Hours || Jjk

Ooh for the drabble requests: “How is my wife more badass than me?” “Welcome to fatherhood” or something like those? I found them on a random drabble list lol. With Tae please? Thank you!! 💜💜

A/N: while writing this with tae, i felt like the character i developed better suited jungkook so i ended up writing it with him instead. also i just did a drabble for tae as well, and i still managed to tie in both of your requests sooo i hope you don’t mind the change! 

drabble #3: fighting evil by moonlight, kicking ass at all times.

“Oh no. Oh no no no no no, this is not good, shit shit shit-“

“Baby,” Jungkook whispers urgently, “you’re either gonna give us away, or end up accidentally teaching Sunwoo another swear word if you don’t lower your voice.” His eyes flicker around quickly while his ears strain to pick up on any noises. He was really starting to regret buying a newer house when you two got married 2 years ago and almost wishes there were more creaky floorboards; he can’t hear a damn thing. All he can hear is the quiet rustle of tree branches brushing up against the side of the house from the slight breeze and not the damn hitmen snooping around the first floor of their home.

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the, “his secret mate.” part in your fic where she took the bullet from neteyam had me tearing up huhuhu can we get the detail of their intimacy in relationship before that war? not always to be nsfw, but fluff with full of lovesick moments aarghhwbd

You and Neteyam Mate In Secret (Slight-NSFW / Comfort)

Prologue of "You Take The Bullet"

CW: nsfw implied ( and a little described ), right after his second birth ( he is now a tribe-observed man, and part of the People ), you and Neteyam are so in love, kinda magical ngl, reminder that Utral Aymokriyä is the place Jake and Neytiri mated, Neteyam is a consent king

"You skxawng! Where are you taking me?" you laughed, Neteyam's hand in yours as he ran through the forest with you, his trademark smile plastered on his face.

"You'll see," he teased, jumping off a large tree root and landing on the mossy ground.

You did your best to keep up, jumping as well, but you landed off balance, and were about to fall.

Neteyam noticed this and quickly turned around, yanking you toward him so you landed in his chest, instead of the mud.

You sighed, pulling your face out of his pecs, and resting on it instead.

You were tired.

This man had made the both of you sprint from Hometree, all the way to....wherever here was.

Technically, the both of you weren't even supposed to be out right now.

Neteyam had just had his Second Birth, and was supposed to be spending it with the People.

But through the commotion, he managed to sneak the both of you out.

"I must show you something. Come!" his words echoed in your head.

If Neteyam wanted to sneak out, then it must be something incredibly important.

"Irayo," you panted, breathless as you took your quick break.

A dark tint of blue rested on his cheeks as he nodded, his hands instinctively going to rest on your hips.

"Kea tìkin," he assured, averting his eyes from you so you could not see his blush.

Noticing the slight purple-ish glow that was shining from behind him, you lifted your head, peeking over his shoulder and gasping at the sight.

Utral Aymokriyä.

"Oh, Neteyam!" you gasped, quickly breaking from the hug and walking over to the large tree.

It stood tall, and proud, like the might of thousands lay hiding in it's branches.

Despite being Omaticaya, you had never been to this place. Though you had constantly told Neteyam how you dreamed of doing so one day.

Out-stretching your arms, you walked toward the base of the tree, smiling as you allowed all of it’s tendrils to rake over you, softly.

Neteyam did the same, but not without letting his gaze linger on you.

He couldn't help but smile as he watched you experience the tree in wonder.

You were adorable.

The tree bathed you in purple light, accentuating your every feature.

Your beauty was a sight to behold, that was what caught his attention first. 

Your face was sculputure-like, ethereal.

Even if he were to stare at your face for hours, he wouldn’t be able to find a single thing wrong. 

You laughed, dancing with a tendril of the tree as if it were another person.

And your voice. It came out so smooth and silky, like his favorite song on repeat.

Sitting down on the ground, you rested your hands on the ground, shutting your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the beautiful energy the tree was emitting.

It wasn’t just your physical features, either.

It was the way you carried yourself, the way you were strong, and tough, yet soft and kind for your people and Pandora.

You had this man weak in the knees every time you crossed paths, and it was getting to the point where it was affecting his day-to-day life.

All he thought of was you. Eat, sleep, breathe, repeat. You.

You were a distraction, but a beautiful one. One that deserved to be protected by every ounce of his being.

"My mother took me here when I was no older than a baby," Neteyam started, walking over and sitting down next to you.

