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Special Friends – Chapter 4

adult Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

Words: 4.9k

Summary: You’re so eager to learn new things, but only if it’s Neteyam teaching you.

Warnings: explicit smut, friends with benefits, heavy corruption kink, innocent / virgin reader, manipulative behavior, jealousy, obsessive & possessive behavior, first time oral (m receiving), praise kink

Notes: The Neteyam art for the header was made by the incredible @cinetrix <3

Jealousy is a tumultuous emotion, like a storm brewing within. It feels like a sharp pain in the chest, or a knot in the stomach that won't let go. The mind races with thoughts of what could have been, what should have been, and what might be. It's a feeling of wanting what someone else has, and feeling resentful that you don't have it. Jealousy can be all-consuming, like a fire that burns, leaving you feeling helpless and out of control. It's a reminder of our own insecurities and vulnerabilities, and the fear of losing what you hold dear.

Jealously wasn’t a feeling that Neteyam was very familiar with. You were pretty much bound to the hip since you were children, and after growing up together, with him acting like your shadow, no one even dared to try and talk to you. There was never a reason for him to be jealous. No one would try and court the girl that hadn’t left Neteyams side since she had learned to walk.

When Neteyam had first met you, he instantly felt this strong urge to protect you. He wasn’t much older than you, but you were so small. So tiny and fragile. These urges were only solidified by both of your parents and basically everyone telling him to look out for you, take care of you. And that he did. Every hour and every second of the day, for all of his life up until now.

Everyone knew how close you and him were, but nobody knew exactly how far it extended.

"What? Right now?"

Neteyam couldn’t help but scoff, amused at the sight of you tugging on his arm, cheeks flushed red while you tried to avoid his intense eyes.

You’ve done this countless of times in the past couple of weeks. Begging for him to touch you, wanting him to help you out whenever you felt… strange. And oh by eywa, did you want it often. At some point, you even stopped caring if you were in public. You would tap his shoulder, tug on his arm or squeeze his hands and Neteyam would know.

He always knew exactly what you were so wordlessly begging for.

Perhaps it makes him a bad person to give in so easily, to manipulate you purposefully, get you so needy to the point you can’t even keep it together in public. But in the end, he's always making his special girl feel good, taking care of your needs in a way no one else can. He can't be that bad if you’re whimpering and begging for more, right?

He would grin that smug grin of his, pull you to the side where no one could see, before he swirled you around, both of your hands planted firmly against a tree. And then he would sink down to his knees and get a taste of that sweetness pooling between your thighs.

Neteyam was drowning in your arousal, in your need and desperation, every single day– sometimes even several times. He would give and give, whatever you desired and sometimes he would even get something in return.

But with every passing day, Neteyam felt like you needed his help more often. Not that he minded, of course. At some point, though, he came to realize that this simply wasn’t enough anymore. You needed more, so much more than just his hands, fingers, mouth or tongue. Something he was dying to finally give to you.

He's been holding back thoughts of corrupting your innocence for so long… he couldn't wait to have you. To really have you. All of you.

Unfortunately, the great mother seemed to have other plans for him.

Around a week ago, Neteyam had to accompany his father and the other warriors to a supply raid near the eastern sea. A two days flight to their brothers and sisters of the allied tayrangi clan, followed by a three days stay in which they would accompany the clan on their raid of the RDA resource trains. Thankfully, the raid was successful and the week away from home went by faster than he originally thought. The war party returned to the clans cheerfully shouts, welcoming their warriors with open arms.

At their arrival, Neteyams heart was already racing with anticipation. It’s only been a week, yet his longing for you had only continued to thrive. You’ve never been apart for so long before.

He tries to contain his excitement, but his eyes light up simply at the thought of you. His mind is flooded with memories of your time together, moments you had shared that he'll always treasure, and his loincloth feels significantly tighter by the second, eager to finally have you close to him again.

After landing his ikran safely, the oldest Sully dodged all kind of congratulations for the successful raid and questions about his well-being, in order to look for you.

On the way through the village, Neteyam passed a secluded spot, right next to where the human laboratories were located. He was in such a hurry, that he almost didn’t see you, but there you were. A little hidden by a towering frame of dark blue skin looming over you, with your back pressed against a tree.

