever come out of his father’s mouth. how embarrassing it was to know your dad knows that you’re sad because you didn’t get chosen by the girl you liked. damn.

“so we decided to give you a bit of space, to try and talk it out. me and your mother are going to a village meeting hosted by tonowary and ronal, we won’t be back soon, so take your time, but if you two don’t make peace, you’ll both be grounded. no more going out for you, ( y/n ). no more trainings for you, neteyam.” my damn lord. now neteyam was going to be even more mad at you.

“what ?! dad are you kidding me ?” he said, brows furrowed, and angry expression tattooed on his face. you didn’t say anything, jake had already been too kind to invite you over for dinner and not beat the shit out of you.

“you can’t do this to me dad ! what about all of my friends ?” he yelled.

“family is more important. sully’s stick together.” he replied. neteyam didn’t clap back, becuase that was the only rule the family had. sully’s stick together.

“yes, sir.” you said, serious tone. neteyam looked at you annoyed, but did he really think you were going to be on his side after everything ? he rolled his head back, sighing.

“yes, sir.” he said rolling his eyes, still huffing.

“good.” he interwined his arm with neytiri’s and looked back at the both of you while leaving.

“have fun !” he winked. god that could get so misrepresented.

as silence fell in the tent, you both sat facing each other, knowing there was only going to be one way out of this. jake might tell you a joke, but he’ll never tell you a lie.

you watched each other, not knowing how to start. you noticed he was pretty pale, and now his eyes had much more red corners. he cried.

he was much thinner now too, something he noticed about you too. if you only knew the amount of times he thought about bringing a meal to your tent, and just be sure you ate.

he tracked your meals, more than he tracked his.

you lips were chapped, meaning you didn’t quite take care of yourself these days. your lips were always perfect, glossed with chapstick, and always curved in a smile. the amount of times he imagined your lips all over his body, on his face, on his neck, on his abs, on his dick.

fuck. he thought about it for a sec. should he ? oh well fuck it, now or never. “come here” he said, opening his arms to welcome your figure between them.

you stared at him confused. did he realise what he was saying ? your body froze. oh lord what should you do. fuck. should you ? should you not ? were you going to regret this ? ph you were so going to regret this.

he rolled his eyes, sighing. he knew you were overthinking everything again. maybe that’s the reason why he didn’t realise that his actions actually had an impact on people. the only thing distracting you from your thoughts was his arm that harshly grabbed yours, pulling you in seating you on his lap. you were so wet.

his arms circled you, his chin on your head. your back adhered so well to his abdomen, which was something he noticed too. you two fit so well together. always having each other’s backs, always being there for one another. you fought and look who is comforting you right now. the exact person you fought with. his arm circled your stomach, drawing little circles on it with his finger, while his other arm was positioned on your shoulders. you grabbed it, laying your head on his arm. he was so warm, while you were way too cold.

his heart throbbed, thinking about how you didn’t eat or even probably sleep in those days you two didn’t talk or see each other. you were so fragile in his arms, getting a warm feeling in his stomach. all he ever wanted was to protect you, but he was the thing you needed to be protected from. you would feel bad knowing he’s all moved up and sad about you, while you were trying to get some friction by squeezing your thighs together. his hand from your stomach, came up your waist, caressing it. you were sooooooooo horny looooooorrrrrddddddd.

his hand travelled up and down you waist, his thumb pressed down. his other hand gripping your shoulder. you squeezed your thighs a bit more, feeling your inner thighs tense, and your clit throbbing. you were quite literally clenching around nothing. you could feel a moan bubble all the way up your throat, about to roll down your tongue, getting out of your mouth.

the pressure his chin used to make on your head, suddenly disappeared. his face moved in the crook of your neck, pointy nose caressing the weakest spots. he huffed. your heart was beating

so fast, you started getting worried it would just jump right out of your chest. he could feel your tenseness, but decided to ignore it as much as he could. he wanted to focus on you and only you. as long as he could. if a rock fell on his head, killing him, he would’ve died a happy man. he noticed your legs trembling, probably because you were anxious. he positioned a hand on your knee, trying to calm you down. caressing your thighs, up and down just like ao’nung did that night. he huffed, trying to get the image out of his head again. he felt as light as a feather when he was with you, he always had a sweet spot for these moments.

you were FIGHTING for your life. when he positioned his hand on your knee, you thought he caught you. you were so dead. but he apparently didn’t notice anything. you felt your stomach getting heavier with every stroke of his hands. he was in his own world. you were unsure of what to do, does he really think you’re going to let him fuck you just to leave your bed empty the nex morning ?

“neteyam” you said catching his attention, rising his head from the crook of your neck.

“what do you want ?” you asked. was he really acting like this just to get in your panties ? was he really that desperate when he had another thousand girls at his feet ? why you ?

“what do you mean ?” he asked, worried and perplexed. he waited for an answer, but only got a sigh in response. ‘what do you want ?’ what was that supposed to mean ??????

“i know you don’t give a shit about me, so what are you doing all this ? if you want to fuck, sorry but i’m not the right person, go ahed and look for someone else.” you finished.

you felt his hand suddenly stop the grip, he furiously got up almost scaring you. his head tilted to the roof. “my fucking god.” he exclaimed.

“is that what you really think i want ?” he squinted his eyes looking at you, all the positive feelings vanishing into nothingness. he hated this idea of him that you had. he couldn’t convince you to trust him for even one sec.

“well, i don’t know what you want, but it seemed pretty obvious.” you got up facing him.

“it’s not my fault all you do is break hearts and fuck people. i’m sorry i can’t trust someone like that.” you said, finally getting to the point. the stories you heard were way more than enough to keep you far away from him. he felt heat bubble up his chest. he was so mad.

“why can’t we just enjoy a sweet moment like this ? do you always feel this fucking need to ruin everything ?” oh his words got to you more than they should’ve.

“me ?? i’m the one that ruins everything ? didn’t you literally bring up ao’nung at the dinner table in front of EVERYONE ? even in front of tuk ?” you chuckled, he was so close to smacking the shit out of you. “you literally have no shame neteyam, pick yourself up.”

“god, why do you always get so angry if anyone brings ao’nung’s name ? was the dick that good ?” he smirked offensively, you gasped.

“i didn’t sleep with him, you sick perv ! i wouldn’t sleep with you either, even if my life depended on it !” you clapped back, getting him to roll his eyes once again. god, he was already so tired of you, you can already go back to starving yourself in his opinion.

“oh yeah ?” he laughed. you felt blood boil in your veins like never before, you could kill this motherfucker with your own hands right now.

he walked slowly in front of you, making you walk a few steps back, you gazes locked. he slowly gabbed your face harshly, scaring you almost.

“you’re such a desperate needy whore who has zero self respect. if you could, you would even fuck ao’nung’s dad. or even mine, who knows ?” he whispered, letting a tear cut through your cheek. the way he thought about you made him sick. he brushed his thumb over your tear, smearing it playfully all over your cheek.

“or maybe you already did, didn’t you ? hm ? was my little princess too horny to hold it back ? aww” he laughed, looking at you with disgust, seeing the tears on your face.

“who’s next on the list ? is it lo’ak ?” he said in an uneasy tone, making you creep. he chuckled looking at you with so much hate, until he found his cheek burning and his face turned to the left.

his eyes wide open, you hand’s mark already appearing on his cheek. you slapped him. he slowly looked back at you, and the height difference between y’all made it even more creepy.

fuck. he was so mad. why did you do it ? you’re scared. very scared. lord. is he going to beat you ? fuck. what is he going to do. you walked back, even more surprised than him because of what you just did.

he harshly grabbed your neck, chocking you. your eyes were wide open, difficultly trying to breath. you looked him in the eyes, only to find yourself throbbing even more.

he slapped you, a half moan leaving your lips, mouth hanging open. he locked your gazes again by pushing your head with his thumb on your cheek. he aggressively slapped you again, this time making you whimper. his eyebrows flicked, smile plastered on his face. what a surprise, you moaning because he slapped you ?

“are you horny again, princess ?” he mocked, pushing your shoulder to get you on your knees with his hand.

you were sat on your knees, panties soaked, his thumb positioned on your lips. his dick was rock hard, seeing your pretty smeared face facing his thighs got him so turned on. he wanted this moment for years, he couldn’t wait. aliyah wasn’t as half as pretty as you. your clit throbbed again, feeling slick flushing down your thigh. you wanted to touch yourself, and try to relief some tension so bad but how could you ? in front of him ? how could you not notice the bulge that stretched out his fabric ? god.

you felt a heartbeat in your crotch when his thumb suddenly slipped into your mouth and hooked around your lower teeth, forcing your mouth open. his thumb brushed over your tongue. he watched you getting flushed and surprised at his gesture, a smile appearing on his face, eyes shadowed by lust.

