Sin: Just a clingy needy Neteyam who really wants to cuddle with you.
Warn: I think, everyone is aged up, "come here, babe...", "I love you so fucking bad, baby...", wc: 0.7k
"You're distracted," you said bluntly when you noticed that Neteyam was too often distracted from sharpening his knife while you wrapped the stuffing in large leaves. He constantly stopped, looked at you, looked at how your hands were moving, working gently and deftly, how you bit your lower lip, thoughtfully folding the sheet into the right shape, how diligently and lovingly you did it. Periodically, he continued to run a stone along the iron blade, making an unpleasant rasp, but quickly forgot about his occupation, continuing to watch you.
"When you're around, I'll always be distracted," Neteyam replied, trying to smile coquettishly and put his knife aside. He realized that he was irrevocably caught shamelessly examining his yawne, and decided that he was tired of giving the appearance of being busy, so he just lay on his side on the carpet, propping his head on his hand to make it easier to look at you. Lying down next to you, Neteyam ran his palm over your back, gently and gently, just so... he just wanted to touch you. To feel you. A silly smile appeared on his face, which he couldn't explain at all. He was just happy when you were with him.
"Do you know that you're absolutely terrible at flirting?"
Turning your head in his direction, you asked, smiling a little. He was lying next to you, so relaxed and calm, so homely and warm. His slightly rough but warm palm sent only the same warm soft waves over the body, moving further to the waist, on which he shifted his hand.
"Mmm, yes," Neteyam mumbled and then answered, laughing softly. He didn't let go of your body, just gently stroking your skin. When he saw that you were rolling up the last envelope, he tightened his grip a little. "C'mere, babe," Neteyam stretched out in a slightly plaintive voice, pulling your hand towards yourself so that you would lean your body back and lie down next to him.
You rolled your eyes, but after bandaging the sheet, you gave up, and under the pressure of his hand, you lowered your back to the carpet, lying down right next to him, face to face, mirroring his pose. Neteyam immediately put his hand on your waist and just began to run it along your side, gently and gently, just stroking you.
"What happened to you?" you asked with a slight smile, putting your palm on top of his hand, gently stroking his fingers with your thumb.
"Everything is fine," Neteyam replied, nodding his head, extremely pleased with your touch. "It's just... the mood is like this. I just want to..." he stammered as he took his hand from under his head and held it out to you, "my sevin babe is next to me." Neteyam replied and picked you up with his other hand from below to pull you to him and lay you on top of him to hug you tightly, pull you to his chest, wrap his two arms around you as it seemed to him, his body was fragile at that moment.
You laughed softly when you were on top of him, pressed against his warm torso. Lying down a little more comfortably, you put your hand on his shoulder, placing your head next to his head, leaning your nose into his cheek. The same silly, loving smile blossomed on your lips as his arms wrapped around your body, completely wrapping around it. Neteyam pressed his head against yours, just absorbing all of you, every inch of your body touching his. He just wanted to hug you, hold you next to you, enjoy the silence with you by his side.
"Someone wants some cuddle today," you sang a little teasingly and laughed softly, feeling Neteyam squeeze your skin a little in response, but he didn't say anything. You just closed your eyes and kissed him gently on the cheek, so tenderly and lovingly that he just ... he hadn't felt so good in a long time, warm and safe, next to his mate, surrounded by love, which, as it seemed to him, was in the air, in the ground, in themselves.
Neteyam's hand slowly slid up your back. He would like to stay like this for almost forever, as long as you were there in his arms. Neteyam held you tightly, as if you might run away or he might lose you. "You know that I love you very much..." you murmured softly, burying your forehead in his temple, gently running the tip of your nose along his cheek, through these touches really conveying all your love to him.
"I see you, ma babeyawne... I love you so fucking bad..." Neteyam replied in the same quiet voice, pressing you even closer to him, burying his face in your curve between shoulder and neck, gently kissing that place.
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.ᐟ.ᐟ Warnings: MDNI, 18+ explicit, oral (f receiving), smut w/o plot. All involved characters are adults.
w.c 500
Telling me he doesn’t come back from one of those RDA raids, bone tired. He’s sweaty, a lil dusty, got some scratches that are definitely still bleeding.
Telling me he doesn’t kneel down the moment he sees you. And you’re trying to be all sweet and cute.
“How are you feeling, Nete? Let me clean you up.”
stfu. he doesn’t care abt that rn. spread your legs.
“You’re so pretty, yawne. You’re so…” he swallows thickly as he stares at your pretty pussy.
He’s rock hard just thinking about that saccharine taste. He opens his mouth, showing his pretty pink tongue and he sticks it out, letting a fat glob of spit fall onto your puffy clit. He watches you the entire time, watching how you squirm as his warm saliva coats your entrance. His gorgeous gold eyes low lidded as he lowers himself to eye level with his favorite meal
Thinking about how he presses your legs to your chest and spreads you out so nicely. How you’re not even wet yet and he just groans all pathetic like and dives in.
He loves to suck on your clit. He loves how delicate it feels in his mouth and how you make just the sweetest sounds when his tongue is doing its worst.
He pants into your thighs because if he doesn’t take even the smallest break, he’s gonna end up cumming. You smell the battlefield on him but he? Couldn’t care less. He eats you out like it’s the only thing that keeps him sane.
And don’t try to move him, either. Thinking how he’d pinch your thigh, talking about some,
“Don’t. C'mon baby, you know I need this.”
You try and push him away for just a second because lord it’s only been a minute and you’re about to cum already.
He doesn’t give a fuck. He sucks and swirls his tongue, prodding your sweet entrance. He’s groaning and crying against your pussy, babbling about some stupid shit like
“Needed this so bad, yawne.”
He starts squeezing your thighs as you tilt your head back, giving into those sweet cries that tell him he’s doing good.
“You taste so good. So, so good.”
He starts thanking Eywa for making you, that’s how down bad he is.
“Eywa knows I don’t deserve this,” He says, but don’t try to stop him.
Shit, he’s rutting into the ground now. His poor neglected cock is leaking like a broken spout. But he won’t touch himself. He just eats like he’s starved, coating his pretty nose and his pretty mouth in your shiny slick.
You’re so close now, and when you tell him so he just smiles against your wet cunt. The noises you make are ungodly to a level you didn’t know possible.
He’s slurping away, licking his lips like he eats the juicy flesh of a spartan fruit. Eywa, you could cum from the sight alone.
“Nete, that’s too much…” You’d cry.
“Are you trying to starve me, sevin?”
I’m serious. Don’t try to stop him. He finds nothing but relief in between your legs, even after he cums from absolutely nothing against his weeping dick. He’s crying against your cunt as he eats and eats, sucking and slurping, licking and biting. Even after you’ve cum twice, he can’t stop. You’re just so soft and sweet and so, so warm.
a/n: just a little something to get the blog going. not the first avatar fic i've written, just the first that i've actually completed. also first time writing on tumblr so sorry if the format isn't good.
Neteyam sighed for the umpteenth time. He dragged a hand over his face with a tired frustration of a man who has lived through the same ridiculousness over and over again.
Once again, someone had stolen his wife.
He had left you sitting in the center of your shared kelku briefly, only to return to empty space and still air.
Without a second thought he marched through the worn pathway that he had followed too often for his liking in a single week. Each step betrayed the frustration that sat heavy on his bones but came to a stop when he reached his destination.
There, on the floor of his family's kelku, sat you and Lo'ak dipping freshly carved beads into dye and laying them out to dry.
Neteyam's shadow fell over the workspace.
"Really?"
You looked up and gave him a wry smile. A half apology and a half 'what did you expect'.
Lo'ak didn't twitch, just simply kept his focus on the task in front of him. Neteyam's mouth tightened into a thin line; one that said he was trying very hard to hold himself back. His anger filled the room with a thickness that made your movements slow but Lo'ak simply ignored it, the calm air around him repelling the daggers that were shot his way. Your eyes darted back and forth as you sat in the middle of the familiar dance between temperaments that you have been a spectator to for many years.
The silence lasted seconds that felt like days and nights coming and going. Eventually Lo'ak turned his gaze, finally looking away from the bead between his fingers and onto his brother who was wound so tightly he looked like he would snap in half.
"You mind?" Lo'ak said "you're blocking our light"
You pursed your lips as Neteyam grit his teeth. You turned away in an attempt to hide the subtle shake of your shoulders. Neteyam noticed anyway. He turned his ire onto you.
"This is funny to you?" His eyes narrowed. You looked down with a poorly hidden smile. "All i ask is for one—one day with my mate by my side, completely. One day without her being taken from me. And here you are, laughing at my misery" he leveled you with a stern look
"Dramatic much.." Lo'ak muttered, now grinding roots for more dye.
Neteyam snapped his head towards him.
"You" he pointed like a teacher scolding a rowdy child "Go.Away. Go back to the reef and leave her alone"
"Neteyam" you tried, but he ignored you.
"You're so possessive bro" Lo'ak raised a judging brow "No wonder she keeps running away"
"She is not running away, skxawng. She is just too nice to say no"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night"
Neteyam opened his mouth to retort but you stepped in "Ma 'teyam, do not be so mad. Lo'ak just needed help for today. You will have me tomorrow"
He scoffed "You say that now but tomorrow, if it's not this idiot, then it's someone else snatching you up"
"That's not true"
"Yesterday it was Tuk wanting to play by the river"
"Tuk is a child"
"The day before it was Kiri making you help grind herbs in the healers tent"
"Everyone else was busy"
"The day before that, it was my mother forcing you to bead a new curtain"
"I offered"
"Y/n "
"Neteyam"
Neteyam closed his eyes and took a deep, steadying breath. He felt like he was on the cusp of combusting into flames. The heat that swelled in his chest was suffocating.
"What’s all this?"
Neteyam jumped slightly at the hand now resting on his shoulder.
"I'm helping Lo'ak dye beads to carry back for Tsireya" you answered, happy for the change in conversation.
Jake hummed, eyes raking over the carefully lined beads that air dried. He crouched down to inspect it closer. "Looks good"
"Great, dad can help you now. Come (Y/n)" Neteyam beckoned, already half turned for you to follow.
At the questioning look on Jake's face Lo'ak supplied "He's just pissy she wants to hang out with me and not him"
"You—!"
"Y/n!" Tuk came rushing in, bypassing Neteyam completely and hopping right to the space next to you
"Tuk tuk!" You cooed, squishing her cheek against yours
She giggled "Y/n, we have to go to the river! Now! Spider said he saw viperwolf pups nearby and I want to see them" she yanked at your arm, try to lift you from the ground.
"Hey!" Lo'ak's brows furrowed "She can't. She's helping me with something"
Tuk stuck her tongue out at him.
"Hey (Y/n)" Kiri waltzed in "Can you come with me to the mountains? Mo'at needs dapophet pods"
"No! Y/n's coming with me!" Tuk's ears flattened.
"What? No way, she's already busy. Go by yourself" Lo'ak grumbled
"Umm.." Jake mumbled sheepishly "I actually needed her help to string some bows.." they all turned to him ".. your mother's busy and (Y/n)'s good at it"
"You've got to be kidding me"
"You can't be serious right now"
"All of you suck"
Everyone devolved into chaos. Voices climbed and teeth were bared. You sat there stunned by the whole ordeal, not knowing who to comfort and who to scold. Truthfully you didn't mind helping them all but knowing them, everything was a competition to be won and a tie would make them moan and groan, so you just kept silent. You forgot about Neteyam's presence until he made himself known again.
"That's it, I've had enough!" With lighting speed, Neteyam lifted you up and tossed you over his shoulder like a woven sack. You gasped, instinctively wiggling to escape his hold but it was no use, his grip was too strong. The rest of the family protested as he left without a word.
You hung uselessly as he stalked back to your kelku.
"You are not leaving my side ever again" he huffed.
You sighed, accepting your fate.
Lo'ak was right, he is dramatic.
not too proud of this, but i wrote and thought might aswell post it.
a/n: i've got tons of stuff in the works just fyi. it'll probaly just take forever for me to finish them and be actually satisfied enough to post.
content warning: na’vi!mate!reader. (gn) the fluffiest fluff to ever fluff. mention of their first time (one sentence) excessive use of the exclamation mark (!) the translations are at the end. let me know if i missed anything <3
word count: 1.6k ^^
author’s note: and if i tell you this was supposed to come out yesterday? tumblr decided to act up and it wouldn’t let me edit the damn draft :( good thing is it’s finally here, i hope you’ll enjoy it because i do like this one better than my previous neteyam post :) as always, constructive criticism is welcomed and english is my third language so i apologize for any mistake. expect more avatar fics!! this is only the beginning hehe also let’s not let the fandom die yeah? it can’t only be active for a few weeks after a movie releases! OH!! and please someone tell me whose fan art that is, PLEASE i saw it on pinterest and the comments were off 😭
divider by @uzmacchiato
the sully marui is sunk in silence with the exception of lo’ak’s snores. with all the care you can, tiptoeing and mastering the grace of a windtrader, you reach neteyam, sleeping peacefully on his side, hand tightened around his knife, ready to strike.
gently, you let your weight rest next to him. and neteyam, always the light sleeper, has his eyes on you the moment his body registers the change, ears fluttering. but the hand doesn’t attack, it doesn’t move, no. not when it’s your scent flooding the space. security.
“sweetheart? what’s wrong? are you in pain?” his hands run through your body in search of something to heal, to fix, until they reach your cheeks. “i’m fine, nete. don’t worry.” “did you have a bad dream?” you shake your head and place your fingers over his, melted by his intense caring nature. “i promise. can we cuddle?” there is no need for such a thing like convincing, he’s already shifting to embrace you.
“there’s something else.” besides a yearn for cuddles, he means. your mate knows you even better than he knows himself. you’re his other half, after all. the connection you share is not a simple romantic bond. it goes further beyond. it’s divine, sacred, spiritual, fated. there are truly no words to do it justice.
he kisses your head in a reassuring way -open, supportive, listening. “im here, yawntu. always.” your goal has not been forgotten, only left aside under the sudden shyness, but you push through.
“can we make tsaheylu?” the vulnerable request catches him off guard, but it’s not a bad surprise. he lets out a deep breath in relief it’s not something bad and his ears flicker agitatedly in such a way they almost distract you from the purple-ish blush tainting his cheeks, and neck, and most of his body, really.
“baby…” the pet name sparks that giddy feeling on your stomach, very sound advice from his dad. “of course we can. anytime. anytime you need it, please.” his hand stays on you while the other is already grabbing his tail and bringing it close, his queue’s braid letting itself be seen in an instant, ready. more than ready. expecting, craving.
you do the same with yours and before you know it, the fibers are tangling around, desperate.
the sealed bond hits you both with an explosion of overwhelming emotion that takes through your bodies until reaching your souls.
images and sounds surround you almost too quickly to process. but you bask in the warmth and safety of it.
˚ ⟡ a grounding hand on your lower back ⟡ ˚,
ꕤ ‘i see you’ ꕤ ,
☼ the wind on your face combined with his arms around your waist and his boyish chuckles on your ear ☼ ,
𓋜 his skilled fingers on your braids 𓋜 ,
❀ ‘got something pretty for you’ ❀ ,
𓇢𓆸 the sacred tree 𓇢𓆸 ,
ఌ the ceremonial clothing hugging your body ఌ ,
༘ ‘made you something’ ༘ ,
𖤐 strong arms holding you at night 𖤐 ,
𖠗 loving caresses on your skin 𖠗 ,
ᡣ𐭩 ‘you have me forever’ ᡣ𐭩 ,
𖦹 tails nuzzling the other 𖦹 ,
୨୧ adoring kisses all over your flesh ୨୧ ,
⊹ harvest brought only to you from his hunts ⊹,
ᜊ your very first time together….. ᜊ
the turmoil focuses on you two, as kids. playing together. swimming together. practicing together. simply existing. together.
a very specific memory takes the spotlight invading all you are.
my name echoes around the forest while i place the last fruit on my basket. turning around i’m met with my best friend ever. neteyam sully. he’s the son of the olo’eyktan and he’s super cool! everyone says he’ll be the mightiest warrior of our clan in a couple years. and…. he’s my bestest friend!
“look what i caught!” he screams excitedly while wiggling the fish on his hand. my mouth opens as i let a gasp in total awe. eywa!! “woooow! yami! it’s so big!!” at my words, his face lights up and his chest -still heaving a bit from the quick run- puffs out. “it is! i just caught it, by the lake, with my father.” i take a few steps closer to examine the fish, it is truly a feat. he’s so amazing… “i-i have not seen any other kid hunt something yet, this is awesome. ….you are awesome nete.” “it is nothing. i just….” his fingers toy lightly with his songcord. “a lot of practice. and aim. the fish is not that huge…” he’s trying to be humble, as usual. i can’t let him.
“it is huge! enormous! gigantic! it’s almost like Toruk!” i cheer with animated giggles and he looks at me with- oh!! he’s doing that again. the colors thing! it’s super cute. i love it when he does it because he resembles the tree of souls. purple and shiny. hehe.
“well… i’m happy you think so because i actually brought it for you…” i- i am so shocked that i don’t know what to say. my heartbeat starts getting too fast and i feel my face set on fire. the silence goes on while i try to find an answer until my tail decides to speak for me and whips the floor loudly. great, how embarrassing!! “i mean, you don’t have to accept it if you don’t want to, it’s an ugly fish anyway…” “it’s perfect!” oh thank the great mother i do remember how to speak. “it’s just, it’s yours…and the very first…what about the clan?” neteyam shakes his head intensely, making his braids wiggle and clatter at the beads. “it’s okay. i want you to have it.” his tiny hands shove the fish towards me for approval. “it’s for you. i like hunting for you.” that statement stirs something inside of me. i really like how it sounds. him hunting for me… “and… i… don’t care about the clan.” the audacity of such words should have me rejecting the offer immediately, but as much as that part of me knows this is not the right thing, i can’t deny the other is dying of excitement and flattery to have it be mine. “thank you so much, nete. it’s the greatest honor ever. i’ll live up to the expectation and take great care of it!” his head tilts and a small smile appears on his face. “it’s for you to eat.” ohhh. “eat? i can’t! it’s your achievement. wait, we have to show everyone!!” i yank his arm and start running towards the village, fruit basket forgotten.
the morning goes by full of compliments and praise. “you did well, champ. you brought the pretty fish to your friend, huh, son?” says jake, grinning, though i get the feeling he’s hiding something in his smile… “look at you. you’re happy. my sweet son.” neytiri cups his face and smiles at me too. i like it when they’re nice to me. i have always felt some sort of need for their blessing, i don’t know why. “your little hunter did great, didn’t he?” my dad approves, and i think neteyam also seeks his acceptance because his shoulders relax significantly. “he did, you have a very special boy bringing you gifts.” my mum hugs me, i don’t know what i’m missing, they’re all very joyful, it’s like they know something we don’t.
after the celebration over neteyam’s perfect skill, i hear jake mutter “best first hunt i’ve ever seen. and not just ‘cause of that fish.” i wonder what he means, and neytiri notices. “you have his heart. he has given it to you.” she places her hands over my chest. but i already knew that. neteyam is the best friend ever. and i thank the great mother for giving him to me every day. in fact, i feel so much gratitude i go back to him and smooch his cheek before he can say anything. “irayo, neteyam. i’ll never forget today.” i pull back and when i look at him i realize if he keeps doing the colors things with this intensity he’s going to end up looking like a terapteron. he’s almost there already.
the memory fades but the emotion doesn’t. it only gets stronger. you look at your beautiful mate, and find yourself in your young self -totally speechless. but there’s one thing. one thing that always fits. “i love you.” you see his eyes water but his arms pull you in before you can take a longer look at them. still, you know they’re not out of sadness. never with you by his side. “ma muntxa…. gods. i- i do not know how to convey all i feel. thank you. for being in my life. since we were kids, i have found myself enamored by you. and i don’t understand how you gave me a chance with how big of a skxawng i was…” “you were the definition of adorable.” your tail throbs, still tangled around his with no intention of letting go. “i tried to impress you…. every damn day.” “i was. i still am. my mighty warrior… so proud of you, since day one.” you pull back and finally get a proper look at him. he’s so breathtaking. a chuckle escapes you when you mull over the way your story started. “your first hunt. it was a massive declaration.” he nods and smirks. “yet everyone could tell except for you. the object of my declaration and all my love.” you playfully hiss at him. “yah! you were just as clueless! even more. you weren’t even aware of the weight of the declaration you were making.” he looks away.
guilty. as. charged.