"She said this was a place for prayers to be heard. ....And sometimes answered."

He took his queue, making tsaheylu with a soft sigh, before turning back to you, who was watching him in peaceful, silent awe.

It made him blush.

You did the same, a soft gasp leaving you lips as you shut your eyes, the songs and chants of past peoples dancing through your ears, as clear as day.

When you opened your eyes again, Neteyam chuckled at your child-like expression, your mouth slightly gaped in wonder.

“I can hear them,” you nodded, eyes trained on the tendril you were bonded with.

Neteyam disconnected the bond, and looked up at the mighty tree, your gaze burning holes into his face.

"My mother told me that now I am truly one of the People, I can make my bow out of the wood of Hometree.....and choose a woman," he cheesed, the thought of you being his mate bringing a smile to his face.

But you did not think the same.

Oh. He has already chosen.

You expression fell, but you did your best to keep your smile happy.

"Who are you going to choose? We have many good women for a future Olo'eyktan," you tearfully recommended, a quiet gasp leaving you lips as a atokirina floated down to you, resting in your palms.

Neteyam snapped his head over to you, confused.

What in the world are you talking about?

"Eyati is a good hunter."

"I do not want Eyati," he quickly shut down, looking at you intently.

Lovingly.

"Oh," you nodded. He didn't want a huntress, then.

"Ilyena is a good dancer."

Neteyam internally facepalmed.

You were not understanding.

He thought he was being quite obvious with his admiration.

His frequent touches, talking of finding a woman, taking you to a spot where people literally go to mate.

You were the only one he wants. The only one he could ever want.

What else would he have to do to get that through your head?

Once the atokirina flew away, you returned your hand to the earth, where Neteyam smoothly interlocked his with yours.

"I do not think you are understanding. I have already chosen," he smiled, looking down at your conjoined hands.

"Oh," you sighed, averting your eyes from him. "Who is the lucky woman?"

Oh, for Eywa's sake.

He groaned, cupping your face in his hand and turning you to face him, where he roughly landed his lips on yours, practically knocking the wind out of you.

At first, you were shocked. All this talk of women, and now he was kissing you?

But you decided to let a good thing be.

You kissed back, matching his roughness as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

His hands immediately went to your waist, resting his hands on your hips as he pulled out from the kiss, staring at you like a lovesick fool.

And his heart seemed to pick up speed when he saw that you were looking at him the exact same way, a beautiful smile on your face.

It seems you liked it better when he showed, not told.

He would remember that for the future.

"(y/n), it is you. You are the woman I have chosen. I cannot think of anyone better to be at my side," he beamed, switching his gaze to the glowing tendrils around him, along with the many atrokirina that decided to make an arrival.

"Do you not see? Eywa has chosen us for each other."

You were on the verge of happy tears.

You had loved this man for so, so, so long, and so hard. And to hear that he has loved you with the same intensity, if not more, was something that warmed you from the inside out.

"I see you, my Neteyam," you smiled, cupping his face in your hands, resting your forehead on his.

"I see you, my love," he smiled back, giving your lips a peck.

It wasn't enough.

As he pulled back, you chased him, attaching your lips once more, throwing your arms over his shoulders.

He groaned, his hands softly caressing your hips as he kissed back with just as much fervor.

"My Neteyam," you sighed, trailing your kisses from his lips, down to his jawline.

He understood your quiet plea, shifting his position so he sat on his knees, before lifting you into his lap.

With this new angle, he peppered your chest with loving, heavy kisses, making you sigh once more.

You raked your hands through his hair, one sensually trailing down his braid and carefully holding up his kuru.

Using your other hand, you found yours, and were about you connect them when Neteyam stopped you.

"My love, are you sure? We do not have to do this if you are not ready," he asked, firmly.

Don't get him wrong. He wanted do to this more than anything in the world.

Having you in his arms, kissing him like this, was his greatest dream come true.

But just because it was his, did not mean it was yours.

And he wanted you to do this of your own volition.

"I am ready, Neteyam. I have always been ready," you assured, resting your forehead on his as you landed another heavy kiss on his lips.

With that, he nodded, and you made tsaheylu.

And the moan you two set loose surely reached the stars.

The feeling that enveloped the both of you was too much.

You could feel everything the other was feeling perfectly. Their heartbeat, their longing, their love.

Oh, the feeling of Neteyam's love was flooding your senses so much it was overwhelming.

Every piece of exposed skin he touched burned with fiery heat, but it felt so, so good.

You had no idea he loved you to this extent.