“do it.” he ordered, you looked at him through your eyelashes, he immediately fell in love with the look on your face. so desperate, so needy all the damn time.

you started slowly sucking his thumb, brushing your tongue over it. he chuckled, getting his thumb out of your mouth brushing it over your lips, smearing all your saliva.

you felt so ashamed, obeying like it was nothing. but you enjoyed it too much to even start complaining. your eyes flashed when he suddenly kneeled in front of you, hand now gripping your jaw. he got up again, holding your face with both hands. he looked at you and asked.

“how bad do you want it, hm ?” he hummed, playing with your lips, as you sneaked a hand to your core, brushing your wet folds, your thumb over your clit. he immediately noticed, pulling your hand away. you whimpered, at the loss of contact.

“c’mon, use your words pretty girl.” “so bad, i want it so bad, neteyam.” “you don’t think i saw how you look at my thighs ?” he huffed, you eyes flashing open.

you whimpered out. he sat down, pulling you with his hands on your waist, positioning you on his muscly thigh. you covered your mouth with your hand at the contact.

you waited for him to tell you to do something. you couldn’t hold it off anymore, loving the way your pretty folds spread wide open, how your puffy clit complied to his thighs, how his hands were gripping your waist way too tightly.

“start moving i don’t have all the fucking day” he gritted. you started moving slowly, a moan escaping your lips feeling your clit leaf through his muscle.

he felt your slick smearing his thigh, warm and thick.

he started moving you, catching you by surprise. the tension getting too thick, the pleasure fogging your mind, you eyes rolled back as he continued pushing you. roll after roll, praise after praise. “look at how desperate you are, humping yourself all over my thigh.” he said, brushing his nose on the crook of your jaw, his hands never leaving your waist.

“’teyam-” you moaned, as his peace got faster and faster, making you lose control.

“don’t you dare come.” he harshly said, but how could you ? he angled his thigh to get you better, earning a loud moan from you. you positioned you hands on his shoulders, to then his back now completely riding his out. he kissed your ear, to then whisper “if you dare come, i’ll kill you, understood ?” you hurriedly nodded your head in response, your thighs brushing against his, your face and mind completely fogged by pleasure and lust, your lips slightly parted.

you tried to hold back from coming, but it was too much. his hands all over your body, your clit begging to give up. “please, please, please teyam, please.” you begged him and begged him.

“do you wan to come ? hm ?” you nodded once again, not knowing how much more you could resist. “say it with your words, pretty slut.” “’teyam, stop the fucking teasing, please let me. i’m begging you.” you cried out, his peace getting now even faster, making tears slide down your face. he grabbed your face almost breaking your jaw. he pressed down with his thumb so much, you were almost scared your head would explode. playing with your tears, looking at your pretty fucked out face. god, you were the prettiest woman on earth.

he suddenly stopped, making you let out a sob, only to be flipped under him. his lips hungrily crashed against yours, his tongue parting your lips. you moaned in his mouth. he slid down your neck biting all he could. “ ‘teyam, please.” you huffed.

he immediately went down parting your thighs open, biting and slowly kissing your inner thighs, your hand immediately traveled in his hair yanking it. “neteyam, please, please, please, please.” you sobbed and cried like a child who wanted candy. you harshly tugged at his hair again trying to get his attention, earning a whimper from him, which made your clit throb even more. he blew cold air on your pussy, making a tear cross your face. how he enjoyed seeing you all desperate. he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, collecting all the slick you let out. you moaned, but it still wasn’t enough. he placed a soft kiss on your clit, making your thighs jerk to close, but neteyam’s firm grip was holding them open. “oh, neteyam.” you moaned.

he latched his lips over you clit, sucking and nibbling over it. eating like he was a starved man. he placed your thighs on his shoulder, getting his neck chocked, hands positioned on your thighs jerking back and forth. you felt your climax approaching every second, while neteyam sucked and tortured all he could, you covered your mouth with your hand, only for neteyam to angrily take it away. “don’t you dare.” he growled against your pussy, earning a mewl from you. you have no idea how far back your eyes can roll, but he was definitely testing your limits. neteyam was absolutely pussy drunk, getting all the angles right, trying to make you see stars. as soon as he felt like you were reaching your climax he stopped, grip loosening, and wiping away any excess with the back of his hand. you flashed your eyes open, suddenly realising he wasn’t there anymore. “neteyam ? what was that for ?” you asked, a blush covering your cheeks.

he stood up, looking down at you. “ask ao’nung to finish it for you.”

he chuckled, a smirk plastered on his face. you couldn’t fucking believe it. you cried, holding yourself on thigh preventing him from leaving. “please neteyam, please i’m begging you i’ll do anything” you pleaded. “please what ?” he smirked at you.

“please, fuck me.” you said tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. “please, please, please, please.” you whispered. he was done.

he immediately took his dad’s old uniform’s belt, tying your hands together so tight you could still barely feel them. he put you on top of him, getting the fabric off of his crotch, his dick sprunging right out. you stared down at it, eyes wide open. it was too big, and you could never.

“what are you scared of now ?” he said making you face him by grabbing your jaw.

he saw the shocked expression on your face, and a smile appeared on his face as soon as he connected the dots. “you’re a virgin.” he said, his smirk getting bigger

it was more of an affirmation than a question, but it was enough to make you blush and cover your face. “i can’t take it all.” you said in a scared tone.

“too bad, you’ll have to.” you gulped, your heart beating as fast as it could feeling his hands travel to your waist, holding you up. he slowly lowered you down his dick, his tip kissing your entrance. he suddenly let go of you, making you sink on his member. you cried and hissed as you didn’t expect it, his head rolled back, as he felt your warm cunt wrap him up. while all you felt is pain because of how much he was stretching you out. you had your hands tied, all you could do was just sink and sink deeper, tear after tear. you looked at him, to see him smiling, eyes glossed by desire. he suddenly yanked you down in one hold. you cried out loud, making him chuckle. the more you cried, the more he wanted to fuck you.

he didn’t even wait for you to adjust, before starting to thrust in and out harder and deeper than ever. his peace only got faster and more violent every second that passed. yanking in and out, without a thought in the world. you were just crying at this point, begging him to stop but not wanting him to stop not even a single second. the teasing and the edging from before brought you to your climax very rapidly, and then. nothing. you felt your orgasm wash all over you, blessing neteyam’s ears with your porn-worthy moans. but he didn’t stop, he got up still sitting now holding your shoulders, and ramming into you.

“could ao’nung fuck you this good, huh ? highly doubt that.” he whispered in your ear, you could already feel his smirk.

his sweet whimpers and moans in your ears brought you to your second climax. you rode out your high, until he stopped. he carefully slid out of you, earning a last moan. but you noticed something.

“neteyam...?” “yea, sweetheart ?” he said still gasping for air as he got up, tying his hair back.

“did you come ?” you asked curiously. “uh, no but don’t worry it’s not a problem” he siad trying to not make you feel forced to do anything for him. but you wanted to.

he carefully watched you as you slid over, your hands still tied, until you were facing his cock, it pulsed at the vision of you. you carefully kissed the tip of his dick, making him sharply breathe in, holding his breath. you slowly slid down, trying to take him all in. you felt as if the corners of your mouth were about to rip. you pressed your tongue against his length, he slowly grabbed your hair to push you deeper, making your nose come in contact with his crotch. you felt your eyes water and lungs burn at the lack of oxygen. he let off for a second, letting you breath only for him to push his hips deeper in one raw blow. he threw his head back, enjoying the warmth of your mouth, getting a few moans off. he put pressure again on the back of your head, to hold it there a few seconds. but after a bit you couldn’t breath anymore, you tried to get it out, but he made sure you couldn’t move out unless he wanted to. you felt tears sulking your face, travelling their way down to your chin and then falling on the floor. his hips started thrusting forwards, in and out, throat fucking you. you gagged and you gagged, as he felt his climax approaching.

