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gethexxed · 20 days ago

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bodyguard! kirishima, bakugou, and sero, now in their mid twenties tall, lean, big, strong men. trained in fighting & numerous weapon use, for years they trained to be the perfect protectors for you, hired by ur yakuza! father to never leave ur side, the world was dangerous as you know. especially now that your clan is doing business with the todoroki’s, their future clan head shoto was to be your future husband once you graduated college and got time to be a “normal girl” in your words, a lame and desperate attempt to unite the two strongest clans of the time.

but luckily for you your guards are always there for you to keep your mind off the inevitable. tasked with ensuring your safety and fun that you requested before you are to be a yakuza! wife. they are funny, smart and handsome men, they treat you very well and are always respectful. you have a very playful relationship with them, they just love their spoiled little baby, used to getting everything you want and they aren’t the exception, surprising you with gifts & always cooing at you & singing their praises when you ask how you look. they are your closets friends after all, you’d known them a long time. since they were brought here by their clans as the strongest fighters, when they were only 12.

secretly they pine after you, always wanting to make their moves but never letting it go that far, just light flirting, anything to make you laugh. as teens it was hard to keep their eyes off you with their hormones raging but now as a adults they only steal those same glances when they are sure you aren’t watching, but all three of them know how eachother feel about you but keep it from you since they couldn’t ever act on it.

they take your protection as their top priority, even going as far as going undercover at your college, becoming friends with your friends, each of them taking some of your classes, (paid for by your father of course since he looks at them like sons), but suddenly u start asking for space claiming to need alone time, more time with your girlfriends and less testosterone, of course they are never far from you but still trying to respect your wishes as the last thing they want to do is upset you. then after busting them for still stalking you (which they can’t help they have to do what your father says, he signs their checks, also they’d never let you out of their sight anyway.) and they beg for your forgiveness saying “we just want to keep you safe angel”, “it would break our hearts if something happened to you”, “we have to do our jobs, and our only priority is to keep you safe, keeping you happy is just our hobby”, you continued to pout but eventually forgave them and things would returned to normal as they always did when you got into arguments, i mean after all you love your guards:

kiri is your big sweetheart always carrying your shopping bags and telling you what heels he loves on you, “i’m almost as tall as you in these kiri” you’d do a small spin & giggle, while he sits in the amusingly small chair outside the dressing room, he’d smirk at you standing to his full height, making eye contact with you through the full length mirror, still a good 6 inches clearing over your head even in the tall beautiful shoes, craning his neck down close to your ear and raising an eyebrow to you he’d whisper “i don’t think you’re even close”, his large hands resting on each side of your ribcage making you feel small, it’d force your face to turn red thinking about how easily it would be for him to toss you around… you to push him playfully but scurry back into the changing room quickly to get away from the blush that creeps down your neck.

then there’s sero, always quick to compliment you and never shy about who he does it around. even mumbling “good m’rning beautiful” around your father without fear. a boy comes up to you on campus to talk to you, and without a second thought sero’s standing extremely close to you with his lazy smile & much more intense eyes sizing up this guy who had the balls to come up and say something with him right there, “could i get your number?” he’d ask and you’d start to blush he was awfully cute anyway, before your mouth could open sero would simply say no & tell the guy to move on, when you would protest stomping your foot and frustrated that sero would scare off- yet again- another cute guy, “you need a man mami, not some little boy. you’re a top tier woman you only deserve the best of the best…. besides…-“ he’d wrap his slender fingers around your wrist and use his other hand to force your chin to look up at him, “you’re supposed to be shoto’s so i know you’re not looking for a relationship, so what exactly are you looking for hmm? does my pretty girl have naughty thoughts?” he’d wiggle his eyebrows playfully at you, which would cause you to stutter out a no, and that it wasn’t his business in the first place but ur heart would be slamming in your chest at the thought of sero tending to your now obvious naughty thoughts.