The sight made him stop dead in his tracks, his ears twitching, trying to hear what was going on before he would approach you.

"You’ve got some very pretty lips", the stranger said and a feeling of extreme annoyance crept up Neteyams spine, followed by a burning sensation from deep within his stomach, like a fire spreading inside him. Jealousy. That’s what jealousy must feel like.

The unknown omatikaya then reached out, cupping your face in one of his hands, tracing his thumb over your bottom lip. Your eyes widened briefly, a look of puzzlement adorning your features that would normally make him melt. But now, it just made him angry. Angry, because this look wasn’t directed at him. Angry, because you looked flustered and uncomfortable with the unwanted attention, your hands nervously fiddling with the songcord that was tied to your loincloth. Because it wasn’t him touching you, talking to you like this.

Neteyams feet moved before his mind even made the decision to do so, utilising years of experience in stealth as a warrior and skilled hunter to approach the two of you as quiet as possible.

The stranger had angled his body toward you as he spoke, leaning into your space. The grin on his face was sultry, inviting. Disgusting. His knees were practically touching yours. He was entirely too close to you, Neteyam determined.

This man, this nobody, dared to then put a hand halfway up your thigh and this ultimately sends Neteyams blood pressure skyrocketing.

Chuckling darkly, completely oblivious to Neteyam standing right behind him, the stranger went on, "I’d love to see those pretty lips wrapped around my—"

"Well, that’s too bad", Neteyam cut him off, causing the man to tense up and whip around, "I don’t appreciate people touching what’s mine."

The fool seems to have grasped the enormity of the error he had made, glancing up at the olo’eyktan’s first born in shock. His eyes are wide and instantly, he's babbling apologies.

In the corner of his eyes, Neteyam sees the way your whole face lightens up and his heart swells with joy at the thought of you being just as excited to see him as he was before.

But he still keeps his eyes fixed on this interloper, scanning him like prey. He’s probably closer around your age than his, no particular distinguishing features, no face he could recall ever seeing before, boyish and rather plain. That guy was either really bold or really, really stupid to even try and talk to you. Didn’t he make it clear enough, in all of his years, all of your years of living, that you were his and his alone?

Regardless, Neteyams face darkens even more as he puts two fingers to the man’s chest and gives him a little push.

"Move", he grits out, "or I’ll make you."

The pathetic sight in front him makes him fight back the urge to just slit this man's throat right here and now. But the stranger had already excused himself and then disappeared into thin air quicker than one would run when being chased by a palulukan, so Neteyam allowed him to leave with his life, blissfully unaware of how lucky he was.

He kept his eyes fixed in the direction the man had walked off to for long enough, that the silence between you both took on a tinge of tension. Finally, when Neteyam was sure that he was really gone and the both of you were finally alone, he glanced back at you.

"I see you've been making friends while I was away, peach", he said with the raise of his brows, both arms crossed over his chest.

You looked up at Neteyam with this giddy, loopy smile, arms itching to reach up and close them around his neck in a tight hug. "I missed you", is all you respond, bouncing on your toes like an overly excited nantang pup and as always, completely oblivious to the situation you’re in.

"Hmh, I missed you too", Neteyam chuckled with a sarcastic roll of his eyes that made you giggle. Barely able to keep his anger upright by the sight of you, he finally wrapped his arms around your middle and pulled you into a hug, your feet rising to your tip toes to meet his height. "Missed you a lot."

Warmth spreads through both of your bodies, a feeling of comfort and safety, like coming home. But then Neteyams hands squeeze your waist and your arms loosen up so he could step back to properly look at you.

"But don’t try and change the subject now", he sighed, giving your hips another squeeze before he retreated his hands entirely. Straightening his spine, a frown returns to his face, showing you that he was still irritated to have found you in such a position after being away for a whole week.

"H-He was just being nice, teyam", you try to explain, "He just complimented my lips, that’s all… It’s not like he said anything inappropriate."

"Oh he wasn’t?", he scoffed, amused because how would you even know what was inappropriate and what not. "And do you have any idea why he complimented your lips, of all things?"

Your confusion is palpable, almost tangible, as you grapple with the question at hand. It’s adorable, the way you pinch your eyebrows together, searching for an answer, while your lips purse.

"No", you then say with a sigh.