“you let a single drop spill, i’ll break your fucking jaw.” he hissed under his teeth, making you felt a thud in your core again. oh how aggressive he was, and how you loved it. he pinched your nose, not letting any of your airways free. he moaned, only to then spill his load in your mouth. you didn’t spill a drop, just like he said. what a good girl. he dragged his dick out of your mouth letting you breath, and he looked at you for a few seconds.

“thank you, but you didn’t have to.” he said.

“don’t worry. i wanted to.”

final notes : so yea, that is it for today ! hope y’all enjoy it, and leave a comment for pt. 5 ! i promise it’s a happy ending finally ! and as usual the sneak peaks for the people who recognised the lyrics from the songs have been sent ! ;)

IMPORTANT !! i would also like to answer an anonymous request i got a bit of time ago. i want to clarify, i am QUITE LITERALLY the same age as neteyam, oh but also look at the second screenshot ! so dw, y’all got nothing to worry about ;)

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you jealous ? :)

neteyam x reader, with a hint of ao'nung :)

prompt : neteyam and you had anything but a good relationship, always fighting and picking on eachother, taking any chance to argue or to say something mean about one another, so why does neteyam feel this way as soon as he sees you acting too friendly with ao'nung ? why don't you act that way only with him ?

notes : hi y'all ... I'M ALIVE !! ik that i haven't posted in a while, but since i watched avatar twow last week, I JUST NEEDED !! to write a lil thing about MY ONE AND ONLY MAN NETEYAM <3 so enjoy lol

tags : angst lots of it, jealousy, situationship, wer're a bit a of a slut but slay !!, love triangle BUT I PROMISE Y'ALL IT'S GOOD, and uhhhhh ig that's it lol

"you know what, fuck off and leave me alone skxawng" if there's one thing that neteyam can do so well and effortlessly it's annoy you. he enjoys it, you can see it on his face from how hard that motherfucker smiles.

he was "The Mighty Warrior", the best, the smartest, the strongest, the most mature. but when jake and neytiri couldn't see him, he was just another teenage boy, who got more dick than brain. you were incredibly grateful for everything that the sully family did for you, taking care and trying their best to always make you comfortable, since you lost your parents in the same war where neytiri and jake met. one time, you remember well that night, while doing some late night talking with lo'ak, he said that it seemed almost like eywa took something but immediately gave it back to you, "what Eywa gives, Eywa takes".

but if you knew how much this lil bitch was going to annoy you, you might've as well killed yourself. but you're grateful you didn't because Eywa gave you the mom, the dad, the brother and the two sisters you never knew you needed. you and neteyam used to actually be very close, as children always playing and laughing together, almost made neytiri doubt if Eywa sent you to them for him. but as soon as you two realised that you were both the best, things started to crumble. what was filled with love and laughter, was now filled with bitterness and competitiveness. the first fight of yours, became one of the many.

but it seemed like everyone noticed it but the two of you. the tension, might as well say sexual tension, was thicker the more you two grew. it could intoxicate the whole room. flirting with eachother with insults, and punches. never realising what you felt , not being capable of explaining the attraction between y'all. so you simply ignored it, and continued bumping heads as long as you could feel his hands on you and as long he could hear you talking, actually insulting, to him. as long as he could look at you being so angry because of something HE said, making YOU feel something, anything, towards him.

you were fighting once again because of ao'nung, neteyam always making comments about how he holds you, or kiss you while fake moaning with others around. to say the least, it was embarrassing and you were kind of scared ao'nung would take it the wrong way, because you knew damn well you didn't like him.

"oh yes, ao'nung fuck me harder please i'm such a whore" neteyam said while laughing and getting in front of you to stop you from going away, you raised your head to look at him only to see that fucking stare and smirk he always seemed to have plastered on his face. that face. that handsome and hateful face. lo'ak was on the ground laughing his ass off, enjoying every single one of your fights, but he also stayed there and watched to know who was going to throw the first punch, since none of your arguments has ended without one of you being on top of the other, and not in the way y'all think.

"why don't you like him ? what are you ? jealous because you know he could fuck me but you can't even touch me ?" he suddenly stopped laughing, his grin being replaced with a serious face, making you smirk knowing you hit him where you wanted. even though you hated eachother so much, you were both so jealous. if your jealousy for one another could pay the bills, you'd be the richest in the fucking room, that's something neytiri always said.

"you're such a slag you would let anyone with a dick and muscles fuck you 'till you're dumb" he whispered in your ear, feeling the smirk on his face without even having to look at his face. your grin dropped immediately, feeling your blood boil and before you even realised it, it was your last fucking straw.

you punched him right in the jaw, taking him off guard and making him stumble, but you didn't even have to think a second about it before he returned the punch x5 harder but on your nose. lo'ak immediately got up annoyed but also kind of scared one of you would kill the other, it's not like you weren't capable of it.

" dad ! " he called, when he saw you on top of him but with wrists restrained by one of his hands while trying to dodge your slaps and punches. blood was pouring down your nose, and the bruise was already visible on his face. your nose could probably bleed for maybe another five minutes, but he would have to carry the mark of your punch for the rest of the month.

"my lord, fuck. DAD ! THEY'RE FIGHTING AGAIN !" he screamed and then sighed, jake immediately ran to the both of you, with the angriest expression on his face , since this was your third fight that week. he pulled the two of you apart. "if i hear you two motherfuckers ever fight again, i'll lock you both in a tent until you'll make peace, understood ?"

you could barely stand on your feet, neteyam was still holding his jaw and jake was breathing heavily, so you didn't wait a second and you both said "yessir, sorry sir" at the same time, because if he got seriously angry, may the lord have mercy on anyone he comes across.

neytiri tried to talk to him, and jake tried to talk to you but even after all the promises, you just couldn't avoid him. he was with you always. at home, in the field, in the clan, in picture frames, in dirty dreams, while ao'nung's hand was on your waist, lingering way too much... you just couldn't frame him out.

it's not like he could do anything about you either. he lost count of how many times his mom tried and convince him of trying to at least not always end up with your hands all over each other, and a few new bruises. he just... can't ? for some reason he couldn't fathom why you couldn't leave his mind. you were imprinted on his eyelids, tattooed in his mind, even while battling, showering or with his hands between his thighs. he was addicted, and whatever you were, you were much stronger than the "herbs" he smokes with you in the nightime, which was the only part of your day where you would rant and talk about anything that came across your mind.

you didn't like eachother one bit, that's true. but when he had something on his mind or just needed to talk to someone who could understand him, your tent was the first one he visited. with all the pressure and responsibility that you two hold, having someone that can understand you is important. basically every night you either met on the beach or his tent, to just smoke, talk or even cry. you ended each "peace" session with a hug and went back to hating eachother the next morning.

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"hey, are you coming ?" lo'ak said while entering your tent, placing himself next to you while you were rebraiding your hair after your fight with neteyam. you looked confused for a second and asked "coming where ?". you weren't even sure you wanted to go wherever he was going, because you just know neteyam is going to be there. but why let him ruin all your fun ? ao'nung was probably going to be there, so why not ?

lo'ak looked around your tent and took the sandwich that was on the counter next to you, taking a bite off of it. "i was eating that if you don't mind" you said taking the sandwich out of his hands, to cut it in half and give him the other half. he smiled at your gesture, you could hate him all you want but you just had that sweet spot for him. lo'ak was definitely the person you were the closest with, having eachother's backs and protecting one another in any situation. if he wanted to get in trouble, you followed him while complaining because you were actually scared he would get in some serious trouble.

"i don't know, tsireya just asked some people if they wanted to hang out and talk and shit, we'll see" he said while trying to be so non-chalant that made him look so nervous. you eyed him for a bit, and when he noticed you smiled and hummed.

"what ?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

"nothing" but your smile only grew more. he knew what you were thinking, but he just wanted you to say to make sure it wasn't that obvious.

"no c'mon, what ? why are you smiling ?"

"you know that you will have to talk to tsireya alone if you want her to like you, right ? like, do you expect me to also be there while you eat her out or what ?" you laughed, while he was trying to hide his blush but it didn't work.

"YOU'RE GROSS WHAT" he picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at you, but you dodged him before he even threw it. after that, lo'ak tried to not look at you in the eyes while calming down.

"sooo..." he looked at you with a smirk on his face and puppy eyes.

"so what ?" you asked while looking at yourself in the mirror, putting a bandaid on your nose to prevent the scratches from getting infected. is you, being turned because of the memory of him pinning your wrists with one hand to prevent from punching him, that bad ?

"are you coming ?"