And as he lay you down on the mossy ground, him placing feather-light kisses across your exposed chest, the vision of children flashed through your head.

His vision.

They were your children, the kids running around the tent as the two of you lay in the corner, curled into each other.

Even in a moment so intimate, even as he entered you, his thoughts still traveled to something so wholesome and domestic.

It made you blush uncontrollably, and he sensed this.

"I....hnngh...see you, my (y/n). And there...fuck....is no one else I can see to be the mother of my children...shit...," he said huskily, peppering kisses on your shoulder with each thrust.

As tears welled in your eyes, you tightened your grip around his neck, another moan escaping you lips.

"I see you....ohhh!....my Neteyam," you sighed, bringing your hands to rest on his chest.

But for the first time, the both of you felt like that word didn't express enough.

Your love for each other expanded farther than just I see you, it was indescribable.

There was no Na'vi word for it.

But there was an English one.

One Jake had taught both of you, respectfully.

"I love you!" the two of you exclaimed in unison as you finished together, Neteyam making his final thrust.

And as you both lay on the ground, intertwined, coming down from your high, Neteyam said something that made you feel all the happiness in the world.

"I am with you now, (y/n)," he sighed, a tired smile on his face.

"We are mated for life."

launch | mark lee

word count: 25,916 (yikes)

genre: astronaut!au, 1960′s au, angst, fluff, some suggestive content but nothing too crazy, adventure, husband!au, father!au

warnings: death, near death experiences, a lot of crying, emotional baggage

author’s note: hi again!! so im back with a new fic!!i wanna start off by saying that this fic is not meant to belittle anyone’s accomplishments, even though it is based on real events this work is pure fiction, and should be taken as such. I hope you guys like this fic and i know its very long so if you get to the end just know that i love haha thank you!! also, its very possible that tublr will crash if this is opened n mobile so im sorry about that

synopsis: ever since he was a young boy, mark’s dream was to be the first man on the moon. along his journey to accomplish his dream, he finds there are many hardships would have to face in order to succesfully complete his mission and come back home to the love of his life.

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the element of freedom.

pairing: airbender!donghyuck x avatar!reader

genre: fluff, angst

word count: 8.2k (THIS WAS SO MUCH LONGER THAN I PLANNED IT TO BE)

author’s note: and last but definitely not least, hyuck’s chapter is finally here! this series was a bitch to write but i will definitely miss it now that’s it’s done 😔 thank you to everyone who read this mess and kept up with it even though it took me FOREVER to post sometimes - and for those of you just now seeing this, you can read all four fics here ;) 

You’ve never been more homesick than you are now. 

Travelling back and forth between the four nations has taken a toll on your body. The constant changes in weather make you feel like you always have a cold, you ache all over for no reason, and there is just so much walking. All you really want is to be home at the North Pole, coddled by your grandmother with a bowl of warm soup. 

You sigh as you hand a couple of coins to the fruit vendor you were buying from. He hands you the small bag of apples you purchased and you stuff it into your knapsack. Just how many months have you been living off solely bread and fruit? Hopefully, the Southern Air Temple will have some delicious food (but something tells you that monks are not keen on greasy, high-calorie cuisines). 

“Rough day?” The fruit vendor cocks an eyebrow. 

“Rough months,” you respond wryly. 

He winces. “Damn. Sorry to hear that.” 

“Tell me about it.” 

“Hey, who knows? Maybe something interesting’ll happen to you today,” he says, shrugging.

His words feel strangely prophetic, and you open your mouth to comment on it—but you’re interrupted by timing so surreal that it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up.

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I Heard a Rumor. jjk

Banner credits to the talented @introgfx

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut, college!au, campus crush!jk, mutual pining, friends to lovers

Summary: One slip of a finger, and you realize you’ve liked an Insta photo of college hotshot Jeon Jungkook…from two years ago. You manage to unlike it within seconds, except it’s too late — Damn Kim Namjoon and his lightning-fast eyes. Do not tell a soul, you hiss. The man merely smirks. Next thing you know, a rumor is spread throughout campus. Y/n likes Jungkook…and now he knows.

Rating: 18+ sexual content.