"They’re very pretty, just like the rest of you", Neteyam muses, reaching up to cup your face in both of his palms. His thumbs begin to draw gentle circles on your cheeks and you watch the way his eyes admire your lips, his tongue licking over his own before he continues, "But sometimes… sometimes men look at girls with pretty lips and imagine them elsewhere."

Neteyam can’t hide the way his tail lashes around in excitement behind his back as your eyes widened at his words.

"Like where?", you ask quietly.

"Wrapped around their cocks, for example", he told you softly, biting back a mischievous grin.

"Oh."

"Hmh", he hums with a soft laugh but his tone turns serious quickly. It’s hard not to let the jealousy speak out of him, when the sight of the man’s hands on you was still so clear in front of his minds eye. "Makes me wonder what he would’ve done if I hadn’t interrupted. Would you have done that to him?"

"No!", you shake your head with gasp, "No of course not!"

This earns you a tender kiss to your cheek, and another just barely brushing your lips. Neteyam relishes in the way you straighten up, trying to reach him, to make him kiss you again. You’re so close, yet he won’t kiss you properly and you huff out in frustration.

"But… you would do that to me, right?", Neteyam cooks his head to the side, grinning. "You would suck my cock, right peach? Because you love me."

The question seemingly takes you off guard. A delicate pink blush creeps up your cheeks as your mind tries to proceed what’s been said. Kind as he is, Neteyam allows you a moment to think about it. Knowing that would surely help you in making a decision, he inches closer to you and plants another kiss to your lips. It’s not as tender this time and he has to hold himself back in order to not just take a bite out of you.

He had really missed you. Spending a whole week without you was like torture to him, and now that he finally held you again, his mind was racing with thoughts of all the things he wanted to do to you. Things, he wanted you to do to him.

"C‘mon", he murmurs into your ear softly, his was voice low and almost seductive as he continues, "I’ve had my lips on your pretty little pussy so many times by now. I know you. And I know you’re curious. You want to, right?"

"O-Okay, yes", you whisper breathily and a wave of goosebumps prickle over his skin, as if he could feel the honesty in your words, "yes, I’m- I want to!"

You absently thought that your heart might beat out of your chest as you let Neteyam help you down to your knees at his feet.

Your breathing was unsteady, heat spreading from your collar down into your core as you looked up at him. For the moment he was silent, looking down at you with heat in his beautiful yellow eyes, lids at half-mast. His mouth was turned up into that smug, satisfied smirk as he threaded idle fingers through the hair at the side of your head. He didn’t tug or otherwise physically direct you to where he wanted.

Neteyam just watched you knowingly, tracing from your ear to the corner of your mouth with his left hand, thumb brushing your lips.

"Undress me", he then said, feeling a shiver run up his spine as he glanced deep into your eyes. There was still a spark of innocence in them, like a little star in the sky, reserved just for him to take and claim. To steal from the sky and keep it all to himself.

With trembling fingers and unsteady breath, you moved your hands around to untie his loincloth, a little clumsy as you tried once, twice, three times to get the knot to open. You heard him laugh a little as you finally succeeded on the third try, which choked off into a groan as you eagerly got a hand around his cock to tug him out.

"Easy, easy", Neteyam chuckled, "You really missed me, huh? So eager today."

You‘re all wide eyes as you kneel between his legs, with your cheeks flushed red. He could tell you were a little nervous by the way you bit your bottom lip, eyes flicking from his eyes down to his chest, settling on his cock that was just a few inches away from your face now.

"What… what should I do?", you ask curiously, licking your lips as you eye his cock. Neteyam wasn’t sure if it was intentional, but you scooted a little closer just then, your knees dragging over the soft mossy ground underneath them.

"Give me your hand", he said softly, waiting for you to place your hand in his before he guided them to his cock, closing your hand around his shaft. "Start like this, just how we do it sometimes."

Nodding, your mouth already begins to water as you give him an appreciative stroke, squeezing just as tight as you knew he enjoyed. You’ve done this before, you thought to yourself, trying to ease your nerves. He taught you how. You knew what he enjoyed.

"Keep your hands here", Neteyam continued to explain, guiding your hands down lower to the base of his cock, "You won’t get it fully in so use them for the part your mouth can’t reach."