“you’re right, ma yawntu. right as always.” “that’s what i like to hear.” you thread your fingers through his braids. “thank you for making tsaheylu with me.” “dont thank me. it is my pleasure. it makes you happy. and i love it too. i love reminiscing over our past. hope our future will be just as perfect.” he finishes with a soft kiss to your lips, tails throbbing together with glee.
reminder: reblogs, likes and comments are extremely appreciated and keep me motivated. ty! 🩵
hihi! would you be able to write something along the lines of Neteyam massaging you after you’ve had a long day, but once it leads up to something freakier, someone almost catches you two and he ends up finding a way to hide it or something like that because he’s so obsessed with having sex with you with all the oil he’s put on your body?? sorry if it’s a lil out of pocket lol, love you work!! 🥹💞
❀࿔: relax
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ aged up! neteyam x fem! omatikaya! reader
summary: neteyam helps you out after a long day by massaging you, but it gets freaky 😂✌️
warnings: lower caps, smut, p in v, riding dih, fingering, tit sucking, slight nipple play, usage of oil, body massage, almost getting caught
word count: 2.4k
author's note: NEVER apologize for being out of pocket queen 😈😈 i love this idea and i hope you like it 💗
you were currently in your kelku after a long day, exhaustion taking over your body. you hear the door flap to the kelku rustle behind you.
netetam enters, his eyes adjusting to the dim light. he sees you sitting there, looking tired but still as beautiful as ever. he gives you a small smile and sits down next to you. “hey.” he says softly, not wanting to disturb you too much. “long day?”
“mhm…” you nod lazily.
he nods understandingly, reaching out to gently massage your shoulders. his strong hands work out the knots and tension, trying to help you relax. “here, let me help with that.” he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. “you work too hard sometimes.”
you let out a soft hum as he starts to massage you, his touch instantly bringing you relief.
his thumbs press into the knot at the base of your neck, feeling it give under his touch. you lean back against him instinctively, and he lets out a soft chuckle, leaning down to nuzzle against your head. “mm, that's it.” he murmurs against your ear. “just relax...”
he suddenly gets up, and you watch him with curious eyes. “where are you going?”
he pauses mid-motion, looking back at you over his shoulder. “just grabbing something.” he replies with a small smile. he walks over to where his belongings are kept and rummages through them for a moment before pulling out a small pouch.
he settles back behind you again, opening the pouch in his lap. you hear the soft sound of something being poured into his hands. “close your eyes.” he instructs gently.
you do, closing your eyes and trusting him with whatever he had planned.
his hands come back to your shoulders, now warm and slick with a fragrant oil.
he starts to massage it in, his strong fingers working it into your skin. the scent is calming and soothing, filling the air around you. his touch is gentle but firm, relaxing your muscles and easing your fatigue. the oil leaves a faint, pleasant scent in the air, something sweet and earthy. “breathe… this should help you.”
the scent of the oil soothes you and makes his skilled hands slide smoothly across your body. you begin to let out soft moans.
his hands pause for a moment at the sound, his own heartbeat quickening slightly. then he resumes the massage, his touch possibly becoming just a bit more gentle and careful. “you like that?” he asks softly, his thumb brushing over a particularly tense spot.
“you know i do… keep going.”
a small smile tugs at the corners of his mouth at your words. he leans down to press a gentle kiss to your shoulder before continuing the massage, his hands working their way down your back. as he reaches the small of your back, he carefully lifts you forward, so he can access your lower back as well.
as his hands move lower, the massage becomes more intimate. he spreads the oil on your lower back, then slowly works his way down to your hips. his touch is soft but purposeful, ensuring every knot is worked out. as he reaches the top of your thighs, he pauses, looking at you.
you turn your head around to look at him, his face inches from yours.
his eyes soften as he meets your gaze. “may i...?” he asks softly, his hands hovering over your thighs. the implication is clear— he wants to continue the massage below your waist. his tail curls around your ankle possessively, giving a soft squeeze.
you drag your lip in between your teeth and nod. “mhm…”
a low rumble of satisfaction escapes him at your nod. his hands slide down your thighs, spreading the oil as he goes. he gently parts your legs, settling himself between them. his touch becomes even more intimate as he starts to massage your inner thighs, his fingers dangerously close to your most sensitive areas.
you lean your head back against his shoulder and moan softly, slick pooling in your loincloth from his intimate touches.
his nostrils flare as he catches the scent of your arousal, his own body responding immediately. his tail wraps tighter around your ankle, pulling your legs further apart as he continues to massage your inner thighs. his fingers brush against your core through the cloth, eliciting a soft gasp from you.
“neteyam…” you breathe out.
he leans in close to your ear, his breath warm against your skin. “i have you,” he murmurs, his hand going down to undo the ties of your loincloth, sliding it aside. “just relax for me...” his fingers finally make contact with your pussy, stroking gently as his teeth graze your neck.
his fingers circle your clit slowly, spreading your wetness around. he nuzzles into your neck, placing soft bites and kisses along your pulse point. his tail curls around your thigh to keep your leg bent and open. “shh, let me take care of you... i’ve got you.”
you reach your hand up and thread your fingers through his hair, letting out soft whimpers. “please… please keep doing that.”
he lets out a soft groan of approval as your fingers thread through his hair. his fingers move faster on your clit, applying gentle pressure and circling motions that make your body shudder. “you’re so pretty when you're like this...“ he murmurs appreciatively.
he loves how responsive you are, how your body reacts to his touch with little moans and shudders. he adds more oil, making everything slick and smooth as he plays with your pussy.
you could already feel your orgasm approaching as his fingers move faster and firmer, pressing down on your clit in just the right way. he notices your breathing becoming more rapid, your body tensing up. “there you go... you’re getting close, aren’t you? just let go… let me make you come.”
he brings a finger down to your slit, spreading your wetness around before sliding inside.
as soon as his finger enters you, your body clenches around it, and a soft cry escapes your lips. he watches how your face contorts with pleasure, how your back arches slightly. he adds another finger, curling them both inside you to hit that spot that makes your body see stars.
you throw your head back against him, your fingers tightening in his hair. “neteyam— fuck, im gonna come.”
at your words, he increases the speed and pressure of his fingers inside you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit in perfect sync. his tail wraps around your waist firmly, holding you against him as he feels your pussy clench around his fingers. “that’s it… come for me..”
at his words, you come with a cry, your pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers.
he keeps his fingers buried inside you as you tremble through your orgasm, feeling you flutter around him. a deep, possessive rumble vibrates against your back as he holds you through it. “good…” he praises against your ear, slowly curling his fingers one more time to draw out every last wave of pleasure. “i’ve got you...”
as you come down from your high, he turns you around effortlessly so you're straddling his lap. his hands grip your hips as he takes in the sight of you— your body slick with oil, your cheeks flushed, and your chest heaving with aftershocks. he leans down to capture your lips in a deep, claiming kiss, his tail wrapping around your waist possessively.
you kiss him back just as deeply, your tongue sliding against his. he groans into the kiss as he feels your hands slide up his chest, your fingers curling into his muscles. his own hands slide down to grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh.
you hum into his mouth, hooking your fingers in to the ties of his loincloth. “need you,” you breathe against his lips.
his breath hitches as you touch the ties of his loincloth. with a deep groan, he breaks the kiss to help you, quickly undoing the ties and letting the fabric fall away. his cock springs free, hard and throbbing with need. “i’m right here. take what you need.”
you kiss him again before grabbing his cock and positioning it to your entrance.
he groans into your mouth as he feels the head of his cock pressing against you. his hands grip your hips tightly, holding you steady as he slowly lifts you up, letting you pull yourself down onto his length. he breaks the kiss to watch your face as he enters you inch by inch.
he throws his head back with a groan as you take all of him in, his length disappearing completely inside you. the scent of oil mixed with your arousal and his own musk fills the air, creating a heady perfume that drives him wild. “fuck...”
the two of you sit there for a moment before he slides his hands under your thighs. with a grunt, he lifts you up his length, letting you feel every ridge and vein, before slowly lowering you back down.
he starts a slow, steady pace, using his strong arms to lift and drop you on his cock. the room fills with the sound of wet flesh slapping against flesh and your soft moans. “ride me.” he breathes out.
“you want me to?”
“mhm,” he nods, his eyes dark with desire. he leans back slightly, giving you more room to move. his hands grip your thighs firmly, guiding you as he lifts you up and down his length. “use my body. take your pleasure from me.”
you start bouncing on his cock, finding your rhythm. each time you sink down, you take him to the hilt, your clit rubbing against his lower stomach. your bodies slap together wetly, the oil making everything slick and smooth. “that’s it...” he breathes out.
as you move, he leans up to capture one of your breasts in his mouth. he sucks hard on your sensitive peak, his tongue swirling around it. his other hand moves up to squeeze and play with your other breast, twisting the hard nub between his fingers.
you cried out, immediately bringing your hand to fist in his hair, keeping him pressed against you.
he groans against your breast, loving the way you tug at his hair. he switches his attention to the other breast, giving it the same suction and tongue action. his hips start to move in sync with you, meeting your movements with powerful thrusts upwards, making you moan loudly.
“juust like that…” he groans, his voice low and encouraging. his hands move to grip your ass firmly as he helps you bounce faster and harder on his cock. “you feel so good…”
he feels your pussy starting to clamp around his cock, and he knows you're close. he moves one hand from your ass to rub your clit in quick circles, applying just the right pressure. “come on, mama. give it to me.”
the added pressure to your clit brought you even closer to the edge. you were so close, so close you could almost taste it— but then you heard a voice outside.
the voice interrupts your impending orgasm, causing both of you to freeze. neteyams ears twitch, listening intently as he keeps you impaled on his cock. “shh...” his grip tightens on your clit and ass, holding you still as he strains to hear who's outside.
“you alright bro? dad needs us.”
neteyams expression shifts from arousal to annoyance as he recognizes lo’aks voice. he’s still fully sheathed inside you, both of you paused on the edge of orgasm.
“coming.” he calls out, his voice casual as he starts to move you up and down on his length again. he’s silent and careful, not making a sound as he fucks you slowly and deeply, his fingers pressing against your mouth to keep your moans quiet. “just finishing something real quick.” his movements bring you right back to the edge.
“he said right now, bro.”
neteyams fingers press harder against your mouth as you whimper into his palm, your body trembling on the precipice of release. he slows his thrusts deliberately, teasing you, keeping you right at that edge while still answering his brother. “tell him i’m on my way. just... got held up.” he circles your clit slowly, torturously.
“what are you even doing?” lo’ak asks.
“none of your business.” he grits out, his voice strained as he quickens his pace, lifting and dropping you on his dick harder. your pussy squeezes around him, trying to pull him deeper, trying to find that release. “i’ll be right there.”
“… is someone else in there?” lo’ak asks suddenly.
he muffles your cry with his palm, his fingers digging into your mouth as you finally come apart, your body shaking violently around his dick. he bites back a groan as your pussy spasms and clenches, pulling his orgasm dangerously close. “no, fuck. i’m just taking care of something. i’ll be out in a minute.”
neteyam’s voice is strained as he finally comes inside of you, biting his lip hard enough to taste copper, stifling a groan.
“ok, bro…” lo’ak says before finally walking away.
neteyams cock throbs and pulses inside you as he comes silently, filling you with his release. he presses your mouth tighter against his hand, swallowing your moan as he empties into your fluttering pussy.
as soon as lo’aks footsteps fade away, neteyam removes his hand from your mouth and kisses you deeply, swallowing any remaining sounds. he holds you close, still buried inside you as he catches his breath. “fuck...” he whispers against your lips. “i needed that.”
a breathy laugh escapes your chest as you nuzzle your face against his.
neteyam chuckles softly, his face buried in your neck as he laughs with you. he slowly pulls out, his softening cock sliding out of you with a wet sound. he grins mischievously, wiping a bit of oil from your thigh. “shit, that was close.”
“mmm… why was that so hot?” you ask, a content smile plastered across your face.
he smirks, pulling you into a hug and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “because i had to be quiet and focus on making you come while my little brother was right outside.”
you smile as he holds you close, his hand absently stroking your back as he savors the afterglow. after a moment, he sighs and reluctantly pulls away. “i really do have to go now, though.” he stands up, grabbing his loincloth and pulling it on.
“awww”
he laughs softly at your pout, bending down to give you a quick kiss. “i’ll be back soon, okay?” he pauses. “and this time, i’ll make sure my brother won’t catch us.”
Idk if your cool with this or not but do you think yo could do a first time squirting on neteyam or maybe Jake, like reader never done it before and is slightly embarrassed but they love it, btw your writing is amazing
❀࿔: you squirt on neteyam for the first time
°❀⋆.ೃ࿔ aged up! neteyam x fem! na’vi! reader
warnings: lower caps, smut, p in v, squirting, riding dih, he calls u mama 😈 ur embarrased but hes very sweet
wc: 1.4k
author’s note: tysm for your kind words!! ofcc im cool with it i love this idea 💗 i hope u like it and tysm for requesting! and dis is just straight up smut w no plot... also ive never squirted before so sorry if its not accurate ... i flowkirk dont like this but whateva!!
neteyam currently had you underneath him as he pounded into you mercilessly. the two of you had been going at it for about 30 minutes now, and it was clear neither of you were stopping anytime soon. “fuck, neteyam…” you whined.
neteyam groaned deeply as he continued thrusting into you, the sounds of skin slapping against skin echoing in the small hut. you felt incredible around him, the sensation driving him wild. "i can't get enough of you..." he says before leaning down to capture your mouth in a messy kiss.
you kiss him back sloppily, panting into his mouth as he hit that spot inside of you with ruthless precision.
he pulled back from the kiss, panting heavily. he gripped your hips tightly, his hips slamming against your ass. sweat drips down his chest and abs, making them glisten in the dim light of the hut. “i’m yours, all yours…” he groaned into your ear.
you moaned softly at his words. "mmm, lie back…" you commanded softly.
he immediately obeyed, pulling out of you momentarily and lying back on the furs with his cock standing up, throbbing and coated in both of your juices. his chest rises and falls rapidly, his muscles tense with arousal. “you gonna ride me, mama?”
"depends… do you want me to?" you asked, biting your lip.
his eyes roll back in his head at your teasing tone. he grips his cock tightly, stroking it slowly. "fuck, yes. ride me however you want. use me." he spreads his legs wider, inviting you on top of him. “come here…”
you didn't waste another second. you positioned yourself on top of him and sank down on his cock.
neteyam's head throws back, a guttural groan escaping him as you sink down on him. his hands immediately grip your hips bruisingly tight, holding you there for a moment while he adjusts. "shit, you feel so good..." his eyes snap up to watch you move, his jaw clenched.
you started to bounce on his cock, placing your hands on his chest.
his hands squeeze your hips possessively, helping to lift you up. he watches where you're connected, mesmerized by the sight of his cock disappearing into your pussy. "fuck, fuck, fuck..." he pants, his voice strained with pleasure.
“mmm, neteyam…” you whimpered as each movement sent waves of pleasure through you, your bodies merging together perfectly.
he runs his hands up your sides possessively, spreading his legs wider underneath you. he loves how you say his name like that, all breathy and needy. "that's it, mama... take my cock..." he tilts his hips slightly, hitting a new angle inside you.
"oh, eywa…" you cried out as his cock hit that spot inside of you perfectly.
neteyam smirked at your breathy plea, knowing he's the reason for the heavenly noises escaping you. "right there, huh? you like when i hit that spot?" he lifts his hips sharply, giving you exactly what you need.
you nodded rapidly. "i love it. please, dont stop…"
his smirk grew wider, satisfaction running through him. “i won't stop... i'll fuck you all night if that's what you want.”
you groan softly at his words. "i love you. i love you so much..." you breathed out before leaning down to kiss him deeply.
his expression softens completely at your sweet words, even as he's hammering into you from below. he kisses you back roughly before whispering against your lips. "i love you too... so much..."
his hands move from your hips to grip your ass, spreading you wider, lifting you slightly to get a better angle on that sweet spot. "tell me what you want, mama. tell me what you need." he groans, panting heavily.
"more." you breathed. "i need more."
without hesitation, he starts pounding into you even harder and faster, one hand moving between your legs and finding your clit, rubbing it with his thumb in time with his thrusts. "like this?" he asked. "is this what you need?"
the double torture made you cry out, his thumb applying perfect pressure on your clit. “yes! don't stop. fuck, don't stop.”
his eyes rolled back with pleasure at your dirty words. the obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the hut along with your moans and grunts. his thumb presses firmly on your clit, rubbing it in quick circles. "i'm not stopping...don't worry."
he keeps pounding into you relentlessly, his other arm wrapping around your waist to hold you tight against him, ensuring he doesn't go too deep or fast to hurt you. "i'm right here, mama... i'm right here..." he whispers breathlessly, his own release building. "fuck, i'm getting close..."
you suddenly felt a rapid sensation building inside of you, more intense than any orgasm you had felt before. “neteyam i… i feel something…”
his expression immediately shifts to one of concern at your tone, although he doesn't stop moving inside you. instead he moves both hands to grip your hips tightly, controlling the depth and pace of his thrusts. "what is it? what do you feel? are you okay?"
