Mira

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[devilish-mirage]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔𝖑𝖞 𝖙𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊

Why, hello there, traveler. I'm happy that you've stumbled your way here.

Please let me welcome you to a whole new dimension where your imagination is free to run amok. I'm Mira, your guide and provider.

This is a safe place, my love. Nobody will judge you for anything, no matter how filthy and cringy you feel your fantasies are. You are free to express yourself, as do I.

I must warn you, the things you'll see here would have a couple of possible effects.

You're gonna be terrified or maybe you'll even find some of this boring. It's fine, we all have our own taste in these type of things.

But there's also a possibility that you'll be hooked, some even willingly trapped themselves here, as it is better than the outside world.

Traveler, I'm curious on how my precious temple would affect you. Well, I suppose only time will tell.

Now, why don't you make yourself comfortable as I give you a tour around?

🧭 entrance | red chamber ⚠️

or would you like to

dive straight into your fantasy?

🥀 Open the play room 🥀

[tiredmamaissy]

At First Sight

Neteyam’s First Rut: Special Episode II

read chapters: one, two, three, four, five

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (18) x Human Reader (18)

Warnings: nsfw, lots of fluff, childhood friend/crush to lovers, masturbation, size difference, first time everything, foreplay, oral sex [f receiving], vibrator usage, consent king nete [you know how I like him]

Word Count: 8k 🧍‍♀️

Requested: Yes || No

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for 2000 followers, that’s crazy :’) I love you guys, honestly.

Synopsis: The story of how it all started. Neteyam comes to confess his feelings for you, but accidentally walks in on you using a vibrator.

Intro:

Too young to be put in a Cryo chamber and sent back to Earth, you were raised by the scientists who remain loyal to the na’vi after the war with Quaritch. Despite growing up in a lab, you spent most of your childhood with your friends – Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk. You formed all your best childhood memories and milestones alongside them. They taught you the na’vi language, and their way of life. You did your best to keep up with them, although it proved hard in your human body.

They were always faster and stronger, not to mention bigger. Despite being the same age as them they would always tower over you, almost double your height and width. Regardless, you were determined to live the life of a na’vi, even with your tiny, frail body.

Having this exopack was bothersome, constantly getting in your way and needing to be recharged and cleaned. But it allowed you to be closer to your people, to your secret love – Neteyam. His family always saw you as the ‘lab kid’, especially his mother. Neytiri always insisted that you go back to your people when you came around to visit.

Neteyam was always quick to defend you, standing up against his own parents – something that he rarely did. He never made you feel left out, pacing himself to ensure you’d never get left behind, being extra gentle during games and always making sure to carry a backup battery for your exopack. He knew how careless you were in keeping it charged. He would even steal extra of your favourite sweets from the lab when you had your monthly cycle. You’d always had a crush on him since you were kids, but when you both got into your late-teens things became... different.

He grew much, much taller than you, always towering over you. His muscles filled out, becoming more defined as he went through the rites of passages to become a man – to become a warrior. Whilst your chest became fuller, hips wider and waist curvier. At times, you’d catch him staring at you, lingering his gaze on your chest or pelvis, burning holes through your shorts. It’d make butterflies flutter in your stomach, giving you hope that maybe he saw you in the same way that you saw him.

You spent most nights with your hand shoved down your pyjama pants, humping your fingers to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam without his loincloth on. Oh, the things you’d do just to see what he really looked like underneath. You wanted nothing more than for him to be the one touching you, to make you feel good. At times you’d try to be bold, and make a move, holding a single finger or brushing your chest against his thigh. But he never caught on, or so it seemed.

Under the immense pressure of his parents, he couldn’t spend nearly as much time as he used to with you, but you understood and never complained. You filled your time with Kiri, becoming her best friend. She taught you everything about the flora and fauna of Pandora, and made you want to become a healer one day if you could ever get an avatar of your own.

You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but you’d go to great lengths to have your own avatar – to be able to become a true na’vi. Norm and Max always teased you about you getting your own avatar when you were old enough, but you never believed them, you knew how expensive they were to create.

You had no other choice but to accept your fate as the human girl who longed for a na’vi boy, and his na’vi way of life.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam felt similarly from the moment he lay eyes on you. He always felt a strong need to protect his tiny, frail human. He hated nothing more than when others picked on you, and made you feel less than all because of how you looked. He never cared about any of that, you were the kindest and most adorable girl he knew. You were a treasure to be cherished – to be protected at all costs.

He knew never to act on his feelings, though. Given the whole different species thing, he quickly accepted his fate as the son of Olo’eyktan who longed for a sky person. He knew it would never be able to work, in any regard. He felt like he’d break you if he touched you. But now that he’s become a man, the desire to touch you has only grown stronger.

The moments between you and him have become tense, and awkward. He’d keep a good distance between the two of you, yet he’d never take his eyes off you, always ensuring your safety. And in those moments – those rare moments – that the two of you were alone, the tension was off the charts. To the point where Neteyam started distancing himself from you even more, picking up more training sessions with his father and going on longer hunting trips.

It hurt you. To see the man you cared for so deeply never make the time to be around you anymore. You often confided in Kiri about this, as she was the only person who knew about your true feelings for him. She always encouraged you to be honest and open with her brother, convincing you that he had similar feelings. Even though you wanted to believe her, you couldn’t bring yourself to because of how distant and cold Neteyam had been.

----

“Is Neteyam coming?” you ask Kiri, watching her hook the mask around her neck.

“No, he’s on a hunting trip with dad. Sorry, y/n.” Kiri purses her lips before taking a swig of air.

“That’s okay. I understand that he’s busy.” you shrug your shoulder, trying to act like it didn’t bother you that he was always caught up with something.

She rests a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that it’s nothing personal, even though she knew it was. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll come around soon, y/n.”

You nod, keeping your gaze fixed on your feet as you both make your way deeper into the lab. Lo’ak and Tuk follow behind Kiri, gearing up with their masks too. Kiri came to see her mom, Grace, and Lo’ak usually just tagged along to bother Max and Norm. Tuk never wants to be left out, following closely behind her siblings everywhere they go.

You were excited, hoping to see Neteyam so you could finally talk to him about how you felt. But he flaked yet again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

“Hey mom.” Kiri hums, climbing on top of her mother’s tank, admiring her floating body.

Lo’ak and Tuk make their way over to Norm and Max, trying to convince them to reveal some top-secret information about what they have in development. “C’mon Norm, don’t be a wuss. Show us!” Lo’ak grins, giving norm a playful shove, moving him a great distance, unaware of his own strength. “...sorry, Norm.”

You find yourself thinking about Neteyam again, watching Norm’s small frame next to Lo’ak, and how you look just like that next to him. Huffing out a sigh, you look around at your friends and realize that you’re alone. Everyone’s got someone, except you. You could walk away, and no one would even notice.

So, you do.

Unable to deny the way you feel, as tears well in your eyes and your chest burns hot, you shuffle away quickly to your room at the end of the hallway in the lab.

Really y/n? Crying again? You scold yourself for being so sensitive.

Neteyam will never want me if I’m this soft. You blink rapidly, clearing the tears from your eyes as you turn the knob on your door.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realise you’ve walked into a completely different room. Looking around, you realise that you’re in Trudy’s room, not yours. It’s been untouched since the war; Norm couldn’t bring himself to step foot into her room, much less go through her belongings.

Being here gives you an eerie feeling, right in the pit of your stomach. Just as you were about to turn around and back out, you notice a black, open duffle bag on her bed. Inside it is some sort of object, bright and pink, in some sort of packing with a big red ‘XXX’ on it. It’s hard to miss. As much as you wanted to back out of the room, you find yourself closing the door behind you before making your way over to the bag.

Curiosity got the best of you, making you take it out of the bag to inspect it further. Still brand new in its plastic packaging, the object is slightly bent, with some weird looking rubbery bits that rib around it.

‘Thrusting Rabbit Vibrator – Adult Toy’.

You’ve never seen one in person, only hearing about it on shows you watched that aired in the early 2000’s. It’s... a sex toy – a vibrator to be exact. You flip it over, searching for the instructions.

‘Insert, turn on, and enjoy.’

Seems simple enough. The desire to open it, to know what it feels like grows stronger. You nibble at your bottom lip, trying to talk yourself out of your ludicrous urges. Your heart quickens, thumping violently against your ribcage. Deep down, you know what you’re doing is wrong, invading Trudy’s personal space like this, even worse that she wasn’t here to defend her space.

The sound of a doorknob rattling makes your whole body jolt. You gasp quietly, turning around and hiding the toy behind your back. Norm opens the door, jaw clenched, clearly uncomfortable to be looking in his late girlfriend’s quarters. He scans you up and down, a confused look washing over his face.

“y/n? Why are you in... Trudy’s room?” he asks, not wanting to say her name.

“Sorry. I – I didn’t even realise I came in here. I was going to my room...” you babble nervously, realising that you’ll have to reveal more to make it believable, “...I – uh, felt left out, and I was too caught up in my head. Sorry, Norm. I was about to leave.” you apologize again, knowing this room is off limits.

“It’s alright, kid. Sorry if I sounded upset.” He says, expression softening.

You laugh a little to lighten the mood. “Not a kid anymore, Norm.” you shoot him a smile before shuffling out beside him, walking backwards so he doesn’t see the toy behind your back.

“My bad, y/n.” He closes the door, locking it with his key. He turns around, to see you shuffling away.

“Hey. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Alright?” he projects his voice as you walk swiftly away, heart thumping in your chest.

You quickly shift the toy to your chest as you spin around and raise a hand in the air. “Alright, Norm! Thanks!”

----

You sit on your bed, staring at the bright pink object sitting on your table, already plotting how exactly you’re going to return this thing. It’s going to be difficult, seeing that he locked the door. It would have to involve some sort of conniving plan to steal his keys whilst he’s sleeping, or something. It honestly seemed like too much, for something so... useless to him.

It wouldn’t even matter right? He’s not going to use it... Would he even realize that it’s missing? You wonder, knowing he’ll probably never step foot in that room again.

You won’t lie, a part of you wanted to know what it feels like. Not only that, but this is probably the only time in your existence that you’d have your hands on such a thing. You’d never ever been able to make yourself climax before, even to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam.

Maybe this would do the trick?

It dawns on you that all you’re doing is trying to convince yourself to use the damn thing. You stand up let loose a loud huff, frustrated with yourself. You pace back and forth in your room, burning a line into the floor with your feet, looking back at the stupid little toy every so often.

You stop dead in your tracks.

“Fuck it.” you mumble, rushing over to the table to rip open the packaging.

Finally releasing the toy from its plastic-y restraints, you bring it close to your face to examine it.

“Whoa.” you mutter, looking at all of the little nubs and ridges on the tip of it, whilst the rest of it is like a smooth silicone.

Grabbing the packaging, you fumble with it a bit before flipping it over once again to read the instructions some more.

‘Clean before and after use. Charge before use. Waterproof. Use on clit or insert inside.’

You make your way over to the bathroom and wash it with soap and water before putting it to charge. Meanwhile, you take a quick shower, thinking about Neteyam the entire time to get you in the mood.

----

“Is she upset with me?” Neteyam asks Kiri, concerned that he’s ultimately ruined the friendship.

“No... I don’t know, Nete. Maybe? She can tell that you’re avoiding her at this point. Just. Go and talk to her, okay?” Kiri encourages her brother.

“Talk to her? And say what? I know we are a different species, but I have feelings for you?” he narrows his eyes, shaking his head slightly.

“Yeah. Actually. Exactly that.” Kiri says, scoffing and nodding her head.

“Really?” Neteyam looks at her with a blank stare.

“Yes, really. Just go.” Kiri pushes him out of the tent. “She didn’t even tell us she was leaving... Tell her that I’m sorry, too.”

“Agh. Alright.” Neteyam walks willingly out of the tent, making his way to the lab, eclipse in full throttle.

----

You brush and braid your hair, keeping it out of your face whilst you brush your teeth. Instead of getting into your pyjamas, you opt to stay wrapped in your towel, seeing that you were going to get naked anyways.

“Let’s do this.” you try psyching yourself up, making your way over to the charging object.

You unplug it and fidget with the button. Pressing the button, it immediately lights up and starts vibrating, making a loud buzzing noise. Startled, you quickly press the button once more, turning it off and throwing it on the bed.

Heart thumping viciously in your chest, you feel the flesh between your legs begin to pulse. All sorts of emotions were coursing through you all at once – anxiety, arousal, guilt. You decide that you need to get in the right head space to do this.

You unwrap your towel, resting it on the end of your bed. Crawling on the bed, you get comfortable, propping up your back against stacked pillows and spreading your legs. The cool, crisp air blows against your naked body, making your nipples hard and body shiver.

You reach for the vibrator, allowing it to brush against your inner thigh before placing it on the softness of your plump lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core.

Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy – he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. As you make your way down his body you chew on your bottom lip, biting back a soft moan.

Breath becoming raggedy, you press the button with a shaky finger, jolting when the overpowering vibration touches your clit. You imagine his lower half – his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot.

Squeezing your eyes even tighter, you melt into the sheer power of this toy, relaxing your tensed leg muscles. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair – musky with his natural scent – peaking over the band of his loincloth.

Chest rising and falling from your heavy pants, your leg muscles tense again as that familiar hot feeling pools in your chest – you’re getting close. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, before parting them to allow little, soft moans to evade your mouth. You find your hips chasing your orgasm, bucking slightly against the length of the toy as you coat it in a thin layer of your wetness.

Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand.

The image of him brings you closer and closer, the heat pooling in your chest overflowing into the rest of your body, forming knots in the pit of your stomach. You always had a hard time with this stage, never getting past it – never making yourself cum.