"fine"

"YES !" he jumped up almost scaring you, proceeding to chant and grunt all over your tent. "c'mon, she might already be there, hurry up" you stood up taking his hand and running out of your tent.

after just five minutes, you saw where tsireya was and immediately went there, lo'ak being way too impatient, but this is the actual first time he has liked someone this seriously, so who were you to tell him to calm down ?

lo'ak immediately went straight to tsireya, but you decided to look around a bit to see if you could find anyone. well, maybe someone.

you turned around the fire place, when you accidentally bumped shoulders with someone, but as soon as you realised who you were turning around for to excuse yourself, your heart almost stopped.

neteyam.

he winked at you with a smirk on his face, and immediately walked away. still confused because of your interaction with neteyam, you find ao'nung. he smiles and pats the space between his thighs, you walk there and immediately sat while looking at him. he used to hold you tight and place his chin on your head. even though you didn't like him that way, he was the first guy that touched you without hurting you. he was sweet, kind and strong. the perfect man. he cared so much about you, but you both knew you didn't want anything serious, just someone to have a bit of fun with. between his big arms you felt protected, safe from everything and anyone.

his smile could light up a whole room, his back and hands could protect hundreds of villages, his words could heal the deepest wounds, his tears could wipe away continents but he loves so deeply he can get buried inside anyone's heart.

but for some reason...

...you still didn't feel the spark.

the spark, that unfortunately, you could feel with someone else.

whom you didn't realise was looking directly at you with the deadliest stare ever. when you noticed him, you immediately froze. but why ? why were you acting like you just caught ? why do you feel this drowning heavy feeling in your stomach ? why was your heart missing a beat, but you felt that heartbeat somewhere else ? why is it that everytime he makes you cry, another tear rolls down your thigh?

why, why, why ?

he held a cup in his hands, basically chocking it, but didn't get his eyes off of you. his posture rigid, his eyes cold and his arms veiny, probably because of the blood that was boiling in his veins.

then, an idea crossed your mind.

you took ao'nung hand who was, as usual, lingering on your waist and placed it on your thigh rubbing it up and down, making it get more and more near to your inner thigh with every stroke.

his patience was slowly thinning out. he couldn't stand it. you're so beautiful when you tease him, it hurts him so much. he wish it could be him. making you whimper and crave oh so more with those eyes which were veiled with tears, and how could he resist his beautiful girl ? how could he say no to you ? if you ever gave him the chance, he would destroy you.

he would treat you as if you were a princess, caring, protecting, and nurturing you but would fuck you as if you were a whore, biting, marking and making sure the next motherfucker could taste his dick on your clit.

he felt blood rush to his erection, making it more noticeable, but why the fuck did he feel that way ? WHY ? maybe he was jealous because he knew you can tell a joke, but will never tell a lie.

ao'nung has a chance, while neteyam doesn't. which makes him feel sorry for you, because he would make sure that everytime he fucked you, you would come back crawling and begging for more.

more, more, more.

nothing was ever enough. the lustful stares, the lingering eyes, the blush, the smiles you both tried to hide so much, but never worked.

why did he feel jealous every single time you hung out alone with lo'ak, or you laughed at everyone's jokes but his ? why did he get hard everytime you spoke near his ear or accidentally touched him ? why was he so sensitive around you ? every move of yours making his stomach flip ? why were so... you ?

meanwhile, ao'nung carefully moved your hair out of the way, making neteyam hold his cup even more tightly, and whispered in your ear "what are you doing, darling ?"

ao'nung couldn't act like nothing was happening, his smile plastered across his face, making neteyam even more angry and angry by the second. he probably enjoyed the teasing more than you did. you looked at him with those innocents eyes that neteyam couldn't resist, and whispered back

"nothing" and kissed the back of his ear, taking him off guard and making his erection now way too noticeable. that was neteyam's last straw, he could kill someone with his bare hands. but the difficult part was admitting he would've done it because of you.

he sometimes wishes you could die, because not having you makes his heart cry of pain every single day. in his opinion, it's his life's biggest torture. but as someone else would say, his heart and dick were so full of you, he could barely call them his own. the way you looked at him in the eyes while teasing another man, could make any person fall to their knees and beg, beg, beg. which you weirdly enjoyed, it's not like you didn't know the effect you had on people.

it was enough for now, you didn't want to take it too far.

you stood up, and lightly kissed ao'nung on the lips and whispered goodnight. neteyam immediately threw away his cup smashing it, and stood up following you, making people watch you and him as you both left making everyone ask themselves what was happening.

before you could enter your tent, you felt a big cold hand grab the back of your neck making you gasp, and making you turn around you and look up to stare directly at neteyam's eyes, the most beatiful and deadliest eyes ever. you could get lost in them, but did he know that ? was it even worth it to think all that stuff about him if he didn't know ? was all the fighting, jealousy and teasing worth it ? why ?

because you were both too proud to admit anything, nonetheless your weird and sick attraction for eachother.

"what the fuck was that kiss ? what the fuck are doing ? are you his whore ? hm ? " he said grinning his teeth and hissing, almost making a nerve on his temple pop, while keeping his hand tight on the back of your neck. the amount of time that you fantasised about his calloused hands roughly all over you. you could just feel his jealousy through every word he spat in your face, and lord why was it so attractive ?

this man was so angry, but so damn attractive and oh did it make you want to let him do anything to you. anything.

you smiled and grinned, knowing what was going thru his mind, and whispered in his ear, feeling his goosebumps and breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"you jealous ?"

let me know what y'all think in the comments !! :)

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˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 3

⁀➷ part three : CONGRATULATIONS, FUCKER.

notes : so um… hi ! since y’all really enjoyed pt. 2 i decided i might as well write a pt. 3… i have to say that it was kind of hard writing this part because i genuinely didn’t think people would’ve liked it that much and had no idea of what to say anymore ☠️ but anygays … i had a BIG ASS fight with my parents so they took my phone, and they’re probably going to take my mac away too so idk when i’ll upload pt. 4 ( if y’all want one ), so i tried to write a bit more this time, i hope it’s sufficient.

tags : @xoxobabe @marcswife21 @arminsgfloll @rubysworld96 @klarolinefanatic @giftfromthemoon @k4tsukiis @rainehatepage @neteyamsbbgfr @miapanticc @iixyia-deactivated20230123 @famousbagelhandspurse @astablacksword @ghoulfac3 @buttercake2234 @potseluymenya @mashiromochi @avatarslut0 @chanyeolsbeloved @regulus-black-223048 @isabelcor3 @grierpilots @neteyamsmate4life @beyoenisbalfart @severenswife @lady-in-gold @bealone-prm @hafutoru @jyoungmom @soxfix @thatgoodvibescloud @aalyara @abbersreads @neteyamsw @strawberryys-stuff @ilovestargirl @rubysworld96 @meivap @neteyamsullyswife @erenjaegerwifee @cherry-blossom34 @slutforavatar @hey-girl-hey @athenachu @laaalox @ghostjoohoney @tsamiaxo @arminsgfloll

warnings : a bit of angst, insecurity, overthinking neteyam lmao, detailed masturbation, this man is lusting waaaaaayyy too much over you lmao, a lil makeout session with someone 🤭, and i think that’s it lol.

everything was okay now. no really, everything’s okay.

after your talk with neteyam, he left you with more questions than answers once again.

your brain felt like a beehive, never stopping, so you tried to distract yourself with anything.

you trained, you read, you helped around, but not even spending time with ao’nung could help. you don’t think he noticed the way you pretended it was neteyam holding you, kissing you, spoiling you. but you gotta be careful.

you just had one single thought in your mind.

flashback

“you know we could argue right now, and no one would hear or see us ?”

“we could do anything right now, and nobody would see us. anything.”

your thoughts were interrupted by someone speaking.

you opened the tent only to see someone’s chest right in front of you, you tilted your head up and you saw him. neteyam.

your heart dropped to your stomach for a second, making you almost gasp. what was he doing here ? his hair was still in the same hairstyle you saw him in at the beach. he looked almost unreal.

face framed by a few braids, jaw locked making him look so nervous for some reason, his high cheekbones sharp as always, and even though you never told him, you wanted to feel his cheekbones so much, all the time. pointy nose with a little bump which you recognised immediately, it was jake’s. that bump was only on his nose, because all the other sons and daughters didn’t have it. he really is his father’s son. eyes still soulless, empty that almost looked dead. they were pointy, but not too much. he has that “sharp” look from neytiri, her stare could send you to heaven and above. his shoulders broad, not too muscly which is something you liked. his arms veiny and biceps always flexed, not even having to force it. his abs well sculpted, he was still wet, droplets of water running down his face and chest, he was probably swimming with lo’ak. or someone else.

you shook your head a bit, to get that thought off your head. it doesn’t matter, it really doesn’t. his v-line almost looks like it got highlighted and sharpened, which was the only thing you hated about the way your people dress.

his everything was for everyone to see. everyone.

you sometimes tend to forget he’s not offlimits, and to say you had nightmares, about someone else getting neteyam before you, was too little.

his voice snapping you out of your trance again, hoping he didn’t catch you quite literally analyzing his whole body, but the proud smile on his face immediately cleared all your doubts.