“i feel… fuck, i feel like im going to explode.” you gasped out, your legs shaking from the pressure.
neteyam nearly loses his mind when you say that. he suddenly flips you both over so he's on top of you again. he spreads your legs wide open, hammering into you with renewed determination. "that's it, that's it... let go..."
"neteyam!" you gasped at the change in position, the overwhelming pleasure becoming too much to bear. "i cant take it.. its too much..."
"i know, i know... you can take it. i know you can." he reassures you softly. his hands move to your breasts, squeezing them hard as he fucks you through the intense feeling. "just let it happen..."
at his words, waves of intense pleasure crash over your body, and you suddenly feel a warm rush of fluid escaping you.
neteyams whole body tenses as he feels you clench around him at the same moment you squirt all over him, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release. he buries himself deep, groaning loudly as he empties himself completely inside you, riding out your orgasm with his own. "shit... just like that..."
your chest heaves with the aftershocks of your orgasm, probably the most intense one you’ve ever experienced. your eyes are wide in shock as you look down at the liquid leaking out of you.
neteyam pulls out slowly, watching in awe as you continue to leak the combined fluids of both your releases before leaning down to kiss you deeply.
you pull away from the kiss, avoiding his gaze. "fuck, i’m sorry, that was…" your face is hot with embarrassment.
"shh" he silences you with another kiss, his thumb pressing gently against your cheek. "don't you dare apologize for that. that was the hottest thing i've ever seen."
“it…was?” you ask, looking in his eyes.
he nods, his eyes shining with genuine admiration. "yes, it was. i loved it." he spreads your legs wider, looking at the mess between the two of you with pure satisfaction.
“it was embarrassing…i’ve never felt like that before.”
neteyam chuckles softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. "it wasn't embarrassing, it was beautiful. and hot. i'm honored i got to be the one to make you do that." he grabs a nearby cloth and starts cleaning you gently. "it means you're getting more comfortable with me, trusting me more... it's a good thing."
your embarrasment fades away as you hear the truthfulness in his words. you offer him a soft, genuine smile.
he finishes cleaning you, then crawls back up to pull you against his chest, your bodies still tangled together. he wraps his arms around you possessively, kissing the top of your head. he smiles back at you, pulling you against his chest possessively. "c'mere..." he murmurs, trailing lazy kisses along your jaw. "you tired?"
you nodded lazily. "mhm…"
neteyam hums softly, tightening his arms around you protectively. he listens to your breathing even out, signaling that you're falling asleep. a small smile tugs at his lips as he feels your body relax against him. he follows shortly after, drifting off to sleep with you in his arms.
i love neteyam sm guys 💗💗💗 and i will ALWAYS make him call you mama in my fics 😂😂✌️ jake version next !!
You have a very high sex drive with your mate Neteyam
Neteyam and his mate had a problem.
A very obvious, very wet, very hard problem.
No matter how many duties the future Olo’eyktan carried on his broad shoulders, no matter how many long Tsahik lessons left you drained, the moment the two of you were alone (and sometimes when you weren’t entirely alone), Neteyam couldn’t keep his cock out of you.
And you didn’t want him to.
The village whispered about it. The way Neteyam would disappear mid conversation if he caught your scent on the wind. The way you’d both return from “patrols” with fresh bite marks glowing on your necks and thighs. But neither of you cared. He was yours. You were his. And the problem only got worse the closer he came to taking on the full mantle of leadership.
-
Neteyam stormed into the kelku, chest heaving, fresh sweat still glistening on his striped skin. Jake had run him through drills until eclipse, testing his patience, his strength, his ability to command. But the second the woven flap closed behind him, his golden eyes locked on you like a predator.
You were barely finished hanging your herbs to dry.
“Yawne,” he growled, already hard under his loincloth, the outline thick and obvious. “I tried. I really tried to wait.”
You smiled, heat pooling low in your belly. “What’s gotten into you...” you teased.
-
The latest incident had happened that morning.
Neteyam was supposed to lead a group of young warriors on a scouting flight. You were meant to spend the day deep in Mo’at’s tent, grinding herbs and learning new chants.
Instead, the two of you had barely made it ten steps from your kelku before he had you pressed against a glowing tree, loincloths shoved aside, fucking you deep and desperate while his hand covered your mouth to muffle your moans.
The sky was still soft pink when Neteyam pressed you against the smooth bark of a glowing tree just inside your shared home.
His morning patrol briefing was supposed to start soon and you were expected at Mo’at’s side for herb sorting.
Neither of you cared.
“Yawne…” he groaned against your throat, already grinding his hard cock against your ass through the thin loincloths. “Just need to feel you once before the day starts.”
You arched back into him, reaching behind to tug his braids. “Then stop teasing and fuck me, teyam.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He shoved the fabric aside, lined up, and pushed in deep and slow, savoring every inch as your walls stretched around him.
The morning air filled with the wet sound of him sliding. He fucked you like that for long, lazy minutes in deep strokes, one hand between your legs rubbing your clit, the other covering your mouth when your moans got too loud.
When he finally spilled inside you, thick and hot, you came right after him, clenching so hard he hissed. He stayed buried deep for a while after, kissing the fresh bite mark he’d left on your shoulder, whispering how perfect you felt full of him.
Then duty called. You both straightened your coverings, shared one last filthy kiss, and went your separate ways — his cum already slowly leaking down your inner thigh the entire walk to Mo’at’s tent.
he kissed you apologetically and finally left for his patrol.
But now night had fallen, and the tension had only grown.
You stepped into the kelku first, body still buzzing from the morning quickie and the long, frustrating day of trying to focus while your mate’s scent clung to your skin. Neteyam followed moments later, shoulders tight, golden eyes dark with that familiar hunger.
“You’ve been wet all day,” he said, voice low. “I could smell you across the forest.”
-
The hours dragged.
Every time you bent over to crush herbs, you felt the ghost of his cock stretching you.
Every time the wind shifted and carried his scent from across the village, your cunt clenched around nothing.
You caught him staring during the midday meal. His golden eyes dark, jaw tight, tail flicking with barely contained need.
He had to adjust his loincloth twice when Jake wasn’t looking.
By late afternoon you were both aching. Neteyam’s scouting flight had been cut short because he couldn’t focus — all he could think about was bending you over again.
You nearly dropped a whole basket of sacred leaves when a phantom throb of pleasure shot through the faint tsaheylu echo still lingering from the morning.
The sun was kissing the horizon when you finally slipped back into your shared kelku, heart pounding.
Neteyam was already there.
He stood in the center of the space, braids loose, chest rising and falling like he’d run the whole way. The moment your eyes met, the air thickened.
He walked to you slowly, deliberately, until he was close enough that you could feel the heat rolling off his skin.
“You’ve been so good all day,” he murmured, voice low and rough. One finger traced down your stomach, slipping under your loincloth to find you soaked. “Haven’t you, yawne?”
You nodded, biting your lip. “Couldn’t stop thinking about how you… I count stop thinking about you.”
He leaned in, fangs grazing your ear. “Good ”
He kissed you deep and slow, tongues sliding, hands roaming. he untied your top with patient fingers, letting it fall so he could cup your breasts, thumbs circling your nipples until they hardened. You did the same to him, tracing every ridge of muscle, every glowing freckle, until his cock was straining painfully against his loincloth.
When you finally dropped to your knees, you took your time. You mouthed along the thick outline through the fabric first, breathing hot air over him, feeling him twitch.
Only then did you untie it and take him into your mouth.
Neteyam’s hand rested gently in your braids, hips rocking softly, with low groans rumbling in his chest.
“… your mouth is perfect,” he breathed.
You sucked him until his thighs trembled, then pulled off with a wet pop and stood. He backed you toward the sleeping mats, laying you down carefully. He spread your legs wide, settling between them, and dragged his cock through your folds — teasing your clit, coating himself in your slick — before finally pushing inside.
The stretch was everything. He sank in inch by inch, eyes locked on yours the whole time, until he bottomed out with a shared moan.
Then he started moving.
Long, deep strokes that dragged against every sensitive spot inside you. His tail wrapped around your thigh, holding you open. One hand braced beside your head, the other reached back to grab the base of your braid and stroke it firmly, sending sparks up your spine.
You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Neteyam… please—”
He gave it to you. His pace built gradually more powerful, rhythmic thrusts that made your breasts bounce and the mats creak beneath you. Sweat glistened on both your bodies, bioluminescent freckles glowing brighter with every slap of skin.
When the need became too much, he grabbed your queue and brought it to his.
Pleasure flooded both ways. You felt how hot and tight you were around him, how close he was to losing control. He felt how badly you needed to be fucked full, how much you loved being ruined by your mate.
He fucked you harder then, his hips snapping, balls slapping your ass, one hand rubbing tight circles on your clit. You came first, walls fluttering wildly around him, crying out his name as you soaked his cock.
But he didn’t stop.
He kept thrusting through your orgasm, drawing it out, then flipped you onto your hands and knees.
He mounted you from behind, one hand fisted in your braids to arch your back, the other gripping your hip. The new angle let him hit even deeper. He pulled your tail and used it like reins, yanking you back onto his cock with every thrust.
“Gonna fill you again,” he growled, voice wrecked. “ Want you walking around tomorrow still leaking me.”
You came a second time, harder, pushing back desperately to meet him. Neteyam snarled and buried himself to the hilt, pumping thick ropes of cum into you. He kept grinding, kept fucking his load deeper, until he came again — smaller but just as intense.
Only then did he collapse beside you, pulling you into his arms, still buried inside. Your queues stayed gently connected, pulsing with warm aftershocks.
He kissed your shoulder, your neck, your lips — slow and tender now. “Can’t get enough of you,” he whispered. “Never will.”
You smiled, squeezing around him where he still twitched inside you. “Good. Because I love you”
The two of you stayed like that for a long time — tangled, glowing, breathing each other in — while the forest sang outside and the village carried on without its two most distracted future leaders.
Neteyam finally landed his ikran near the clearing.
His muscles ached, his skin was crusted with dirt, and all he wanted was the warmth of his marui and the sight of his mate.
But as he approached the entrance, the usual peaceful sound of the evening was replaced by the frantic sounds of chaos.
He stepped inside to find the marui in disarray.
The youngest was wailing, a high pitched sound that grated even on his ears, while the older two were splashing in the small interior pool, ignoring your tired commands to settle down for the evening meal.
And then there was you.
You were sitting on the edge of the sleeping mats, your head in your hands, your shoulders shaking with the effort of holding back tears. Your hair, usually so neatly braided, was coming undone, and the glow of your bioluminescence was dim—a sure sign of exhaustion.
Neteyam’s heart didn’t just sink; it shattered.
He dropped his spear and gear by the entrance, the clatter drawing the attention of the older children. They immediately scrambled toward him, shouting “Sempul!” in unison, but he held up a hand, his expression uncharacteristically stern.
“Enough,” he said, his voice low but carrying that natural authority he’d inherited from his father. “Your mother is tired. Out. Go to your grandmother’s marui. Tell Sa’nok Neytiri that I ask her to watch you for the night.”
The children, sensing the shift in the air and the rare edge in their father’s voice, didn’t argue. They scrambled out, the wailing baby scooped up by the eldest, leaving the marui suddenly, deafeningly quiet.
Neteyam didn’t move for a moment. He just watched you. You hadn’t even looked up yet, your breath coming in ragged, shallow hitches. He felt a wave of profound sadness wash over him. He was the one who was supposed to protect you, to make your life easier, yet here you were, drowning in the domesticity he had helped create. He felt a pang of guilt that his duties to the clan had kept him away all day while you bore the brunt of their children’s boundless energy.
He crossed the floor silently, his large, four fingered hand coming to rest gently on your shoulder. You flinched slightly before leaning into his touch, a broken sob finally escaping your throat.
“Ma Yawne,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I am so sorry.”
He sank to his knees between your legs, pulling your hands away from your face. Your eyes were red rimmed, your expression one of pure, unadulterated burnout.
“I couldn’t… they wouldn’t listen, Neteyam,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “Everything is a mess. I’m a mess.”
“Shh,” he murmured, leaning forward to press his forehead against yours. “You are perfect. You are the strongest woman I know, and I am a fool for leaving you to this alone today.”
He began to trail kisses across your cheeks, catching the salt of your tears. He felt a physical ache in his chest seeing you like this. He wanted to take every ounce of that stress, every heavy thought, and pull it out of you.
“Let me take care of you,” he breathed against your lips. “Forget the children. Forget the marui. Just give it all to me.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He stood, pulling you up with him, and began to unbind the simple loincloth and chest wrap you wore.
His movements were slow, reverent, as if he were handling the most delicate bioluminescent flora of the forest.
When you were bare before him, he let his eyes roam over your body.
the body that had carried his children, the body that worked tirelessly for their family.
He felt that familiar surge of protectiveness, mixed with a deep, aching desire to worship you.
He led you to the sleeping mats, laying you down and hovering over you. His bioluminescence began to pulse in a rhythmic, soothing amber blue, mirroring the steady beat of his heart.
“You’re so tense,” he noted, his hands moving to your thighs, kneading the muscles there. “Relax for me, please”
As his hands moved higher, his touch became more intentional, more demanding. He wanted to replace the mental noise with physical sensation. He wanted to drown out the memory of the children’s screams with the sound of your moans.
When his fingers finally found your clit, you let out a long, shaky breath, your hips arching instinctively. You were already slick, a testament to how much you had been craving his touch, his presence.
“That’s it,” he praised, his voice dropping an octave into that gravelly tone that always made your toes curl. “So wet for your mate. Even when you’re tired, you want me.”
He leaned down, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin of your neck, right where your mating bond pulsed. He felt the echo of your stress through the bond—a jagged, static like feeling—and he focused all his energy on sending back waves of calm, steady love.
He moved his hand to his queue, and you did the same, your fingers trembling. When the neural tendrils connected, the world exploded into a kaleidoscope of shared sensation. He felt your exhaustion, yes, but he also felt the overwhelming love you had for him, and the desperate need for release.
He felt his own sadness sharpen, a bittersweet ache as he realized just how much you had been carrying. He poured that emotion into the bond, a silent promise: I will hold you. I will carry this for you.
He didn’t use any more words. He moved between your legs, his thick, throbbing cock pressing hot and heavy against your slick, dripping entrance. He paused there, looking deep into your eyes, waiting for that final nod of consent, that silent plea for him to take over and bury himself inside your tight cunt.
When you wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him in, he groaned, sinking into you in one smooth, deep thrust, stretching your walls wide around his massive length.
The sensation was overwhelming. With the Tsaheylu active, every slide of his skin against yours was magnified a thousandfold. He could feel the way your internal muscles clamped greedily around his cock, your soaked pussy sucking him deeper, fluttering and squeezing as you desperately sought friction, seeking an end to the day’s burdens.
He began to move, his pace slow and deliberate at first. He wanted to feel every inch of you, every ridge and vein of his cock dragging along your sensitive inner walls. He watched your face, watching the lines of tension slowly smooth out, replaced by the hazy, clouded look of pleasure.
“Neteyam,” you gasped, your fingers digging into the muscles of his back.
“I’m here,” he grunted, increasing the speed, his hips snapping harder as he fucked you deeper. “I’ve got you, Ma Yawne..”
He was relentless. He pushed you further and further, his movements becoming more primal as the shared sensations through the bond reached a fever pitch. He could feel your climax building—your cunt pulsing and clenching rhythmically around his thick cock.
He shifted his weight, pinning your wrists above your head, his chest heaving against yours. He was sad for the day you’d had, but he was fierce in his determination to end it on this note, pounding his cock into you with need.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
You opened your eyes, your pupils blown wide.
“I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with possessiveness and love.
With a final, powerful thrust, he hit your sweet spot, and you shattered. Your scream was muffled against his shoulder as your body convulsed around him, waves of pure, white hot release crashing through the bond, your pussy gushing and spasming violently on his cock.
He followed you seconds later, his own release violent and all consuming, thick ropes of hot cum flooding deep inside you as he collapsed against you, still joined in every way possible, his seed filling and marking you completely.
The silence that followed was different now. It wasn’t the silence of exhaustion or defeat; it was the heavy, peaceful quiet of two souls made one again.
Neteyam didn’t pull away. He stayed inside you, his head tucked into the crook of your neck, his breath slowly evening out. He reached down to stroke your hair, his fingers gentle.
“Better?” he whispered.
You couldn’t find the words, so you just squeezed his hand, your body finally, truly relaxed. The stress of the day was a distant memory, washed away by the tide of his devotion.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his yellow eyes soft and still shimmering with that lingering sadness. He leaned down and kissed your forehead.
“Sleep now,” he murmured. “I will be here when you wake. And tomorrow… tomorrow we will do this together.”
He pulled the furs over both of you, holding you tight against his chest, finally bringing the peace to his mate that he had been aching to give her all day.
The first time you noticed his overprotectiveness was when he returned to your marui late at night, limping slightly, with a split lip and bruises scattered all over his body - his face too.
You stood up abruptly from where you were sitting, a worried expression displayed on your face. — "Teyam.. who did this to you?" You asked, voice soft, na'vi accent strong.
Neteyams eyes didn’t meet yours, — "He started it."
You frowned, — "Who?" You spoke, preparing some herbs to help with his bleeding lip - though you had to admit that he looked good with it.
Neteyam exhaled, still visibly annoyed. — "Aonung, he has been flirting with you all week" He sat down with a groan.
You turned towards him, pressing the stinging herb onto his lip, he whined. — "You fought Aonung? Skxawng!" You wanted to slap him but refused, he was bleeding after all.
He scoffed, — "I already told you, he started it" He pulled away from you, the stinging from the herb finally stopped.
You turned around, taking deep slow breaths. You loved Neteyam, but sometimes he really did get on your nerves. — "He was not flirting with me! We are friends!" You shouted, louder than you had planned to.
Neteyam stood back up again, — "Yes he was! He doesn't understand 'friends!' You have to stop being so nice to him!" He exclaimed.
You turn around so that you're facing him again. — "So you hit him cause I was nice to him? Teyam do you know how stupid that sounds?!"
He licked his lips frustratedly, — "No I hit him cause he was trying to steal my girl!"
You couldn't help but laugh at that, — "You really think i'd let him split us up?" You crossed your arms over the swell of your chest. A soft, innocent, smile playing on your lips.
Neteyam went quiet for a moment, — "I had to make sure that he knows who you belong to" He cooed quietly, a hint of embarassment displayed in his voice. He sat down again, playing anxiously with his fingers as if he just now realized what he actually had done.
You pouted, walking up to him, cupping his cheeks softly. — "I belong to you only, I need you to understand that" you sat down in his lap, his hands immediately found their spot on your waist.
He nodded, — "I know, I was just acting like a skxawng for no reason. It was stupid, i'm sorry yawne" He spoke, and then your lips found his.
He released a breath he didn't know he was holding with the kiss, his hands skating over the warm skin of your waist and stomach almost immediately, deepening the kiss even though his lip was stinging.