Warnings: spitting (y/n has a spitting kink don’t ask idk what i was thinking pls it’s not that bad), protected sex, fingering, making out, a little grinding, frat party, alcohol consumption, Namjoon is very unhelpful

Word Count: 8.1k

a/n ✑ ok this is very random. idk how and idk why but here it is.. i’ve had this idea for a while but may have written this whole thing only five minutes ago lol. i also edited the first few sentences and then was like.. hmm ok i done enough :) 

and also big thank you to Onyx @introlxv​ who made this banner so fast when i didn’t even write the fic yet 😭 thank you ily 💖 

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hi!! can i request a oneshot for lo’ak where instead of his brother being shot it was you trying to protect them. a good ending though please 😭 where you survive. thank you!

Genre: angst; fluff Warnings: mentions of bloods Words: 1,279

an: some you are evil with your requests, making me tear up while writing them! :/ But i really loved the idea! I made the reader Na’vi, hope that’s okay!

p.s - obviously I have no idea how to make a tourniquet, so please don’t judge my poor description haha

Hope you enjoy! x

Everything happened so fast. 

There was the sound of a gunshots, some screams and heavy steps, who seemed to be running way faster than you and the Sullys, especially since Spider was trying to keep up with your pace as well. You saw some water beneath you and without anyone sparing a single thought, you dived in, swimming between the bullets, who continued to be shot at you.

“It’s okay, we are safe now”, Lo’ak assured the rest of the group, when you finally got far enough from the ship to swim up to the surface. Spider was heavily panting behind his mask, while Neteyam scanned the horizon for potential enemies around you. You emerged a few seconds after them, your hands immediately clinging to Lo’ak shoulders. He instinctively gave them a reassuring squeeze, moving towards a nearby rock.

“Lo’ak...”, your voice came out weak, your body now completely laying on his back. Not wanting to waste any time, he just tightened your arms around his neck, continuing to swim away.

“Shh, it’s okay. We are okay now...”

“Lo’ak”, Neteyam gasped “she is bleeding.”

The younger Na’vi’s eyes widened at his brother words, looking down only to notice a pool of blood was forming around them. Worry started to boil in the pit of his stomach and his legs started paddling with a faster pace, determined to get you out of the water as soon as possible.

Lo’ak has felt real fear only a couple of times in his life. Having such a reckless nature, he usually relied on the belief that everything would fall into place and it is going to be fine. Now, however, no matter how hard he tried to convince his brain, he felt like there was no hope to grasp. By the amount of blood around him, he knew your wound was more than just a mere scratch.

“Y/N, breathe”, was the first thing he said taking your face in his hands. He looked down at the wound in your chest, breathing shakily. He knew he should put pressure on the wound, yet the thought of having your blood on his hands, left his hands trembling above your body.

“Lo’ak... Take me home...”, your tired voice pleaded,”...I want to die there.”

Noticing his brother’s distress, Neteyam quickly took over and pressed his palms on your chest. The blood continued flowing between his fingers, yet it seemed to drip in way slower pace.

“What happened here? Y/N?”, Jake said the moment he came out of the water, quickly rushing to his kids’ aid. He carefully lifted his son’s hands, only to see a bullet wound flowing with red liquid. He carefully turned your body, noticing there was also an exit wound.

“Oh, shit”, he muttered, putting you back down and putting pressure back on. He noticed your eyes started to close and your breathing started to become rigid, forcing Lo’ak to grasp your face, shaking it between his fingers.

“No, no, don’t close your eyes”, he pleaded, warm tears falling from his eyes directly on your cheeks. He kept shaking you, trying to keep you awake, but his attempts remained unsuccessful.  “Lo’ak!”, Jake yelled. “Neteyam, remove your brother from her.”

The older sibling quickly nodded, grabbing his brother underarms and dragging him away, despite his protests and the occasional kicks. The oldest Sully looked around noticing the peace of leather he used to hold to his skimwing. 

“Tsireya, see that piece of leather over there? Untie it and give it to me! Quick!”

Your eyes were already closed and your breathing looked almost nonexistent, yet Jake could feel your weak effort, which still kept your heart beating in a slow pace. Having the leather in front of him, he immediately started to wrap it around above the wound, hoping it would stop the bleeding. He heard the loud thud of Neytiri’s ikran behind him.

“We have to get her back to the village! Now!”

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The Na’vi has always believed that once you reunite with Ewya, you go back to the place you felt closest to your heart and your spirit rest in peace there.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself in your Marui. The sun was shining through and you could hear the Metkayina’s children laughing and splashing water outside. You tried to lift you arm to shield you eyes from the blinding light, but felt immediately restrained by a cloth, tightly wrapped around your torso and left shoulder. Sharp pain spread across the region and your hand fell back by your side. 

You were definitely not with Ewya, right now.