or bakugo the most strict guard, always keeping you on lockdown and ensuring he knows every person you’re going to hangout with (and who their friends are), forces you to keep a shared calendar of all your plans, he ensures that you have life 360 downloaded to your cellphone so he can find your exact location at anytime and is always insisting he will drop you off and pick you up anywhere you want to go. “you’re just too hot to drive. that’s how it works, hot girls dont drive themselves and i’d never let you take a taxi” he’d make a disgusted face, and shake his head. so it definitely feels awkward for you when he unknowingly is dropping you off to hangout with the cute guy from lab, you see him standing on the corner waiting for you even tho you told him to wait inside, though normally this would be such a sweet gesture you just knew what this meant now, katsuki’s memory was impeccable he’d remember the boy without a doubt, your lab partners messy purple hair and sleepy eyes still searching for you, cursing to yourself you lean your head back to the seat rest and close your eyes waiting for what you know is to come “oh hell no, there’s no fucking chance you are seeing this loser”, he would gawk at you, you’d just roll your eyes and reach for the door handle when he’d hit the lock button and turn himself fully to look at you expectantly, you’d shrug and reply with he’s nice and you were bored and bakugo would shake his head “uh uh, we’re going somewhere else, i’ll call sero and kiri to meet us, if you’re just bored and want a date to just have a date, we’ll go wherever you wanna go” you’d whine to him that you couldn’t do the things you want to do with your guards and he’d have red blush dust the tips of his ears at your confession, before he would lean into your space so that you could smell his cologne and see his muscular chest and arms ripple under his shirt, him being so close to you would intoxicate you, as he was your first ever crush. his lips would be so close and you could feel his rough finger tips brush over the top of your left thigh, “i can do whatever you need me to do” he’d speak in a lower tone, as if he didn’t want anyone to hear him even though it’s just the two of you. his deep voice would send your stomach in knots, his eye contact was intense, and he’d let his eyes flicker to your soft glossed lips, you’d finally cave after years of wanting to know what he was capable of, letting one of your hands drift to one side of his jaw where you could feel the light stubble on his chin with your thumb, the other hand wrapping in the longer bits of hair at the nape of his neck, almost brushing your lips to his before his cell phone rings, making both of you jolt. he’d reach into his pocket and snap at presumably kiri or sero, which would make you giggle even though you’re entire body is on fire, and you’d much rather skip the date part and just go home to get relief from the pit in your stomach, he’d tell you to shut up and ask where they should meet the two of you. deciding to just go for desert and drinks.

but then you do the unthinkable, and start sneakin around with the worst men possible. shoto todoroki’s bodyguards more specifically: hawks & dabi. they send you less than innocent looks every time their around, teasing you with sweet nothings & filthy lines you’re sure they’ve told other girls before, but you can’t help it. even though there’s a deal in place you can’t help but melt for the older smooth talking yakuza members.

you bribe poor sweet big kiri, with a bright smile & a low cut top to leave his position outside your bedroom door to get you some sweets, so you could sneak hawks & dabi in. only minutes later to have yourself laid flat on your bed with kiego’s tongue buried between your thighs & touya’s sloppy kisses on your mouth. tugging on kiego’s messy locks as he devours you, you cry out their names. touya’s hand flies to your mouth, gripping your chin tightly and he whispers roughly in your ear “awe see doll we told you those in confidence, you have to keep your pretty fucking mouth shut,” he’d unbuckle his pants and have you take his full length as punishment for forgetting the importantance of their anominity. they make it fast considering they have a meeting to go too with your father their actual reason for the visit but they just can’t resist meeting up again with the sexy yakuza daughter and soon to be yakuza wife, so they hurry making you cum hard & fast, before fixing themselves to be presentable, dabi taking your white panties in his pocket since he didn’t get time to “fuck you properly” hawks begins to whine while he kisses you “i did all the work, cmon i deserve em” he’d pout while holding your hips tightly, kissing you lightly again, “right baby? those are my reward for making you feel so good” he’d pout, you put both your hands up, “i am not getting in between dabi and my panties, your on your own hawks.” laughing to yourself, he’d frown at you before kissing below your ear and sucking “i hate when you call me that, i’d much rather be your kiego.” your heart strings would tug, despite telling yourself you would not catch feelings for these two, the more time you spend with them the more you just can’t help it. giving you sweet kisses and a harsh ass grab from dabi, they slip out of your room and down the hallway to the staircase in hopes of not running into your guards or worse your father.