“Oh, Nete!” you moan, “Make me cum, please.” You quiet down to a whisper, gritting your teeth as you arch your back.

He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member.

“F-fuck!” you squeak, your head sinking deeper into your pillow as your toes dig into the softness of the bed.

He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. It’s so heavy, that even though he’s rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.

----

“Thanks, Norm. I apologize again, for coming so late. I just... really need to make it up to her.” Neteyam bows his head quickly, thankful that he let him in the lab after hours.

“Don’t sweat it. She told me earlier she was feeling a little down. Just let yourself out when you’re finished talking, cool?” Norm responds, having more trust in Neteyam than the rest of them.

“I will.” Neteyam says, crouching slightly to make his way down the hallway to your door.

He looks at your door, reading the weird figures above the peep hole, ‘34’.

Three – four, that is hers, yes?

“Oh, Nete!” he hears your faint, muffled cry.

His ears perk up, heartbeat raising.

Why is she calling for me? Is she okay?

“F-fuck!” he hears your soft groan, hushed by some sort of whirring noise. 

Oh shit. She sounds like she’s in pain. Maybe cramps?

Neteyam wastes not another second and bursts the door open, ready to help you in any way that he could. Instead, he’s met with the sight of you on the bed – naked – touching yourself.

----

You can’t hear the doorknob rattle over the buzz of your toy, and even if you could, you were too focused on trying to experience your first orgasm. It feels so good, it really felt like you were about to explode. Your breaths become shallow, and quick as you climb and climb towards your peak. All you can focus on, is Neteyam coming closer and closer to you, cock swinging at each step.

“Holy shit.” Neteyam breathes, chest rising and falling quickly, heart thumping violently in his chest. Eyes wide, brows raised, and mouth open, he watches you for a second too long, unable to take his eyes off the carnal sight in front of him.

“Shit.” You gasp, body practically curling up into a ball as you and yank the towel over your body and the toy. “What are you doing here?!” you shout at him, wrapping the towel around you properly as you shuffle your back against the wall.

He immediately drops his gaze, blinking repeatedly as he turns away from you, resting both hands on his forehead. “I am so sorry, y/n. I – I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I was just... coming to talk to you about something.” He babbles, gulping down a wad of his spit.

“About what?! So late?!” you shout, cheeks stained red from embarrassment.

You caught a quick glimpse of the bulge in his loincloth before he turned around. Your heart is thumping even faster, even harder. You just moaned his name.

Shit. Shit. Did he hear me moan his name? Fuck. How long has he been here?

“I’m sorry I upset you. Really. I-it can wait. I will be going now. I am so sorry, y/n.” he apologizes through raggedy breaths, feeling his own arousal.

He quickly leaves the room, closing the door tightly behind him, feeling like he just invaded your privacy – big time. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his heart before walking away. You do the same, taking deep breaths to calm down and figure out what the fuck just happened.

Your hand rests on your chest, feeling the thud of your vicious heartbeats. He does the same, hand on his chest, leaning back against the door as he tries to catch his breath. He wants nothing more than to just go back in the room and tell you how he feels, especially now that he knows you think about him when you touch yourself.

It’s the same for you, wanting so badly for him to just burst back in your room, and confess his undying love for you. But you knew that was too far-fetched, to have the eldest son of Olo’eyktan love a simple human girl like you.

Then, why was he... hard?

You stare at the door, waiting to see if it’d open once more. Neteyam’s on the other side, debating with himself whether he should go back in there and come clean. Shaking his head, he attempts to snap out of his deep thoughts – you were naked, and obviously in the middle of something intimate. If he went back in there that’s just him invading your privacy even more. Deciding against staying, he starts making his way down the hallway.

He makes it halfway down the hallway before he stops dead in his tracks, ears perking up and expression softening.

But she said my name, right? He thinks, turning his head to look back on the ‘34’ on your door.

“Agh.” He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. “Fuck it.” he turns around, storming to the door once more.

Surely, if he came all this way, at this time of night to talk to you, then it must be important. Perhaps, important enough to involve his feelings about you? Either way, it’s gone too far now. You may as well come clean yourself.

Making your way over to your door, you reach out to grab the doorknob, only to see it turn on its own. The door swings open, a gust of air blowing the loose stands of hair out of your face. Where the knob once was, is now where Neteyam’s loincloth rests, almost bursting at its seams.

Directly in your line of sight is his cross shaped ribcage, brutally rising and falling from his heavy pants. Your eyes work their way up his torso, past his muscular chest and carved collarbones, to the stripes on his neck and the flush of his cheeks. Your eyes lock with his amber eyes, searching once another in the silence.

He came back.

She was coming to get me.

You smile in unison, coming to the same realization – there was something deeper going on here.

“Hi.” You breathe.

“Hey.” He whispers.

“You wanted to talk?” you ask, hand tightly grasping the overlap of your towel.

“Yes.” He glances quickly at you gripping onto your towel, before looking away from your chest all together. He wants to be a gentleman about this. “Do you want to talk?”

“Yes.” You say shyly, also noticing his shy demeanour.

He looks back down at you, scanning your facial expression to ensure you were being serious. He crouches under the doorframe and enters your room, walking over to the bed.

Your eyes follow his every move, his every step. “You can sit.” You say quietly, finally shifting your gaze to your feet. “What did you want to talk about?”

He seats himself at the end of your bed, elbows resting on his knees and head hanging low. “I wanted to tell you something, y/n. To tell you my true feelings.”

You heart quickens once more, hearing the words you’ve been dreaming to hear. Now that he’s sitting on your bed, you’re face to face. You take slow steps towards him, standing directly in front of him.

“And what might those be, Nete?” you ask, using two dainty fingers under his chin to have him look at you.

He stares deeply into your eyes, furrowing his brows slightly as a puzzled look grows on his face. 

How do I even say this?

“I – I...” he stutters, relaxing his brows and swallowing his spit, “Oel ngati kameie” [I see you]. he confesses, cupping your hand on his chin with his.

You can’t fight the smile creeping on your face. Not only did he confess his romantic feelings for you, but he did it in na’vi. He sees you, not as a little human girl stuck on his planet, but as his equal – his mate.

“Oel ngati kameie, ‘teyam.” You repeat his words, letting him know you feel the same way.

A grin plasters his face, causing his ears to perk up. He pulls you in closer by the hand, situating your tiny frame in between his meaty thighs.

“I have felt this way for some time, y/n.” he continues, inches away from your face, “Since we were kids, playing hide and seek in the trees...” he looks down at your lips, “...since I first lay eyes on you.”

Staring at his lips too, you nod, unable to respond with words.

“I do not care, if we do not ‘work’ together... I cannot ignore my feelings for you anymore.” he places your hand against his warm chest, as he inches even closer to your face. “Feel it... My heart, it beats for you.”

Feeling his heartbeat against your palm, you wrap your dainty fingers around his thumb, gently tugging down your towel with your other hand to expose your cleavage. Inhaling sharply, you place his hand flat against your chest.

“Mine too, Nete.” You finally whisper under your breath. “I-I feel the same. At first sight.” You mumble, now feeling his hot, short breaths against your lips.

Inexperienced lips crash into yours, hungry and eager for your reciprocation. You kiss him fervently, waiting for this moment for practically your entire existence. Bodies pressing together, feeling the warmth radiating from one another’s skin, you fumble with the knot of your towel. A hand stops you, keeping you from untying the loosely wrapped material around your body, he shakes his head side to side.

“Are you sure?” he breathes into your mouth between wet kisses. “I did not...” he kisses you again, “...come back for that, my love”.

“Mhm” you mumble into his mouth, moving his hand away to fiddle with the woven part of your towel once more. You stop and pull away suddenly, coming to the realization that maybe he doesn’t want this. “Do you...want this?” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.

He chuckles breathily, smiling wide before pulling you back in to kiss you again. “How could I not?” he mumbles between sloppy kisses.

Smiling into his mouth, your teeth click together as you feel the pink tinge on your cheeks turn even brighter – even hotter. Breaths heavy and uneven, you feel the thud of your collective heartbeat as you allow your towel fall to the ground. Immediately, he pulls away, looking up and down at your human body.

“Yuey [beautiful]” he says out of breath, mesmerized by the curves and softness of your body.

Allowing his eyes to linger at your chest, he looks up at you briefly, silently asking for your consent to touch your breasts. You nod, pulling his hand up to the soft flesh on your chest before meeting your lips with his once more. His hand completely envelopes your breast, kneading it as gently as he can. His thumb brushes past your hard nipple, playing with it ever so slightly.

Having someone else touch you in this way makes your body shudder. It’s your first time, your first kiss, your first – everything.

A warm tongue presses against your lips, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You grant it, parting your lips and meeting your tongue with his, allowing them to dance with one another in your mouth.

His movements become eager – more impatient. He kneads your breast a little rougher, now gently rolling your small nipple between his calloused fingers. Your body jolts from the sudden pleasure, and a soft moan escapes your mouth into his.

“Feels good, yes?” he returns a moan, making sure you’re okay.

“Yes, teyam.” You nod, moving his hand to your other breast.

Repeating his movements, he gently rolls your nipple whilst kneading your breast. It feels so good, that you can’t help but pant into his mouth, allowing your hands to feel his chest, too.

It’s just as you imagined, his chest is hard yet soft, his skin smooth yet rough, like that of a warrior. Both your hands could fit comfortably on just one of his pecks – his size in comparison to you was no joke. You feel his hand snake around your waist and up your back, calloused fingers taking in the suppleness of your skin.

“So soft” he mumbles, moving his gentle kisses down your neck.

“You, too” you mumble back, moving your hands up to his broad shoulders.

“Not nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].” he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. “May I?” he asks, brushing his lips against your breast.

“Yes. Always yes.” you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.

He takes your nipple into his mouth, as well as most of your breast. He suckles as gently as he can, afraid he may nip you with his fangs. Your hands slide from his shoulders, up his neck to his head, where your fingers intertwine with his braids. Using it as leverage, you press him closer into your chest, letting him know he’s making you feel good.

To your surprise, he allows his hands to fall to your hips, pulling you on top of him. It causes him to unlatch from your breast, moving his wet lips up to your collarbones. Your bare pussy is pressed against his bulge, dampening the material that covers it.

“Neteyam” you call for him quietly, feeling so good from his soothing touches.

“Yes, my love?” he responds, pulling away from your shoulders to look in your eyes.

“Can I see... you, too?” you ask shyly, breaking eye contact to glance at his soddened loincloth.

His eyes follow yours, seeing that the thin cloth is soaked. Shooting his gaze back up yours.

“You’re so wet.” he whispers, so enthralled with you that he forgets what you asked of him. He looks at your reddened face, realizing that you’re waiting for his response. “Sorry. What did you say?”

“I want to see you, too.” you repeat, dropping your hands to tug at the band of his loincloth.

Smiling, he leans back, supporting his torso with his arms behind him on the bed. You trail your eyes down from his face to his pelvis, seeing the small knot at the side of his loincloth. Fumbling with the knot, your shaky hands try their best to untie the material. He notices, resting his hand over yours before untying it himself.

“No need to be nervous, y/n. We will not do anything you are not ready for, okay?” he reassures you, untying the knot easily.

“Okay.” you nod, scooting back on his lap to make space for his loincloth to come off.

You slowly move the band down, exposing his deep v-lines and scant hair. You swallow your spit before taking it off completely, revealing his huge, thick cock. Your eyes bulge at the sight, eyebrows raising slightly as your mouth opens wide enough for a sharp breath of air to pass through your lips.

“Oh shit.” You pant quietly, surprised because it’s much bigger than you imagined.

The tip of his cock touches the middle of his thigh, the length and thickness of your forearm. Panicked eyes meet his, scared that he’d rip you in two.

“What is it?” he asks, concerned that you’re uncomfortable.

“It’s – you’re, y-you are too big for me.” your lips tremble as the words slip out.

His brows draw together, eyes squinting slightly – a puzzled expression contorts his face. He cups your cheek, searching your eyes for some sort of clarification. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t think – uh. I-I don’t think that will fit inside of me, Nete.” you stutter, feeling too shy to say the words.

Neteyam can’t help but laugh a little. “Ma’ yawne [beloved]...” he uses his thumb to rub your cheek, “...you need not to worry about that. I do not want to do anything that will hurt you.”

The words bring serenity to your chest, making the uneven thud of your heartbeat rhythmic. As much as you want to share that level of intimacy with him, you’ve only been able to fit two of your own fingers inside of you. You lean into his touch, rubbing your face against his palm as a smile plasters your face.

Always so protective over you.

Turns out, he was only half-hard. You watch in awe as his member grows, lifting from his thigh to his belly, all on its own. Neteyam looks away to hide his flushed cheeks. You notice and take this as your sign to touch him for the first time. Wrapping your slim fingers around his girth, you find that your fingertips can’t touch each other. His pelvis shifts suddenly from the warmth of your touch.

“Am I making the mighty warrior blush?” you hum, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.

His eyes fall onto his crotch, watching as your hands stroke his shaft. He looks back up at you, directly into your eyes.

“Maybe.” his voice is low, and deep.

You never thought you’d even be in this position, stroking the cock of the man of your dreams. Even worse, him staring at you with sultry eyes and a husky voice, telling you that you’re making him nervous.

“Can I touch you, here?” he asks, sitting up fully and resting his hand on your inner thigh.

“Didn’t I say ‘yes, always yes’?” you smile at him, shifting your hips to allow for better access.

Wrapping one arm around his neck, you hold onto him tightly for support as his hand cups your pussy, making you gasp quickly. You feel his finger part your wet lips, searching for the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You bury your face into the crook of his neck just as he finds your clit, rubbing circles into it with his slick coated finger.