“your cigarettes.” he said getting in your face making fun of you. he handed you your pack of cigarettes. he didn’t give you the lighter but it didn’t matter, that’s the last thing you cared about right now.

that’s quite weird though. this isn’t the first time you forgot your cigarettes, he usually just keeps them since you smoke them together anyways. you better not think about it too much before you get delusional.

“oh, thank you.” you lightly smiled at him, looking at him in the eyes while taking the packet off your hands. but before you could get them, he pulled your hand to him and placed the pack on the top of your palm, his hand still holding yours. stop, stop, stop.

if you could only know what he was thinking about, he thought to himself.

if you could only know what he did later that night thinking about you.

flashback

“i fucking knew it.” he said, walking to his tent, his fists tight, his jaw locked.

he fucking knew you just couldn’t take that further step. he was only a game to you.

you enjoyed teasing him, playing with his mind acting like he was your dirty little toy, cared about only when you’re horny, or ao’nung couldn’t satisfy you enough.

how could he at the end of the day ? ao’nung wasn’t him and will never be.

he knows he’s better, but fuck do your choices fuck his mind up.

he though he could at least get one night with you, one single night. he could be near you, stay with you, inside you. he could see you. but you didn’t want to. hell, you didn’t even want to look at him.

the constant thoughts of you, torturing his mind. he hoped he could at least live one night of pure love, caring and affection, thinking you wanted too, so he could then go on with his life, mate with a person he didn’t love or care about only to satisfy his father, since the only thing he has always wanted was you.

he wanted you to look at him, but you were too busy staring and smiling at ao’nung.

he felt tears glossing his eyes, you could never be with him, because you simply didn’t want to.

as soon as he got into his tent, he immediately threw your shit away, that you forgot on the beach, with your other stuff. yes, he had a chest with a bunch of stuff you always forgot when you were around him. even looking at it, could make his heart wrench, feeling actual pain.

your blanket, you were nine years old and you had forgotten it when you slept that night with his parents, you had a nightmare. he didn’t sleep that night, so that if you had a nightmare again he could be the one to comfort you. not his parents, him.

your emerald braid accessory, you were eleven, he said he liked it, that it suited your face, so you took it off your braid and placed it in his hand, saying “take it, it’ll look better on you anyway”. it would’ve never looked better on anyone, that wasn’t you. so he just decided to keep it.

your spoon, the one that you used to eat your meals with, and that one time you happened to really like the meal his mom cooked for you. you took a spoonful of it, and positioned it in front of neteyam’s mouth. he was confused for a second, not getting if you actually wanted him to eat out of your spoon. you said “open your mouth, it’s really good, i promise”. not like you had to prove anything, he would’ve eaten a spoonful of poison if your hand was the one holding it. he hesitantly opened his mouth and you fed him. you smiled, and went back to eating your meal, with the same spoon you had just fed him with. it was something probably superficial for you, but it really did mean the world to him.

nostalgia was the sharpest blades of all.

if he only knew you thought the same exact thing.

his mask slipped for a second, letting a tear cut though his face, leaving behind a cold scar. he aggressively wiped it away. he hated you, so so so much. he couldn’t bear the sight of you.

he hated you.

he hated your beautiful hair, your sharp sparkly eyes, your soft cheekbones, your so damn kissable nose, your pouty lips that always fucking curl and smile at everyone’s jokes but his, the soft hill of your breast, the curve that separated your ribcage from the lowest part of your waist.

he couldn’t avoid getting hard every single fucking time. thinking about the way of your body moves when you play beach volley with your group, the way you felt on top of him, or well right on top of his dick, every single time you fought. he couldn’t avoid thinking about the way you were on top of him, fitting oh so well on his dick, while he was holding your wrists with one hand, but since you were way too angry, you didn’t even notice that his other free hand was placed on your waist with a brutal grip. to say he almost whimpered seeing stars, because of how well his big hand fitted on your strong curvy waist, was way too little.

there weren’t words to explain how much he wanted you. he could’ve collected every single thing he wrote about you, and still wouldn’t be enough to explain how hard his heart throbbed every time you were with him. well, maybe something else throbbed too.

neteyam couldn’t take it anymore. if he had to rub out every single thought he had about you, he would’ve became infertile a long time ago.

he placed his head on the pillow, trying to get to sleep in a fetal position. he turned and turned, trying to think of something else, but not the even aliyah, who he tried so hard to act like she was better than you, could lock his thought of you out of his mind.

he sighed in frustration, aggressively getting up when he noticed that.

his incredible massive boner, his dick’s timing was just great.

he got up, turned on the shower, making sure there was still some hot water, and took his clothes off.

“oh c’mon, now.” he silently said after taking off his underwear, noticing pre-cum on them. his dick spurted up, hitting him in the stomach. he rolled his eyes, and got in the shower.

the hot water hugged him, feeling like all of his problems were going down the drain.

he watched his dick gently throb, brought his hand to the base and slid it all the way up, circling his the tip, trying to let out of all the built up sexual tensione he had.

he tried to think about anything that wasn’t you. but how could he ?

how could he not think about the way your sex humped on his clothes, feeling your folds hug his shaft so perfectly. how could he not think of the way that you thought he didn’t notice you throb on him ? how could he not think of the way his hand from your waist slid down to your ass, before his dad separated the both of you ? how could he not think of the way that ao’nung’s hand was in your inner thigh, but you were looking at him ?

his pace got faster, making him heavy pant with his eyes closed, your figure tattooed on his eyelids. he came, seeing some of his seed on his hand and what was left of it going down the drain with the water and his problems.

he sighed, staying there, back held by the wall behind him, leaving him thinking. but he was way too tired of thinking. his temples were throbbing with pain, from how hard his headache was. he just finished washing himself, put some clothes on, and just went to sleep.

you woke up the next morning, head basically feeling like someone stomped on it.

you barely could even sleep last night, too many problems flowing in your thoughts.

you sighed, almost whimpering, brutishly throwing your head back on the pillow. why did everything have to be soooo complicated. you definitely had to talk to him, because all of this had to stop. you were tired, sexually frustrated and sleep deprived. this combo could easily make you kill anyone who even tries to disturb your peace.

you hated the way he was trying to hard to act like “he’s protecting his peace”, motherfucker your disturbing everyone else’s. you got up sloppily, waiting for lo’ak to come by your tent like he did every single morning.

but well, weird. time has passed and you didn’t even see lo’ak’s shadow, where could he be ?

you got out of your tent, walking to his parents’ one since the poor lil boo boo had nightmares basically every single night. you almost wanted to feel bad for him, but how the fuck could you ?

at the beginning you thought that after hearing all the crazy stories about the war his dad, the former Toruk Makto, fought, he just was scared and was having nightmares about that.

but after hearing that he had a nightmare about you fucking tsireya, you were done caring about this man. out of all things in the world, THAT ? since you said you could definitely fall in love with a girl, he went on flight or fight mode. saying this guy could literally sweat jealousy, was too little.

“father ? are you here ?” you said while keeping the tone of your voice low and calm, so you didn’t scare anyone off. but the scene in front of you could be the least thing you expected.

neytiri and jake seated in a circle with everyone, and when you say everyone, you meant EVERYONE. in front of jake there was neteyam, who looked like he almost killed someone by the way he had his head down, legs crossed and… was that a slap mark ??

on neteyam’s left, kiri and spider were seated. which is weird, why were they so quiet ? on neteyam’s right there were lo’ak and tuk. even tuk ? you felt a wave of goosebumps traveling their way up your back. this is way much more serious than you thought.

jake looked at you with the harshest expression you have ever seen on his face. “oh great, (y/n) sit down and join us.” you didn’t sit down, still trying to process what he was saying while walking in the tent, getting behind neteyam.