fooling your father was one thing, with age his senses had dulled, but it was much harder to fool your guards. who burn holes through hawks and dabi sitting across the room from them sipping whiskey offered to them by the two yakuza! bosses who were in deep discussion over some territory to the east. their smug faces were easy to read, as if they were in on a secret nobody else was, well that and a very pretty but familiar lipstick shade mark on hawks collar bone tucked under his white buttoned up with rolled up sleeves and his more than usual messy hair. bakugo is very perceptive, he can almost smell the faint aroma of sex, it definitely doesn’t help their case that they had an awkward run in with kirishima on your floor either, on their way down to the meeting with no good reason for why they were on the same floor as your room, shrugging and explaining they must have gotten lost, despite visiting the manor over 30 times at this point.

sero’s eyes burned holes into dabi’s pocket seeing just the small tuft of white lace peeking out. they same white panties he noticed this morning during your yoga session, he was once grateful to see them, tho now he was incredibly pissed off to see them again. they know what has happened, those fucks touched what was theirs. luckily for dabi and hawks they don’t want to be given away either for your father would surely have all of their heads, but the second they were alone with them they’d wipe the smirks off their faces. to make sure the pair knew to stay away form what was theres.

your guards would make sure to apologize on their knees infront of you, they thought they were already fulfilling all your needs, in every aspect and felt like failures you had to use other men to get satisfaction when they were right here for you. “use us for what you need princess, you don’t need anyone else”, your mind would feel clouded surrounded by your handsome friends, “please baby… tell us what you need, we’ll give you whatever you want” with light kisses to your neck from sero and thick posessive hands on your hips from katsuki, “cmon honey, don’t you wanna feel good?” kiri would peer up at you through his lashes, his handsome face with also the sight of the hunk of a man on his knees for you using his big hands to run up your thighs, using his thumbs to push your skirt up while kissing your knee.

“fuck.” you’d mumble to yourself, there’s no way you could give in….. right?

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neteyamsyawntu · 12 days ago

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Patterns of Your Love

Neteyam x Human!Reader

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WARNINGS: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, SMUT including fingering,thigh riding, p in v/m&f intercourse, dirty talk, pet names, size difference, interspecies relationship, alien genitalia

Word count~4340 Art work created by @zeroseydorum

The heat of the Pandoran sun radiated through the thick branches of the trees above where you and Neteyam laid in the plush grass of the forest. Neteyam’s eyes were closed, muscles relaxed as he allowed your small form to lay across his chest, his comparably large hand supporting your waist, caressing your side gently with a thumb. You were propped up on your forearms staring down at him intently, counting each of his calming breaths, noting the small occasional hums he would let slip as he exhaled. Your eyes drifted to his long braids, splayed out in the grass around his head like separate coinciding streams of water. A sliver of sunlight painted in a diagonal line across his face. Everything about him seemed so perfect. One of the things that had immediately caught your eyes about him was his stripes. They seemed thicker in comparison to the other na’vi. Decorating his body so beautifully. Every stripe seemed purposeful. Your eyes lingered on the angled pattern on his forehead, following their flow of movement across his face. With careful fingers you raise your hand, gently gliding the tips of your fingers along his cheekbone, tracing the stripe toward the center of his face until it trails off before moving your hand up toward his forehead. Stretching your index and middle fingers apart, you place them at his hairline then slowly move them down, following the slanted lines of his stripes, progressively closing your fingers as you reach the place in the center of his brow bone. A low hum rumbled in Neteyam’s throat as your fingers repeated the action, your own mind transfixed on him, ”That feels nice…” his voice breaks the silence in a smooth whisper, a relaxed smile growing on his lips, “Does it?” you whisper back, reflecting his own smile. Your question is met with a satisfied hum in response, prompting you to repeat the action a few more times, watching Neteyam relax further under your touch. Your hand drifts down toward his chest, fingers immediately caressing the thick stripes along his pectoral, noting the brief hitch in Neteyam’s breathing as your feathery touches move across his skin.