You heard quiet snoring noises coming from the end of the Marui and you tuned your head to find Lo’ak sleeping in a ball position on the ground. His eyelids seemed puffy and his usually neat braids looked frizzy, as if he was picking each one individually.

“He hasn’t left your side since our ritual ended”, Ronal’s voice sounded from the entrance, making your head turn. “This boy has strong feelings for you.”

With burning red ears and cheeks, you mumbled “Thank you” when she gave you a shell with water, ignoring her earlier observation. You tried to sit up, the tsahik rushing to help you, once she noticed you groan in pain. The noise, however, did not caught only her attention.

“Y/N, you are awake!”, Lo’ak quickly scrambled off the floor and rushed to your side, taking your unwrap hand in his and bringing it to his lips. Ronal took that as her sign to give you a moment of peace.

“I thought I lost you...I mean we thought we lost you”, he cleared his throat. “How are you feeling?”

You caressed the back of his hand with your thumb, looking down at your chest.

“I’ve been better”, you laughed, cutting your smile short after you felt your body aching from the sudden movement. Lo’ak got up from his knees, body moving to take a seat at the end of the bed, before he felt your hands tugging him towards you. Blushing he sat right next to you and you immediately moved your head towards his chest, finding a comfortable position for your arm and torso.

“The tsahik said you refused to leave my Marui...” you started, filling him tensing beneath you. 

“She has been closed for three days here, with you”, he mumbled, voice cracking at the end. “We all prayed to Ewya to bring you back, Ronal said that it was up to the All-Mother, considering how much blood you lost.”

You nodded your head, trying to put the pieces of past events in your head. The last thing you remembered was you getting shot in the process of shielding Lo’ak, Neteyam and Spider, jumping into the water and after that... Nothing. You had no idea of what happened, despite having a distant memory of the younger Sully screaming your name, while shaking your body.

“I am sorry, Y/N, if it wasn’t for me...”, you brought your finger to his lips, shushing him.

“It’s not your fault. It’s no one's fault, but the sky people, who came to our home seeking destruction”, you assured him, looking up so you can see his eyes. “You saved my life.”

“That’s not true, it was the tsahik that...”

“She brought me back to life, yes”,  you interrupted him, “but you brought me to the shore. If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been laying at the ocean bottom right now.”

You cupped his cheek, before closing the distance between you and laying a gentle kiss on his lips.  “Thank you, Ewya”, you both thought at the same time, melting into each other’s embrace.

work out for me | kth. (m)

banner by my lovely @kithtaehyung​

➵ summary : interrupting your boyfriend’s workout session was either the best mistake you made, or the worst.. especially for your legs.

➵ pairing : taehyung x reader

➵ genre : established relationship!au, boyfriend!tae, workout!tae, pwp, filthy smut, maybe fluff if you squint real hard

➵ rating : 18+

➵ word count : 6.6k

➵ warnings : swearing, thigh-riding, obedience/power play, pussy playing, cum tasting, finger sucking, katoptronphilia (getting nasty in front of a mirror), slight exhibitionism, big dick!tae, reverse cowgirl, chocking, breath play, breast fondling, begging, loads of dirty talk, unprotected sex (wrap it up loves), semi-public (?) sex (they’re still alone), penetrative sex, against a mirror sex, rough sex, biting, scratching, praising, crying, one brief use of daddy, creampie, light squirting, restraint, a pussy slap :D (honestly tae’s a whole demon in this)

➵ a/n : so i think everyone remembers the meltdown i had on my blog over tae’s vlog fucking working out so here’s a manifestation of my filthiest dreams ✨ special thank you to my beta-reader @nightapple4jk !! dedicated to my boo @hantaev​ 💓 enjoy lovelies :)

➵ song : “work out” by j. cole

God, you took your time with this one. He’s one of your favourites, isn’t he? It would surely explain the paradox that is how an ethereal man like Taehyung exists.

And please, do provide an explanation. Provide an explanation for how you could’ve crafted him a gorgeous face with perfectly chiseled features, given him a dualistic personality that was the optimal balance of sugar, spice and everything nice. Please provide an explanation for how you could’ve given him the sweet smile of an angel but the fucking capabilities of a demon.

And please, please supply the one explanation you needed most in this cruel world, which was how you could’ve possibly allowed a man like Taehyung to start working out.

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scattered stars: collision | jjk (m)

Summary: “I’ve never in my life known anyone who I could spend all my time with and still miss them while they’re right here.”