"How do you know I can’t?" You all but whispered, glancing up at him with furrowed brows, genuinely curious to how he knew that. Neteyam however laughed a little at your facial expression, like you were offended and thought he would question your abilities.

"Oh my sweet peach, you’re adorable", he said, his free hand brushing through your hair and cradling the back of your head affectionately, "You won’t, trust me."

There’s a cute pout forming on your lips and Neteyam couldn’t help but inch closer to you, his hand still overlapping yours as you stroked his cock and then he gently ran the tip over your bottom lip. The mushroom-like head felt soft against your lips, the slit already leaking a small bead of pre-cum that now glossed your lips.

With a sharp grin, he then said, "Now, start with a kiss. Let me feel those pretty lips properly."

So you did. You kiss his tip softly, lips nestling against his shape just perfect– like you were made for this, and Neteyam huffed out a breath, nerves tingling like a live wire. Stay calm, he had to tell himself in order to not just hold your face still and fuck your throat raw. The impatience was killing him, he was so hard by now that he felt his own heartbeat throb between his thighs, yet he had to take it slow, advise you first. He didn’t want to be too selfish. He wanted this to be good for you too– had to, if he wanted you to do it again.

"That’s it, good girl", Neteyam whispered, watching with half lidded eyes as you kissed along his shaft. You were so concentrated on your task, it almost hurt him to move forward. He wanted you to shower his cock in sweet little kisses for hours on end, if it weren’t for the painful case of blue balls this treatment bought with it. "You‘ll have to wet it next, use your tongue."

You’re eager from the start. You part your lips, tongue sticking out to lick broad strokes along the length of Neteyams cock and instantly, a shudder runs through him. Your tongue is warm and wet and he loves the way your saliva coats his length after just a couple of kitten licks.

"You can put it in now, peach. Try and put as much of me inside your mouth as you can."

The second the warmth of your mouth envelopes his tip, followed by a couple of inches of his shaft, he sucks in a sharp breath.

"G-Good, so good", he breaths out, voice coming a little shaky, "Now suck on it. Gently."

There’s no hesitation and what you lacked in skill, you made up for in enthusiasm. Your mouth moves slowly over Neteyams cock and if it’s a little sloppy, that just seems to make it better. Your teeth graze against his cock a few times, but it doesn’t matter. It’s you doing it, and that’s easily the best part of all. And you’re trying so hard for him, it makes his heart swell inside his chest.

Neteyam has to lean back against the tree behind him, the bark scratching his skin a little but he’s entirely too focused on keeping his hips still and not jerking up into your inexperienced mouth. It feels so good, but it looks ever better. Your lips, soft and swollen red, are stretching wide around his cock, spit catching on your chin. But then your eyes flutter close as he sinks deeper into your mouth.

"No, no don’t close your eyes", Neteyam chuckles, "Look at me, peach. I want to see your pretty face."

Blinking away tears, you pry your watery eyes open and look up it him through your long lashes.

"There you are", he smiles fondly at you, laughing a little at the excited sway of your tail. His hand comes up to your head again, brushing through your hair to keep them together and out of the way in a makeshift ponytail. "Eywa, you’re so beautiful. I love you so much."

Your cheeks light up in a pretty pink at his praise and he watches how you continue just as eagerly. There’s already so much spit pooling in your mouth, spilling over your chin and dripping down your throat, but it makes it easier for you to suck and slurp around him.

"That’s it, peach. Just like that. Don’t forget to use your tongue."

The feeling of knowing you would do anything he says, follow every one of his orders is simply indescribable to him. Your tongue swirls around his tip when you pull back and stays glued to the underside of his cock when you move down. All the while, your hands stroke his base, your wrist curls and twists in the same motion he had taught you a while ago and it feels incredible.

Neteyams hips begin to stutter and then the very first tears spill over the soft of your cheeks as he feels your throat constrict around him. He tries to collect himself with steady breaths and not wanting to finish too soon, he gently pulls you off of him, giving you a moment to breathe too.

"Is it… am I doing okay?" You asks with a small voice, almost worried that he made you stop because you did something wrong.

"It’s perfect, peach. You are perfect."

"Really?" You asks excitedly, clearly surprised.

"Yes", he chuckles, stroking your hair tenderly, "Can you keep going or do you need a break? I‘m so close."