“What are you doing?” He asks with a slight chuckle in his voice, finally opening his eyes to look down at you. Your eyes meet his for a brief moment, returning his smile before glancing back down at the pattern on his skin, “Your stripes are so pretty” you reply, trailing your fingers down the center of his chest, noticing how his muscles tense slightly at your actions causing you to quirk a curious brow, “Is my big, mighty warrior sensitive?” You chuckle with a playful smirk. Neteyam moves his hand to caress your jaw carefully, shifting your gaze back to his own, his thumb wanting to press over your lips, mentally cursing the oxygen mask that guarded your face, “Do not tease me, little one” Neteyam scolds you with his own playful smile, “Besides… You know full well what you do to me.”. Your gaze fell from his face to his body once more, admiring his azure skin with your finger tips. As his chest faltered a bit from his shaky breath, a new idea formed in your mind. You shifted your gaze to the side of his head, where his nearly bunny-like ears flicked absentmindedly. Carefully you shift your weight forward, just enough to place your hands by the sides of his head without having to strain. Just as carefully you allow your hands to gently cup the Na’vi’s long ears, which flick a bit in response at the touch. “My yawne…” Neteyam warns in a low purr, his eyes now watching you closely in attempts to perhaps read your mind on whatever scheme you had conjured, “What are you thinking, little one?”, “Just… testing a quick theory” you whisper semi focused as you try to hide your smirk. The moment your thumb and index fingers shift to lightly pinch his ears, you get a reaction you would never expect from him; a shaky gasp sounds in the air, his muscles tighten beneath you just as his hands move to encompass your backside, holding you impossibly close to him. His ears now hot beneath the pads of your fingers.

Your lips loosen as you finally allow a giggle to break through them, giving another brush of your thumbs along his ears that sends shivers down Neteyam’s spine, delight painting your features while watching his eyes roll and flutter shut, only briefly. Although there is nothing particularly erotic about the rubbing of his ears, the expression and now sudden shift in the rising and falling of his chest, has your mind wandering elsewhere. Swinging a leg over his slim waist and placing your palms on his chest to steady yourself, you peer down at him with a feline smirk, “So the big tough kitty really is sensitive.”. When Neteyam’s eyes meet yours, his pupils are dilated, glazed with a softness you only ever see him give you and yet… you could swear part of that look held some sort of primal challenge. It’s when his large hands snake up your thighs that you understand the meaning of that look, “Perhaps… although aren’t humans more sensitive than na’vi?” He hums, purposely drawing out the words as his fingers purposefully caress your thighs as they make their way up to your hips, his thumbs massaging the divots there with the type of predatory gentleness that makes your pulse quicken.

“Your skin is much softer… your bodies are squishier…” Neteyam purrs, perhaps more to himself as his amber eyes follow the trailing of his hands whilst they give your hips a gentle squeeze before slowly moving upward, pushing beneath the fabric of your shirt to run his thumbs along your ribs, just under your breasts. His ears perk when the sound of your exo-pack mask enhances the sound of your staggered breathing, pulling the edge of his lips into a smirk, “See?”. You pull back out of his reach crossing your are over your chest defiantly, “What? You expect me not to react when you’re…” Neteyam cocks his head to the side, that same predatory look gleaming in his eyes. You blow out a hot breath in a fleeting attempt to slow your heart rate, momentarily fogging the glass of your mask, “Stop looking at me like that.”.