“FUCKING SIT. NOW.” he screamed at you, as you felt a wave of shock wash over you. you immediately sat down, accidentally bumping neteyam’s shoulder. that’s the first time jake has ever yelled at you. never, in his whole life has he ever screamed at you. yes, he sometimes could be mad at you, but has never screamed that way. neytiri looked at you with heartbroken eyes, mouthing ‘i’m so sorry.’. why would she apologise, it’s not like it’s her fault. right ?

jake huffed, keeping the palms of his hands on his crossed legs, almost looking like he was trying to find the words to explain what was on his mind. this man is going to get a heart attack if you and the others don’t stop stressing him. you felt ashamed, of the way you childishly fighted with neteyam over stupid stuff, not even realising your father couldn’t handle it anymore.

the shame, always comes at the worst time.

“this is the last fucking time i’m saying this. why THE FUCK-” he stopped for a second, trying to calm down for a second. tuk was with us, he probably didn’t want to swear or yell in front of her. you saw him take a deep breath and finish his sentence.

“why, THE FUCK, did you treat her like that ? what has she done to you ? it’s not like your skxawng ass has a mate to be loyal to.” he said, finishing his sentence.

your heart dropped, you were almost capable of hearing the echo of its fall. wait.

she ?

who are we talking about ?

interrupting you from your thoughts, jake stood up scaring everyone, and furiously walked to then kneel in front of neteyam. he harshly grabbed his face, making you gasp out loud, almost like he grabbed your face.

what happened ? you were so confused. she ? who is she ? how did he treat her for jake to be this mad ?

neteyam looked at him, his head tilt up with absent eyes, lips pressed together and jaw locked.

“you have absolutely no idea of what you’ve done, do you ?” jake almost whispered, which was probably even scarier than him screaming.

“this sweet sweet girl, who is literally the clan leader’s daughter, came up to you, asking you whatever the fuck she asked you, and what did you do ?” oh. so it’s tsireya’s sister we’re talking about, aliyah.

“’ oh leave me alone, i don’t want anything to do with you’” he said mocking neteyam’s words. he chuckled, and continued.

“your skxawng ass better be grateful if the leader doesn’t tell us to pack our staff and go the fuck away, after the way she ran away crying.” he stood up from his position, stopping the grasp on neteyam’s face, making him leave his head to the side. he lifted up his gaze, only to be met with yours.

you were genuinely so worried, in part because you couldn’t understand what in the actual fuck was happening. what did aliyah want ? why did neteyam make her cry ?

“is it my fault that i don’t want to mate with a person i don’t like ?” he silently said, making everyone turn their heads to him, no one expected him to talk. this is so bad.

jake stopped for a second with his back towards him. he slowly turned around with furrowed eyebrows and a slightly parted mouth. “what the fuck did you just say ?” he said, the vein on his temple was quite literally about to pop.

“I SAID, i don’t want to mate with her ! i don’t want her ! she was throwing herself all over me, like the fucking slag she is, and when i told her no, BECAUSE I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO SAY NO, she started crying.” he stopped for a second, catching his breath while looking at his dad. he couldn’t recognise him, why was he suddenly so pressed and stressed about neteyam finding a mate ? did it have to do with you ?

jake crossed his arms, and with an ironic smirk on his face he said “then who the fuck do you like, huh ? is every other girl so repellent to you ? have you suddenly became picky or what ?”

neteyam was about to let a tear cut through his face but he didn’t even though his eyes still remained glossed with tears. “i like someone else, but they don’t want to have anything to do with me. that’s it. it’s not the end of the world.” neteyam finished, with a slightly cracked but most importantly low voice.

jake stared at him for a couple of seconds. his face was now suddenly calm, while neytiri’s was absolutely devastated.

there was no denying it, neteyam’s a mommas boy. thank god, neytiri never tried to emotionally incest him, indeed she was happy when he talked to her about this someone he liked. that was the first time neytiri saw her sweet son be so wrapped around someone’s finger. she said that he should at least try, not jump to conclusions. but if he did jump to conclusions earlier, he wouldn’t have to feel his heart wrench and blood boil every single time he thought about what happened that night with you at the beach. he should’ve jumped to conclusion, and probably taken a fucking hint. you didn’t want him. that’s it, it’s as simple as it gets. move on, neteyam.

move on.

jake looked at you for a second, like the answer to all his problems was somewhere inside of you. in that exact moment he thought.

“is it better to speak or to die ?”

should he speak ? should he let you know that all of this, was because neteyam couldn’t move past you ? he couldn’t even count on his hands how many other omatikaya women have came up and asked to be neteyam’s mate. and he refused to even look at them. one after the other.

or should he die ? let his son stare at you with dreamy eyes, trying everyday to kill whatever he felt for you ? see him mate with another person he probably didn’t love, or even want to be near to ? should he kill his son ? a body is nothing without its soul. you were half of him, even though you were probably complete on your own. that’s the thing.

you could live without neteyam, neteyam couldn’t live without you.

neteyam stood up, catching everyone’s attention, leaving the tent and distracting jake from his thoughts.

“reunion finished, get out” he said opening the tent’s entrance for everyone.

neteyam had been waiting for you. on the beach, with a new lighter, because he wanted to keep yours. only waiting for you to come here, smile at him, sit next to him and smoke together.

but after an hour, he was worried. had something happened to you ? where did you go after the family reunion ?

he just decided to get up, and look for you. to finally try and not jump to conclusions again.

to finally say those damn three words.

“i see you.”

yes, that was the day, or maybe he could at least try and hint his intentions. letting you know he wanted more than a hookup, and that he finally was fucking ready to treat you like he should have been all this time.

ok no, maybe it’s a little too early for that.

he had no idea that that same day, ao’nung came by your tent.

“hey, how are you ?” ao’nung asked, face poking from the side of your tents entrance. you were surprised he came by your tent. he wasn’t used to do this, but it’s not like you don’t appreciate it.

“hey” you said back. he got in the tent, looking around for a bit. this was probably the first time he came here after you decided to basically move here.

“so, what have you been up you?” you tried to keep a conversation going, you couldn’t bare the silence it was way too awkward.

“i’ve been missing you.” he said, in a serious tone. silence dropped for a second, but it was immediately interrupted by your laughs. thank god.

“and what have you been up to ?” he smiled looking at you while leaning his back on the wall. maybe you could fall in love with him. or maybe you’re just delusional.

“nothing special, if i have be to be honest, but… “ you left your sentence incomplete, walking to him with his gaze glued on you. same smirk on his face.

“… i’ve been missing you too.” you finished your sentence, placing a kiss on his lips.

you were such a little dirty liar. you didn’t miss him one bit.

you place another kiss on his lips, and another one. and another one.

until he placed a hand behind your neck, smashing your lips together, deepening your kiss. his tongue lightly parted your lips, as if he was asking for your consent. you hugged his tongue with yours, tasting him. but ao’nung’s lips couldn’t even come near netayam’s lips. soft, on your skin, jaw and neck. his hand tracing circles on your waist as usual, your arms thrown to circle his neck.

you silently moaned against his lips, catching his attention, making him heavy breathe. your lips still attached to his, you lightly jumped, his big hands covering your ass, making you hug his waist with your legs.

you were so deep already, into all of this story. are situationships supposed to act like this ? was it normal ? are you falling in love ? or are you falling in love with the person you’re pretending is holding you right now ?

are you in love with ao’nung or the guy that could make you fall to your knees with only a kiss ? or make you whimper with a single touch ? or make you doubt everything you know with a simple phrase ? that someone had such a special effect on you, you don’t think there’s any language in this world that is capable of explaining what he did to you. how he makes you feel.

you were so so so tired. of fighting. of pretending. of replacing.

shouldn’t things be easier ?

your thoughts interrupted by ao’nung’s lips kiss and biting on your neck, but neteyam did it so much better. you lifted your face, giving him more space to work on. ao’nung suddenly stopped, face still in the crook of your neck . and you suddenly had this bad bad feeling in your gut.

something bad about to happen to you. you don’t what it is, but you feel it coming.

you waited for ao’nung to say something, hands still on your back to hold you, like you weighted as much as a feather. he could give you anything you wanted, but how could ask him to give you another person ? that unfortunately wasn’t him.