You pushed your hips down slightly, testing, and he gasped into your mouth. Murmuring something you didn’t quite catch during the heat of the moment.
As mad as you were at him for picking a fight with one of your closest friends, you had to admit that he looked good when he came home that night.
Neytiri had noticed the changes in her son over the past weeks.
Neteyam had always been reliable during hunts, steady at her side. Lately though, he slipped away more often, returning later than usual with his braids slightly out of place and a distant look in his eyes.
Today he was meant to help her prepare the evening meal, yet he had not appeared. Worry nudged at her, quiet but persistent, so she set out along the familiar trails, calling his name softly at first.
The sounds reached her before the sight did — soft, intimate noises from the grove. Neytiri pushed through the leaves and stopped short.
Neteyam’s face was buried between your thighs, his hands holding you open as he worked with focused devotion. Your back arched slightly, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other tangled in the moss.
The moan broke from your lips as his tongue dragged hot and flat through your soaked folds.
Neteyam had you laid out on the soft moss in the hidden grove, thighs spread wide around his head while he devoured your pussy with slow, hungry licks.
His strong hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as his mouth worked you open, tongue sliding deep inside your dripping cunt before pulling back to swirl around your swollen clit.
He groaned against you, the low sound vibrating straight through your core. “Taste so good,” he murmured, barely lifting his mouth before diving back in, licking messy and greedy, lips sucking softly on your clit until your hips jerked against his face.
His braids fell forward, brushing your thighs as he buried himself deeper, tongue fucking into you in steady strokes, drinking down every drop of your arousal with wet, obscene sounds.
Neytiri’s voice cut through the air, sharp with disbelief. “What is this?”
Neytiri stood at the edge of the grove, eyes wide with shock that quickly turned to anger.
Neteyam froze above you, ears pinning flat. You scrambled to sit up, heart pounding as you quickly reached for your discarded loincloth with shaky hands.
The fabric felt tangled and awkward in your rush, cheeks burning hot as you tried to tie it back into place.
Neteyam moved fast to help, his fingers steady despite everything, gently adjusting the ties at your hips and smoothing the cloth down your thighs so it sat properly. His touch was quick and careful in the middle of the panic.
“Mother—” he started, voice low.
“Go home,” Neytiri told you firmly, her tone leaving little room for argument, though it carried an undercurrent of concern rather than pure fury. “Now.”
You gathered yourself and slipped away, cheeks warm, the moment shattering around you.
Before you passed Neytiri, you gave Neteyam a small pat on the back, soft and quick, meant to steady him before you disappeared down the path toward home.
Neytiri turned to Neteyam, reaching out to grab him firmly by the ear, the way she had when he was small and reckless.
“Does your father know about this?” she demanded, guiding him back toward the village with purposeful steps.
Neteyam winced slightly at the hold but answered evenly. “He does.”
When they got back, she decided that saying nothing to him was for the best
The next evening the air around the cooking fire felt thick with unspoken things. Fish sizzled over the flames while Neytiri tended it with careful movements.
You sat nearby, awkward under the weight of yesterday’s discovery, eyes flicking between the food and the ground.
Neteyam sat across from his mother, trying to focus on the meal, but his gaze kept drifting to you.
He broke the eye contact between you and his mother by looking down at the fire, then quietly tapped his thigh against yours under the cover of the low table. The small contact brought a faint smile to your lips despite everything.
Neytiri noticed. Her posture stiffened just a touch. “Do you two need room?” she asked, voice calm but edged.
Neteyam looked at her sweetly, the way he always did when trying to ease tension. “What is the problem, Mother?”
“It is nothing,” she replied, turning the fish with a little more force than necessary.
He watched her for a moment, then asked gently, “Is it because of what you saw yesterday?”
Neytiri paused, then shook her head. “No. You are both adults now.”
Neteyam studied her expression, his own softening. “Is it because you did not know?”
Despite not saying anything, she gave a small nod, ears lowering slightly.
He exhaled quietly, a hint of fondness in his voice. “Even Father did not know at first… he found out the same way.”
Neytiri’s eyes widened a fraction… “ are you guys doing this everyd—“
Jake, who had been listening from nearby, rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Yeah… let’s just say I’ve seen some things.”
then a reluctant laugh escaped her, short and surprised. The sound broke some of the awkwardness, easing the tightness around the fire. You felt your own shoulders relax, a quiet smile forming as the tension started to lift.
Neytiri couldn’t keep you guys apart from each other.
It got worse than before as the sneaking continued.
One afternoon, while your mother was out gathering herbs, you stayed behind to prepare fresh fish for the evening meal. soft light filtering through the woven walls of your home as you worked at the low table, knife moving steadily over the scales.
Neteyam slipped inside without a sound, his presence warm behind you before you even heard his footsteps. He stepped close, arms sliding around your waist, and pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine.
“I like this look on you,” he murmured, voice low and fond, lips brushing your ear. “My mate, preparing food for her family… it suits you.”
You laughed softly, leaning back into him for a moment, the knife pausing in your hand. “Not too long, My mother will be back any minute so she will take all the attention”
But the laugh turned into something quieter when his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.
One thing led to another — his mouth on your neck again, your head tilting to give him more room, the fish forgotten on the table. Before you knew it, he had you on your back on the woven mats, your legs bent and folded behind your head as he sank deep inside you with one smooth thrust.
his cock filling you completely. Neteyam groaned low against your mouth, hips rolling in deep strokes that made your breath catch. “I’m almost there,” he whispered, voice rough and close, forehead pressed to yours. “Keep quiet, yawne.”
You tried — you really did — but soft moans slipped out anyway, your walls clenching around him with every thrust. “My mom is gonna be here soon,” you gasped between moans, the words broken and breathy as pleasure built fast and hot. “Neteyam—ah—she’ll be back any moment—”
He didn’t slow down, just fucked you deeper, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the small home. His rut was starting to edge in, making his movements a little more urgent, his scent heavier, the base of his cock swelling slightly with each push. “Just a little longer,” he breathed against your lips, eyes half-lidded and dark. “You feel too good.”
The door flap rustled.
Your mother stepped in, basket of seasonings in hand, and dropped it with a sharp clatter. Spices and dried herbs scattered across the floor. “What is going on here!” she cried, voice rising in shock and anger. Her eyes widened at the sight — you on your back with your legs folded high, Neteyam still buried deep inside you, both of you frozen mid motion.
Neteyam pulled out quickly, shielding you as best he could while you scrambled to cover yourself, cheeks burning. Your mother’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fury.
“How dare you do this in my home?” she snapped, stepping forward. “Neteyam, you are the future Olo’eyktan — is this how you show respect? And you—” she turned to you, voice trembling with worry, “—I raised you better than to let this happen when I could walk in at any moment.”
The argument lasted longer than you expected. Your mother paced, gesturing sharply. “Pregnancy is not a game. Your heats are approaching, and his rut is already starting — I can smell it on him. One slip and you will be carrying a child before either of you are ready. I do not want my daughter with child yet. The clan is still recovering. You both have responsibilities, training, duties. This rushing will only bring trouble.”
Neteyam listened quietly, ears low, offering soft apologies when she paused for breath. You sat beside him, mortified but unable to deny the warmth that still lingered between you.
Finally, as the tension eased just a fraction, your mother pointed toward the door. “Neteyam, Out. Both of you need to think about what you are risking.”
On his way out, she stopped Neteyam with a firm look. “It is not respectful to do such activities in my home, Neteyam. Not while I am expected back any moment.”
Neteyam bowed his head slightly, sincere. “I am sorry. It won’t happen again here.” He glanced back at you with a small, secret smile — warm and full of that quiet pining — before slipping out the door and running off toward the village paths.
Your mother watched him go, then turned to you with a long sigh, the anger softening into tired concern. The fish still waited on the table, half prepared, while the scattered seasonings lay forgotten on the floor.
Lowk, I had to do a bit of research on ruts and stuff and it was pretty interesting, I’ve never written anything about this so I’m sorry … please tell me more about ruts and stuff, I would love to write something similar
Neytiri had noticed the changes in her son over the past weeks.
Neteyam had always been reliable during hunts, steady at her side. Lately though, he slipped away more often, returning later than usual with his braids slightly out of place and a distant look in his eyes.
Today he was meant to help her prepare the evening meal, yet he had not appeared. Worry nudged at her, quiet but persistent, so she set out along the familiar trails, calling his name softly at first.
The sounds reached her before the sight did — soft, intimate noises from the grove. Neytiri pushed through the leaves and stopped short.
Neteyam’s face was buried between your thighs, his hands holding you open as he worked with focused devotion. Your back arched slightly, one hand gripping his shoulder, the other tangled in the moss.
The moan broke from your lips as his tongue dragged hot and flat through your soaked folds.
Neteyam had you laid out on the soft moss in the hidden grove, thighs spread wide around his head while he devoured your pussy with slow, hungry licks.
His strong hands gripped your hips, holding you steady as his mouth worked you open, tongue sliding deep inside your dripping cunt before pulling back to swirl around your swollen clit.
He groaned against you, the low sound vibrating straight through your core. “Taste so good,” he murmured, barely lifting his mouth before diving back in, licking messy and greedy, lips sucking softly on your clit until your hips jerked against his face.
His braids fell forward, brushing your thighs as he buried himself deeper, tongue fucking into you in steady strokes, drinking down every drop of your arousal with wet, obscene sounds.
Neytiri’s voice cut through the air, sharp with disbelief. “What is this?”
Neytiri stood at the edge of the grove, eyes wide with shock that quickly turned to anger.
Neteyam froze above you, ears pinning flat. You scrambled to sit up, heart pounding as you quickly reached for your discarded loincloth with shaky hands.
The fabric felt tangled and awkward in your rush, cheeks burning hot as you tried to tie it back into place.
Neteyam moved fast to help, his fingers steady despite everything, gently adjusting the ties at your hips and smoothing the cloth down your thighs so it sat properly. His touch was quick and careful in the middle of the panic.
“Mother—” he started, voice low.
“Go home,” Neytiri told you firmly, her tone leaving little room for argument, though it carried an undercurrent of concern rather than pure fury. “Now.”
You gathered yourself and slipped away, cheeks warm, the moment shattering around you.
Before you passed Neytiri, you gave Neteyam a small pat on the back, soft and quick, meant to steady him before you disappeared down the path toward home.
Neytiri turned to Neteyam, reaching out to grab him firmly by the ear, the way she had when he was small and reckless.
“Does your father know about this?” she demanded, guiding him back toward the village with purposeful steps.
Neteyam winced slightly at the hold but answered evenly. “He does.”
When they got back, she decided that saying nothing to him was for the best
The next evening the air around the cooking fire felt thick with unspoken things. Fish sizzled over the flames while Neytiri tended it with careful movements.
You sat nearby, awkward under the weight of yesterday’s discovery, eyes flicking between the food and the ground.
Neteyam sat across from his mother, trying to focus on the meal, but his gaze kept drifting to you.
He broke the eye contact between you and his mother by looking down at the fire, then quietly tapped his thigh against yours under the cover of the low table. The small contact brought a faint smile to your lips despite everything.
Neytiri noticed. Her posture stiffened just a touch. “Do you two need room?” she asked, voice calm but edged.
Neteyam looked at her sweetly, the way he always did when trying to ease tension. “What is the problem, Mother?”
“It is nothing,” she replied, turning the fish with a little more force than necessary.
He watched her for a moment, then asked gently, “Is it because of what you saw yesterday?”
Neytiri paused, then shook her head. “No. You are both adults now.”
Neteyam studied her expression, his own softening. “Is it because you did not know?”
Despite not saying anything, she gave a small nod, ears lowering slightly.
He exhaled quietly, a hint of fondness in his voice. “Even Father did not know at first… he found out the same way.”
Neytiri’s eyes widened a fraction… “ are you guys doing this everyd—“
Jake, who had been listening from nearby, rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. “Yeah… let’s just say I’ve seen some things.”
then a reluctant laugh escaped her, short and surprised. The sound broke some of the awkwardness, easing the tightness around the fire. You felt your own shoulders relax, a quiet smile forming as the tension started to lift.
Neytiri couldn’t keep you guys apart from each other.
It got worse than before as the sneaking continued.
One afternoon, while your mother was out gathering herbs, you stayed behind to prepare fresh fish for the evening meal. soft light filtering through the woven walls of your home as you worked at the low table, knife moving steadily over the scales.
Neteyam slipped inside without a sound, his presence warm behind you before you even heard his footsteps. He stepped close, arms sliding around your waist, and pressed a slow kiss to the side of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a small shiver down your spine.
“I like this look on you,” he murmured, voice low and fond, lips brushing your ear. “My mate, preparing food for her family… it suits you.”
You laughed softly, leaning back into him for a moment, the knife pausing in your hand. “Not too long, My mother will be back any minute so she will take all the attention”
But the laugh turned into something quieter when his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you closer.
One thing led to another — his mouth on your neck again, your head tilting to give him more room, the fish forgotten on the table. Before you knew it, he had you on your back on the woven mats, your legs bent and folded behind your head as he sank deep inside you with one smooth thrust.
his cock filling you completely. Neteyam groaned low against your mouth, hips rolling in deep strokes that made your breath catch. “I’m almost there,” he whispered, voice rough and close, forehead pressed to yours. “Keep quiet, yawne.”
You tried — you really did — but soft moans slipped out anyway, your walls clenching around him with every thrust. “My mom is gonna be here soon,” you gasped between moans, the words broken and breathy as pleasure built fast and hot. “Neteyam—ah—she’ll be back any moment—”
He didn’t slow down, just fucked you deeper, the wet sounds of your bodies meeting filling the small home. His rut was starting to edge in, making his movements a little more urgent, his scent heavier, the base of his cock swelling slightly with each push. “Just a little longer,” he breathed against your lips, eyes half-lidded and dark. “You feel too good.”
The door flap rustled.
Your mother stepped in, basket of seasonings in hand, and dropped it with a sharp clatter. Spices and dried herbs scattered across the floor. “What is going on here!” she cried, voice rising in shock and anger. Her eyes widened at the sight — you on your back with your legs folded high, Neteyam still buried deep inside you, both of you frozen mid motion.
Neteyam pulled out quickly, shielding you as best he could while you scrambled to cover yourself, cheeks burning. Your mother’s face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and fury.
“How dare you do this in my home?” she snapped, stepping forward. “Neteyam, you are the future Olo’eyktan — is this how you show respect? And you—” she turned to you, voice trembling with worry, “—I raised you better than to let this happen when I could walk in at any moment.”
The argument lasted longer than you expected. Your mother paced, gesturing sharply. “Pregnancy is not a game. Your heats are approaching, and his rut is already starting — I can smell it on him. One slip and you will be carrying a child before either of you are ready. I do not want my daughter with child yet. The clan is still recovering. You both have responsibilities, training, duties. This rushing will only bring trouble.”
Neteyam listened quietly, ears low, offering soft apologies when she paused for breath. You sat beside him, mortified but unable to deny the warmth that still lingered between you.
Finally, as the tension eased just a fraction, your mother pointed toward the door. “Neteyam, Out. Both of you need to think about what you are risking.”
On his way out, she stopped Neteyam with a firm look. “It is not respectful to do such activities in my home, Neteyam. Not while I am expected back any moment.”
Neteyam bowed his head slightly, sincere. “I am sorry. It won’t happen again here.” He glanced back at you with a small, secret smile — warm and full of that quiet pining — before slipping out the door and running off toward the village paths.
Your mother watched him go, then turned to you with a long sigh, the anger softening into tired concern. The fish still waited on the table, half prepared, while the scattered seasonings lay forgotten on the floor.
Lowk, I had to do a bit of research on ruts and stuff and it was pretty interesting, I’ve never written anything about this so I’m sorry … please tell me more about ruts and stuff, I would love to write something similar
neteyam gets cuteness aggression when he catches you trying on his clothes
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Neteyam signals his ikran to fly faster. The bonded only shrieks in response as it flaps its wide wings.
So eager to return to his mate’s loving embrace. You must have already returned from your duties as well by this time.
The vision of his lover jumping into his arms plays in his mind as he cuts through the floating rocks of the hallelujah mountains. Perhaps if he asks nicely, you might even massage his stiff shoulders.
When he lands on one of the massive branches of the hometree, his legs move automatically. The path has etched in his mind after years of living together.
Finally, Neteyam steps into the confines of your shared home, his nose immediately fills up with the smell of roasting meat, making Neteyam purr with contentment.
His eyes fall on you, crouching in front of a small fire as you diligently turn the meat so it roasts evenly. You have your back turned to him and he studies the way your tail curls absentmindedly while you hum the melody of one your clan’s songs.
He doesn’t even get the chance to think about sneaking up on you. Because as soon as you get a whiff of his scent, you clumsily turn to face him with a large grin plastered across your face.
Neteyam opens his arms and you crash into his body instantly. Even though it’s only been a couple hours since you last saw each other, he can’t help but rub his cheeks on the top of your head.
When he finally gets his fill, he angles his head and dives in for a kiss.
But instead of feeling the softness of your lips, he is met with the back of your hand as you pull away from him. At first he sees it as just you playing around, but when you reject him for the second time he whines.
His tail twitches restlessly, wondering why you are denying him your love.
“You stink, ma Neteyam” you state, pinching your nose between your fingers.
It is the same story every time.
He was in such a hurry to get to you, he didn’t think of washing himself first. His ears fold back and he looks at you with wide eyes, begging you to take mercy on him. You cross your arms over your chest and tilt your head, quietly asking him if he is trying to defy you.
A soft sigh escapes Neteyam’s lips as he starts to undress defeatedly, looking like a kicked thanator cub.
Before he leaves, he glances at you over his shoulder. “But when I come back I will get as many kisses as I want!”
“Just go!”
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Neteyam sits by a stream not far from the hometree. He starts with his arms and slowly makes his way down, scrubbing his skin to rid himself of the sweat and dirt that has built up on his body throughout the day.
He has to admit, it does feel better when he is finally clean, even the bioluminescent markings on his body seem to glow brighter.
His stomach rumbles, reminding him he still has not eaten anything since returning from the hunt, he knows it’s time to head back.
He smirks, knowing that nothing can stop him from loving you now.
Hurried steps guide him back home.
Droplets of water are still dripping down his body, leaving a wet trail behind him. He did not bother taking an extra cloth to dry himself, leaving the job up to Pandora’s strong sun. With this hot weather, he will be dry in no time.
Neteyam clears his throat, preparing to announce that he is back, but the words die in the back of his mouth. With his ears pointed and tail rigid, he stops in his tracks.
Speechless, he gulps.
You stand in the corner of the room, your pupils dilated. Your tail is tucked between your legs as if you were trying to make yourself smaller or disappear completely.
The cummerbund that fits tightly around his waist, hangs loosely over your hips. You must have been planning on tying one of his armguards around your arm as well, since you are holding the woven piece in your hand.
"You weren't supposed to be back that fast," your voice is high. Still frozen in the act.