Neteyam chuckles, shifting his weight to anchor himself onto his elbows, simultaneously causing you to adjust your own weight as well to stop you from slipping down his abs. The position mimicking that of a lion getting ready to pounce, “And how, tawtute, am I looking at you?”, “Like a cat toying with its meal before devouring it.” You huff out a nervous laugh, noting the way he leans to one side to allow one of his arms free to cup your lower back, his thumb trailing along your spine, his face coming ever so slightly closer to yours, “Is that what my sky dancer wishes? To be devoured?” Not ‘sky person’, but ‘dancer’ because you were not a human fueled by greed or destruction. You were soft, gentle, free spirited, and his.

Yet as you stammer trying to find the words, Neteyam leans closer until his lips meet with the column of your throat, extinguishing your tongue of any protest or comeback you would’ve conjured and leaving it with only the ability to sigh, leaning into his touch, your fingers instinctually weaving through his braids. His hold on your lower back remains firm as he carefully shifts into a sitting position, his other hand holding the side of your face, to which you have zero hesitation in leaning into the warmth of his palm, presenting more of your neck to him. A low sultry purr answers your gesture in thanks as his lips begin leaving kiss after wet kiss along your throat while his hand at your lower back drifts up your torso, proceeding his conquest in teasing the underside of your breast. Your breath catches for a moment and Neteyam’s lips ascend to your ear, his exhale against it causing you to shiver, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth, “Shall we see what noises I can squeeze out of you?” Neteyam whispers, his hand making the shift to finally touch your aching breast, his fingers tracing along its peak before giving it an experimental squeeze to emphasize his words.

Your lips part as the warmth of his palm encompasses your mound, his calluses pulling at the sensitive skin of your peaked nipple with the motion in a way that has you immediately biting your lip again. A thud sounds from behind Neteyam at the impatient bat of his tail against the ground. While he was no stranger to this song and dance of trying to coax the most delicious sounds from you, it still made him somewhat annoyed when he didn’t get immediate results for his excursions. “How my sky dancer loves to play…” Neteyam murmurs against the skin of your neck, dragging his lips down to the peak of your collarbone, “Play as you like, yawne. I will have you singing soon enough.” he purrs, giving your breast in his hand a more assertive squeeze as his tongue glides back up the column of your throat, the fangs of his bottom jaw dragging slightly, in a way that has your body arching into him in response, finally drawing a sweet, lust coated whimper from your lips. You can feel Neteyam's satisfied smirk against your neck, as well as that same satisfaction forming into a firmness that is now pressing into you as you sit on his lap, “Miklor…”(beautiful sounding). Fuck if hearing him speak his mother tongue didn't instantly turn you into a puddle, then the clenching of your core would definitely do the trick. The growing need to have him impossibly closer, touching every inch of you, filling you, ebbed at the corners of your mind, beckoning desire to the forefront that had you squirming against the hardness that pressed against your clothed ass. The seam of your shorts grinding so deliciously against the thin fabric of his loincloth had Neteyam huffing out a ragged breath that sent a chill down your spine. Neteyam's hand pressed at your lower back, held you firmly against him, whilst the middle finger of his hand that remained under your shirt stroked tight, lazy circles around the perked bud of your breast, his mouth busy with adorning your neck in love bites for you to return to the lab with later, all of it dousing your body in heat, you wouldn't be surprised if the blood in your veins had become molten lava, “Teyam…” you coo, fisting your hands in his braids, a low purr rumbling in his chest at the sound, before using your hold on his braids to urge him back and off your neck, “No more playing,” you whisper breathlessly, wining your hips against him for emphasis, “please.”. He needed no further explanation of your wants, yet his eyes took in your body, possibilities of how this could go painting a string of pictures in his mind, by the hungry look in them. “Stand for me, ma'yawntu. Strip.” The command coming out gentle on his tongue as you watched you rise, his hand drifting behind himself to untie the knot of his loincloth, the minute your skin left his, his eyes never leaving your own for a moment, even as he tossed the flimsy garment to the side, perching to sit on his knees as he gave himself a long and slow stroke.