“i know who you pretend i am.” your heart dropped the moment ao’nung spoke those words, with his voice low and cracked. he knew and still came by your tent. the guilt was chocking you.

he knows, and i know he knows. what could you even say ? that it wasn’t true ? that he was worried for nothing ? you couldn’t, because not only you would be lying to him, but you would also be lying to yourself.

as if your night couldn’t get better, someone entered the tent.

but as soon as you felt your heart stinging, you knew damn well you were in so much trouble.

so so so so much trouble. you were absolutely fucked.

you didn’t even have to look at him, to realise that the person who just entered your tent was neteyam. you immediately fell back to your feet, distancing yourself from ao’nung.

who did you even have to be loyal to ?

but maybe, it just was the fact that you couldn’t betray your heart.

you suddenly felt naked, in front of him. his gaze confused, eyes glossed once again with tears.

you just wanted to disappear, you just wanted to die.

he scoffed, crossing his arms and looking at you with a smirk on his face. this was so bad.

ao’nung kept trying to keep track on what was happening, why were you so suddenly acting like this. but he might have realised something, that the two of you have been trying to hide so hard. his eyes flashed, mouth slightly opened. heart completely shattered. he immediately ran out of the tent, purposely bumping his shoulder against neteyams. not even daring to look back. you felt a tear leave your eye. what have you done ?

the silence was suddenly interrupted by neteyams voice, making you tilt your head up.

“congratulations, fucker.”

he stopped for a second. trying to get the words.

“if you only knew how many words i have wasted on you, and how many other words i was willing to waste. even tonight, but you didn’t even come by.”

that’s all he said, before leaving once again, following ao’nung’s traces.

leaving you alone.

alone, again.

final notes : damn um, so how did y’all like it ? i hope u enjoyed it ! if y’all want a part four remember to like the post and if you want to be tagged and you’re not already on the tag list, message me privately or comment it ! for some reason i can’t tag everyone, so i’ll just directly send it ! sorry for the wait, AND PLS LET ME KNOW WHERE YALL ARE FROM BECAUSE IM EUROPEAN AND I POST AT COMPLETELY RANDOM TIMES 😭

sneak peak : so the time has come ! someone noticed a song reference i put in my story ! if y’all didn’t already notice it, in all my posts i put some song references which, if you can tell me from which song or band it is, you get a sneak peak of the next part before everyone else ! the first winner was… @grierpilots !, the reference was from a neighbourhood song, one of my favs which is crybaby ! the reference was : “i always get this anxious feeling, but it goes away when i’m with you breathing.” which neteyam said to you in pt. 2 of the fic ! the quote isn’t exact but it’s always recognisable :)

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✦ YOU JEALOUS ?

PT. 2 ↦ i fucking knew it.

neteyam x reader x ao'nung

PROMPT ➜ after that night, you were left with doubts, and everything that was sure, now wasn't. but maybe this night you could get some answers from the one and only.

TAGS ➜ teasing, mentioning of sex, smoking, angst, fighting.

you don’t even remember what exactly happened after... that.

you just remember neteyam’s eyes going absolutely numb, almost glossed with doubt. you hit him where you wanted to. but now you’re not even sure if that was how you wanted to make him feel. it’s incredible how you used to feel that proudness and glory in your chest every time he almost cried because of something you said. were was that feeling now ? was it now buried, the same way that neteyam was buried in your mind ?

you almost felt bad, regretting immediately what you said, but at least hoping he would get angry or say something back to alleviate that feeling of deep guilt you were sensing. you knew that even though he doesn’t show it, he cares. yes, he does actually care about what you say, what you eat, who you hang out with. but how could you be so dumb ? why would he make fun of you and ao’nung if he didn’t give an absolute fuck ? but you don’t get it, is he jealous ? is he worried ?

what are you neteyam, what are you thinking about, since you know every single thought of mine from how deep you’re buried in my mind ? are we feeling the same things ?

every time you thought about the way his hand, that was on the back of your neck, slowly let go of it, almost like he was defeated, not knowing what to think. his hand trailed it’s way down your back, which gave you goosebumps, to your arm and then your hand. you were still confused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed, having no idea of what he was going to think or say or do. you just let him, you trusted him enough to do that.

he held your hand for a few seconds, looked at you with eyes that were veiled with tears. but those seconds, lasted years, almost leaving your hand burned from how thick the tension between y’all was. he left, leaving your hand dangling near your hip, and immediately went away. you don’t know where he was going, you didn’t see it. but that string that connected you and him, would tell you later. since you two started being mean and competitive with each other, this weird red string formed. you could have your eyes closed, but as soon as he enters the room...

your bones ignite.

“neteyam’s here”.

you want the one you can’t have, and it’s driving you mad, because it’s always all over your face.

do you even want him ? do you want him or the version of him you created in your mind ? the version that used to play with you, take care of you, make you laugh and cry ? were did all the years go. they just flew in front of your eyes, and the person that cared about the most slowly died, only leaving his moving body and those soulless eyes. maybe you outgrew each other, maybe you didn’t. maybe it’s just an excuse because you couldn’t be together in the first place, even as friends. and the options left were either stranger or enemy.

and you would both rather feel hate, than feel nothing for eachother.

your insults were just sweet words spat in his face, which in his opinion were always better than your silence and indifference. his rough hand, glued to you. everytime he hit you it felt like a kiss.

but this is exactly what you were scared of, his indifference.

you hoped he would’ve at least turned back to you to call you a skxawng or dumb, or whatever.

could at least fill his ego a bit. but he didn’t.

you were now contemplating whether to go to the beach to talk like you did every night, or to just stay in your tent and sleep. this was probably the first time you weren’t sure that he was going to be there, because this type of situation had never occurred.

you’re bad at keeping your emotions bubbled, you’re good at being perfect but together you two were good at being trouble. the only way your emotions resurfaced was picking on him, just to see that angry expression which you absolutely loved, for reasons you couldn’t talk about with lo’ak because it would’ve been weird to talk about him that way with his brother. the most you could do was cross your legs, that’s it.

you know what, fuck it if he’s not there you’ll just smoke alone and then go to sleep as usual.

you brought your cigarettes with you and the special lighter you only use when you’re with him, fucking hell. your organs would probably start eating each other if he isn’t there, but you can’t know if you don’t go first, right ?

you hyped yourself up, took your things and closed your tent. while walking to your usual spot, you happened to hear jake and neytiri talk in their tent. you kneeled and positioned yourself better to not get caught because this would be very awkward and weird to explain.

“i don’t know. i don’t think Eywa does things on accident, there’s no such thing as accidents with her. but it seems so weird. what happened to them ?” this was definitely neytiri’s voice, the last time she sounded this worried was when you and neteyam got lost in the forest when you were seven and eight years old, they then found you both sleeping next to a tree. him hugging you to keep you warm. the sharpest blade of all is nostalgia.

“i’m actually worried, if they had the chance they would kill each other. i have no idea of what to do, all the words and speeches seem absolutely useless. sometimes i think the only way to stop this fighting is to send him to a training camp so they won’t get distracted by their competitiveness.” that’s jake voice, almost cracking. your heart sinked.

they’re going to send neteyam away. you couldn’t stop a tear from cutting through your face only at the thought of not always having neteyam six feet away from you. you had to take matters into hand.

you immediately stood up, walking fast to get to the beach as soon as possible.

your mind just couldn’t shut up. what were you going to do ? who were you going to have next to you ? yes, you have lo’ak but it just wasn’t the same thing.

to your surprise, you notice neteyam was sat in his usual spot. you didn’t recognise him at first, his hair was tied up only leaving a few braids that framed his face. he always knows how to hit the right spot. not smoking, but he was still there alone. you walked on the sand feeling it under your feet, and sat next to him. he did notice you but it seemed like he just wanted to ignore you.

don’t panic, don’t panic, don’t panic.

you took a cig out of the pack and lit it up, positioning it on neteyam’s lips while still holding it. he breathed in some smoke, to then breath it out a few seconds after.

you smiled, and positioned it again on your lips, doing the same thing.

the only sound you two were hearing was the waves crashing on anything they found in front of them. everyone was sleeping, you two smoking without letting a thing out of your mouth that wasn’t smoke.

“you know...” you started, finally catching his attention. he turned to you, taking the cig out of your hand, lightly touching it. without even realising it, you held your breath, goosebumps spreading all over your body. why were you suddenly so nervous, what happened ?

don’t panic.