Hot, quick pants evade your parted lips, blowing directly onto his neck. His lips plant kisses on your shoulder, tongue playing in the dip of your collarbone. You stroke his cock one handed, trying your hardest to provide enough friction for him to feel good too.

“Is this, okay?” he asks breathlessly, moving his finger down to your entrance.

“Yes, my ‘teyam.” you mumble into his neck, bracing yourself for his thick finger to enter you.

“Let me know if it hurts, my love.” he whispers, slowly sliding his finger inside of you.

“Oh! Ugh.” A strained moan is muffled in his neck, as you feel this finger stretch you out.

You shift your hand from his cock and wrap it around his neck, holding on as tightly as you can. His singular finger easily feels like two of yours, not to mention the fact that they’re much lengthier.

“Does it hurt?” he whispers into your ear.

“No. I’m okay, teyam.” you mumble, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.

“Good. I am going to move now.” he warns, curling his finger directly into your sweet spot.

You gasp loudly, feeling the pressure already build in your bladder. It feels amazing – better than you’ve ever felt with your own fingers. Your hips buck on their own, grinding into the finger that impales you.

Little, sweet mewls escape your open mouth, beads of saliva dripping onto his chest. You’re so focused on the way he’s making you feel you didn’t even realise the volume of your whines and whimpers until he makes a comment about it.

“I like your little noises, y/n.” he says, pumping his finger in and out of you. “Are you... close?”

“I – I don’t know, I’ve never, c-cum before.” Your breath hitches, feeling your chest and stomach tighten.

Your legs begin to tremble, like they’ll give out underneath you at any moment. “Oh, Nete!” you moan his name, catching a glimpse of his ears perking up from the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.

His hips buck, too, thrusting his cock against your stomach. He’s losing it, all from hearing the sweet sounds that come from your mouth. Pulling away from his neck, you look down at his glossy cockhead poking at your stomach, then back up to look into his amber eyes.

“This is where you’d be... inside me.” you breathe, shifting a hand off his neck to press a finger under your sternum, where his tip touches.

“Whoa. Y-you are so, so tiny, y/n. I’m so scared that I will hurt you.” Neteyam confesses, rutting his hips against you.

“You won’t. I trust you, teyam.” you pant, feeling your legs wobble.

Your heads bump together, as your now both grinding into one another. He feels your weak legs shake and snakes his free hand around your back, supporting it as he lays you down on the bed.

He catches sight of the bright pink toy near your head, eyes widening.

“What is that? Where did you get it from?” he asks, still fingering you.

“Ah... haah, I – I kind of found it.” you pant raggedly, “Ngh! It’s a – oh fuck!” you moan, feeling a new sensation in your pelvis grow.

“It’s a ‘oh fuck’?” Neteyam chuckles, picking up speed.

“Neteyam! That feels weird.” You moan, eyes pooling with water from how good it feels.

“Weird, bad? Or weird, good?” he asks, slowing down his pace.

“Good! Good!” you shout, not wanting him to stop.

“Ah. Good.” He smiles, picking back up the speed, “Now, what is that thing?”

“It’s – it’s a vibrator! Fuck. Don’t stop, Nete.” you whisper desperately, arching your back against the bed. “I think – I think I’m close!” you let loose a strained moan.

“I want to taste it. Can I taste you?” he asks, already making his way in between your legs.

“O-okay teyam” you whine quietly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go.

His hot mouth engulfs your throbbing clit, the flat of his tongue shifting from side to side. “Good?” he mumbles into your slit.

“Mmmn! Fuck, yes!” you moan loudly, bucking your hips into his face.

He grabs your hand and places it on his head, you weave your fingers through his braids.

“Another... another finger!” you beg, feeling the knots in your stomach quickly unravel.

He shakes his head side to side, “’til hurt” he mumbles once more, picking up the speed of both his tongue and finger.

“Please! ‘m gonna cum, Nete!” you plead, toes curling into the sheet beneath you.

He gently slides another digit inside you, feeling the tightness of your cunt clenching around it. You yelp out, feeling a hint of pain among the waves of pleasure that crash through you. He pulls his finger back out, lifting his head up, causing your hand to fall from his head.

“See? I told you. I hurt you, didn’t I?” he asks through knitted brows, looking down at your glistening cunt sucking in his finger.

“Only a little, I’m fine teyam.” you reassure him, wiggling your hips back down onto his finger.

He clicks his tongue, catching a glimpse of the vibrator.

“Let us try this... vee-bray-tor?” he says the word slowly, as he reaches for the pink object beside your head.

He presses the button causing the thing to vibrate in his hand, shock plastering his face from the sensation of it buzzing against his skin. Your hips jolt as he presses the toy against your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine.

“Ohh, Neteyam!” you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. “’ts too much...” your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more.

He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. “Prefer me?” he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.

“Mmmn, mhm!” you mumble, pushing your cunt into his face.

He closes his eyes, tuning in to the filthy noises that evade your mouth, drawing circles into your clit with the tip of his tongue. Neteyam touches himself, finally hearing the sounds that he’s been imagining every time he pleasured himself.

“Neteyam. I’m so fucking close.” you pant quickly.

He picks up the speed, now knowing where exactly feels good for you, and targets those sensitive areas. He rubs his own cock, beads of precum oozing from his tip lubricating his hand, allowing for fast strokes. He’s huffing hot breaths through his nose onto your lower stomach, giving you goosebumps.

“Holy fuck... R-right there” You let loose breathy moans, feeling the swell of your sweet spot pushing against his finger, as he curls it even harder and faster into you.

“Mmmhm” he moans into your clit, looking directly at you, encouraging you with his eyes to cum for him.

Bucking his hips into his hand, he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. His brows tighten, feel his own knots unravel quickly in his stomach. He grunts into your cunt, finally squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts become shorter.

You look between your legs, watching his aroused expression, now realizing that he’s pleasuring himself. It makes you feel even hotter – even hornier, sending you over the edge.

“Oh – oh shit, Neteyam! I think I’m – I’m cumming!” you cry out, shoving his face into your pussy.

You feel your cunt go into a frenzy, throbbing and pulsating feverishly around his finger.

His grunts turn into guttural groans, as he tries to concentrate on making you finish while his warm cum slowly pools into his hand. You push away his head, now feeling overstimulated from his relentless licks, for him to sit up quickly, grabbing his mask in a hurry to suck in a deep, long breath.

“You taste sweet, y/n.” he moans breathlessly, gently pulling his finger out of you. He sucks his finger, savouring the flavour of your slick.

Your cheeks heat up, feeling shy to see him taste you on his finger like that.

“That was... the first time.” you mumble wide eyed, breath hitching from you coming down from your high.

He smiles.

“I know. I’m happy I could do that for you, my love.” he projects his voice as he crouches under your bathroom doorframe.

He quickly cleans himself up so he can tend to you, coming back with a dampened cloth.

“Feeling okay?” he asks quietly, wiping the slick off your thighs, working his way up to the soft flesh between your legs.

“Yes, I’m... more than okay.” You hum softly, chest rising and falling as you try to take a full breath, feeling his tender, gentle touches as he cleans you up.

“Want to shower?” He questions, hanging the cloth against the back of your chair.

You shake your head weakly from side to side, puffy eyes blinking lethargically.

“What about clothes?” he makes his way over to your dresser, resting his hand on the top drawer’s handle, “tis a cold night.”

“Mm... rather you keep me warm.” you blabber, resting your eyes for a minute.

“My pleasure, yawne [beloved].” He smiles.

Tucking one hand under your neck, and the other under the back of your knees he lifts you up, moving you further up in your bed.

“Tired?” he chuckles softly, crawling into bed next to you.

“Mhmm.” You purr lengthily, trying to open your eyes as you scoot back onto him. “Don’t leave, Nete.”

“Alright, my love. I won’t. I will be right here. Get some rest.” He hums, pressing his warm naked body against yours.

He covers you with the blanket first, and then himself with whatever was remaining. He’s too tall for the blanket anyway, as well as the bed, honestly – he’s too tall for this whole place. Legs jutting off the end of the bed, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.

Heavy eyes finally closing, you snuggle into your love, gripping a single finger on the hand are rests on your stomach. He unhooks the mask from around his neck, and straps it to his face, so that he, too, can close his eyes and drift into a deep sleep.

----

Everyone was accepting of your relationship with Neteyam. Surprisingly, his parents were both expecting it at some point, and had already taken the time to come to terms with it – well, mostly Neytiri. Jake was always welcoming of you. Kiri and Lo’ak were happy you two finally hit things off. Everyone, including the members of the clan, could tell that you both had feelings for one another. Even Norm and Max were elated for the two of you, both knowing that there was something more going on between you guys. Norm knew that night would be the night for the both of you to make things official, which is why he granted Neteyam access afterhours.

One day, Norm and Max approach you and Neteyam in your room, knocking quietly on your already open door.

“Y/n. Neteyam.” they say monotonously in unison.

You both look at them, concern growing in your chest after seeing their serious expressions.

“What is it?” you manage to get out, holding Neteyam’s hand tightly, thinking something horrible has happened.

Their expressions soften, a smile creeping on both their faces before they burst out in laughter.

“Just joking with ya.” Max laughs, looking at Norm.

“Yeah. We come bearing good news, actually.” Norm adds, quickly glancing at Max before looking at you once more.

“Good news? What is it?” Neteyam asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, calming you down.

“Well, it’s not like you guys don’t already know. You can think of it as a ‘mating’ gift, ya know, seeing that na’vi don’t have weddings.” Max babbles, straying from the point.

“You’re getting your own avatar, y/n.” Norm announces happily, knowing that this is your biggest dream yet.

“What?! Are you serious?” you shriek, jumping to your feet, eyes flickering between the two of them.

Neteyam is still holding your hand tightly, now standing with you, wrapping his tail around your leg. Ever since you revealed your feelings to one another, Neteyam has rarely left your side, always making sure he’s near you – protecting you. You were his mate now, nothing less.

“Yep. She’ll be ready in about four months.” Max smiles, proud that he could pull the strings to get his favourite girl her own avatar.

“Oh, Max. Norm.” your voice cracks, tears welling up in your eyes. “Thank you, guys. I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate this.” You walk swiftly towards them to give them both a big hug.

Neteyam reluctantly lets go of your hand and leg, but follows closely behind you, towering over the two men. He wraps his tail around your leg once more, always needing to touch you in some way.

You hug them both, tippy toeing to squeeze their necks as hard as you can – to show how much you really appreciate what their doing for you.

“Thank you, Max, Norm.” Neteyam says, smiling and bowing his head at them both.

“Our pleasure, guys.” Max and Norm chant together. “C’mere Neteyam.” Norm smiles, pulling Neteyam into the hug.

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[devilish-mirage]

You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but you’d go to great lengths to have your own avatar – to be able to become a true na’vi.

• Real, 💯 on Eywa.

Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core. Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy – he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. You imagine his lower half – his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair – musky with his natural scent – peaking over the band of his loincloth. Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand. He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member. He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. It’s so heavy, that even though he’s rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.

• help all of this is gold, I wanna print it and put it in my wall for reminder on how much of a divine being Neteyam is. Honestly, this is making me feel things- I felt something's beating and it's not my heart, a tear just run through my thighs.

“Agh.” He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. “Fuck it.” he turns around, storming to the door once more.

• YEAH COME BACK HERE

He came back.

She was coming to get me.

You smile in unison, coming to the same realization – there was something deeper going on here.

“Hi.” You breathe.

“Hey.” He whispers.

• this officially threw me into a giggling fit because what why how can this be so fucking cute I just AHHHH

“Not nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].” he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. “May I?” he asks, brushing his lips against your breast. “Yes. Always yes.” you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.

“Ohh, Neteyam!” you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. “’ts too much...” your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more. He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. “Prefer me?” he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.

• THE TENSION, FLUFF, AND NOT TO MENTION SMUT IS TOP TIER. I'VE SAID IT BUT I'LL SAY IT AGAIN!

THE FULL DESCRIPTION OF NETEYAM WAS MAKING ME HARD TO BREATHE BECAUSE I COULD LITERALLY PICTURE IT, LIKE IT'S CRYSTAL CLEAR IN MY MIND- FUCK THIS I NEED A DRINK

[tiredmamaissy]

COULD YOU PLEASE WRITE A FIC WITH SUB NETEYAM? I BEG OF YOU. I NEED HIM WHIMPERING AND BEING A MOANING MESS

-V <333

Bound

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x na’vi reader y/n (20)

Warnings: nsfw, slight bdsm, foreplay, oral sex, sub neteyam

Word count: 700

Authors Note: I had this scenario pop up immediately in my head when I read this, so I thought I’d try and make it short and sweet. Enjoy <3

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“Baby… please. Untie me” he looks down at you, practically begging with his eyes. “I don’t know about this ‘role play’ thing you want to do”

He shuffles side to side, trying to loosen the twine that holds his hands together above his head. He’s tied tightly to the support beam in the center of your shared chambers.

You approach him slowly with a rag in your hand. “What are you gonna do with that?” His ears perk up.

“Shh..shh, nete. You trust me, right?” You ask quietly.

“Always..” he mutters.

“Good.” You smirk.

You hold his jaw firmly with one hand, and with the other you stuff the rag into his mouth. “Bite on this if it gets.. overwhelming” you giggle.

“Mmmh!” His cries were muffled.

You could sense the uncertainty in his body language, but choose to look past it knowing that he’s going to be moaning your name soon. Taking a rather large feather that he brought back from a hunting trip, you brush it against his chest, working your way up his arm. He squirms at the ticklish feeling that radiates through his body. You slowly work your way down his stomach with the feather, swirling and twirling it between your fingers.

He inhales sharply, closing his eyes to focus on anything but this feeling, trying his best to resist giving you the pleasure. Seeing that your attempts at teasing him aren’t working, you skip to plan B.