Neteyam wants to laugh at the scandalous look on your face. You look as if you were a child caught stealing food from someone’s plate.
He is glad he did not take his sweet time washing himself, otherwise he would be deprived of the delicious sight.
“Is this what you do when I am not around?”
He takes a careful step in your direction, acting as if you would run away if he moved any faster.
“Sometimes..” you trail off, turning to look at the wall, avoiding his gaze, still gripping his armguard so it does not fall on the ground.
Neteyam thinks he might just burst. Heat spreads in his chest and heart skips a beat. His nostrils flare as he draws a sharp breath, amazed by the fact that his lovely mate likes to try on his clothes when he is not home.
Eywa help him. He is never letting this go.
“My sweet yawntu," he coos, extending his arms towards you.
Oh no, you know this look on his face.
There's nothing left for you to do then accept what comes next. You squeeze your eyes in anticipation.
Neteyam moves swiftly.
One of his hands wraps around your shoulders while the other comes up to hold the back of your head as he squishes you against his body. Cradling you so close you feel the vibrations coming from deep in his chest.
He dips his head.
The tips of his sharp fangs graze the side of your face, looking for the perfect spot before he bites the soft skin of your cheek, not hard enough to hurt, but just enough to leave a mark for the next few minutes.
“Gross,” you groan when he swipes his tongue over the same spot, pushing him away, trying to escape.
You stand no chance as he only tightens his grip in response, his fingers clawing into you.
"m gon eat you," he mumbles against your skin, a weak threat. He continues, moving lower, nipping at your neck and then shoulder.
And with the way his tails loops around thigh, you know you are not leaving his grasp any time soon.
⟡ 𑁍ࠬܓ shakes you by the shoulders— JUST LISTEN TO ME!! neteyam who knows you can’t have sex before you’re properly considered mates— surely dry humping doesn’t count though, right?
✶ fem! na’vi reader, not very safe for work, aged up, dry humping, neteyam’s filthy mouth— not that he has any idea what he’s saying really, cumming fast, fluff and smut.
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The forest is quiet.
Neteyam’s laughter is not.
“I do not believe for a second you can lift an ikran with one hand!” Your voice holds poorly contained amusement, and tree bark scapes your arm as you shove Neteyam’s shoulder.
He grins, bright and playful. Neteyam nudges you, tail thumping softly on the ground. “I swear to Eywa I can.” He leans close, lowering his voice as if he’s sharing some big secret. “Your mate to be is stronger than all others in this clan. That is why you chose me, yes?”
You huff and shove his face away. “That is not the only reason,” you tease. “I do not believe it anyways, you cannot even support my weight.”
He gasps in fake offense. “You think of me as weak?” Neteyam pokes you in the ribs. “That I cannot hold my mate?”
You giggle and rise to your knees without thinking, tossing a leg over his hips. As if you own the space, you sit down heavily in his lap.
“Prove it, ma Neteyam.”
Strong hands find your hips, his knees drawing up to cradle you. You shift forward, catching the soft hitch of his breath. Neteyam’s grip tightens— intent on pushing you off, then hesitates and relaxes. “Now you are being unkind, ma sevin,” he protests, voice low and pleading. “Do not do this to me. Not now.”
“Do what?” You murmur, hands settling on Neteyam’s shoulders. One slow grind of your hips has him half hard. His jaw clenches as his head tips against the tree— eyes closed like he’s trying to pray through it.
“I am trying to be worthy of you,” he says through his teeth, lifting his head. His hips jerk, tilting up. One firm hand rests on your lower back. “We should wait—”
“You are already mine, ma Neteyam.” Your forehead drops to his, belly feeling like you’ve swallowed something warm and liquid. “We just have not said it before Eywa yet.”
Your tewng had brushed to the side when you sat down, the only thing separating you now the cloth of his own. His dick is warm through the thin barrier, fully hard and twitching as the rough fabric bunches with your slow grinding.
One of his thighs trembles. His hips push to meet you halfway. You straighten, lashes fluttering as the pressure increases against your clit. “Do you know what you are doing to me?” He breathes. “If we were before Eywa… I would not stop.” His lips part with a low moan, heavy lidded gaze flickering between your face and where you connect.
Fingers skate up your ribs, brushing the sensitive, exposed skin below your breasts before retreating to clutch your waist. Your breaths become uneven, clenching around nothing when the ache to be full makes itself known.
Your palms slide down to his chest, nails digging into sweat damp skin, and you quicken the pace. The hand on your lower back pushes, guiding you with a new sense of urgency.
“Ma yawne— I can’t,” you gasp. “I’m—”
“Close?” He lets out a ragged breath. “So am I.”
Every shift sends shocks of pleasure up your spine. Harsh breathing and the rustle of clothing are all you can hear. Neteyam squeezes your waist, fingers dimpling your skin, and drags you hard along the length of his cock.
The pleasure swells and swells. It peaks— then bursts. Your foreheads come together and you moan his name, thighs shaking. Neteyam stills you as his cock twitches once, twice, three times— grinding up with small jerks of his hips.
His breath stutters in his chest, and he only moans when his body melts beneath you.
Your palm finds the center of his chest, where his heart thunders. It’s gives you an anchor. A point of focus as your breathing slows.
“We should return soon,” you murmur eventually, sitting back in his lap.
Neteyam looks up at you with a wince. “I need to bathe first. You have ruined my tewng.”
a/n: honestly, this is just me coping srry, was supposed to be steamy but i got sad :( so i'll just do the steamy ver for ao'nung
Neteyam can feel your raging presence before he even sees you. The hanging beads at the entrance of your home swaying aggressively as you step inside, tugging at the woven edges of your hunting attire with so much pressure it might snap in half.
He watches you carefully, setting aside the basket full of fruits placed between his legs, opening his mouth slightly ready to ask you what troubles your clearly irritated mind.
Which might have not been such a good idea.
“Don't you dare say anything,” you spit out, bare eyebrows knit together and your fingers pinching the bridge of your nose as you recollect what was supposed to be an easy hunt, but turned out to be disaster due to the young Omaticaya warrior that couldn't keep his recklessness at bay.
And so Neteyam stays quiet, approaching your seething figure with cautious steps while you throw the remains of your gear on the floor, right next to your feet, finally reaching for the knife holder looped around your waist.
Neteyam stops you before you can assault the innocent piece of fabric, his hand sitting atop of yours, intertwining your fingers and leading your hand away from the belt to rest limply against your side. Removing the extra clothing himself, leaving you only in your simple top and loincloth.
You sigh in relief, turning to face him with your ears pressed against the sides of your head and eyes filled with regret. Wishing you could take your harsh words back.
He proves time and time again that he knows you better than you even know yourself, as all it takes for your anger to melt away is the feeling of his reassuring presence and gentle touch, reminding you of the special bond you share.
With a crooked smile plastered across his face, he wipes away the stray tear running down your cheek.
“Would cuddling make my poor mate feel better?” Neteyam asks as his hands come to rest on your cheek with his finger slowly tracing the wet skin. You sniffle, nodding your head a few times as more tears escape your tired eyes.
You stumble when you hit the hammock with the back of your legs.
Neteyam settles on top of you, the heavy weight of his strong body comfortably grounding you into the soft blankets laid out underneath you.
And as time passes and the world around you quiets down, you let your favorite boy do what he does the best, completely surrounding you with his endless love.
First of all, Neteyam was born to be a father,he spent his entire childhood helping raise his siblings, so he’s not clueless.
But because of the pressure Jake put on him, Neteyam is determined to be the gentle parent,he promised himself he would never make his kids feel like they are soldiers.
He is the softest, most patient father on Pandora,it’s actually ridiculous.
During your pregnancy this man is a nervous wreck, he treats you like you are made of glass.
He becomes obsessive about your food, he will hunt for the specific fruit you craved late at night, flying halfway across the islands just to get it because he wants you and the baby to be happy.
He spends hours talking to your bump, juat murmuring prayers, introducing himself, telling the baby how much he loves their mother.
When you give birth Neteyam cries. He tries to be the strong warrior holding your hand breathing with you, but the second he hears that first cry? He’s gone.
When he holds his firstborn for the first time he looks absolutely terrified and completely in love.
After that Neteyam is always literally wearing the baby, he weaves a carrier himself and straps the baby to his chest while he does chores, he loves the feeling of their heartbeat against his.
He wanted a big family, but he also wants to be able to protect them all, so you settle on three children. Two boys and a girl.
The oldest boys look just like him (it reminds him of him and Lo’ak and it stresses him out because he knows the trouble him and his brother caused).
The daughter has him wrapped around her finger, if she asked for the moon, Neteyam would figure out how to get his ikran up there to grab it.
He is not strict, so you end up having to being the “bad cop” because Neteyam cannot say no to those puppy eyes.
Lo’ak is the fun uncle who teaches them bad words, and Neteyam has to sigh and correct them, but he’s secretly laughing.
Time he gets serious is when he teaches them hunting or flying, he is terrified of them getting hurt,he checks their gear ten times,he flies right next to them hovering, his eyes scanning for any danger.
When they succeed (first catch, first bond) he is the loudest one cheering,he swells with so much pride.
Even with kids, he never forgets you,
His love language is touching you. After a long day of parenting and warrior duties, he just needs to be near you.
At night, when the kids are finally asleep, he collapses onto the mat next to you and buries his face in your neck breathing your scent.
“You are doing so well” he tells you constantly,he validates you,he worships the ground you walk on because you gave him this family.
He’s also very protective of your time, if he ever sees you’re overwhelmed, he scoops up the kids and says, "We are going fishing Mommy needs rest “And he takes them away for the whole afternoon so you can sleep or just exist in peace.
Family naps are must (when the kids are still little) a giant pile of limbs and tails in huge hammock ,Neteyam is always at the bottom of the pile, holding everyone, looking up at the sky with a soft smile like, Yeah,this is it,this is what i fought for, i’m happy.
can we please get one where neteyam becomes olo’eyktan and the reader is promised to him but they just can’t wait?
- an: i’ve had a few more neteyam requests but this one has been more specific so i figured i’d kill a few birds with one stone, thank you sm for sending in this request and i love that you like my reading so much hahaha!!
⤷ neteyam x fem!promisedmate!omaticaya reader
- an: not proof read.
- cw: lower caps intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, established relationship, both parties are inexperienced and virgins, oral (f!receiving), brief fingering, ground humping, oral (m!receiving), neteyam’s a bit whiny/needy, reader is teasing, let me know if i’ve missed out on anything!
- wc: 7.1k
- summary: neteyam has waited for you as long as you've waited for him. but after his ceremony as olo'eyktan, neither of you can pretend to wait any longer. the tension finally breaks after you and neteyam sneak away quietly towards a secluded clearing beneath bioluminescent trees.
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the ceremonial fires cast dancing shadows across neteyam's face as he kneels before the gathered clan, and you cannot look away.
you've known this day would come since you were both barely more than children, since your parents and his agreed that you would one day stand beside him as tsahìk when he became olo'eyktan. you've trained together, hunted together, shared secrets beneath the bioluminescent canopy of eywa's forest. you know the scar on his shoulder from a thanator's claw, the way his jaw tightens when he's uncertain but won't show it, how his laugh sounds in the quiet moments when duty doesn't weigh so heavily on him.
but you've never had him. not fully. not in the way your body has been crying out for these past months.
the elders' voices rise in the ancient songs as they paint the ceremonial marks across his chest and arms, white clay mixed with sacred oils, symbols of leadership and protection. each stroke of their fingers seems to take an eternity. your own skin prickles with heat despite the cool evening air, remembering the stolen touches you've shared: his hand lingering at the small of your back, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, that one night when you'd pressed against each other in the darkness and felt every hard plane of his body against yours before he'd pulled away, breathing hard, reminding you both that tradition demanded you wait.
wait until after his ceremony. wait until after your mating ceremony before eywa.
but waiting has become its own exquisite torture.
neteyam's eyes find yours across the ceremonial circle, and even in the firelight, you can see the gold flecks in them. his gaze holds yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch, makes heat pool low in your belly. you see it there, the same hunger you feel, barely restrained beneath his ceremonial composure. his tail flicks once, twice, a tell you've learned to read.
he wants you too. desperately.
the ceremony continues. his father, jake sully, toruk makto and the olo'eyktan who led the people through war, places his hands on neteyam's shoulders. the words he speaks are in the old tongue, passed down through generations of leaders. you understand them, have studied them as you've studied everything required of a future tsahìk, "you are no longer only a son. you are father to the people. you are their shield and their spear. you are the strength of eywa's will."
neteyam responds in a voice steady and strong, accepting the weight of leadership, and pride swells in your chest alongside the desire. this is the man you will bind yourself to. strong, honorable, worthy of the people's trust.
and tonight, after the celebration, after the clan has drunk their fill of pongu pongu and the elders have retired, you will finally have a moment alone with him. not for the full mating, that sacred bond before eywa must still wait for the proper ceremony. but perhaps.. perhaps some of this aching tension can finally find release.
the thought makes your skin flush, tingling with anticipation.
the ceremony concludes with a great cry from the gathered omaticaya. neteyam rises, now olo'eyktan, and the people surge forward to celebrate. but his eyes never leave yours as he moves through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, each step bringing him closer to where you stand.
your heart pounds against your ribs like a drum.
the celebration erupts around you like a living thing, drums pounding, voices raised in song, bodies swaying in traditional dances that honor the new olo'eyktan. you’re swept into the festivities, expected to stand at neteyam's side as his promised mate, to smile and accept the clan's blessings for your future union.
but every moment feels like torture.
neteyam's hand finds the small of your back as an elder approaches, the touch seemingly innocent, appropriate even. but his fingers press just a fraction too firmly, his thumb tracing a small circle against your skin that makes your breath catch. when you glance up at him, his expression remains perfectly composed as he speaks with the elder, but there's a tightness around his eyes, a tension in his jaw that you've learned to read.
he’s struggling too.
"the people are blessed to have such a strong olo'eyktan," you murmur when the elder moves away, your voice lower than necessary. "and i am blessed to be promised to him."
his hand flexes against your back. "you test my patience, yawntutsyìp," he breathes, the endearment rough with barely restrained want. "standing here looking at me like that."
"like what?" you're playing with fire and you know it.
"like you want me to forget every rule, every tradition, and take you right here before eywa and everyone."
heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly. your stomach tingles so intensely it almost aches. "perhaps i do."
a muscle jumps in his jaw. someone calls his name, another well-wisher, and he's forced to turn away, but not before his fingers trail deliberately down your spine, leaving fire in their wake.
the celebration continues. you’re separated by the crowd, by duty, by the endless stream of clan members wanting to honor their new leader. but your eyes find each other constantly across the gathering. when you're pulled into a dance, his gaze tracks your every movement, dark and hungry. when he's offered pongu pongu, his lips wrap around the cup's edge and you remember the feel of those lips against your neck during stolen moments before, and you have to look away before you do something reckless.
the night stretches on endlessly. your skin feels too tight, too hot despite the cool evening air. every accidental brush of his body against yours when the crowd presses close feels electric, significant. at one point, he leans down to whisper something about the celebration in your ear, and his breath against your skin makes you shiver so visibly that he notices, his hand coming up to steady you at your waist.
"are you well?" he asks, concern flickering across his features even as his fingers dig into your hip with barely restrained need.
"no," you admit quietly, honestly. "i need.. neteyam.."
"i know." his voice is strained. "i know, paskalin. soon."
but soon feels impossible when every nerve in your body is screaming for his touch.
finally.. finally, the elders begin to retire. the celebration mellows, some clan members drifting away to their homes, others settling into quieter conversations around the dying fires. neteyam catches your eye across the gathering, and something passes between you. an understanding. a decision.
he makes his excuses gracefully, as befitting a new olo'eyktan who has endured a long ceremony. no one questions when you slip away moments later, taking a different path into the forest.
your feet know where to take you, a place you've met before in secret, a small clearing near one of the sacred paths to the tree of souls. secluded enough for privacy, but close enough to the people's territory to remain proper. or as proper as this can be.
when you arrive, he's already there, pacing like a palulukan in a cage. the moment he sees you, he goes still.
you're both breathing hard despite the short walk. the bioluminescent forest glows softly around you, painting his skin in shades of blue and purple, making his eyes seem to burn in the darkness.
"we should not," he says, but he's already moving toward you. "the ceremony is not complete. we are not yet-"
"i know what we are not yet," you interrupt, closing the distance between you. "but i know what we are. what we have been promised to be. and i cannot wait another moment neteyam."
your hand reaches up, fingers trembling as they trace the line of his jaw. he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch like a man starving, and when they open again, any pretense of restraint has shattered.
"eywa help me," he breathes, and then his hands are in your hair, tilting your face up to his. "i am yours. i have always been yours."
the first touch of his lips against yours steals the breath from your lungs.
it’s not gentle, there's too much pent-up longing for gentleness. his mouth claims yours with a hunger that makes your knees weak, and you press into him, fingers curling into the intricate beadwork of his olo'eyktan ceremonial collar. he tastes like the sweet juice from the celebration and something uniquely him, and you've imagined this so many times but nothing prepared you for the reality.
when you part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, both of you panting.
"i have wanted this," he confesses, voice rough. "every time i saw you, every moment we were together, i wanted to touch you like this. to kiss you. to-" he breaks off, jaw clenching.
"i know," you whisper, running your hands up his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms. "i know, neteyam. i’ve felt the same. watching you, being near you but not able to.." your tail wraps around his leg unconsciously, seeking contact. "it's been torture."
he makes a sound low in his throat and captures your mouth again, deeper this time. his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you open for him eagerly, the kiss turning molten. one of his hands slides from your hair down your spine, pressing you closer until you're flush against him, and you can feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of his skin through the thin ceremonial cloth.
your fingers find the base of his queue and he shudders, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"careful," he warns, but his voice is strained, wanting. "if you touch me there-"
"i want to touch you everywhere," you admit, emboldened by the darkness and the way he's looking at you like you're something sacred. "i want to know every part of you."
his ears flatten back, then flick forward, and you realize he's trying to maintain control. "we should slow down," he says, but even as he speaks, his hands are moving, one sliding up your side, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. "the ceremony.. we should wait-"
"we've waited long enough." you kiss along his jaw, down to where his pulse beats rapidly in his throat, and feel him tremble. "haven't we earned this? just.. just this much?"
"yes," he breathes, tilting his head back to give you better access. "eywa, yes."
your hands explore the expanse of his back, tracing the patterns of his stripes, feeling the flex of muscle beneath skin. he’s so warm, so solid, and every touch makes you want more. his tail has wound around yours, the intimate gesture making you tingle with awareness and anticipation.
when you press your lips to the hollow of his throat, he groans and suddenly you're moving. he's walking you backward until your back meets the smooth bark of a tree, bioluminescent moss glowing brighter at the contact. his body cages you in, and the position makes you acutely aware of every point where you touch.
"tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, but his hands are sliding down to your hips, gripping firmly. "tell me we should wait for the proper ceremony."
"i don't want you to stop." your hands find the ties of his ceremonial top and he catches your wrists, holding them gently but firmly.
"not yet," he says, and there's something in his voice, a thread of control barely holding. "if we.. i want to savor this. savour you." he brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your palm, then your wrist, and the tenderness of it makes your chest ache. "i have dreamed of this night. of you. i will not rush it."
the declaration makes heat pool low in your belly. you pull one hand free and cup his face, bringing his gaze to yours. "i see you.. i love you," you tell him, the words you've held back for so long finally free. "not because we were promised. because of who you are. because you are good and strong and-"
he kisses you again, softer this time but no less intense, and you can feel the emotion in it. "i love you, i see you," he murmurs against your lips. "my mate. my heart."
the word 'mate' sends a thrill through you even though the bond isn't complete. his hands slide under the edge of your top, palms hot against your bare skin, and you arch into the touch. he explores slowly, reverently, mapping the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, and everywhere he touches feels like it's burning.
your own hands find the ties at his shoulder and this time he doesn't stop you as you loosen them, sliding the fabric aside to expose more of his chest. the bioluminescent freckles scattered across his skin seem to glow brighter, and you trace patterns between them with your fingertips, feeling him shudder.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, and he makes a sound that's half-laugh, half-groan.
"that is what i should be saying to you." his hands slide higher, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts, and your breath catches. "you are... eywa, you are everything."
the forest seems to pulse around you, the sacred energy of this place mixing with your own, and you know you're approaching a precipice. your queue is hypersensitive, tingling with the need to connect, and from the way neteyam's breathing has gone ragged, you know he feels it too.
"neteyam," you breathe, not sure if it's a plea or a prayer.
he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes closed, clearly fighting for control. "i know," he says roughly. "i feel it too. but we should.. we need.."
but neither of you moves to stop. his mouth crashes against yours again, with a hunger that steals your breath. this kiss is nothing like the careful ones before, this is need made manifest, desire finally unleashed. his tongue slides against yours and you taste the sweetness of the ceremonial drink on his lips.
your hands move to his chest, feeling the rapid thunder of his heartbeat beneath your palms. the ceremonial paint is still there, slightly tacky against your fingertips as you trace the patterns across his heated skin. he groans into your mouth at the touch, his own hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
you can feel him, all of him, hard and wanting against your stomach, and the knowledge that you affect him this way sends liquid heat pooling low in your belly.
"i need.." he gasps against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours. "i need to see you. all of you. please."
his hands are already at the ties of your ceremonial top, fingers fumbling slightly with urgency. you reach up to help him, and together you loosen the intricate knots. the fabric falls away, baring your breasts to the cool night air and his burning gaze.
"eywa," he breathes, reverent. his eyes trace over you like a physical touch, taking in the bioluminescent freckles that dust your skin, glowing softly in patterns unique to you. "you are.. you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen."
his hands come up slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you don't want to stop anything. when his palms finally cup your breasts, you both shudder. his thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp, arching into his touch.
"so soft," he murmurs, almost to himself. he leans down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down your sternum, learning the taste of your skin. when his mouth closes around one peaked nipple, your knees nearly buckle.
your hands fly to his shoulders for support, nails digging into the firm muscle there. he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and harder suction that makes you whimper. your tail wraps around his leg instinctively, pulling him closer.
"neteyam," you breathe, and his ears flick toward you at the sound of his name in your pleasure-roughened voice. "your turn. i want to see you too."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, straightening to look at you. his pupils are blown wide, nearly eclipsing the amber of his eyes. with slightly shaking hands, you reach for the ornamental belt at his waist, the one marking his new status as olo'eyktan.
you unfasten it carefully, setting it aside with the reverence it deserves, before your fingers find the ties of his loincloth. he watches your face as you work, his breathing harsh and uneven.
when the fabric falls away, you can't help but stare. he’s beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth blue skin, bioluminescent freckles creating constellations across his chest, his abdomen, trailing down to where he stands proud and hard for you. his cock is flushed darker, the bioluminescence there pulsing faintly with his heartbeat.
"can i.." you start, reaching out tentatively.
"yes," he hisses. "please, yes."
your fingers wrap around him and he makes a sound you've never heard before, desperate and raw. he’s hot in your hand, silky skin over rigid flesh, and when you stroke experimentally, his hips jerk forward.
"careful," he grits out, his hand coming to still yours. "i am.. it has been only my own hand, and you.. you undo me completely."
the confession makes your core clench with want. you lean up to kiss him again, softer this time, pouring affection into it along with desire. his tail wraps around your thigh, the touch intimate and possessive.
"lie down with me," he murmurs against your lips, already guiding you down to the soft moss. he positions himself above you, taking his weight on his forearms, and for a moment you just look at each other, really look, taking in every detail.
his hand trails down your side, over the curve of your hip, fingers playing with the ties of your own loincloth. "may i?"
"yes," you whisper. "yes, neteyam. i want you to touch me."
he removes the last barrier between you with careful reverence, and then you're both bare beneath eywa's stars, skin to skin, nothing left to hide.
his eyes travel down your body with something like awe, and you feel suddenly exposed in a way that has nothing to do with nakedness. your hands move instinctively to cover yourself, but he catches them gently.
"don't," he breathes. "you are.. i have imagined this, but you are more beautiful than any dream."
the sincerity in his voice makes your eyes sting. "i’m nervous," you admit, the words tumbling out. "i want this.. want you.. but i don't know.."
"i know." he brings your knuckles to his lips. "i am nervous too. we will learn together, yes?"
you nod, and he shifts his weight to one arm, his free hand hovering over your stomach. "tell me if anything is too much. or not enough. tell me what you need."
his palm settles warm against your belly, and you suck in a breath at the contact. he moves slowly, reverently, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your navel, learning the landscape of your body. when his fingers brush the underside of your breast, you both freeze.
"is this.. can i?" his voice is rough, strained.
"yes," you manage, and his hand cups you fully, thumb sweeping over your nipple. the sensation shoots straight through you and you arch into his touch with a gasp.
"you like that," he observes, wonder in his tone. he does it again, watching your face intently, cataloging every reaction. when he lowers his head to replace his thumb with his mouth, you cry out, fingers tangling in his braids.
the wet heat of his tongue, the gentle suction, it's overwhelming. your hips lift of their own accord, seeking friction, and you feel him hard and heavy against your thigh.
"neteyam," you whimper. "i need.. i don't know what i need."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, pressing kisses across your chest, your ribs, your stomach. "let me try something. stop me if you want me to stop."
his hands slide down to your thighs, and your breath catches as you realize his intention. he spreads you open carefully, settling between your legs, and the vulnerability of the position makes your heart race.
"beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself. then his fingers are there, parting your folds with tentative curiosity, and you nearly come off the ground at the contact.
you let out a soft moan, you can't form words, can only feel as he explores you with careful touches, finding where you're slick and hot and aching.
"here?" he asks, circling a spot that makes you see stars. "does this feel good?"
"yes.. great mother, yes-"
he makes a pleased sound, growing bolder, one finger pressing carefully inside you. the intrusion is strange at first, a stretch and fullness you've never felt, but then he crooks his finger and pleasure sparks up your spine.
"you're so tight," he breathes, working his finger deeper. "so warm. i can feel you clenching around me."
the words make you clench harder and he groans, his hips grinding against the moss beneath him. he adds a second finger and you whimper at the stretch, your body adjusting to accommodate him.
"too much?" he asks immediately, stilling.
"no, no, it's good. keep going. please keep going."
he does, establishing a rhythm, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves that makes your vision blur. you're making sounds you've never made before, shameless and desperate, and you can feel something building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter.
"i want to taste you," he says suddenly, and before you can process the words, his mouth is on you.
the sensation is indescribable, his tongue where his thumb had been, his fingers still moving inside you, the vibration of his groan against your most sensitive flesh. your hands fly to his head, holding him there, and he responds with enthusiasm, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you writhe.
his hips move against the moss in desperate, involuntary thrusts, seeking friction he can't find. you can sense him hard and aching against the ground, his whole body tense with need as he loses himself in you. his tail lashes wildly, the bioluminescent spots along its length flaring brighter with each sound you make. he groans against you, deep, needy sounds that vibrate through your core, and you realise he's close, so impossibly close just from tasting you, from hearing the way you fall apart for him.
"neteyam.. " you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair.
he responds by pressing deeper, his fingers curling inside you as his hips grind harder against the moss. his breathing is ragged, almost frantic, and you can feel him trembling against you. he’s completely undone by this, by you, and the knowledge that he's on the verge of coming just from pleasuring you sends another wave of heat through your body. his ears are pinned back, his muscles corded tight, and when you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he fights for control.
"don't stop," you whisper, and he makes a sound like he's in pain, beautiful, desperate pain.
"neteyam.." you mutter breathlessly, something's happening, i feel.. "
"let go," he urges against you. "i have you. let go, yawntutsyìp."
the endearment breaks something in you and you shatter, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you think you might die from it. he works you through it, gentling his touches as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.
when you can finally breathe again, you find him watching you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with evidence of what he's done.
"that was.." you can't finish the sentence.
"perfect," he supplies, crawling back up your body. "you are perfect."
you can taste yourself when you kiss him, strange and intimate, and you feel him hard and insistent against your hip. you hand finds him again and he shudders.
"your turn," you whisper, and his eyes flutter closed.
"you don't have to-"
"i want to." you stroke him firmly and he bites back a moan. "show me. tell me what you like."
his hand covers yours, adjusting your grip, guiding the rhythm. "like this-ah.. tighter, yes, just like that-"
you watch his face as you touch him, fascinated by every expression that crosses it. pleasure, strain, desperate need. his hips move with your strokes, seeking more, and you can feel him getting harder, his breathing ragged.
"i won't last," he grits out. "you feel too good, i can't.."
you kiss along his jaw, and instead of continuing, you ease your grip, and he makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp as you gently push him onto his back.
"wait, what are you.."
"my turn to explore," you murmur, settling beside him, your hand trailing up his chest. "you took your time with me. it’s only fair."
his chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your palm, his heart racing. "i don't think i can.. you're going to kill me."
"then i’ll kill you slowly." you lean down to kiss his collarbone, feeling him shudder. your fingers trace the bioluminescent patterns across his chest, following the lines down to his abdomen. the glow brighter under your touch, pulsing with his quickened heartbeat.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, mapping every plane and curve of his body. his muscles jump and flex beneath your exploration, his tail thrashing against the moss. when your fingers brush over his nipple, he arches with a sharp intake of breath.
"sensitive?" you ask, doing it again, and he nods frantically.
"everything.. everything feels too much right now."
you kiss down his chest, following the path your hands traced, tasting salt and something uniquely him. his abs contract as your lips move lower, his breathing growing more ragged with each inch you descend.
"yawne, please.." his voice breaks on the word.
"please what?" you look up at him from where you've paused just above where he needs you most. his pupils are blown wide, his ears pinned back, his whole body taut with anticipation.
"i need.. i don't know, i just need-"
you wrap your hand around him again and he nearly comes off the ground, his hips jerking up involuntarily. "this?"
"yes.. oh, eywa." he groaned.
he's hot and hard in your grip, velvet-soft skin over rigid heat, and you're fascinated by the weight of him, the way he pulses against your palm. you stroke him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his hips chase your touch.
"you're so hard," you murmur, watching your hand move over him. "does it hurt?"
"yes.. no. i.. i don't-" he can't seem to form coherent thoughts. "don't stop, please don't stop."
but you do slow down, gentling your touch until he's writhing beneath you, his hands fisting in the moss.
"why." he gasps out.
"because i want to learn every part of you first." you lean down, and his whole body goes rigid with anticipation. "tell me if this is too much."
the first touch of your tongue makes him cry out, his tail lashing violently. he tastes clean and slightly bitter, the skin impossibly soft against your lips. you explore him carefully, paying attention to every sound he makes, every twitch and shudder.
his hand comes to your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor. "your mouth is so warm, so perfect-"
you take him deeper and he moans, long and broken, his hips trembling with the effort of holding still. his bioluminescence is flaring bright now, patterns pulsing rapidly across his skin, and you can feel him getting impossibly harder.
"i’m close," he warns, voice strained. "i’m so close, if you keep.."
you pull back, replacing your mouth with slow, gentle strokes of your hand, and he makes a sound between a sob and a laugh.
"you're torturing me."
"i’m savouring you," you correct, kissing his hip, his thigh, anywhere but where he desperately wants your mouth. "there's a difference."
"i'm going to die," he gasps. "you're going to kill me and i’m going to die happy."
you smile against his skin. "not yet." your hand moves over him again, building the rhythm back up, and his whole body goes taut. "tell me how it feels."
"like.. like lightning," he manages. "like fire. like i’m going to burst apart." his voice drops to a desperate whisper. "please, yawne, i need.."
you take him in your mouth again and he groans, his back arching, his hand tightening in your hair. you can feel him throbbing, right on the edge, his whole body trembling.
and you slow down again, just enough to keep him hovering there, not quite enough to push him over.
"no! no, please, i was so close-" he’s begging now, shameless, his hips trying to thrust up for more friction. "please, i need to..i can't take anymore."
"yes, you can," you murmur, your hand moving in long, slow strokes that make him whimper. "just a little longer. i want to feel you completely desperate for me."
you build him up again, faster this time, your mouth and hand working together until he's gasping your name like a prayer, his bioluminescence blazing, his whole body drawn tight as a bow. you can feel him right there, right on the precipice.
and this time, you don't stop.
his reaction is immediate and devastating. his back arches completely off the moss, his hips jerking up as he comes with a broken cry of your name. his hand fists in your hair, not pulling but holding on like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. his other hand claws at the moss beneath him, tearing it loose. his tail goes completely rigid before wrapping tight around your arm, trembling violently.
you can feel him pulsing in your mouth, hot and overwhelming, and you keep going, drawing it out, taking everything he has to give.
his bioluminescence flares bright, patterns racing across his skin like lightning, and the taste of him floods your senses, something that makes you moan around him.
"oh.. oh eywa." he’s shaking now, his whole body trembling as wave after wave crashes through him. his thighs are quaking on either side of you, every muscle in his abdomen clenched tight, and he keeps gasping your name between broken moans that sound almost like sobs.
you gentle your movements as he starts to come down, but you don't stop completely, drawing out every last aftershock until he's whimpering, oversensitive and overwhelmed. only then do you release him, pressing soft kisses to his hip, his stomach, anywhere you can reach.
"come here," he gasps, his voice wrecked. "please, i need.. come here.. "
you crawl up his body and he immediately pulls you down into a desperate kiss, his arms wrapping around you so tight you can barely breathe. he’s still trembling, still catching his breath, he kisses you like he's trying to pour everything he feels into it.
when you finally break apart, he buries his face in your neck, his chest heaving. "i..that was.. " he laughs breathlessly, the sound shaky. "i did not last long at all. i’m sorry, i.. "
"don't apologise," you murmur, running your fingers through his braids. "that was perfect. you were perfect."
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, his pupils blown wide. "i have never felt anything like that in my life." his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "but i want-" he swallows hard, his gaze dropping to your lips, then lower. "-i want to be inside you. i want to feel you around me. i want.." his voice drops to a whisper. "i want everything with you."
the heat that had dimmed slightly roars back to life in your belly. you can feel him already starting to harden again against your thigh, his recovery quick, his desire for you apparently endless.
"then take me," you whisper against his lips.
he kisses you again, deep and slow, before settling between your legs. his hands are trembling slightly as he positions himself, and you can see the mixture of desire and nervousness in his eyes, the weight of this moment settling over both of you.
"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. one hand comes up to cup your face while the other braces beside your head. "tell me if.. if i need to stop. promise me."
"i promise," you breathe, reaching up to touch his face, tracing the bioluminescent freckles that glow brighter with his arousal. "i trust you, neteyam."
he lines himself up, and you feel the blunt pressure of him against your entrance. your breath catches, he feels bigger like this, the reality of what's about to happen suddenly very present. but you want this. you want him.
he pushes forward slowly, so slowly, and you feel the initial stretch as he begins to enter you. it’s not painful yet, just intense, a fullness, a pressure that makes you gasp.
"okay?" he asks immediately, freezing in place. his whole body is tense, trembling with the effort of holding still. "should i-"
"keep going," you whisper, your hands sliding down to grip his shoulders. "just.. slowly."
he nods, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he pushes in another inch. the stretch intensifies, becoming uncomfortable, a burning sensation that makes you wince slightly. he sees it immediately, his eyes going wide with concern.
"i’m hurting you."
"no, don't stop," you say quickly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "it’s just.. it's a lot. but i want this. i want you. please, neteyam."
he takes a shaky breath and continues, moving so carefully it must be torture for him. another inch, and you can't help the small sound of discomfort that escapes. the pressure is overwhelming, the stretch bordering on painful as your body tries to accommodate him.
"breathe," he murmurs against your lips, his own breathing ragged. "breathe with me, yawntutsyìp."
you do, matching your breaths to his, and it helps. slowly, incrementally, he pushes deeper. the discomfort is still there, but underneath it you can feel something else building, a different kind of intensity, a fullness that's starting to feel right.
"almost," he gasps, and you can hear the strain in his voice, see it in every line of his body. his tail has wrapped around your thigh, holding you close, and his bioluminescence is flaring bright, pulsing in waves. "just a little more.. eywa.." he groans.
and then he's fully inside you, buried to the hilt, and you both go completely still.
the sensation is overwhelming. you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, every nerve ending alive and singing. the discomfort is still there but fading, being replaced by something deeper, a sense of completion, of rightness, of finally being joined with him in the most intimate way possible.
you suck in a breath, your eyes fluttering closed. "teyam.."
"i know," he gasps against your neck, his whole body shaking. "i know. you feel-" he breaks off with a shuddering breath. "so tight. so warm. i feel like i’m going to come apart."
his forehead presses against yours, and you open your eyes to find him staring at you with such intensity, such love, that it steals your breath. your bioluminescence is pulsing in perfect sync with his, your hearts beating together, your breaths mingling.
"i love you," he whispers, his voice breaking. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," you manage, your hands coming up to frame his face. "move ‘teyam."
he pulls back slowly, so slowly, and the drag of him inside you makes you gasp. the discomfort has faded almost entirely now, replaced by a building pleasure that makes your toes curl. when he pushes back in, you moan, your back arching.
"good?" he asks, his voice strained.
"yes," you breathe. "yes, don't stop."
he establishes a rhythm, slow and careful, each thrust deliberate. his tail tightens around your thigh, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he moves. the pleasure builds with each stroke, the initial pain now just a memory as your body adjusts to him, welcomes him.
"you're perfect," he gasps, his movements becoming slightly less controlled. "so perfect. i never want this to end."