“... i’m stronger that all my men, except for you neteyam.

i didn’t genuinely think that my comment was going to hurt you, that wasn’t my intention. “

you finished your sentence, almost whispering, feeling your heart about to jump out of your ribcage, this was the first time you ever seriously apologised to him. probably the reason why you feel your legs shaking like there’s no tomorrow. you just stayed there, silent not knowing what else you could possibly say to him. you have never been good with words. at the end of the day, your love language was physical touch. you just couldn’t find the words to express how sorry you felt, you could only do that by physically touching them. hugging, touching, caressing.

but things were way too awkward with neteyam to even lightly touch him. you felt this invisible barrier between the both of you, that neither of you dared to break, or even look on the other side. maybe because you were afraid of knowing what was going on the other side of the fence, maybe because you already know. only your consciousness knows the thin difference.

“i always get this anxious feeling,

but it always goes away when i’m with you breathing.”

two things caught you off guard in that moment. first of all, the fact that he was speaking to you, and second, what he said. you would’ve never thought in your whole life that you would ever hear him say anything to you, that wasn’t insulting or teasing. your brain can’t even process what he said, but your body already did. you could feel this weird warm, not hot, feeling in your stomach lingering there. your lips wanted one thing and one thing only, craving the presence of something, almost tingling, that you’re still not sure you will ever admit to yourself. to make things worse, neteyam slowly dropped his eyes to your lips, making you gulp. he looked at them for a second, only to then place the cigarette on your lips slightly parting them, while still holding it.

you hesitated at first, but then breathed in some smoke, taking over your lungs, filling them. neteyam smiled while looking at you breathe out, to then position his lips on the filter, exactly where yours were. you both silently decided to stay quiet, and enjoy each other’s presence.

both of you craving to do something, say something, since this was the only alone time you two had before going back to hate each other, which was something you silently decided mutually. you didn’t want to ask questions, but why did you have to do all this ? because you both know you’re not that jealous. maybe fear of commitment ? but fear of committing to what ? a simple fucking friendship ? maybe you both knew you could never be just friends. maybe you could, but you didn’t want to only be friends. who knows ?

you chuckled, catching his attention.

“you know we could argue right now, and no one would hear or see us ?”

you would never in a thousand years expected this. he neared his smirking face to yours, making your heart skip a beat, but without making it noticeable.

“we could do anything right now,

and nobody would see us. anything.”

and then proceeded to blow smoke in your face, making you cough while you both were chuckling.

he better thank god that you love his mom, because Eywa knows you wouldn’t have held back.

he then proceed to stand up, giving you a hand. you got up and he immediately pulled you in a hug. you hesitated again, but gave in. you hugged him tightly, letting all of his worries flow into you. he kissed the back of your ear, just like you did with ao’nung. sorry neytiri, but that motherfucker. you could literally fall to your knees right now. but you didn’t. you wanted to know.

how far can things get ?

he hesitated, and kissed you again on the same spot. he took it even further and trailed with his kissed to your cheek. kiss after kiss. letting his hands trail from your back to your lower waist, holding it tight like you could escape at any moment.

kissing, from the back of your ear, to your cheek. from your cheek to you jaw. with his hand positioned on your chin, he lifted it up, go give him more space to work on, making you hold your breath, clinging more and more to him. he moved from your jaw, to your neck. weakest spot of ours. and he knew, he fucking knew. you made a mental note to not tell to lo’ak anything about you anymore, because he was going to spill everything to neteyam. and for what c’mon ?

your thoughts were interrupted by his mouth kissing every inch of your neck, sometimes even biting on the sensible skin. you felt the need to cross your legs, to relief even if only a little bit the stress that and nervousness that he was causing you. almost as if he read your mind, he placed his knee in between your legs, but without making any contact.

“fuck you” you thought, without having the energy, the tongue or even the mind to say it out loud, you just felt him smirk against you neck. he knew, again. where did he get all of this experience ? well it wasn’t like you could act like he wasn’t handsome. very handsome. he must have girls like this every night, while you’re feeling special and excited for something he probably has already done a thousand times with a thousand people. you felt embarrassed, humiliated almost. but why does he have such difficulty finding a mate then ? you can hear the girls of the village, talk about him, his arms, his grin, his neck, his legs, his waist, something that is positioned a lil lower than his waist. you couldn’t understand ?

can’t he have the girl he wants ? is she that offlimit ?

that must be why him and jake were arguing the other day, neteyam saying that the only person he wanted was already taken by someone. he loved her, but she wasn’t his.

you feel the same exact way, but talking about mates with him was more offlimit than the girl he wanted. that would’ve been way too awkward. your thoughts were once again stopped by neteyam, who was dragging his hand way too low your waist, it’s not like you didn’t want him to, but still... you were afraid. even if you let him, would’ve that been it ? the end of it ?

a useless hook up, and then going to back to hating eachother ? but you knew. you already knew that if you two crossed that line, you could’ve never gone back to hating him. keeping him distant was the only thing that worked. were you so afraid to love him ? were you afraid he wasn’t going to love you ? were you afraid to love ? were you afraid of not knowing how to love or were you afraid of knowing too much, but with the wrong person ? but well if not him, then who ? for all you know, this could be the last time someone touches you this way. you must stop him, but how could you ?

“neteyam, stop.” you harshly grab his arm, taking him by surprise, but successfully stopping him. he chuckled leaving his head in the crook of your neck, his hands suddenly become distant and cold even though they still were on your body.

“i knew it.” he distanced himself from you, only for him to walk away still facing you for a bit and then stopping, still keeping you confused and doubtful. he continued.

“i fucking knew it.”

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✦ YOU JEALOUS ?

neteyam x reader x ao'nung

PROMPT ➜ neteyam and y/n had anything but a good relationship, always fighting and bickering over something. but once those lustful eyes and lingering hands started getting noticed, everything changed, but neteyam could possibly have realised everything too late.

TAGS ➜ angst, slight mention of sex, teasing, heavy language

"what ?" he asked with a confused expression on his face.

"nothing" but your smile only grew more. he knew what you were thinking, but he just wanted you to say to make sure it wasn't that obvious.

"no c'mon, what ? why are you smiling ?"

"YOU'RE GROSS WHAT" he picked up the nearest pillow and threw it at you, but you dodged him before he even threw it. after that, lo'ak tried to not look at you in the eyes while calming down.

"sooo..." he looked at you with a smirk on his face and puppy eyes.

"YES !" he jumped up almost scaring you, proceeding to chant and grunt all over your tent. "c'mon, she might already be there, hurry up" you stood up taking his hand and running out of your tent.

lo'ak immediately went straight to tsireya, but you decided to look around a bit to see if you could find anyone. well, maybe someone.

you turned around the fire place, when you accidentally bumped shoulders with someone, but as soon as you realised who you were turning around for to excuse yourself, your heart almost stopped.

he winked at you with a smirk on his face, and immediately walked away. still confused because of your interaction with neteyam, you find ao'nung. he smiles and pats the space between his thighs, you walk there and immediately sat while looking at him. he used to hold you tight and place his chin on your head. even though you didn't like him that way, he was the first guy that held you without hurting you. he was sweet, kind and strong. the perfect man. he cared so much about you, but you both knew you didn't want anything serious, just someone to have a bit of fun with. between his big arms you felt protected, safe from everything and anyone.

but for some reason…

...you still didn't feel the spark.

the spark, that unfortunately, you could feel with someone else.

why, why, why ?

then, an idea crossed your mind.

you took ao'nung hand who was, as usual, lingering on your waist and placed it on your thigh rubbing it up and down, making it get more and more near to your inner thigh with every stroke.

he felt blood rush to his erection, making it more noticeable, but why the fuck did he feel that way ? WHY ? maybe he was jealous because he knew you can tell a joke, but will never tell a lie.

ao'nung has a chance, while neteyam doesn't. which makes him feel sorry for you, because he would make sure that everytime he fucked you, you would come back crawling and begging for more.

more, more, more.

nothing was ever enough. the lustful stares, the lingering eyes, the blush, the smiles you both tried to hide so much, but never worked.

meanwhile, ao'nung carefully moved your hair out of the way, making neteyam hold his cup even more tightly, and whispered in your ear "what are you doing, darling ?"

it was enough for now, you didn’t wanna take it too far.

because you were both too proud to admit anything, nonetheless your weird and sick attraction for eachother.

this man was so angry, but so damn attractive and oh did it make you want to let him do anything to you. anything.

you smiled and grinned, knowing what was going thru his mind, and whispered in his ear, feeling his goosebumps and breath he didn't realise he was holding.

"you jealous ?"

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