“Hmm. Okay, Tey.” You approach him, face to face, looking from eye to eye. “Not gonna break so easily, huh?”

You abruptly grab the bulge growing in his loin cloth, squeezing it carefully. He jumps and takes a sudden breath through his nose, startled. You giggle into his neck, using your mouth to leave a small trail of hickeys up to his ear.

You gently lick from the base, all the way up to the tip of his ear. His breaths become raggedy, his chest moving quickly and harshly. His quiet groans pick up more bass, turning them into growls. Soon the bulge in your hand begins to twitch, and grow even bigger.

“Ptuh!” He spits out the rag. “Stop torturing me, woman. Take it out if you want it so bad” he glances briefly at your hand cupping his bulging cock firmly, signaling you to let it free.

“Ah-ah. That’s not how it works, my nete. You see..” you let go of his bulge, slowly moving your hand up his chest and pinch his nipple. He winces from the sting. “..I do what I want, and well, you just have to let me” you smirk.

You kneel suddenly, rubbing his bulge against your face, blowing hot breaths on to it. He can’t help but hump slightly, his cock eager for attention.

“Nghhhh… y/n. Please.” He huffs. “I can’t take this.. take it off, it’s too tight” he thrusts the air, just as you pull back.

“Oh what? This?“ tugging at his loin cloth.

You undo the knot slowly. “Hurry…” he growls.

The cloth falls to the ground, and his rock hard cock is finally set lose. He’s so close to the edge that his cock has a heart beat, throbbing and moving on its own. He flings his head back and squeezes his eyes shut, panting, hard. He looks back down at you.

A single bead of precum slowly oozes out of his mushroom-like head. You open your mouth and wait for it to drip onto your tongue.

“Hah.. ha.. hah..” escapes his mouth. “Fuck, y/n”

Finally, you taste his salty slick, swallowing it hungrily. “Yummy”.

He’s peering down at you, golden eyes, full of desperation, begging you to take him in your mouth.

“Mate. Please. I’m going crazy.” He moans softly, bucking his hips into the air.

You lick the very tip of his cock, and it sends him over the edge. He begins to whimper and whine like he’s about to burst just from that “ugh! Oh shit. Suck my fucking cock already” he demands.

Instead of listening, you decide to lick his entire length, from his head, down his shaft, to the base of his cock, ever so slightly.

“Tell me, teyam. Tell me how badly you want to fuck my pretty little face” you stare up at him doe eyed.

[devilish-mirage]

“Ptuh!” He spits out the rag. “Stop torturing me, woman. Take it out if you want it so bad”

“Ah-ah. That’s not how it works, my nete. You see..” you let go of his bulge, slowly moving your hand up his chest and pinch his nipple. He winces from the sting. “..I do what I want, and well, you just have to let me” you smirk.

• HOLD ON- MOVE- *push Neteyam* ekhem, me next, please?

“Mate. Please. I’m going crazy.” He moans softly, bucking his hips into the air.

• fr i wanna bite u-

You lick the very tip of his cock, and it sends him over the edge. He begins to whimper and whine like he’s about to burst just from that “ugh! Oh shit. Suck my fucking cock already” he demands.

“Tell me, teyam. Tell me how badly you want to fuck my pretty little face” you stare up at him doe eyed.

• u go girly, tease him until he breaks!

[tiredmamaissy]

hey beautiful, could i request a sub neteyam x reader (wifey) with an exhibition, spitting in mouth and degradation kink.

context: neteyam is oblivious to flirting from other females. so, reader decides to make it a point to show everyone neteyam's is theirs.

love love love your work. thanks for providing the neteyam spice that we all need 🤌🥰

Hide and Peak

a lil sumn sumn for y'all before bed

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Omatikaya Reader Y/N (19) Warnings: NSFW, degradation kink, spitting in mouth, exhibition, oral sex, foot stuff, knotting, sub neteyam

Word Count: 3.5k Authors note: My first ever request. This is a softer version of exhibition, etc. as public things are sort of a trigger me, so I hope this is okay, anon! :) lowkey got into it at the end, though.

Intro:

It’s been a few weeks since you and the Sully family have sought uturu in the Metkayina village, Awa’atlu. At first, the people were wary of all of you, thinking that providing you guys with a sanctuary would bring danger upon their people. However, after pulling your weight and adapting well to their way of life, they’ve become accepting of you and the Sully family. You and Neteyam have been so focused on adapting that your intimacy has taken quite a hit, to the point where the Metkayina people think you’re apart of the family, rather than Neteyam’s mate.

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You sit in the sand next to Kiri, soaking up the warm rays of the sun that beats on your bodies.

“I could definitely get used to this. It’s not too bad here.” You say, digging your toes further into the sand. Kiri giggles, and shakes her head. “Nothing will compare to home. But I will admit that here is nice. Look around us, Eywa keeps on giving.” She takes a deep breath, savoring the scent of the ocean. You close your eyes and dip your head back, listening to the waves crash into the shore. It’s so serene that you feel like you’re going to fall asleep any second, when you hear three voices behind you.   “Yeah. That Neteyam boy is cute. I’m glad he’s unmated... because I would mate with him.” Alira says, smiling to herself.

You look at Kiri, and scoff. “Forget what I said.” “Yeah? Well, I’d do way more than just mate with him.” Maru smirks. “Me too. I’d spit in his mouth and dominate the fuck out of him.” Vineya laughs, looking down at her feet.

Maru looks at Vineya. “Okay that’s a bit far… I’d probably just call him a few dirty names and put him in his place. He looks like he wants to be tamed.” She giggles.

“Well, I’d take his knot happily. It must be huge… he’s so tall and muscular. I just want to eat him up.” Alira mumbles to herself. “Definitely. I’d eat him alright. Probably have him eat me too.” Vineya moans softly, getting excited. “Maybe we can all share him then.” Maru suggests. “Shit. He’s coming, shush!” The words coming out of their mouths set a fire deep in your chest. Jealous isn’t a good enough word to describe the burning sensation inside your chest. You’re so livid that you feel like getting up and putting them in their place for talking about your mate like an object. He is not unmated. He is your mate, and he has been since he became a man. Kiri rests a hand on your thigh, as if to say, ‘don’t listen to them’. Her touch brings you back to reality. You shake your head, trying to get their words out your head.

Neteyam walks over to you guys, braids swaying side to side, and calls for you. “Kiri. Y/n.”

He glances at Kiri, and then at you, looking you up and down whilst smiling. He’s happy to see you. Likewise. You both stand up to greet him.  “Brother. Coming to disturb us I see.” Kiri rolls her eyes. “Hey, you.” You walk towards him, returning the smile. “Just coming to check up on you two.” Neteyam says, resting a hand on your lower back. “Yeah. We all know who you’re actually here to check up on.” Kiri shakes her head, turning around to go sit back down in the sand. “I guess that’s my cue to leave.”

Neteyam laughs. “I cannot say she is wrong. I have been missing you. Dad has me watching Lo’ak, sorry I have been away so often.” He leans into you, moving his hand to your waist.

The simple touch feels so good; it’s been too long. You see the group of girls watching you guys intently. They talk among themselves, trying to encourage each other to come over and make a move.

You lean into your mate, and tippy toe, brushing your lips against his ear ever so slightly. He holds onto your waist a little tighter, providing you with some support, as he tilts his head down.

“Eclipse. Our spot. I miss you more, by the way.” You whisper in his ear, although it was more of a moan, and drop back to the flat of your feet. He turns to you, brows raised, and a grin plastered on his face. He stares at your lips - his way of saying ‘understood, my mate’. The girls make their way over and Neteyam loosens his grip around your waist to acknowledge the oncoming company. Neteyam was raised to be a gentleman, so he greets and speaks kindly to all people, even the ones with an ulterior motive. Typically, this means he’s oblivious to all flirting outside of yours – he couldn’t quite understand why someone would flirt with a mated man. He greets them with a smile, like a gentleman, which sends the wrong message. Strike one. Their approach is aggressive, causing you to take a step back as they surround your mate. You see red, the heat now radiating from your chest to the rest of your body. Did they not just see you touch your mate? Whisper in his ear? Him grab you by the waist? What more do they need, you to fuck him in front of them? Not a bad idea, y/n. You smile to yourself, and then at them. “Hey…” he looks at each one of them up and down as they circle him. Strike two. “Hey, mighty warrior” Vineya speaks, brushing her hand over his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes? You have the body of one” Neteyam laughs with her awkwardly, “Yes... I am”. “Hi. Do all Omatikaya people have braids?” Alira asks, twirling her finger around one of his braids, completely ignoring Kiri’s hairstyle. Neteyam is taken aback by the physicality, but puts it off to curiosity. “Not all of us, no.” He examines the girl intently. Strike three. “My name is Maru, hi.” She looks at his tail, stroking it from base to tip. “Your tail is so different... aren’t you slower in the water?” she asks. He chuckles uncomfortably and steps back, inching his way back to you. “Uh, somewhat. I am getting the hang of it, though.” He smiles at them and turns around to face you. “Y/n. I must go, dad is expecting me soon.” He smiles at you, tucking a braid behind your ear. “Kiri, I’ll see you later.” He waves at her, and then the group of girls. “Bye Neteyam! Hope to see you again soon!” The girls say in unison. Kiri rolls her eyes for a second time. “No respect.” She grabs your hand and pulls you towards your Marui pod.

To her surprise, you smile at her with a twitching eye, and say "Give me a minute.” You approach the girls who are gushing over your mate, once again. “I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation, girls. I’m y/n.” you greet them. “Neteyam… he’s quite the catch, isn’t he?” They all greet you, looking you up and down. “He is. Any way that you could set us up?” They laugh again. “Yeah. Definitely.” You shrug your shoulder, smiling with them. “Y/n!” Kiri whisper calls for you, with confusion plastered all over her face. You move your hand discreetly to your back and shoo her away. “Sorry for my sister, she’s ready to go home.” You smile. “Anyways, as I was saying. There is a spot that I know about that Neteyam likes to go for some ‘alone time’. No one else is really allowed to follow him there, but I could show you guys.” You lean into their circle and whisper, “but you have to keep hidden, and quiet – very quiet.” They all quiet down and huddle into you, as if they were being told a secret. “Okay. We will be” They whisper, grinning with excitement. You pull back. “Good. Meet me here right before the eclipse, and I’ll show you where it is.” You smile, taking some strides backwards. “See you girls later.” You take Kiri’s arm and walk away quickly. “What are you thinking?” Kiri interrogates you. “I’m going to teach them a lesson. A lesson that’s obviously needed.” You say, dropping your mask and showing her your true feelings. “And how exactly are you going to do that?” Kiri asks, rolling her eyes for a third time. “You don’t want to know the details. Trust me.” You fume, breathing heavily.

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When you get to the shore, you see the three girls huddled together talking amongst each other. The sky is getting dim as the eclipse is fast approaching. You walk over to them. “Hey girls.” You nudge your head in the direction of the rocky coast. “Follow me” You call for your ilu.

They come willingly, excited to spy on Neteyam. You all bond with your ilus and make your way over to the secluded spot, a small open cave, nestled in a sea of rocks by the mangroves. When you all arrive, you see Neteyam waiting patiently for his mate, his bioluminescence glowing in the darkness. Seeing your mate took your breath away, as it did for everyone else, too. You were ready to take him and make him yours all over again. You all hide behind the curves of the mangroves, peaking through the cracks of the roots. They’re mesmerized by this glowing body, as he starts to remove his hunting knife from his hip. He fiddles with his loincloth, repositioning it before he makes his way into the water. Spying on your mate like this arouses you, your already wet loincloth becomes wetter from your slick. You fall back, and swim quietly away from the girls, making your way towards a hidden hole in the mangroves that lead to the small open cave. You swim low and slow, keeping hidden until the very last moment, where you see your mate walking into the water. You slowly emerge out of the water, just as he’s crotch deep. In your direct line of sight is his cock, imprinting out of his wet loincloth. Brushing your face against his bulge, you stand slowly looking deep in his eyes. You make your way to the shallow end of the cave, backing him up against the rocky wall.

“Hey, mighty warrior.” You run your hand up his arm and squeeze his bicep. “You are a warrior, yes?” you lean into his chest, and kiss his muscular breast. “You have the body of one.”

He looks down at you with a smirk on his face, knowing exactly what you’re doing. He responds with his line, “Yes... I am.” He pulls you in closer by your waist, leaning in to kiss you.   You cup his bulge suddenly, making him jolt instead. “Need help removing this?” You smile, brushing your lips against his.

“I missed you, my mate.” He moans into your mouth, moving his hands up your back.

You glance to the surprised eyes that peer through the cracks of the mangroves and smirk. “I missed you more, my love.” You look back at him and meet your lips with his.

He kisses you hungrily, allowing his hands to explore your body, running his hand along your queue. You melt into his feverish touches, rubbing his bulge eagerly.

“I want to try something new today. You trust me, yes?” you whisper into his mouth.

“I trust you, always.” He smiles, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Good.” You twirl one of his braids around your finger, then tuck it behind his ear.

You move your hand to the base of his queue, and run it along it’s length, holding the end and bringing it between you two. You both watch his tendrils dance excitedly, while he brings your queue forward. He puts your queue against his, and both your tendrils intertwine, connecting together. The feeling is exhilarating, causing both your eyes to dilate as you sync with one another.

The girls watching feel like they're invading a deeply intimate moment between mates – because they are. They’re taken aback, whispering to each other that they didn’t know you were his mate and that they thought you were merely his sister, or some sort of family pet. As much as they want to leave, they can’t. You see them linger longer, watching the show intently.

Being watched like this gives you an adrenaline rush, bringing feelings of extreme excitement to your body, transferring it to Neteyams.  