You swallowed the excess saliva that had manifested in your mouth at the sight as your hands moved to first remove your top, then your shoes, moving slowly in an effort to give him a good show. As you moved to remove your panties along with your shorts, Neteyam’s “No,” halted your movments, “Leave those for me.”. You obliged him, stepping out of your shorts and walking between his parted knees, Neteyam's hands instinctively reaching up to guide you, resting on your hips, pulling you closer until his lips met with your soft stomach. His thumbs slide over the band of your panties whilst he continue to leave kisses along your belly, his eyes lifting toward your own for only a moment, before his fingers delicately looping around the top of your panties, before pulling them gently down your legs. The scent of your bare arousal was enough to send a shiver through Neteyam’s spine, making his body go rigid, as his eyes rolled back before closing, his teeth nipping lovingly at your stomach that despite his restraint, had you yelping with slight surprise. “You complain a lot about my own playing, when you can't even seem to stop, yourself.” you protest, shifting your hips to avert his attention from your stomach down to the aching between your thighs. You hadn't even registered that one of Neteyam's hands had drifted down your leg, until you felt his calloused fingertips smoothing over your inner thigh, traveling higher and higher until two of them glide through your wet folds, just enough to part them.

Your pulse immediately jumps, your hands anchoring on his shoulders to steady yourself, “Mmn, but it is so fun to watch you squirm, yawne. It delights me to see my mate act so needy for me.” Neteyam purrs, dragging the lubricated fingers over your clit, slowly circling it whilst your hips buck at the touch, the nerves in your thighs demanding to close, which takes nearly every muscle in your body not to obey; to let Neteyam swirl your bundle of nerves and whined the forming knot in your stomach tighter, the mental leash you had on your vocal cords long forgotten, relinquishing sweet music for Neteyam's ears. “Awe, my sweet mate makes such pretty noises… tell me how good it feels, yawne.”. Your mind seems full of static, only being able to process the feeling of his fingers, the tightening in your core, your only response being to chase his fingers by swaying your hips along with him. “Uh- uh… use that pretty voice, love.” he urges, poking at your entrance with his fingertips for extra motivation. You swallow thickly, trying to steady your breathing as to try to make your voice as clear as possible, yet to no avail as your words come out nearly trembling, “It feels so good Teyam, I…I can hardly keep standing like this.”, “Oh?” and with that his fingers submerge themselves into your soaked cunt, scissoring twice to help with the stretch. The sound that breaks from you is like a song from the great mother herself, your fingernails digging into the blue muscles of his shoulder as your hips instinctively move against his hand, “More… more…”, “You want more, yawne? I've hardly started… so greedy.” Neteyam hums not sounding at all upset as his fingers curl against the spongy bit inside of you. “My greedy little sky dancer… I want to watch you dance for me…” he whispers, hot breath fanning against your ear and much to your dismay, Neteyam removes his fingers from within you, a whine that wasn't completely voluntary, following it from your throat.