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle makes you both cry out. he’s hitting that spot inside you that sends sparks of pleasure through your entire body, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, making each thrust easier, smoother.
"faster," you whisper, your nails dragging down his back.
he complies, his hips snapping forward with more force, and the pleasure intensifies. you’re both lost in it now, in the rhythm, in the sensation of your bodies moving together. his tail wraps tighter, his hand grips harder, and you can feel him everywhere, inside you, around you, consuming you completely.
the pleasure builds higher, tighter, coiling in your core like a spring wound too tight. neteyam's movements become more desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. you can feel him trembling, feel how close he is, and you're right there with him, teetering on the edge of something vast and overwhelming.
your queue tingles where it rests against your shoulder, the sensation suddenly impossible to ignore. without thinking, your hand reaches back, fingers wrapping around the end of your braid. the moment you touch it, neteyam's eyes snap to yours.
"yes," he mumbles, and his own hand moves to his queue, bringing it forward between your bodies.
"the bond," you whisper, your heart hammering. "neteyam, if we do this.."
"i know." his voice is fierce, certain, even as his body continues moving inside you. "i know what it means. i want it. i want you. forever."
the weight of it settles over you, this is permanent, sacred, the most profound connection two na'vi can share. but there's no hesitation in your heart, no doubt. only certainty, only love, only the desperate need to be his completely.
"forever," you agree, and bring your queue forward to meet his.
the tendrils emerge, pink and seeking, reaching for each other with an eagerness that mirrors your own desperation. when they touch, you both gasp. the tendrils intertwine, wrapping around each other in an intricate dance, and then.
the bond completes.
the sensation is beyond anything you could have imagined. it’s like being struck by lightning and submerged in warm water simultaneously, like every nerve in your body igniting at once. suddenly you can feel everything, not just your own pleasure, but his.
you feel how tight you are around him, how perfect, the wet heat gripping him with each thrust. you feel his pleasure building, the tension coiling in his lower belly, the overwhelming sensation of being inside you. you feel his love for you, vast and consuming, and his awe at this moment, at you, at the bond forming between you.
and he feels you. the fullness, the stretch, the way he hits that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. he feels your love for him, fierce and unwavering. he feels how safe you feel with him, how cherished, how completely undone you are by his touch.
the doubled sensation is overwhelming. every thrust is magnified, felt from both sides. you feel yourself clenching around him while simultaneously feeling that tightness gripping him. the pleasure feeds back on itself, building exponentially, and you're both crying out, your bioluminescence flaring in perfect synchronization, patterns of light dancing across your skin in matched rhythm.
"fuck.." neteyam's voice breaks, his movements becoming erratic. "i can feel.. you feel so-"
"don't stop," you gasp, because you can feel how close he is, and that sensation combined with your own pleasure is pushing you rapidly toward the edge. "neteyam, i’m going to-"
"together," he manages, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing. "come with me, yawne. let me feel it."
he thrusts deeper, harder, and through the bond you feel his control shatter at the same moment yours does. the orgasm crashes over you both simultaneously, and the sensation is indescribable. you feel your own body clenching and pulsing around him while feeling his release, the overwhelming pleasure of his climax, the way you grip him as he spills inside you. it’s doubled, mirrored, infinite. his pleasure feeding yours feeding his in an endless loop that seems to go on forever.
you're both crying out, your voices mingling, your bodies trembling violently.
your bond. your souls are intertwined.
when it finally subsides, you're both shaking, gasping for breath, clinging to each other like you might drift away if you let go. neteyam collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the soft moss, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.
through the bond, you feel his overwhelming emotion. joy, love, awe, and a bone-deep satisfaction that mirrors your own. you feel his racing heart, his trembling muscles, his complete contentment.
"we're mated," he whispers against your neck, his voice full of wonder. "truly mated. you're mine, and i’m yours, before eywa."
you're bound now, forever, your souls connected in a way that can never be undone. and you've never been more certain of anything in your life.
"before eywa.. forever," you whisper back, and through the bond, he feels the absolute truth of it.
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hii! this kinda sucks ass in my opinion but i do hope it’s good enough and enjoyable enough for you guys :)) thank you sm for the request and as always any support towards my work is very appreciated.
i wish whoever is reading this a good rest of your day, thank you! - maya 🪼
can we please get one where neteyam becomes olo’eyktan and the reader is promised to him but they just can’t wait?
- an: i’ve had a few more neteyam requests but this one has been more specific so i figured i’d kill a few birds with one stone, thank you sm for sending in this request and i love that you like my reading so much hahaha!!
⤷ neteyam x fem!promisedmate!omaticaya reader
- an: not proof read.
- cw: lower caps intended, aged up!neteyam, smut, p in v, established relationship, both parties are inexperienced and virgins, oral (f!receiving), brief fingering, ground humping, oral (m!receiving), neteyam’s a bit whiny/needy, reader is teasing, let me know if i’ve missed out on anything!
- wc: 7.1k
- summary: neteyam has waited for you as long as you've waited for him. but after his ceremony as olo'eyktan, neither of you can pretend to wait any longer. the tension finally breaks after you and neteyam sneak away quietly towards a secluded clearing beneath bioluminescent trees.
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the ceremonial fires cast dancing shadows across neteyam's face as he kneels before the gathered clan, and you cannot look away.
you've known this day would come since you were both barely more than children, since your parents and his agreed that you would one day stand beside him as tsahìk when he became olo'eyktan. you've trained together, hunted together, shared secrets beneath the bioluminescent canopy of eywa's forest. you know the scar on his shoulder from a thanator's claw, the way his jaw tightens when he's uncertain but won't show it, how his laugh sounds in the quiet moments when duty doesn't weigh so heavily on him.
but you've never had him. not fully. not in the way your body has been crying out for these past months.
the elders' voices rise in the ancient songs as they paint the ceremonial marks across his chest and arms, white clay mixed with sacred oils, symbols of leadership and protection. each stroke of their fingers seems to take an eternity. your own skin prickles with heat despite the cool evening air, remembering the stolen touches you've shared: his hand lingering at the small of your back, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw, that one night when you'd pressed against each other in the darkness and felt every hard plane of his body against yours before he'd pulled away, breathing hard, reminding you both that tradition demanded you wait.
wait until after his ceremony. wait until after your mating ceremony before eywa.
but waiting has become its own exquisite torture.
neteyam's eyes find yours across the ceremonial circle, and even in the firelight, you can see the gold flecks in them. his gaze holds yours with an intensity that makes your breath catch, makes heat pool low in your belly. you see it there, the same hunger you feel, barely restrained beneath his ceremonial composure. his tail flicks once, twice, a tell you've learned to read.
he wants you too. desperately.
the ceremony continues. his father, jake sully, toruk makto and the olo'eyktan who led the people through war, places his hands on neteyam's shoulders. the words he speaks are in the old tongue, passed down through generations of leaders. you understand them, have studied them as you've studied everything required of a future tsahìk, "you are no longer only a son. you are father to the people. you are their shield and their spear. you are the strength of eywa's will."
neteyam responds in a voice steady and strong, accepting the weight of leadership, and pride swells in your chest alongside the desire. this is the man you will bind yourself to. strong, honorable, worthy of the people's trust.
and tonight, after the celebration, after the clan has drunk their fill of pongu pongu and the elders have retired, you will finally have a moment alone with him. not for the full mating, that sacred bond before eywa must still wait for the proper ceremony. but perhaps.. perhaps some of this aching tension can finally find release.
the thought makes your skin flush, tingling with anticipation.
the ceremony concludes with a great cry from the gathered omaticaya. neteyam rises, now olo'eyktan, and the people surge forward to celebrate. but his eyes never leave yours as he moves through the crowd, accepting congratulations and well-wishes, each step bringing him closer to where you stand.
your heart pounds against your ribs like a drum.
the celebration erupts around you like a living thing, drums pounding, voices raised in song, bodies swaying in traditional dances that honor the new olo'eyktan. you’re swept into the festivities, expected to stand at neteyam's side as his promised mate, to smile and accept the clan's blessings for your future union.
but every moment feels like torture.
neteyam's hand finds the small of your back as an elder approaches, the touch seemingly innocent, appropriate even. but his fingers press just a fraction too firmly, his thumb tracing a small circle against your skin that makes your breath catch. when you glance up at him, his expression remains perfectly composed as he speaks with the elder, but there's a tightness around his eyes, a tension in his jaw that you've learned to read.
he’s struggling too.
"the people are blessed to have such a strong olo'eyktan," you murmur when the elder moves away, your voice lower than necessary. "and i am blessed to be promised to him."
his hand flexes against your back. "you test my patience, yawntutsyìp," he breathes, the endearment rough with barely restrained want. "standing here looking at me like that."
"like what?" you're playing with fire and you know it.
"like you want me to forget every rule, every tradition, and take you right here before eywa and everyone."
heat floods through you, pooling low in your belly. your stomach tingles so intensely it almost aches. "perhaps i do."
a muscle jumps in his jaw. someone calls his name, another well-wisher, and he's forced to turn away, but not before his fingers trail deliberately down your spine, leaving fire in their wake.
the celebration continues. you’re separated by the crowd, by duty, by the endless stream of clan members wanting to honor their new leader. but your eyes find each other constantly across the gathering. when you're pulled into a dance, his gaze tracks your every movement, dark and hungry. when he's offered pongu pongu, his lips wrap around the cup's edge and you remember the feel of those lips against your neck during stolen moments before, and you have to look away before you do something reckless.
the night stretches on endlessly. your skin feels too tight, too hot despite the cool evening air. every accidental brush of his body against yours when the crowd presses close feels electric, significant. at one point, he leans down to whisper something about the celebration in your ear, and his breath against your skin makes you shiver so visibly that he notices, his hand coming up to steady you at your waist.
"are you well?" he asks, concern flickering across his features even as his fingers dig into your hip with barely restrained need.
"no," you admit quietly, honestly. "i need.. neteyam.."
"i know." his voice is strained. "i know, paskalin. soon."
but soon feels impossible when every nerve in your body is screaming for his touch.
finally.. finally, the elders begin to retire. the celebration mellows, some clan members drifting away to their homes, others settling into quieter conversations around the dying fires. neteyam catches your eye across the gathering, and something passes between you. an understanding. a decision.
he makes his excuses gracefully, as befitting a new olo'eyktan who has endured a long ceremony. no one questions when you slip away moments later, taking a different path into the forest.
your feet know where to take you, a place you've met before in secret, a small clearing near one of the sacred paths to the tree of souls. secluded enough for privacy, but close enough to the people's territory to remain proper. or as proper as this can be.
when you arrive, he's already there, pacing like a palulukan in a cage. the moment he sees you, he goes still.
you're both breathing hard despite the short walk. the bioluminescent forest glows softly around you, painting his skin in shades of blue and purple, making his eyes seem to burn in the darkness.
"we should not," he says, but he's already moving toward you. "the ceremony is not complete. we are not yet-"
"i know what we are not yet," you interrupt, closing the distance between you. "but i know what we are. what we have been promised to be. and i cannot wait another moment neteyam."
your hand reaches up, fingers trembling as they trace the line of his jaw. he closes his eyes, leaning into your touch like a man starving, and when they open again, any pretense of restraint has shattered.
"eywa help me," he breathes, and then his hands are in your hair, tilting your face up to his. "i am yours. i have always been yours."
the first touch of his lips against yours steals the breath from your lungs.
it’s not gentle, there's too much pent-up longing for gentleness. his mouth claims yours with a hunger that makes your knees weak, and you press into him, fingers curling into the intricate beadwork of his olo'eyktan ceremonial collar. he tastes like the sweet juice from the celebration and something uniquely him, and you've imagined this so many times but nothing prepared you for the reality.
when you part for air, he rests his forehead against yours, both of you panting.
"i have wanted this," he confesses, voice rough. "every time i saw you, every moment we were together, i wanted to touch you like this. to kiss you. to-" he breaks off, jaw clenching.
"i know," you whisper, running your hands up his chest, feeling his heart racing beneath your palms. "i know, neteyam. i’ve felt the same. watching you, being near you but not able to.." your tail wraps around his leg unconsciously, seeking contact. "it's been torture."
he makes a sound low in his throat and captures your mouth again, deeper this time. his tongue traces the seam of your lips and you open for him eagerly, the kiss turning molten. one of his hands slides from your hair down your spine, pressing you closer until you're flush against him, and you can feel every hard plane of his body, the heat of his skin through the thin ceremonial cloth.
your fingers find the base of his queue and he shudders, breaking the kiss with a gasp.
"careful," he warns, but his voice is strained, wanting. "if you touch me there-"
"i want to touch you everywhere," you admit, emboldened by the darkness and the way he's looking at you like you're something sacred. "i want to know every part of you."
his ears flatten back, then flick forward, and you realize he's trying to maintain control. "we should slow down," he says, but even as he speaks, his hands are moving, one sliding up your side, thumb brushing just beneath your breast. "the ceremony.. we should wait-"
"we've waited long enough." you kiss along his jaw, down to where his pulse beats rapidly in his throat, and feel him tremble. "haven't we earned this? just.. just this much?"
"yes," he breathes, tilting his head back to give you better access. "eywa, yes."
your hands explore the expanse of his back, tracing the patterns of his stripes, feeling the flex of muscle beneath skin. he’s so warm, so solid, and every touch makes you want more. his tail has wound around yours, the intimate gesture making you tingle with awareness and anticipation.
when you press your lips to the hollow of his throat, he groans and suddenly you're moving. he's walking you backward until your back meets the smooth bark of a tree, bioluminescent moss glowing brighter at the contact. his body cages you in, and the position makes you acutely aware of every point where you touch.
"tell me to stop," he says against your mouth, but his hands are sliding down to your hips, gripping firmly. "tell me we should wait for the proper ceremony."
"i don't want you to stop." your hands find the ties of his ceremonial top and he catches your wrists, holding them gently but firmly.
"not yet," he says, and there's something in his voice, a thread of control barely holding. "if we.. i want to savor this. savour you." he brings one of your hands to his lips, kissing your palm, then your wrist, and the tenderness of it makes your chest ache. "i have dreamed of this night. of you. i will not rush it."
the declaration makes heat pool low in your belly. you pull one hand free and cup his face, bringing his gaze to yours. "i see you.. i love you," you tell him, the words you've held back for so long finally free. "not because we were promised. because of who you are. because you are good and strong and-"
he kisses you again, softer this time but no less intense, and you can feel the emotion in it. "i love you, i see you," he murmurs against your lips. "my mate. my heart."
the word 'mate' sends a thrill through you even though the bond isn't complete. his hands slide under the edge of your top, palms hot against your bare skin, and you arch into the touch. he explores slowly, reverently, mapping the curve of your waist, the dip of your spine, and everywhere he touches feels like it's burning.
your own hands find the ties at his shoulder and this time he doesn't stop you as you loosen them, sliding the fabric aside to expose more of his chest. the bioluminescent freckles scattered across his skin seem to glow brighter, and you trace patterns between them with your fingertips, feeling him shudder.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, and he makes a sound that's half-laugh, half-groan.
"that is what i should be saying to you." his hands slide higher, thumbs brushing the underside of your breasts, and your breath catches. "you are... eywa, you are everything."
the forest seems to pulse around you, the sacred energy of this place mixing with your own, and you know you're approaching a precipice. your queue is hypersensitive, tingling with the need to connect, and from the way neteyam's breathing has gone ragged, you know he feels it too.
"neteyam," you breathe, not sure if it's a plea or a prayer.
he rests his forehead against yours again, eyes closed, clearly fighting for control. "i know," he says roughly. "i feel it too. but we should.. we need.."
but neither of you moves to stop. his mouth crashes against yours again, with a hunger that steals your breath. this kiss is nothing like the careful ones before, this is need made manifest, desire finally unleashed. his tongue slides against yours and you taste the sweetness of the ceremonial drink on his lips.
your hands move to his chest, feeling the rapid thunder of his heartbeat beneath your palms. the ceremonial paint is still there, slightly tacky against your fingertips as you trace the patterns across his heated skin. he groans into your mouth at the touch, his own hands sliding down your sides, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against him.
you can feel him, all of him, hard and wanting against your stomach, and the knowledge that you affect him this way sends liquid heat pooling low in your belly.
"i need.." he gasps against your lips, his forehead pressing to yours. "i need to see you. all of you. please."
his hands are already at the ties of your ceremonial top, fingers fumbling slightly with urgency. you reach up to help him, and together you loosen the intricate knots. the fabric falls away, baring your breasts to the cool night air and his burning gaze.
"eywa," he breathes, reverent. his eyes trace over you like a physical touch, taking in the bioluminescent freckles that dust your skin, glowing softly in patterns unique to you. "you are.. you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen."
his hands come up slowly, giving you time to stop him, but you don't want to stop anything. when his palms finally cup your breasts, you both shudder. his thumbs brush over your nipples and you gasp, arching into his touch.
"so soft," he murmurs, almost to himself. he leans down, pressing kisses along your collarbone, down your sternum, learning the taste of your skin. when his mouth closes around one peaked nipple, your knees nearly buckle.
your hands fly to his shoulders for support, nails digging into the firm muscle there. he lavishes attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle kisses and harder suction that makes you whimper. your tail wraps around his leg instinctively, pulling him closer.
"neteyam," you breathe, and his ears flick toward you at the sound of his name in your pleasure-roughened voice. "your turn. i want to see you too."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, straightening to look at you. his pupils are blown wide, nearly eclipsing the amber of his eyes. with slightly shaking hands, you reach for the ornamental belt at his waist, the one marking his new status as olo'eyktan.
you unfasten it carefully, setting it aside with the reverence it deserves, before your fingers find the ties of his loincloth. he watches your face as you work, his breathing harsh and uneven.
when the fabric falls away, you can't help but stare. he’s beautiful, all lean muscle and smooth blue skin, bioluminescent freckles creating constellations across his chest, his abdomen, trailing down to where he stands proud and hard for you. his cock is flushed darker, the bioluminescence there pulsing faintly with his heartbeat.
"can i.." you start, reaching out tentatively.
"yes," he hisses. "please, yes."
your fingers wrap around him and he makes a sound you've never heard before, desperate and raw. he’s hot in your hand, silky skin over rigid flesh, and when you stroke experimentally, his hips jerk forward.
"careful," he grits out, his hand coming to still yours. "i am.. it has been only my own hand, and you.. you undo me completely."
the confession makes your core clench with want. you lean up to kiss him again, softer this time, pouring affection into it along with desire. his tail wraps around your thigh, the touch intimate and possessive.
"lie down with me," he murmurs against your lips, already guiding you down to the soft moss. he positions himself above you, taking his weight on his forearms, and for a moment you just look at each other, really look, taking in every detail.
his hand trails down your side, over the curve of your hip, fingers playing with the ties of your own loincloth. "may i?"