“Why so excited?” he asks, watching you kiss your way down his body.

“Just excited to see you, babe.” Your sloppy, wet kisses reach his belly, where you play with the dips of his abs with your tongue.

His breath becomes raggedly, and his cock hardens even more.

“You’re making me rock-hard, y/n.” he says through a clenched jaw, feeling good from your kisses.

You untie the knot of his loincloth, unleashing his raging cock. You could practically hear the girls gasp at his length. You were going to give them the show of their lives. You rub your face against his cock, breathing in his musky scent. He stares down at you, with desire in his eyes. He wants you so badly, and you can feel it.

“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip.

Eat me up? he thinks, confused.

“But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.

You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.

He looks at you, with an arched eyebrow and smiles, as if he can’t believe the words coming out your mouth. “What?”

You hear the faint giggles coming from the mangroves, as if they were saying that you couldn’t dominate your mate.

You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly.

He kneels immediately, obeying his mate’s command. His nose brushes against the soft flesh between your legs that lay open. He inhales deeply, savouring the sweet scent of your cunt.

You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”

Being blindfolded, he has to rely solely on his other senses. His hands explore your thighs, while his tongue licks the flesh between your thighs, tasting the different flavours your body has to offer. Once he starts tasting the sweetness of your nectar, he laps up your juices hungrily. His nose is buried in your cunt, rubbing against your sensitive pearl, while he drinks the juices that flow out of you.

“Good boy. Fuck” you moan, rubbing your cunt against his face while gripping his head.

He’s drunk off your scent, gulping the slick that fills his mouth the more he eats you out. The water splashes against his back as he kneels and sucks on your clit, making your legs shake. You look down and see him, blind folded, making out with your cunt and it sends you over the edge.

“Ugh, f-fuck. You look like my little fuck toy sucking on my clit like that.” you purr, caressing his cheek. “Does this little toy want my cum?” you tease, feeling your climax approaching.

Yes. Fuck. He begs you.

All he can do is let throaty moans vibrate through his nose into your cunt, which brings you even closer to your peak. His breath is heavy, panting hot air into your pussy while he’s gripping your thighs as you thrust into his face, desperate to cum inside his mouth.

You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” You demand.

They look back at you, eyes wide, looking you up and down.

He shakes his head. I can’t see, y/n.

“Not you, baby boy.” You moan breathlessly, about to cum any second. The thought of them watching you face fuck their little crush makes you so, so turned on.

You can tell your mate is getting weary, as his movements are becoming more erratic, desperate for you to cum in his mouth.

“Yeah? Want me to cum inside your mouth that bad? Fuck.” You moan, shoving your pussy against his face.

The heat in your chest shoots down your spine, into your cunt, and out into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck! Cumming!” you shriek, grabbing his head and pushing it harder into your cunt.

You look down to see your mate gulping loudly, swallowing every drop of sweep nectar that drips out of your aching hole. You pull his face away from your cunt suddenly, letting him gasp for air. Strings of your cum that connect your pussy to his lips break as he sits back into the dip of his feet.

His shoulders move up and down from how hard he’s trying to catch his breath, making choking noises in the process. His hands rest on his thighs as he hangs his head, your cum still dripping down his mouth onto his chest. You’re panting too, trying to come down from your high.

“You did well, sweetheart.” You praise him.

Using a single finger under his chin to tilt his head upwards, he parts his lips, panting small, hot breaths.

“Open wider.” You command. He opens wider, tilting his head back even more, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow.”

He swallows your spit greedily, licking his bottom lip, corner to corner. Your foot presses against his bulging, throbbing cock, causing him to whine under your touch.

“Since you were such a good boy, I’ll make you feel good.” You take your mates cock between your toes, providing him with just enough friction.

The strings of precum dripping from his throbbing cockhead coat your toes in a thick slick, allowing him to thrust his hips freely.

“Work for it, my little cumslut.” He bucks his hips into your toes, moaning and whining loudly.

“Nghh... y/n. Why are you acting this way?” he asks through shaky breaths, working for his climax.

“It’s your punishment.” You state, like it was a fact.

“What did I do, baby? Mmnnh…” he whimpers, his head dipping back from being almost there.

“You don’t know?” you pull back your foot.

He thrusts against nothing into the air, still trying to chase his orgasm. “Fuck. Please, y/n.” he begs, extending his hand to touch himself.

You kick away his hand and crouch over, taking off his blind fold to reveal his watery, drunk eyes, willing to do anything to cum. “What did you think of those girls?”

“I don’t know, y/n.” he whines, “...they were friendly, I guess”

“No.” you straddle him. “They were flirting. With my mate.” You take the entirety of his pulsing, swollen cock inside your slippery cunt in one thrust, already feeling his knot emerging.

You both moan in unison, as you feel the heat of each other mix together. You look into each other’s eyes, forehead to forehead, panting from the feeling.

“That’s your problem. You think people are just being nice when really...” you lift your hips up, “...they want your huge, fucking cock.” You slam your hips against his.

His eyes squeeze shut as he dips his head back, feeling overstimulated by your walls that clench tightly around his girth. “I’m sorry, baby” he whimpers, resting his head into your bosom as he  runs his fingers up and down your back.

“You better be, you little slut.” You whine on his knot while you breath into his ear, “make it up to me... and give me this fat knot of yours.”

Hearing these words drive him into a frenzy, fucking you erratically and moaning loudly. Just as you feel his cock heat up, trying to burrow it’s knot into your cunt, you grab his jaw and turn it towards the mangroves.

“Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, bulging, glowing pairs of blue eyes watching them.

He’s so deep into the thick, hazy fog that it turns him on even more to know that they’ve been watching him be dominated this entire time. He thrusts into you even harder, even deeper, showing them that you’re his. You lick his neck, holding his head in position while you ride out your oncoming orgasm, moaning in his ear.

“Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.

He’s panting, staring at the blue eyes that stare at back at him while he ruts into you relentlessly, listening to your loud moans in his ear.

“Oh – oh shit. F-fuck! Cumming. Cumming!” he lets out lengthy whines, driving his knot into your cunt, tying you two together.

You turn your head to the direction of their glowing eyes, and smile, planting wet kisses all over your mates face, as he gasps for air. “That’s a good boy. I hope you learnt your lesson. All of you.”  

Photo creds: sberrymango (on insta)

[devilish-mirage]

“I just want to eat you up.” you taunt, licking his cock from base to tip. “But, I prefer you eat me first.” You stand up quickly, moving him to switch positions with you.

• BAD BITCH Y/N MY FAVORITE, YUH 😩❤️

You lean back against the wall, and rest your foot on a rock, opening your legs. “Get on your knees.” You demand him.

You untie your own loincloth and use it to blindfold your mate. “I said, kneel.” You say sternly. You grab a fist full of his braids and shove his face into your pussy. “Now, eat.”

• ... I- Nete I'm sorry but like y/n looking real delicious rn I'm kinda leaning towards her-

You dip your head back, feeling ecstasy from your mate lapping up your pussy juices, and peak at the girls watching you about to cum in his mouth. You give them a smile, and they look away in embarrassment.

“Look at me.” You demand.

• YES MA'AM, ANYTHING. GOD, I'M THIRSTY *AGGRESSIVELY DRINKS*

“Open wider.” You command. He opens wider, tilting his head back even more, and you spit directly into his mouth. He whimpers, completely under your trance. “Swallow."

Look at the audience while you cum inside your mate.” He looks through the cracks of the mangroves to see three, bulging, glowing pairs of blue eyes watching them. “Knot me. Show them you’re mine.” You moan, feeling your cunt start to pulsate around his cock.

• Chills, literal chills. I need a break my heart's beating so fast rn help- (this is a lie, I'll be stalking your acc)

[tiredmamaissy]

Forgiven (Forgive Me: Part II)

Part I ; Masterlist ; Rut/Heat/Knotting Info

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Dom Neteyam Sully (22) x Sub Na’vi Reader (22)

Warnings: extremely filthy explicit smut, slightly mean/dark/hard-dom neteyam, rough mirror sex, brief fingering, rough brief oral sex (m receiving), mentions of ‘slut’, mentions of reader being intimate w/ jake, degradation kink, breeding kink, use of safe word, mentions of knotting, profanity

Word Count: 4.2k

Requested: Yes || No loosely based on this prompt

Author’s Note: thank you so much for 2500+ followers and all of the amazing birthday wishes, it all feels unreal. Here’s some dom nete rearranging your insides as a gift ily.

Synopsis: What better thing to bring out the beast within Neteyam than him watching you with someone else? Now, he just needs to remind you who owns you.

“Nete, please. J-just wait. I’m sorry!” you shout, voice bouncing as you run after Neteyam. You finally catch up to him, grabbing his arm to turn him to face you. “Please. I’m sorry.” you pant heavily, winded from such a chase.

“Yeah?” Neteyam steps towards you, lips tightened with his braids swaying. “You’re sorry?” He growls, clenching his jaw as he towers over your tiny frame.

You’d never seen Neteyam this angry before – to the point where he had to walk away so he wouldn’t take it out on you. Imagine that, loving you so much that even after he watches you get fucked out he decides to leave rather than taking it out on you. After all, a part of him knew that it wasn’t your fault entirely. He allowed it to happen to an extent. Regardless, you feel terrible, apologizing repeatedly not because you got fucked by his father, but because you enjoyed it a little too much. And he knew it. You do love him, but to be fucked by the Olo’eyktan himself? Fuck.

“I am, nete. Please, I’ll do anything.” you pout, looking up at him with pinched brows and glossy eyes.

“Hah.” He huffs out a scoff, chin meeting his chest momentarily. His eyes snap up to yours, predatory gaze boring into your innocence, quirked brows and a menacing grin plastered on his face. “Anything?”

“Yes.” you breathe, meeting his gaze with your pleading eyes as you drop to your knees. “Anything.” you pant, parted lips brushing ever so slightly against the bulge in his loincloth.  

His eyes lit up. Seeing you submit to him on your knees, so, so close to his cock, had ignited a fire deep in his chest that only made his grin wider. “On your knees, huh?” he chuckles breathily, gently raking his fingers through your hair. You lean into his touch, eyes still fixated on his. Suddenly, he drops his grin and fists your hair.

“Get up.” he growls, bringing you to your feet by the grip he has on you. “Come.”

“Sst! Neteyam-” you hiss, hands flying up to grip the wrist that’s dragging you along behind him.

Here you are, being dragged through the forest by your hair to only Eywa knows where. You know what this means, though. You had pissed him off once before, and fuck, was that a good pounding. But you know today would be like nothing you’ve ever experienced before. You’re willing though, to take whatever he wanted, no – needed to throw your way. Anything to make it right, for him to forgive you.

“W-where are we going?” you squeak, trying to keep up with his quick strides.

“Somewhere where no one will hear your filthy, little noises.”

The abandoned link shack? Your eyes bulge at the sight of the heavily damaged chunk of metal. “I-I thought we weren’t allowed to come here, Nete.”  

He huffs a sigh in response, plopping you down onto the ground right outside the link shack. “Stay put.” You watch as his tall stature crouches under the misshapen door to get inside the shack. It only takes a few steps for him to disappear from your sight.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had conjured up a plan on how he was going to deal with you the moment his father ordered him to ‘get out the way’. He planned to take you to this very abandoned link shack and remind you who your owner was; where no one could interrupt you, see you... hear you.

He makes his way into the small bathroom and crouches in front of the small, dusty mirror. Giving it a quick wipe with his hand, he peers back at himself, witnessing his own lips tighten and chest heave at the memory of the event. The flame in his chest flickers, growing bigger and hotter at the mere thought. Gripping the sides of the medicine cabinet, he closes his eyes and steadies his erratic breathing, trying to regain some sort of composure. A million and one thoughts are racing through his head all at once. Could he have done something differently? Was it his fault? Why did he feel so angry with you when it was really his father’s doing? It’s all too much, too loud, that he can’t help but yell to drown the deafening murmur in his head.

Once he opens his eyes, he realises he’s ripped the mirror off its hinges. He stares back at himself once more, taking a deep breath before smiling to himself. He knows exactly how he’s going to deal with you.

“Neteyam? Are you alright? I heard you yell.” you ask, worried for your mate.

“Quiet.” he spits, walking swiftly towards you with some sort of reflective object in his hand. He grabs you by the arm, pulling you towards a tree. Little knots tie in your stomach when you realize exactly what he’s holding.

“A mirror?” you say in a small, puzzled voice.

“Yeah. A mirror.” Neteyam repeats your words as he props it up against the trunk of the tree.

“What are you going to do with a mirror, nete?” your voice is small, and shaky.

“You’re going to watch yourself be reminded who owns you.” he mumbles, hooking his fingers under the waistband of his loincloth to tug it down his legs. You watch in awe as his cock springs up, slapping against his stomach. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling you towards his cock. “Open.” he demands.

You’re quick to oblige, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue. He slaps his cockhead against the flat of your tongue a few times, staring deeply into your eyes. “Eyes on yourself.” he nudges his chin over to the mirror beside you.

Your eyes follow his direction, landing on the sight of you kneeling, mouth opened wide with his cock slapping against your tongue. Seeing yourself like this makes your chest tighten. “Don’t look away.” he orders, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And if you do...” he slowly slides his tip into your mouth, “...there’ll be consequences.”

It was strange – to see yourself with a cock stuffed in your mouth. There were very few instances where you even came face to face with a mirror, at most you’d look at your reflection in the stillness of the lake or pond. But this? This was a different thing all together. You witness him sink himself inch by inch down your throat... the bulge in your neck, the bead of saliva dribbling down your chin. The desire to look away, to look him in the eyes was overwhelming. Just a quick glance wouldn’t hurt, right? Just so you could see his face... to see if he’s still upset, still angry.