Your growing pout causes Neteyam to chuckle as he shifts his weight slightly, still resting on his knees, but now sitting on his heels, the back of his hand now placed purposefully atop his thigh, his fingers still glistening with your juices now pointing skyward, “Sit.”. The command was simple enough, but you couldn’t stop the drifting of your eyes to the place between his thighs, where his cock twitched in eagerly. “That is for later, for now…” He curled his fingers in a sort of beckoning motion, “sit.”. You didn't recall how many steps it took until you were straddling Neteyam's thigh and you couldn't find it in you to care at the tips of his fingers brush your folds, his thumb gently swiping over your clit as you lowered yourself onto him, sinking his fingers back home. “Ahh~...” You moan as you sit completely on his thigh, with Neteyam now knuckle deep in your sex. “Mmnh you’re so warm inside, yawne.. so tight. Let us get you ready for more, hm? Dance…” he cooed sweetly, his fingers repeating that beckoning motion inside of you that serves as enough to jumpstart your movements. You grind your hips into his palm, your juices squelching below you with the motion. For a moment you see Neteyam's eyelids flutter, his lips curl back in the slightest of snarls, before settling for a look so heavy with lust it had you swearing under your breath, you nearly thought you'd combust at the sight alone. Sparing a glance between his legs once again, you witnessed the evidence of that look. His cock nearly red at the tip, twitching with each sway of your hips, as if he were imagining it inside of you instead of his fingers. You knew if you were his size, a na'vi, he wouldn't have wasted a second before burying himself in you, but alas, you were a fragile human. A small delicate thing that, despite whatever protests you could throw his way, you know that Neteyam would always take his time with you. “Eyes on me, yawne.” Neteyam says in more of a growl, as if just the sight of you looking at his was shredding his self control, yet before you could so much as lift your gaze- “Haah! Tey-.” he began bouncing his leg, thus you along with it, sending you up and down on his fingers at his will. Your fingernails nearly broke skin as you bounced atop his legs, moaning uncontrollably as he fucked you on his fingers.

Neteyam's gaze seemed to devour you like a piece of art; watching the each bounce of your breasts, the juices painting his palm and thigh, thrust after thrust how they pooled on his blue skin. It was almost to much, his cock was aching to the point of pain- and then he felt your touch on it's head, not even processing when or how your hand had gone from gripping his shoulder, to rolling his cock head in your palm and… fuck did it feel good. Too good. It was almost too easy to imagine pinning you on the forest floor, lining himself with your cunt and- No, you needed to finish first before he could have you. He needed to be sure you were ready for him. Your body trembled as Neteyam began curling his fingers repeatedly as he continued to bounce his leg, the mixed sensation throwing you into the merciful arms of release as you writhed and shook, mewling out in a hitched voice as you came undone. He continued, slowly the bouncing of his thigh and shifting his curling fingers in the massaging motion, letting you ride out your high. Neteyam huffed a small laugh as your forehead leaned against his chest for support, your breathing heavy and uneven. “You… you play too much, Teyam.”, this prompted another laugh as Neteyam lowered his knee, his free hand snaking from your hip to around your backside, as he carefully lowered you onto the plush grass. Once your back was flush against the ground, Neteyam now leaning over you, he withdrew his fingers, bringing them below pelvis to smear your lingering juices along his shaft, letting out a sigh at the contact, a sound that had your chest tightening. He had been so patient, so gentle, and now you would reward him for his efforts.

Slowly you spread your legs wide, bringing your knees to your chest, watching as Neteyam continued to give himself a few more pumps to ease the hurt. When his eyes finally lifted to see you spread before him, the sound that came from him was nothing, but primal need. He ran his tongue over his lips to moisten them as he carefully leaned down, bringing your face closer to his own until his forehead rested against yours. Despite the hunger, his amber eyes swam with so much Earth shattering love that you felt you could weep and perhaps it showed in your face, because Neteyam cooed your name so softly and sincerely you almost didn't hear it, before he raised his lips to kiss your hairline, once again mentally cursing the obstruction of your mask that kept him from kissing your lips. When he pulled away, it was only enough to weave a hand between you to guide his cock closer to where you both longed for him to be. At the feel of his tip prodding at your entrance, Neteyam leaned down to place a gentle kiss at your ear, whispering sweet praises as inch by delicious, suffocating, filling inch he pushed into you. The shudder that rippled down his back muscles as your tightness took hold of him, as if it would never let go. “Siltsan, ma’ syulang…” (Well done, my flower). As Neteyam looked up to take in your expression, he found your eyes closed, brows scrunched, but not in pain as you breathed, “I don't think I'll ever get used to that first thrust… thank Eywa.”.