No matter how many years pass between you and Jungkook - you will never cherish and worship each other less than you did on day one.

pairing: Jungkook x female reader

rating: 18+

genre: established relationship, soulmate/fantasy!au; fluff, smuuuut

warnings: soft dom!jungkook, teasing, fingering, oral (f. & m.), marking/biting, a little body worship, multiple orgasms, handjob, temperature play, finger sucking, ass grabbing, breast play, some pet names, riding, some cockwarming, rough sex, unprotected sex (pls don’t do it!!), jk and y/n simp so hard for each other smh, one two little surprises at the end - so read carefully hehuhahi

word count: 5k

a/n: sooo, i really love this couple and wanted to explore their future relationship further! which is how this little sequel was born! another big thank you to @dee-ehn​​ for this breathtaking banner and @voiceswithoutlips​​ & @missgeniality​​ for beta’ing the fic <3 !! and now, without further ado, enjoy!!

[!] NOTE: again, this is a sequel to my fic scattered stars! reading the first part is advisable, but i tried to keep it in a way that you can read this as a stand-alone fic, too!

MASTERLIST | WIPs

“I’m telling you, Y/N.”

An exhausted sigh left your chest as you heard him complain for the umpteenth time in the past forty minutes. The night had been tiring, stretching endlessly when Jungkook and you had gone hunting today, lured into the woods by a cry for help while you’d only wanted to read a book in the comfort of your four walls. Turned out, it had been a false call, someone confusing polar lights for soul-sucking spirits - and it was safe to say that your boyfriend was fuming.

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Fangs

Pairing:Neteyam x Na'vi!reader

Warnings:none but ig it can be slightly suggestive in the end but thats it rlly

Tbh i just love how they have fangs. Sorry if it has many error, its fr 2 am rn so ill edit it later.

Their like 18 in this soo

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After sneaking out successfully, you and Neteyam ran to your secret spot with you sitting on Neteyam lap, straddling his hip as you caressed his face. Neteyam leaned in your hand, purring lowly as he felt you hand massage his scalp lightly.

You observed Neteyam peaceful expression, eyes lingering on his lip before you lowered your head to give him a quick peck, to which he eagerly responded to, chasing your lips the moment it left his causing you to giggle.

"What's so funny." He huffed, pouting as he leaned in to kiss you only for your hand to cover his lips. "Hey, stop that," He said, voice slightly muffled under you're hand, and with a few seconds of you not letting go, he opened his mouth to lightly bite your hand.

"Hey!" You yelled, snatching youre hand the moment you felt his fang dig into your skin, with Neteyam just staring at you with a smug smile.

"You deserved it."

You let out a sound of disapproval before tracing the luminescent freckles on his face, to which made him close his eyes as he felt your fingers hover over his lips.

"Nete."

A hum was heard in the air at the sound of his name, ears twitching to your direction slightly.

"Open your mouth."

His eyes opened as he looked at you funny.

"Why?"

"Just because. Pleasee Nete."

He pondered for a few seconds before sighing as he opened his mouth slowly, to which you leaned forward, tail swaying behind you showing your sudden interest in his mouth.

Neteyam watched you closely as you brought your finger to touch his fang . He felt you push your finger against the bone slightly before going down to press it against his tongue, which he stuck out for you as you put more pressure on the wet muscle.

You finally looked up at his eyes, the corner of your mouth quirking up at the half-lidded gaze he was giving you.

"You wanna see somthing cool?" You questioned him, to which he nodded.

Neteyam eyes widen as he look into your mouth.

On your tounge, a metal ball was seen sitting in the middle of it.

"You like it?" You asked, as Neteyam just stared into your mouth focused on the piercing.

"Y-yeah. Hell yeah," He said, before grabbing your hips lightly as he brought you as close as he can to his chest. "That's so hot."

You laughed at his daze expression before leaning into him, this time actually kissing him as you opened your mouth slightly to let his tounge clash with your own.

Neteyam groaned at the feeling of the cold metal touching his tounge, pushing his mouth harder into your causing your teeth to clash as he held your face in his hands. Your hands ran through his hair, before tugging his head back, making him let out a slight whine.

You wiped your lips against the back of your hands as saliva was slowly falling down due to the messing kissing.

"Did that piercing turn you on or something." You teased, watching him roll his eyes at your comment. "Your so eager tonight."

"Quiet," Neteyam hands slid down you waist, rubbing soothing circles on it. "Lets not forget your sudden interest in my fangs."

"Shut up Nete."