A quick glance. That’s all it took to bring the beast out.

“I said not to fucking look away.” he snaps at you, forcing his entire length down your throat and firmly holding you down until your eyes pool with tears. “Fuck. At least this little filthy mouth is good for something. Look at yourself. Go on. Look at you, taking every fucking inch of my cock down your throat. Isn’t it such a pretty sight? Hm?” he hums, bucking his hips into your mouth, shoving his cockhead into the back of your throat.

Your eyes snap back to the mirror, watching the tears stream down your face as you gag on his cock. “Fuck. I love when you gag on me, it feels so fucking good, having your throat squeeze my cock like that.” he bucks his hips once more, earning him another gag. “Ohh, fuck. Just like that, pretty girl.”

A fire sets in your lungs as they yearn for a breath of fresh air. Muffled choked moans vibrate in your throat around his cock, begging him to let up – to let you breathe. “Hah. Be a good girl for me and take my cock. C’mon.” he grins, tightening his grip at the back of your head, pushing you down onto his cock even more. You gag repeatedly, fingernails digging into his thighs as you try to take your punishment – to take what you deserved. 

Your vision starts to cloud, stars shining so bright you could barely see your own reflection. “Don’t pass out on me now, love. Wake up.” he thrusts into your mouth, making your eyes pop open. “That’s it. Look at yourself. Whose cock is inside this little mouth of yours? Hm? Tell me.” he commands, yanking you off him.

You gasp for air, coughing violently as you try to say his name. He grabs the underside of your jaw with his free hand and tilts your head up to look into his eyes. “Tell me.” he repeats harshly, top lip twitching from anger. He didn’t look like himself, there’s a glint in his eye – one that frightened you a little. Perhaps it was because you knew deep down that this man has no intentions of taking mercy on you.

“Ne-neteyams!” you croak out a sore throat.  

“Gooood girl.” he smiles, looking down at you with lust in his eyes. “Keep being a good girl for me, will you?” he walks behind you, gripping your shoulders to turn you to face the mirror head on. He seats himself behind you, supporting you against his chest. You can feel his hot breath against your neck as he brushes his lips against your skin. He spreads your legs slowly, revealing the growing dark spot in the core of your loincloth. “Who are you so wet for? Hm?” he hums, sliding his hands down from your knees to your inner thighs.

“Neteyam.” you breathe, staring in his wanton eyes through the mirror.

“Ah. You sure about that?” he purrs, hooking a thumb under the band of your loincloth, stretching it out and letting it snap back onto your hip.

“Y-yes.” you squeak, hip stinging slightly.

“Let’s have a better look, then.” he rips the flimsy cloth into two, throwing it aside. “Sorry about that, love. Guess you’ll just have to walk home naked today.” he chuckles softly, pulling back your legs as far as they can go, exposing your bare cunt in the mirror. “Look at that, fuck. So pretty, isn’t it?”

You stare at your glistening folds, your exposed clit... the bead of slick dripping from your entrance. It was almost humiliating, seeing yourself so exposed – so vulnerable. You try to close your legs a little, only for Neteyam to yank them back further, knees nestled under your arms. “Don’t fight me. Keep them spread.” he growls softly, brushing his canines against your shoulder. To your surprise, he plants a soft kiss on your silken skin as his eyes peer up at you like you’re something to devour. He slides his hand down to your inner thigh, pads of his fingers gently brushing over your plump pussy lips.

“Who owns this pretty, little pussy? Hm?”

“You. You do.” you breathe, watching your clit jump from his sensual touches. He gives your cunt a light smack, making you take a quick, sudden breath. “Mmn! Neteyam does.”

“There we go.” he whispers, trailing wet kisses back up to your ear, “Now, don’t look away.” he warns you, parting your lips with two fingers, exposing your wet, glossy hole. “This is mine. To do whatever I please with. Understand?”

“Mm – mhm” you mewl softly, watching intently as he slowly inserts his digits, scissoring them roughly to stretch your cunt. “Oh, n-nete.” you pant, looking at all the different textures and colours of your pussy.

“You don’t need anymore stretching that that, do you? This hole has been so used up already.” he clicks his tongue, roughly pulling out his fingers from your cunt, leaving it clenching around nothingness.

You didn’t even realize how heavy you were breathing until you glanced up to your breasts to see the rise and fall of your chest. Eyes trailing further up, you catch sight of your own arousal – your flushed face, reddened and puffy from crying.

“’ts a shame, really.” he huffs, hoisting you up onto his lap, arms hooked under the dip of your knees to keep your legs wide open. You watch his throbbing, cockhead brush against your slit, poking and prodding at your entrance.

“Eyes on yourself.” he reminds you, shifting in his hips to slowly sink his cock inside your little, needy cunt – inch by inch. You watch as your face screws, mouth falling open, brows tightening and eyes widening... Fuck, is this what he saw when his father sunk his cock inside of you?

“You looked just like that.” he growls, as if he could hear your thoughts. “Just like that when this used hole took another mans cock.” he chuckles just as he bottoms out in your fucked out cunt. “Hm? You liked it that much? Fucking slut.” he pants, drilling his cockhead into your cervix.

“Ohh, fuck! ’m s-so sorry, N-neteyam. Really... ngh! please.” you plead with him, but all he does is drive his cock even deeper inside you, “Agh! I-I couldn’t help how I felt. Shit. I didn’t w-want to enjoy it. Honest-” you sputter out, feeling an immense amount of pressure on your cervix.

“Fuck. I love to hear your little noises... begging and pleading with me.” he chuckles breathily, repositioning your legs to hang over his so he can give you a hard thrust. “The same fucking noises that got you here in the first place.”

“P-please!” you cry out, eyes widening more so you don’t dare look away, witnessing his entire cock disappear in your cunt. “Please. Please. Please.” you beg repeatedly.  

“Hah. ‘Please, please, please’.” he lets loose another chuckle, really finding your little pleas amusing. “You’ve had two cocks in you and you’re still begging for more? What? Do you need a third?” He asks harshly, thrusting into you once more. "Should I call for my brother next? Hm?!” he shouts, thrusting into you so hard it winds you, making you choke back your words.

You couldn’t answer, even if you knew what to say to such a question. All you could do was stare at the woman in front of you, watching as the teardrops crash on her cheeks, mouth agape with fervour. You watch as he snakes his arm around her waist, sliding his hand down to her pelvis, using two fingers to rub tight circles into her clit. Her face twists with pleasure, brows pinching together, cheeks reddening, her dazed, heavy lidded eyes closing...

 “Look at yourself!” he shouts, smacking your cunt - leaving your clit stinging. “Fuck. Such a -thrust- pathetic -thrust- desperate -thrust- little -thrust- filthy -thrust- fucking -thrust- slut.” he growls, pounding relentlessly into your sticky, sopping cunt, working out loud squelching noises with every thrust.

“Neteyam!” you cry out, eyes popping open as the word finally dislodges from your throat. 

“That’s right, you needy thing. Who’s fucking you? Say it again.” he commands, setting a merciless rhythm, pounding into you so deeply that his balls smack against your clit with each stutter of his hips.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” you moan loudly, shifting your hips so he can fuck right into your sweet spot.

“No.” he growls, angling his own pelvis to avoid your sensitive spot. “You fucking earn it.”

“Please, Nete. I – I want to cum! Please. Please. I’m sorry. I’m s-so, so sorry!” you plead with him, hips spasming frantically as you try to make yourself cum.

“That’s your fucking problem. Always so impatient, so fucking needy and desperate.” he moves his hips quickly, jamming his cockhead right into your g-spot, “You wanna cum? Yeah?!” he shouts, fucking repeatedly into the swell of your gummy pussy walls as he rubs harsh circles into your clit.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Yess.” you cry out, feeling the coil in the pit of your stomach tighten so much that it snaps, “Oh fuck! ‘m gonna cum! N-nete!”

He pulls out of you roughly and pulls the hood of your clit back, denying you your orgasm. “No, no. Pleaseee” you whine, hips trying to search for your mate’s cock.

“You see that? See how your pussy is gripping around nothing? Trying so desperately to find my fucking cock? Yes? Tell me, sweet thing.” he hums, lining his cock up with your quivering hole. “Whose cock is better? My fathers’ or mine? Hm?” he asks breathily, slowly stretching you out with his throbbing cockhead.

“Yours... ngh - Neteyams! P-please!” you whimper, rolling your hips to drill his cock back inside your slippery pussy.

“Ah. Say it with a little more...” he slams his entire cock inside you in one, hard thrust. “...love.” he growls into the crook of your neck.

“Neteyam! Neteyam!” you shout, grinding into his cock. “I love your cock – fuck. I love it, I love you. I – I want to cum, please!”  

“That’s it, you’re mine. All mine. To do whatever I fucking want with. My own personal fuck toy. My own cumdump.” he ruts into you, massaging your clit with all three fingers. “Just a hole for my cock to fuck. Aren’t you?” he huffs, spreading your legs further with his knees.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck yes!” you cry out, feeling the heat pool in your pelvis once more. “Please, can I cum? Ngh – oh, N-nete... g-gonna cum!”

“Look. Look at how your body responds to me. Go on, watch yourself cum.” he grinds into your swollen sweet spot, tightening the circles he’s rubbing into your clit. “Cum for me.” he demands.

Your eyes roll back before they squeeze shut as loud, lengthy moans escape your agape mouth. He gives your clit a quick smack, demanding that you watch yourself cum, before he rubs even tighter circles into it. Your eyes pop open just as you cum, just as an orgasm so powerful ripples through your body that you push his cock out of you and gush all over the mirror – cum splattering it’s reflective surface.

“Fuck. Just like that. Such a good little slut.” he praises you, rewarding you for your good behaviour by stuffing you with his cock once more – giving you no time to recover or come down from your high. He closes his eyes momentarily to relish in that sweet, euphoric feeling of your pussy walls fluttering helplessly around his girth. You slump back into his chest, letting him fuck into your cunt again, working out more sloppy, squelching sounds as he taps your clit repeatedly. You watch through inebriated eyes and the little splatters of cum on the mirror, as he works yet another orgasm out of you.

“Again. Cum for me again.” he slams his cock into you deeper – harder, insisting with his thrusts that you cum for him.

“Please... mmngh, I just c-came Nete. I – I can’t – ugh! cum again” you pant, breath hitching as you dig your nails into his knees.

“You can. And you will.” he growls lowly, tapping your clit a bit harder.

Though you just came, you could feel the aftershocks morph into jolts of electricity, surging through your entire body. You can feel it in the tips of your fingers and toes – the zap of each thrust and swipe of your clit. And – oh fuck, did it feel so good. So good that you could really cum on his cock again. He could feel the gummy walls of your pussy heat up as your walls clamp down on his cock. He takes this as his sign to angle his hips once more to fuck right into your already swollen, fucked out sweet spot.

“Go on. Cum on my fucking cock.” he growls, sinking his teeth into your shoulder.

So many feelings were surging through you all at once – pain and pleasure, euphoria and guilt, but you couldn’t stop yourself from cumming, just like he demanded of you. You release silent screams into the air, overstimulated from his incessant thrusts. You feel – you see your cunt pulsate around his cock, just as his hand flies away from your clit for you to witness it twitch and throb before you. He grabs your hips and shoves you down on his cock, holding you there while to finally get the chance to ride out your orgasm, grinding and spasming into his pelvis.

“See that?” he whispers, pulling his cock out of you so that he can spread your folds apart with his fingers. “That’s my pussy to fuck...” you stare at your hole quiver convulsively around nothingness, “...my clit to rub” your eyes shift up to your twitching, swollen clit, “...my womb to breed.” he growls, slamming his cock back inside you.

“Oh shittt. Please.” you beg, voice hoarse and low.

You could tell by the look in his eye that he wasn’t here – he wasn’t listening to you. He was too deep in his emotions to take mercy on you that the only way he would stop was if he came inside you – marking you with his seed, marking you as his. You knew that this is what you deserved, anyways, for fucking his father and enjoying it.

So, you take it.

He’s pounding into you once again, slipping and sliding in and out of your cunt – skin smacking against skin. You could see in his drunken eyes that he was close, you could feel it in the way his cock heats up inside you, the way it twitches each time his cockhead kisses your cervix. You pray to Eywa that once he cums that it’ll finally be over. Your eyelids are so heavy, threatening to shut for good each time you flutter them, but you dare not succumb to your urges. You watch hazy eyed as he ruts arrhythmically into you, too busy chasing his own climax to notice the look of defeat plastered on your face. 

“’m gonna cum inside you. So, so deep. ‘m gonna flood your fertile womb with my seed, ‘nd walk you back home with it dripping between your legs so everyone knows you’re mine.” he grunts into your neck, giving you shorter and deeper thrusts. His grunts turn into guttural, lengthy groans as he grips your knees to pull them back – to open yourself up even more for his load. “Mmmn-fuck. You feel so fucking good, sucking in my cock like that – shit. Ready for it?” he huffs, bottoming out in your cunt to spray his seed deep inside of you. “Ohh f-fuck, yes. Nghh – watch yourself be bred, my pretty thing. Look.” he pants in your ear, rocking his hips into you.

You look down at your pussy, witnessing his warm cum fill you up so much that the excess oozes out of you. You attempt to close your legs to keep it inside you, only for him to forcefully spread them open – making you watch him impregnate you. “Not begging for my knot today? Hm?” he presses his knot against your entrance, ready to pop it inside you.

“No, no, no. Nete please, don’t” you babble, too fucked out to say much more. You knew you couldn’t take anymore, especially not his knot. Regardless, he continues to poke and prod at your slit with it, trying to bury it inside of you – to breed you for good.