"yes," you whisper. "yes, neteyam. i want you to touch me."
he removes the last barrier between you with careful reverence, and then you're both bare beneath eywa's stars, skin to skin, nothing left to hide.
his eyes travel down your body with something like awe, and you feel suddenly exposed in a way that has nothing to do with nakedness. your hands move instinctively to cover yourself, but he catches them gently.
"don't," he breathes. "you are.. i have imagined this, but you are more beautiful than any dream."
the sincerity in his voice makes your eyes sting. "i’m nervous," you admit, the words tumbling out. "i want this.. want you.. but i don't know.."
"i know." he brings your knuckles to his lips. "i am nervous too. we will learn together, yes?"
you nod, and he shifts his weight to one arm, his free hand hovering over your stomach. "tell me if anything is too much. or not enough. tell me what you need."
his palm settles warm against your belly, and you suck in a breath at the contact. he moves slowly, reverently, tracing the curve of your waist, the dip of your navel, learning the landscape of your body. when his fingers brush the underside of your breast, you both freeze.
"is this.. can i?" his voice is rough, strained.
"yes," you manage, and his hand cups you fully, thumb sweeping over your nipple. the sensation shoots straight through you and you arch into his touch with a gasp.
"you like that," he observes, wonder in his tone. he does it again, watching your face intently, cataloging every reaction. when he lowers his head to replace his thumb with his mouth, you cry out, fingers tangling in his braids.
the wet heat of his tongue, the gentle suction, it's overwhelming. your hips lift of their own accord, seeking friction, and you feel him hard and heavy against your thigh.
"neteyam," you whimper. "i need.. i don't know what i need."
he releases your breast with a soft sound, pressing kisses across your chest, your ribs, your stomach. "let me try something. stop me if you want me to stop."
his hands slide down to your thighs, and your breath catches as you realize his intention. he spreads you open carefully, settling between your legs, and the vulnerability of the position makes your heart race.
"beautiful," he murmurs, almost to himself. then his fingers are there, parting your folds with tentative curiosity, and you nearly come off the ground at the contact.
you let out a soft moan, you can't form words, can only feel as he explores you with careful touches, finding where you're slick and hot and aching.
"here?" he asks, circling a spot that makes you see stars. "does this feel good?"
"yes.. great mother, yes-"
he makes a pleased sound, growing bolder, one finger pressing carefully inside you. the intrusion is strange at first, a stretch and fullness you've never felt, but then he crooks his finger and pleasure sparks up your spine.
"you're so tight," he breathes, working his finger deeper. "so warm. i can feel you clenching around me."
the words make you clench harder and he groans, his hips grinding against the moss beneath him. he adds a second finger and you whimper at the stretch, your body adjusting to accommodate him.
"too much?" he asks immediately, stilling.
"no, no, it's good. keep going. please keep going."
he does, establishing a rhythm, his thumb finding that bundle of nerves that makes your vision blur. you're making sounds you've never made before, shameless and desperate, and you can feel something building inside you, coiling tighter and tighter.
"i want to taste you," he says suddenly, and before you can process the words, his mouth is on you.
the sensation is indescribable, his tongue where his thumb had been, his fingers still moving inside you, the vibration of his groan against your most sensitive flesh. your hands fly to his head, holding him there, and he responds with enthusiasm, learning what makes you gasp, what makes you writhe.
his hips move against the moss in desperate, involuntary thrusts, seeking friction he can't find. you can sense him hard and aching against the ground, his whole body tense with need as he loses himself in you. his tail lashes wildly, the bioluminescent spots along its length flaring brighter with each sound you make. he groans against you, deep, needy sounds that vibrate through your core, and you realise he's close, so impossibly close just from tasting you, from hearing the way you fall apart for him.
"neteyam.. " you gasp, threading your fingers through his hair.
he responds by pressing deeper, his fingers curling inside you as his hips grind harder against the moss. his breathing is ragged, almost frantic, and you can feel him trembling against you. he’s completely undone by this, by you, and the knowledge that he's on the verge of coming just from pleasuring you sends another wave of heat through your body. his ears are pinned back, his muscles corded tight, and when you look down at him, his eyes are squeezed shut, his jaw clenched as he fights for control.
"don't stop," you whisper, and he makes a sound like he's in pain, beautiful, desperate pain.
"neteyam.." you mutter breathlessly, something's happening, i feel.. "
"let go," he urges against you. "i have you. let go, yawntutsyìp."
the endearment breaks something in you and you shatter, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you think you might die from it. he works you through it, gentling his touches as you come down, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs.
when you can finally breathe again, you find him watching you with dark, hungry eyes, his lips glistening with evidence of what he's done.
"that was.." you can't finish the sentence.
"perfect," he supplies, crawling back up your body. "you are perfect."
you can taste yourself when you kiss him, strange and intimate, and you feel him hard and insistent against your hip. you hand finds him again and he shudders.
"your turn," you whisper, and his eyes flutter closed.
"you don't have to-"
"i want to." you stroke him firmly and he bites back a moan. "show me. tell me what you like."
his hand covers yours, adjusting your grip, guiding the rhythm. "like this-ah.. tighter, yes, just like that-"
you watch his face as you touch him, fascinated by every expression that crosses it. pleasure, strain, desperate need. his hips move with your strokes, seeking more, and you can feel him getting harder, his breathing ragged.
"i won't last," he grits out. "you feel too good, i can't.."
you kiss along his jaw, and instead of continuing, you ease your grip, and he makes a sound of protest that turns into a gasp as you gently push him onto his back.
"wait, what are you.."
"my turn to explore," you murmur, settling beside him, your hand trailing up his chest. "you took your time with me. it’s only fair."
his chest rises and falls rapidly beneath your palm, his heart racing. "i don't think i can.. you're going to kill me."
"then i’ll kill you slowly." you lean down to kiss his collarbone, feeling him shudder. your fingers trace the bioluminescent patterns across his chest, following the lines down to his abdomen. the glow brighter under your touch, pulsing with his quickened heartbeat.
"you're so beautiful," you whisper, mapping every plane and curve of his body. his muscles jump and flex beneath your exploration, his tail thrashing against the moss. when your fingers brush over his nipple, he arches with a sharp intake of breath.
"sensitive?" you ask, doing it again, and he nods frantically.
"everything.. everything feels too much right now."
you kiss down his chest, following the path your hands traced, tasting salt and something uniquely him. his abs contract as your lips move lower, his breathing growing more ragged with each inch you descend.
"yawne, please.." his voice breaks on the word.
"please what?" you look up at him from where you've paused just above where he needs you most. his pupils are blown wide, his ears pinned back, his whole body taut with anticipation.
"i need.. i don't know, i just need-"
you wrap your hand around him again and he nearly comes off the ground, his hips jerking up involuntarily. "this?"
"yes.. oh, eywa." he groaned.
he's hot and hard in your grip, velvet-soft skin over rigid heat, and you're fascinated by the weight of him, the way he pulses against your palm. you stroke him slowly, learning what makes him gasp, what makes his hips chase your touch.
"you're so hard," you murmur, watching your hand move over him. "does it hurt?"
"yes.. no. i.. i don't-" he can't seem to form coherent thoughts. "don't stop, please don't stop."
but you do slow down, gentling your touch until he's writhing beneath you, his hands fisting in the moss.
"why." he gasps out.
"because i want to learn every part of you first." you lean down, and his whole body goes rigid with anticipation. "tell me if this is too much."
the first touch of your tongue makes him cry out, his tail lashing violently. he tastes clean and slightly bitter, the skin impossibly soft against your lips. you explore him carefully, paying attention to every sound he makes, every twitch and shudder.
his hand comes to your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needs the anchor. "your mouth is so warm, so perfect-"
you take him deeper and he moans, long and broken, his hips trembling with the effort of holding still. his bioluminescence is flaring bright now, patterns pulsing rapidly across his skin, and you can feel him getting impossibly harder.
"i’m close," he warns, voice strained. "i’m so close, if you keep.."
you pull back, replacing your mouth with slow, gentle strokes of your hand, and he makes a sound between a sob and a laugh.
"you're torturing me."
"i’m savouring you," you correct, kissing his hip, his thigh, anywhere but where he desperately wants your mouth. "there's a difference."
"i'm going to die," he gasps. "you're going to kill me and i’m going to die happy."
you smile against his skin. "not yet." your hand moves over him again, building the rhythm back up, and his whole body goes taut. "tell me how it feels."
"like.. like lightning," he manages. "like fire. like i’m going to burst apart." his voice drops to a desperate whisper. "please, yawne, i need.."
you take him in your mouth again and he groans, his back arching, his hand tightening in your hair. you can feel him throbbing, right on the edge, his whole body trembling.
and you slow down again, just enough to keep him hovering there, not quite enough to push him over.
"no! no, please, i was so close-" he’s begging now, shameless, his hips trying to thrust up for more friction. "please, i need to..i can't take anymore."
"yes, you can," you murmur, your hand moving in long, slow strokes that make him whimper. "just a little longer. i want to feel you completely desperate for me."
you build him up again, faster this time, your mouth and hand working together until he's gasping your name like a prayer, his bioluminescence blazing, his whole body drawn tight as a bow. you can feel him right there, right on the precipice.
and this time, you don't stop.
his reaction is immediate and devastating. his back arches completely off the moss, his hips jerking up as he comes with a broken cry of your name. his hand fists in your hair, not pulling but holding on like you're the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. his other hand claws at the moss beneath him, tearing it loose. his tail goes completely rigid before wrapping tight around your arm, trembling violently.
you can feel him pulsing in your mouth, hot and overwhelming, and you keep going, drawing it out, taking everything he has to give.
his bioluminescence flares bright, patterns racing across his skin like lightning, and the taste of him floods your senses, something that makes you moan around him.
"oh.. oh eywa." he’s shaking now, his whole body trembling as wave after wave crashes through him. his thighs are quaking on either side of you, every muscle in his abdomen clenched tight, and he keeps gasping your name between broken moans that sound almost like sobs.
you gentle your movements as he starts to come down, but you don't stop completely, drawing out every last aftershock until he's whimpering, oversensitive and overwhelmed. only then do you release him, pressing soft kisses to his hip, his stomach, anywhere you can reach.
"come here," he gasps, his voice wrecked. "please, i need.. come here.. "
you crawl up his body and he immediately pulls you down into a desperate kiss, his arms wrapping around you so tight you can barely breathe. he’s still trembling, still catching his breath, he kisses you like he's trying to pour everything he feels into it.
when you finally break apart, he buries his face in your neck, his chest heaving. "i..that was.. " he laughs breathlessly, the sound shaky. "i did not last long at all. i’m sorry, i.. "
"don't apologise," you murmur, running your fingers through his braids. "that was perfect. you were perfect."
he pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes still glazed with pleasure, his pupils blown wide. "i have never felt anything like that in my life." his hand comes up to cup your face, thumb brushing your cheek. "but i want-" he swallows hard, his gaze dropping to your lips, then lower. "-i want to be inside you. i want to feel you around me. i want.." his voice drops to a whisper. "i want everything with you."
the heat that had dimmed slightly roars back to life in your belly. you can feel him already starting to harden again against your thigh, his recovery quick, his desire for you apparently endless.
"then take me," you whisper against his lips.
he kisses you again, deep and slow, before settling between your legs. his hands are trembling slightly as he positions himself, and you can see the mixture of desire and nervousness in his eyes, the weight of this moment settling over both of you.
"i don't want to hurt you," he whispers, his voice rough with emotion. one hand comes up to cup your face while the other braces beside your head. "tell me if.. if i need to stop. promise me."
"i promise," you breathe, reaching up to touch his face, tracing the bioluminescent freckles that glow brighter with his arousal. "i trust you, neteyam."
he lines himself up, and you feel the blunt pressure of him against your entrance. your breath catches, he feels bigger like this, the reality of what's about to happen suddenly very present. but you want this. you want him.
he pushes forward slowly, so slowly, and you feel the initial stretch as he begins to enter you. it’s not painful yet, just intense, a fullness, a pressure that makes you gasp.
"okay?" he asks immediately, freezing in place. his whole body is tense, trembling with the effort of holding still. "should i-"
"keep going," you whisper, your hands sliding down to grip his shoulders. "just.. slowly."
he nods, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as he pushes in another inch. the stretch intensifies, becoming uncomfortable, a burning sensation that makes you wince slightly. he sees it immediately, his eyes going wide with concern.
"i’m hurting you."
"no, don't stop," you say quickly, your fingers digging into his shoulders. "it’s just.. it's a lot. but i want this. i want you. please, neteyam."
he takes a shaky breath and continues, moving so carefully it must be torture for him. another inch, and you can't help the small sound of discomfort that escapes. the pressure is overwhelming, the stretch bordering on painful as your body tries to accommodate him.
"breathe," he murmurs against your lips, his own breathing ragged. "breathe with me, yawntutsyìp."
you do, matching your breaths to his, and it helps. slowly, incrementally, he pushes deeper. the discomfort is still there, but underneath it you can feel something else building, a different kind of intensity, a fullness that's starting to feel right.
"almost," he gasps, and you can hear the strain in his voice, see it in every line of his body. his tail has wrapped around your thigh, holding you close, and his bioluminescence is flaring bright, pulsing in waves. "just a little more.. eywa.." he groans.
and then he's fully inside you, buried to the hilt, and you both go completely still.
the sensation is overwhelming. you feel impossibly full, stretched around him, every nerve ending alive and singing. the discomfort is still there but fading, being replaced by something deeper, a sense of completion, of rightness, of finally being joined with him in the most intimate way possible.
you suck in a breath, your eyes fluttering closed. "teyam.."
"i know," he gasps against your neck, his whole body shaking. "i know. you feel-" he breaks off with a shuddering breath. "so tight. so warm. i feel like i’m going to come apart."
his forehead presses against yours, and you open your eyes to find him staring at you with such intensity, such love, that it steals your breath. your bioluminescence is pulsing in perfect sync with his, your hearts beating together, your breaths mingling.
"i love you," he whispers, his voice breaking. "i love you so much."
"i love you too," you manage, your hands coming up to frame his face. "move ‘teyam."
he pulls back slowly, so slowly, and the drag of him inside you makes you gasp. the discomfort has faded almost entirely now, replaced by a building pleasure that makes your toes curl. when he pushes back in, you moan, your back arching.
"good?" he asks, his voice strained.
"yes," you breathe. "yes, don't stop."
he establishes a rhythm, slow and careful, each thrust deliberate. his tail tightens around your thigh, his hand sliding down to grip your hip, holding you steady as he moves. the pleasure builds with each stroke, the initial pain now just a memory as your body adjusts to him, welcomes him.
"you're perfect," he gasps, his movements becoming slightly less controlled. "so perfect. i never want this to end."
you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and the angle makes you both cry out. he’s hitting that spot inside you that sends sparks of pleasure through your entire body, and you can feel yourself getting wetter, making each thrust easier, smoother.
"faster," you whisper, your nails dragging down his back.
he complies, his hips snapping forward with more force, and the pleasure intensifies. you’re both lost in it now, in the rhythm, in the sensation of your bodies moving together. his tail wraps tighter, his hand grips harder, and you can feel him everywhere, inside you, around you, consuming you completely.
the pleasure builds higher, tighter, coiling in your core like a spring wound too tight. neteyam's movements become more desperate, his breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. you can feel him trembling, feel how close he is, and you're right there with him, teetering on the edge of something vast and overwhelming.
your queue tingles where it rests against your shoulder, the sensation suddenly impossible to ignore. without thinking, your hand reaches back, fingers wrapping around the end of your braid. the moment you touch it, neteyam's eyes snap to yours.
"yes," he mumbles, and his own hand moves to his queue, bringing it forward between your bodies.
"the bond," you whisper, your heart hammering. "neteyam, if we do this.."
"i know." his voice is fierce, certain, even as his body continues moving inside you. "i know what it means. i want it. i want you. forever."
the weight of it settles over you, this is permanent, sacred, the most profound connection two na'vi can share. but there's no hesitation in your heart, no doubt. only certainty, only love, only the desperate need to be his completely.
"forever," you agree, and bring your queue forward to meet his.
the tendrils emerge, pink and seeking, reaching for each other with an eagerness that mirrors your own desperation. when they touch, you both gasp. the tendrils intertwine, wrapping around each other in an intricate dance, and then.
the bond completes.
the sensation is beyond anything you could have imagined. it’s like being struck by lightning and submerged in warm water simultaneously, like every nerve in your body igniting at once. suddenly you can feel everything, not just your own pleasure, but his.
you feel how tight you are around him, how perfect, the wet heat gripping him with each thrust. you feel his pleasure building, the tension coiling in his lower belly, the overwhelming sensation of being inside you. you feel his love for you, vast and consuming, and his awe at this moment, at you, at the bond forming between you.
and he feels you. the fullness, the stretch, the way he hits that spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyes. he feels your love for him, fierce and unwavering. he feels how safe you feel with him, how cherished, how completely undone you are by his touch.
the doubled sensation is overwhelming. every thrust is magnified, felt from both sides. you feel yourself clenching around him while simultaneously feeling that tightness gripping him. the pleasure feeds back on itself, building exponentially, and you're both crying out, your bioluminescence flaring in perfect synchronization, patterns of light dancing across your skin in matched rhythm.
"fuck.." neteyam's voice breaks, his movements becoming erratic. "i can feel.. you feel so-"
"don't stop," you gasp, because you can feel how close he is, and that sensation combined with your own pleasure is pushing you rapidly toward the edge. "neteyam, i’m going to-"
"together," he manages, his hand finding yours, fingers interlacing. "come with me, yawne. let me feel it."
he thrusts deeper, harder, and through the bond you feel his control shatter at the same moment yours does. the orgasm crashes over you both simultaneously, and the sensation is indescribable. you feel your own body clenching and pulsing around him while feeling his release, the overwhelming pleasure of his climax, the way you grip him as he spills inside you. it’s doubled, mirrored, infinite. his pleasure feeding yours feeding his in an endless loop that seems to go on forever.
you're both crying out, your voices mingling, your bodies trembling violently.
your bond. your souls are intertwined.
when it finally subsides, you're both shaking, gasping for breath, clinging to each other like you might drift away if you let go. neteyam collapses against you, his weight pressing you into the soft moss, and you wrap your arms around him, holding him close.
through the bond, you feel his overwhelming emotion. joy, love, awe, and a bone-deep satisfaction that mirrors your own. you feel his racing heart, his trembling muscles, his complete contentment.
"we're mated," he whispers against your neck, his voice full of wonder. "truly mated. you're mine, and i’m yours, before eywa."
you're bound now, forever, your souls connected in a way that can never be undone. and you've never been more certain of anything in your life.
"before eywa.. forever," you whisper back, and through the bond, he feels the absolute truth of it.
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hii! this kinda sucks ass in my opinion but i do hope it’s good enough and enjoyable enough for you guys :)) thank you sm for the request and as always any support towards my work is very appreciated.
i wish whoever is reading this a good rest of your day, thank you! - maya 🪼