Neteyam couldn't help, but chuckle before leaning down to bite your earlobe, “Such a dirty mouth on my mate…” he cooed, yet as you were about to retort, Neteyam pulled out slightly before plunging back in, his muscles flexing at the motion. “Ohh…shit…”, the curse natural on his tongue as again he thrusted slowly into you. The fifth time his tip pressed kissed your cervix, Neteyam had to bite back a growl. He was desperate, but he wouldn’t allow himself to throw caution to the wind, not just for your safety, but to savor this feeling for as long as he could. He maneuvered enough to set your legs over his shoulders, his knees spreading wider through the grass as he scooped an arm beneath your shoulders, pressing your front flush against his own seamlessly, like he was trying to get as close to you as possible- to force your bodies to become one and when he rolled his hips again, you rolled yours with him. Neteyam's ears pressed flat against the sides of his head and he let out a soft whimper, he was content to stay like this forever. “Teyam, please…” You begged, rolling your hips before he could move again, giving his cock a loving squeeze with a clench of your inner walls and with it, an invisible tether had broken loose. Neteyam reeled his hips back at the same steady pace he had, but when he drove back in, your body bucked with his. “Fuck! yes… like that… please.” and he did, again and again, faster, harder, until it was all he could do to bring your hips down onto each of his thrusts, driving your back into the grass each time. His lips were in a frenzy on your ears, neck and chest; wherever he could reach, you decorated your skin in wet kisses, nips, and licks and you couldn't find it within you to give a shit about how many marks he was leaving, not when it meant he was putting his claim on you in the most intimate way he could, Your body writhed and bucked beneath him, your legs that had been barking for being in the same position too long, had become an after thought as one ograsm began as another ended.

Only when Neteyam pulled away, wrapping your legs around his slim waist did you suddenly remember they needed relief, yet the euphoria of it was short lived as you were hauled into his lap, both arms wrapping around you as he somehow drove himself deeper at the new angle. Neteyam buried his face between your neck and shoulder, his grunts and moans lingering in your ear. He was close, the breathless whines that new fell from his lips indicated as much. So close you could feel the restraint in his thrusts, where one moment he pistoned into you, filling the space around you with wet slapping, the next he held your pelvis flush against his own as he ground himself into you. Your brows furrowed through your mask as his whines became more pitched, desperate you realized, like the finish line was nearly there, yet somehow out of reach. So you did what you could, clinging to him and whispering in his ear between moans, “I love you.”, “I love you.”, “My mate.”, “Mine.”, it was the last two words that clanged through him like a burst of energy as Neteyam gave a few rough thrusts, bringing your body to meet them each time, that he finally went over the edge, spilling as much of his seed as he could into you before it began to spill where you were still connected.

The moment he stilled inside of you, you both let out a sigh in unison, your bodies drenched with sweat, skin hot and sticky to the touch. It was when you each pulled back to look at each other that Neteyam’s eyes widened, taking in your body before him. “What? What's wrong?” You immediately ask, following his gaze, but that was all the proof you needed. From what you could see, your chest was littered with redish-purple spots, which you could only assume were on your neck as well, and then the embarrassment of having to walk into the lab like this hit. Neteyam merely laughed, trying as gentle as possible to lay you back down on the grass, withdrawing himself from you before laying on his side beside you. “You say my stripes are pretty, but I must say… I do find spots to be a good look on you.” then you laughed with him only after feining disapproval at his joke, giving his shoulder a playful shove before snuggling into his warmth.

Even rereading this story I'm super proud with how it turned out. I hope it holds up to everyone who read it previously and that new readers enjoy it as well.♡

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