“Utumauti! Utumauti! [bananafruit]” you cry out your safe word for the first time.

There’s a moment of silence – of stillness. Where he just processes the words that just came out your mouth. You could see his expression change... soften, as he slips back into the Neteyam you know. You could see the glint of guilt in his eye as he immediately pulls out of you.

“I... I’m sorry.” he croaks, cradling your limp body in his arms before laying you down.

He’s looks at you, cum seeping out of your used hole, body trembling from being so mishandled. He eyes trail up your body, to your flushed face, seeing the water pooled in your eyes. Now that, hurt his heart. He scoots back, creating a great deal of distance between the two of you. You look at him through blurred vision to see that he’s now got his head hanging between his knees.

“Nete. It’s okay. I’m okay.” you reassure him with trembling lungs.

“Forgive me, y/n.” he mutters, hiding his face between his knees.

“Only if you forgive me.” you say, a hint of smug self-satisfaction in your voice.

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[devilish-mirage]

“I am, nete. Please, I’ll do anything.”

“Yes.” you breathe, meeting his gaze with your pleading eyes as you drop to your knees. “Anything.” you pant, parted lips brushing ever so slightly against the bulge in his loincloth.  

• Stay strong, y/n. I'm rooting for the both of us rn. U can do it!

Seeing you submit to him on your knees, so, so close to his cock, had ignited a fire deep in his chest that only made his grin wider. “On your knees, huh?” he chuckles breathily, gently raking his fingers through your hair. You lean into his touch, eyes still fixated on his. Suddenly, he drops his grin and fists your hair. “Get up.” he growls, bringing you to your feet by the grip he has on you. “Come.”

• ngl that paragraph does something to me

He planned to take you to this very abandoned link shack and remind you who your owner was; where no one could interrupt you, see you... hear you.

“You’re going to watch yourself be reminded who owns you.” he mumbles, hooking his fingers under the waistband of his loincloth to tug it down his legs. You watch in awe as his cock springs up, slapping against his stomach. He grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling you towards his cock. “Open.” he demands.

• YAS I'M ALL YOURS BABY, YOU OWN ME FR 😩❤️

“I said not to fucking look away.” he snaps at you, forcing his entire length down your throat and firmly holding you down until your eyes pool with tears. “Fuck. At least this little filthy mouth is good for something. Look at yourself. Go on. Look at you, taking every fucking inch of my cock down your throat. Isn’t it such a pretty sight? Hm?” he hums, bucking his hips into your mouth, shoving his cockhead into the back of your throat.

• I AM SCREAMING WITHOUT THE S RN, MY DEGRADING/PRAISE KINK IS VERY SATISFIED

“Who owns this pretty, little pussy? Hm?”

“You. You do.” you breathe, watching your clit jump from his sensual touches. He gives your cunt a light smack, making you take a quick, sudden breath. “Mmn! Neteyam does.”

“There we go.” he whispers, trailing wet kisses back up to your ear, “Now, don’t look away.” he warns you, parting your lips with two fingers, exposing your wet, glossy hole. “This is mine. To do whatever I please with. Understand?”

• IT'S THIS IS SO HOT WHAT HELP I CANNOT BREATH, I'M PUTTING MY PHONE DOWN FOR A SEC HOLD ON-

“You see that? See how your pussy is gripping around nothing? Trying so desperately to find my fucking cock? Yes? Tell me, sweet thing.” he hums, lining his cock up with your quivering hole. “Whose cock is better? My fathers’ or mine? Hm?”

“That’s it, you’re mine. All mine. To do whatever I fucking want with. My own personal fuck toy. My own cumdump.”

“Just a hole for my cock to fuck. Aren’t you?” “See that?” he whispers, pulling his cock out of you so that he can spread your folds apart with his fingers. “That’s my pussy to fuck...” “...my clit to rub” “...my womb to breed.” he growls, slamming his cock back inside you.

• I'M PUTTING IT DOWN AGAIN, I AM WALKING AWAY FROM MY PHONE BECAUSE I CAN'T. I'M GON RUN SOME LAPS AROUND MY ROOM, BYE.

“’m gonna cum inside you. So, so deep. ‘m gonna flood your fertile womb with my seed, ‘nd walk you back home with it dripping between your legs so everyone knows you’re mine.” he grunts into your neck, giving you shorter and deeper thrusts. His grunts turn into guttural, lengthy groans as he grips your knees to pull them back – to open yourself up even more for his load. “Mmmn-fuck. You feel so fucking good, sucking in my cock like that – shit. Ready for it?” he huffs, bottoming out in your cunt to spray his seed deep inside of you. “Ohh f-fuck, yes. Nghh – watch yourself be bred, my pretty thing. Look.” he pants in your ear, rocking his hips into you.

• I love this, I love u sm for writing this- this whole fic got me giggling, kicking my feet, holding my breath (this is so true I have to take breaks in between istg), I RAN, LAPS I TELL U, LAPS AROUND MY ROOM I EVEN TAKE A SIP BECAUSE I'M SO THIRSTY.

[tiredmamaissy]

Forgive Me

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Part II

Characters: jake sully x na’vi reader x neteyam sully

Warnings: pure filth, dark/mean dom jake, hurt/soft dom nete, public sex, rough sex, profanity, squirting

Word Count: 3k [i swore to myself that i was gonna make this short smh]

Author's Note: this is fucked up but writing this had my heart racing, so it is what it is. i love you nete, i'm sorry.

Tags: @b-ritney , you better stop what you're doing because it's out loool (ty for the reblog btw) @jakexneytiri baby hope you enjoy plus everyone who wanted it to be a lil longer

based on this and this

"Take me here." you blurt out, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help it.

"What?" Neteyam breathes, wide eyes watching you back up against the tree.

"Just take me right here. I - I can’t wait any longer" you huff quietly, eagerly untying the knot on your loincloth.

Neteyam looks around, scanning the forest to see if anyone is nearby to witness you stripping. He catches sight of his father, far in the distance sharpening his hunting knife.

"Are you fucking crazy?" he whispers harshly, grabbing your hand that’s so desperately trying to rip your soaked loincloth off you. “My father is right there!”

"So? I need you now." you pant, pulling him in by the arm.

"So? So? So I can’t fuck you here” he leans in to rasp the words, pulling you away from the tree into his chest.

"Fuck. Neteyam. Maybe I should go and ask your father to fuck me since you’re so concerned about him." you hiss, peering up into his eyes.

Neteyam grabs your other wrist, binding them both together in one hand, hard enough to bruise your silken skin. He pushes you back against the scaly tree, pinning your hands above your head. He’s inches away from your face, panting hot air into your face.

"What the fuck did you just say?" he mutters, shoving his knee in between your legs, applying pressure to your needy little cunt.

You can’t help but giggle, pleased with yourself that you know exactly how to get what you want, when you want.

"Haah... I said" you pant, "I said, maybe I should get your dad to fuc-"

Neteyam yanks you towards him once more, spinning you around to shove your face against the tree. He tugs down his loincloth just enough for his painfully rock hard cock to slap right between your wet pussy lips.

"This is what you want?" he thrusts between your folds a few times before lining his cockhead up with your dripping entrance. "Hm? Then take it." he pants into the shell of your ear, slamming his cock inside you. "Take every fucking inch of it." he groans lowly, staying deep inside your cunt - jabbing his swollen cockhead into your cervix.

"F-fuck!" You cry out, walls of your heat clamping around him, trying so desperately to stretch out enough for his fat cock.

A hand flies up to cup your mouth. "Shush, you desperate little thing. Wanting me to fuck you in broad daylight, right in front of my fucking father. Yeah?" he grunts quietly, setting a merciless pace right off the bat.

Your muffled, filthy cries and whimpers only rile him up more, making him pound into your slippery, tight cunt.

Fuck, does it feel good.

"Mmmph! Mmm!" You moan, thrashing your head to get out of his grip.

"Fuck. Don't fight me, baby. I thought you wanted this?" he growls lowly, digging his fingers into your cheeks, "Hush up and take it."

You're so fucking close, you just need him to go a little deeper... a little harder. You arch your back, trying to angle his cockhead to jam right into your sweet spot, all on your own. But all he's doing is teasing you, brushing against it ever so slightly.

It's driving you crazy.

"Look at you squirming around, trying to make yourself cum." he thrusts right into your sweet spot. "Yeah, I know exactly where it is. But, oh sweetheart. You'll have to fucking earn it, won't you?" he pants, plunging two fingers into your mouth.

This how he likes to play. He'll act all sweet, and considerate, and the moment you do something - say something to piss him off he's quick to put you in your fucking place. Then he'll tease, and tease you, taking joy in watching you squirm around as you try to make him fuck you out right. Making you beg him to fuck you faster - harder, all so you can cover his cock with your cum.

Fuck. You couldn't take it anymore.

"Fuck me harder!" you squeal, biting down onto his fingers.

"Sst!" he yanks his fingers out your mouth, "Shut it. You're so fucking needy. So fucking noisy." he growls deeply, manhandling your hips to drill his cock deep inside you.

"That’s no way to talk to a lady. Thought I taught ya better than that, son" Jake interrupts, arms crossed over his chest, leg propped up on a large tree stump.

"Shit. I - I" Neteyam stutters, frozen - cock still buried deep inside you.

You hide your flushed face into your arms, mortified that the Olo'eyktan has caught you two in the act - in public at that.

"Oh, sweetheart. Is my boy not treating ya right?" he clicks his tongue, trying to have a good luck at your face.

"Sir, I - I can explain." Neteyam starts pulling out of you, making you whimper quietly.

"No - no. Go ahead, son. Let's see if you've learned anything that I've been tryna drill into that goddamn head of yours." Jake snaps, taking a seat on the tree stump, gesturing for him to continue.

Was his father really telling him to fuck you? In front of him? The thought of the Olo'eyktan watching you get fucked out only made the blood pump in your veins harder, making you even more flushed... even more aroused. You'd never admit it, but you'd always had a thing for his father. Who wouldn't? A warrior with that much power and strength. Your thighs rubbed together at the mere thought, just as Neteyam slides back inside of you.

Fuck, are we really doing it? You look behind you, shock plastered on your face.

"'m sorry, love." Neteyam whispers in your ear as he pumps his cock in and out of you. He couldn't disobey his fathers orders - he would never dare.

He thrusts into you languidly, keeping his hands frozen on your hips, gaze locked onto anything but the spectator - the judge. You're afraid to make a peep, covering your own mouth as he gently grazes past the swell of your g-spot. Perhaps it was the audience, but Neteyam seemed to have stage fright. He went from pinning you against the tree, plunging two fingers in your mouth and pounding sweet squelching noises out your pussy to - well, this.

"Go on boy. Fuck her like you were before. No need to hold back 'cause of your old man." Jake chuckles, eyes fixated on your bouncing breasts.

Neteyam's hips pick up speed, rutting into you a little faster - a little harder. Little moans make their way up your throat and you try your best to hold them in, squeezing your eyes shut and biting your bottom lip.

Thrust. Right into your sweet spot.

"Oh f-fuck!" your eyes pop open, looking the Olo'eyktan directly in the face as you let loose a strained moan. Neteyam's covers your mouth once more, not wanting anyone else but him to hear your pathetic, filthy, little noises. You can't help but rub your thighs together, arching your back so that he can tickle that sensitive spot deep in your cunt again - all while you stare into his father's eyes.

Jake props his elbows on his knees, face resting in his hand as he holds eye contact with you. It's as if he were asking you for permission to fuck you properly - to fuck you how a real warrior should. You stare at Jake, teardrops crashing onto Neteyam's hand that cups your mouth, silently telling him 'please' as you squirm around trying to make yourself cum. Your eyes fall to the bulge between his legs, earning you a little sly smirk from his father.

Shit. What am I doing? Your eyes flutter before tearing away from the sight of his clothed, growing cock.

"Hands off her mouth, boy. What the hell are you thinking? You tryna suffocate the poor girl?" Jake waves his hand at his son as he gets up, an expression of dissatisfaction smothered on his face.

"Sorry, sir." Neteyam breathes, hand falling back to your hip.

He walks slowly over to you and leans into your face, inches away from your lips. "Are you feeling good, babygirl?" he asks huskily, his predatory eyes boring into yours.

"I - I, uh. Y-yes" you squeak, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Doesn't seem that way, sweetheart. You've been squirming around tryna make yourself cum." he whispers, inching his mouth closer and closer to your ear. "I can help you with that." he whispers before pulling back to look into your eyes once more.

Your eyes frantically search his, brows pinched together and mouth slightly parted - an expression of desperation. You wanted to cum so badly. You wanted him to make you cum so badly. But you didn't want to admit it. You couldn't admit it, not with Neteyam here - with Neteyam still inside you like this. You bat your eyes a few times, breath becoming raggedy. Jake smiles, taking this as your way of saying 'fuck me, please'.

"Alright." Jake stands, huffing out a sigh as if he were about to do some charity work. "Looks like I'm gonna have to show ya. Move out the way." he orders.

Neteyam grinds his teeth, hard enough he may actually chip one. He looks at his father, then down to you with defeat in his eyes. He knew he didn't have a choice here, but that didn't take away the feelings pulsing through his veins, the green flame of envy in his chest - the blood bubbling in his heart. Reluctantly, he pulls out of you and steps back, eyes locked onto his feet.

"N-nete?" you whine quietly, eyes bulging from the sight of his father taking his position behind you.

"Sorry, love." he mutters, retreating to the tree stump.

You watch as Jake quickly shifts his loincloth to the side, unsheathing his massive cock. If your eyes could pop out of your head anymore, they would. You stare at his hung cock in awe, covered in blue prominent stripes with a thick mushroomy head. He's easily a few inches bigger than Neteyam. You gulp down a wad of spit, quickly turning to face the tree once again, squeezing your eyes as you prepare yourself to be ripped into two.