Like the perfect girl that he partly raised you to become, you quickly shake your head. Neteyam forces himself to keep his eyes open, watching as your enthusiastic tongue flicks over the head of his cock and then you take him back into your mouth. Your hand continues to move in a tight grip around his base and even though the rhythm is off, he couldn’t care less. You’re so eager, so willing to try new things with him, and that’s what pushes him closer to the edge.

You move your mouth down as far as you can, which really isn’t that far at all, and then you suck harder, dragging your lips and tongue slowly up the length of his cock, your hand following behind.

"F-Fuck, yes, that feels really good. You’re such a clever girl, learning so fast. I‘m so proud of you, making me feel s-so good", he groans, finally allowing his hips to move, fucking up into your hand and mouth. "Keep going, don’t stop. I‘m close, so close."

You seemed to preen at the praise, eagerly swallowing more of his cock and sucking him harder.

Neteyams knees buckle when you suddenly give a moan so dirty, he has to bite his tongue hard to keep himself from coming. He didn’t even know what you were moaning for. Maybe it just felt good for you too, maybe you were enjoying yourself simply because he was enjoying yourself, because his pleasure was ultimately connected yours. Whatever it was, but the vibration of your little moans around his cock made his toes curl into the moist soil underneath his feet. It just felt so good. But he didn’t want to tip over the edge just yet, he wanted to relish in that feeling for as long as he possibly could.

He loved this feeling, it was one of the best ones he’s ever had, washing away all jealousy from earlier like a wave crashing into the shore. The thrill of doing this in such a public place, barely hidden from other clan members, mixed with the euphoria of having you finally suck his cock, something he’s been fantasizing about for years– It was a high he wouldn’t forget so soon. Deep down in his chest, Neteyam wished that the guy from earlier was still around, hiding somewhere and watching you do this to him, seeing what he could never have.

Fuck, he made a mental note to get you flowers or make you a pretty bracelet or something, because your mouth was absolute heaven. He really was close, his whole body was tingling and he could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine. There was no way he could edge himself any longer.

"I‘m about to cum, peach", Neteyam managed to force out between heavy pants. You blinked up at him several times, as if to tell him to go ahead. "I want you to swallow. Can you do that for me? You’re gonna swallow my cum, yes?"

The way your throat instantly constricted around him elicited a small chuckle from him. He couldn't believe how eager to please his innocent little peach was, how it was really you, doing this to him. But by eywa did it feel good when you swallowed around him again, taking him just an inch deeper, and when he first heard your helpless little gag as his tip went too deep– he was done for.

With both hands fisting tight in your hair, he pulled you close and held your head right there, groaning deep with his eyes squeezing shut and his hips stuttering, he released thick spurts of cum onto your waiting tongue.

"T-There you go, fuuuck, fuck", Neteyam grunted, "good girl, swallow it all."

He could feel the way your tongue stayed glued to his cock, how you swallowed and swallowed, his warm cum running down your throat until you had to shove him off to be able to breathe again. Neteyam didn’t resist when you gently pushed him off, gasping for air as soon as his cock unblocked your airways.

He didn’t even wait for his own breathing to steady, to come down from his high before he crouched down to be eye level with you. His hand gently cups your chin, guiding you to look at him.

Your cheeks are strained with tears and blushed red, the cute tip of your nose more pinkish than usual and your lips are swollen and slicked with spit.

"Did– Did you like it, Teyam?", you ask carefully, your voice coming out a little hoarse, while Neteyam‘s thumb wiped away the remaining tears on your skin. Hearing your straining voice definitely made something stir inside of him. Something, that didn’t help getting his boner down even right after his climax.

"Did I like it?", Neteyam scoffed, watching the way your ears fold back in worry. With a mischievous grin he then gently pushes you backwards by your shoulders, until you lay flat on your back. A small yelp escapes your parted lips at the sudden change of position, your eyes looking up at him questioningly. But Neteyam’s hands expertly find the backside of your loincloth, pulling the strings open and sliding it down your thighs and over your legs before you can even ask him what he has was doing.

His eyes travel down on your body, slowly taking in every inch of you that he has missed so much. You watch how he licks his lips like a starved man staring at a five course meal when his eyes land on where he spreads your thighs and it sends your heart racing in anticipation.

"Let me show you just how much I liked it, peach."

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