"Easy. I'll take my time with you, sweet thing." he whispers low in your ear.

He clears his throat. "First." he projects his voice, "you need to get her into a comfortable position. If you wanna pin her against a tree, you gotta have her facing ya." he spins you around, bringing you face to face with him.

"Then, you gotta put her leg around ya. Like this." he huffs, hoisting one leg around his hip. "Feel okay, sweetheart?"

"Mm-mhm." you mumble, feeling something thick press between the folds of your pussy.

"Good. See, boy?" Jake raises his brows, "then, you enter her. Slowly. You can't just ram it in."

You look over at Neteyam, elbows on his knees as he hangs his head low, peering up at you through his brows. He's visibly fighting the urge to lash out at his father, or was it... the urge to cry? It's hard to tell. But the more his eyes water, is the more difficult it becomes to keep looking Neteyam in the eye.

But you can't look away.

You feel Jake's bottom lip brush against your ear. "Ready?" he whispers, rubbing his tip against your entrance - lubricating it with your thick slick. You nod slightly, still staring at Neteyam, who watches as your eyes widen, brows pinch and jaw drops when his father slowly slides himself inside of you.

Your hand flies to your open mouth, hoping to muffle your tiny, strained whimpers as his cock stretches you out.

"No need to be quiet with me, babygirl." Jake whispers, rubbing your thigh that's holding tightly onto his hip. "Lemme know if you need a minute, okay?"

Allowing your hand to fall from your mouth, you pant "o-okay. I need... a minute."

"Alright. You're okay." he hums, waiting patiently for you to adjust to his sheer size. "See, son? Their comfort comes first."

Neteyam lets out a silent sigh, closing his eyes and furrowing his brows. The sight crushed his heart.

Jake feels your walls relax around his cock - your body's way of telling you it's ready to be fucked once more. All he does is quirk his brows, silently asking you if you're ready for him to fuck you good - fuck you right. Another hasty nod grants him permission.

"Now watch, boy." he commands, angling his hips from the get-go, prodding his mushroomy head right against your sweet spot. "It's about the angle of your hips. Got it? So when you... thrust ...fuck 'em... thrust ... they can't help but moan your-"

"Ugh fuck, Jake! Sorry, I - I mean... sir." you whimper.

"...name." he smiles, "It's alright sweetie, you can call me Jake."

Neteyam can no longer look, not even at you. He hated seeing your face screw with pleasure, all from his own father's thrusts. He hangs his head low, listening to your broken whimpers and whines that you tried so desperately to keep to a minimum. You couldn't help it though, your cunt is squeezing so tightly around his cock it made it hard to deny how good he's making you feel.

"And when you feel 'em clenching around you? that's when you fuck right..." he shifts his pelvis once more, angling his cockhead right into your sweet spot, "...here."

"Holyy shit!" you let loose a high pitched, lengthy whimper.

He chuckles breathily. "and that's when you pick up your speed, boy." Jake begins pounding into you, fucking the air right out of your lungs.

It's like a fire had been set in your lower back, pooling towards your pelvis to set your nerves on fire with it. You try your hardest not to cum, doing everything in you not to succumb to his insistent, relentless thrusts. But you couldn't help it - oh fuck, it was the best pounding you've gotten in your entire existence. Your pussy walls can't help but clamp around him, just as you feel his hand slide down to your clit.

"Oh, and son? Don't forget to give some love to this little nub here." he gives your clit one, quick swipe with his fingers, sending you over the edge.

"Fuck! Cumming!" you cry out suddenly, head slumping into Jake's chest as your cunt flutters helplessly around his cock.

"There we go. You're alright, sweetie." Jake holds onto you closely, waiting for you to come down from your high. "See that, boy?" Jake raises his voice, looking over at Neteyam. He's got his head buried in his hands now, ears flattened and shoulders slumped. Jake scoffs at the sight. "Not looking, I see. That's why nothing gets through that thick head of yours." he huffs, growing more and more pissed off.

"This boy ever make you squirt, sweetheart?" he hums, carrying you over to the large tree stump.

You're too fucked out to answer. Cock still buried deep inside you, every step he takes feels like a jolt of electricity surging though your spine. Little mewls part your lips, as you try your best to cling on to him for dear life.

"Ah. You're not gonna answer me either?" he clicks his tongue in disappointment, suddenly pulling out of you. "I'll take that as a no. Such a shame." he shakes his head, plopping you down on the ground right at Neteyam's feet. He yanks you up on all fours, hung cock pressing firmly between your folds once more.

"Watch me this time, Neteyam. I won't repeat myself again, boy." Jake scolds him, lining up his tip with your entrance.

You look up, to be met with watery, rage filled eyes, tears silently rolling down his cheeks. "Oh, Nete. D-don't cry." you hiccup, climbing up on his knees, face inches away from his. "I - I'm sorry, my love." you apologize, but not for being so loud and getting yourself into this position, [lol] but for how good a cock that isn't his is making you feel.

His eyes flutter in response, blinking out a few tears that were blurring his vision of you. He feels you grip onto his knees, digging your nails into them as Jake sinks his cock slowly inside of you once more. You grit your teeth, much like he is his, and struggle to hide in your expressions just how good his father is making you feel.

"I - I love you nete." it slips out just as jakes mushroomy head kisses your poor, bruised cervix. "'m s-so sorry"

Jake's only getting more pissed off with the two of you. "Yeah? You're gonna be sayin' you love me by the time 'm done with ya, sweet little thing." Jake groans in your ear, slamming into you so hard he winds you.

"Ahh haah, ngh f-fuck, Nete!” you stare into his teary eyes as you reach out for him, “Please f-forgive me” you pant, stars blurring your vision. Neteyam's dead silent, closing his eyes once more, feeling your little dainty fingers grip him tightly.

"Quiet." Jake spits, getting upset that you're moaning his son's name instead of his.

It was quite silly, really. Jake had Neytiri, and you were his son's mate yet he had the strongest urge to make you his little bitch. To fuck you so hard he'd ruin you for any other man - even if it's his son. Once again, he feels the quick, brief flutter of your pussy walls around him, right before they clench around his cock.

"Look. Look at her, son. Look at how her body responds to me when I fuck into her like this." Jake growls, slamming into you so hard that you’re swollen lips brush against Neteyam's. "This is how a real warrior is supposed to fuck, got it?"

"I love you. I do. I-I really do love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so- oh fuck!" you let loose a high-pitched squeal, clawing at his hand.

Neteyam's eyes pop open. He can’t bring himself to answer because he’s too busy watching your face screw into that same filthy face you make right before you cum. And oh boy, did that make his heart throb.

Jake gives you one hard thrust, right into that fucked out little sweet spot of yours, making you shake uncontrollably as you gush all over your legs, making a pool of your own cum at Neteyam's feet.

"Got it, boy?!" Jake shouts, thrusting into you a final time, slumping you over into Neteyam's lap before pulling out of you roughly.

"Yes sir…" he grimaces, watching your lifeless body collapse into his lap.

"Good. See to this mess." Jake spits as he quickly fixes his loincloth, leaving you behind for Neteyam to clean up.

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[devilish-mirage]

"Take me here." you blurt out, frustration so pent up you couldn’t help it. "Just take me right here. I - I can’t wait any longer" you huff quietly, eagerly untying the knot on your loincloth.

• Me. y/n is me. I am y/n *lip bite*

"This is what you want?" he thrusts between your folds a few times before lining his cockhead up with your dripping entrance. "Hm? Then take it." he pants into the shell of your ear, slamming his cock inside you. "Take every fucking inch of it." he groans lowly, staying deep inside your cunt - jabbing his swollen cockhead into your cervix.

"Sst!" he yanks his fingers out your mouth, "Shut it. You're so fucking needy. So fucking noisy." he growls deeply, manhandling your hips to drill his cock deep inside you.

• WOOOOOHHHH It's getting hot in here or is it u, Nete? I needed to be manhandled like this by him fr"That’s no way to talk to a lady. Thought I taught ya better than that, son" Jake interrupts, arms crossed over his chest, leg propped up on a large tree stump.

• FUCK-"'m sorry, love." Neteyam whispers in your ear as he pumps his cock in and out of you. He couldn't disobey his fathers orders - he would never dare.

• bae???????

"Hands off her mouth, boy. What the hell are you thinking? You tryna suffocate the poor girl?"

• No, no I'm ok, I'm good, I like this dw"And when you feel 'em clenching around you? that's when you fuck right..." he shifts his pelvis once more, angling his cockhead right into your sweet spot, "...here." He chuckles breathily.

"and that's when you pick up your speed, boy." Jake begins pounding into you, fucking the air right out of your lungs.

"Watch me this time, Neteyam. I won't repeat myself again, boy." Jake scolds him, lining up his tip with your entrance.

• DEAR LORD- I- SIR??? I AM NOT YOUR STORNGEST SOLDIER- HELP I CAN'T EVEN TYPE"Got it, boy?!" Jake shouts, thrusting into you a final time, slumping you over into Neteyam's lap before pulling out of you roughly.

"Good. See to this mess." Jake spits as he quickly fixes his loincloth, leaving you behind for Neteyam to clean up.

• ... I'll fuck you up, bitch. And not the pleasurable kind (this was so hot help I feel so guilty, I'm so sorry ma Nete 😞😞😞)

[tiredmamaissy]

Hiiiii - just wanted to say I love love love your writing 💗💗 and i have a req but idk if you’re still taking requests if you are yayy!! if not bloop 😪 Anyways you could make this multiple parts if you wanted to build on the storyline more but could you do a Neteyam or Aonung (I cant decide - both extremely beautiful in their own way) x reader. Maybe where Neteyam and y/n have always been close and like eachother but haven’t made it official or clear they want to be mates. All the other girls in the village desperately want Neteyam for themselves (obvi) and a few of them heavily flirt with him in which he is oblivious to making y/n jealous. So she plays hard to get and makes him jealous with Aonung or something. Idk but it can end in some FILTHY smut and then fluff 🤭🤭🤭 ok that’s my req. Thank you and keep up the amazing work!!!😁😁😁❤️

Eyes for You

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x Metkayina reader y/n (19) x Ao’nung (20)

Warnings: nsfw, heavy smut, fluff, first-time, foreplay, oral sex, rut cycle, jealous/protective Neteyam, consent king neteyam, profanity Word count: 6.5k (sorry y’all, I have a problem with overwriting.)

Authors note: I tried to write this while I was experiencing some writers block + burn out, so this honestly isn’t my best work. Regardless, I hope this is okay, anon, and enjoy <3. Also, I’m feeling really inspired to write something that is unrequested. I’ll be temporarily closing my requests to that I can work through my list of requests thus far (even the ones sent in before this post went up), to the best of my abilities :)

Tags: @jakexneytiri (first part is the bow scene you requested)

Synopsis: You and Neteyam like each other but haven’t made it official. You’re promised to Ao’nung even though you don’t like him in that way. You see Neteyam with another girl, and flirt with Ao’nung to get back at him. Neteyam intervenes and makes you his.

Intro: There isn’t a single girl in the village of Awa’atlu that doesn’t have a strong liking towards Neteyam. This includes you. As soon as Neteyam approached the shore with his hands out in the air, he caught your eye. You came out from behind your promised mate, Ao’nung, and examined the na’vi thoroughly. His tail was thin, just like the rest of his body, and he had darker skin with golden eyes. It was a beautiful sight, and he seemed to think so too, as his face lit up immediately when he first laid eyes on you. Since then, you guys spend most of your time together, as you teach him and his siblings everything they need to know about the reef people. He has even been teaching you his ways too, riding his ikran and learning how to use a bow and arrow. In the silent moments where it’s just you two, the tension is unspoken, and off the charts.

----

“Hold here, tighter.” He taps your elbow and repositions your grip on the taut string.

He’s so close behind you that you can feel his soft breaths on your shoulder. Each warm, pant that blows against your skin makes your bioluminescence glow, and your ears perk up. You simply can’t deny the way he makes you feel. You glance at him quickly, catching the sight of his serious gaze. You hold the string of the bow tighter and adjust your elbow.

“I can hear your heartbeat.” He whispers next to your ear. “Relax a bit, y/n.” He slides hand down the side of your waist, fixing your stance.

“Likewise.” You whisper back, hearing his heart thumping, too.

He leans into your shoulder, his braids barely brushing against your skin, and loosens your grip on your bow. How could you relax when he’s doing this to you? Does he even know what he’s doing? You turn to look at him, searching for any hint of innocence in his eyes.

He pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes. “You know, it helps if you focus on the target, y/n.” he breathes, placing the tip of his index finger under your chin, using it to turn your head towards the target. It feels like your stomach is fluttering, all from his simple touch. You swallow your spit.

He must know what he’s doing, right?

 You snap your head back to him, to see him smiling at you, glancing down at your lips. Those flutters in your stomach make their way up to your chest, quickening your heartbeat even more. His smile slowly disappears the more his heavy eyes stare at your lips, and you find yourself staring at his, too. Maybe it’s in your head, but it feels like the distance between you two is shrinking.

 You feel his breath on your cheek now, causing your gaze to drop to your feet, and then shoot back up at the target. You clear your throat and reposition your arms. His hand lets go of your waist when he fixes his stance, slightly backing away from you.

He clears his throat, too. “Erm – good.” He looks at the target. “Now, release” he whispers, tapping his finger against your elbow again.

Your arrow completely misses the target. You laugh together, making eye contact again – only to drop your smiles when you feel the tension budding in the air.

“Good try, y/n.” he smiles again, brushing your upper back.

“Thanks, but I’m pretty sure we both saw it miss the target completely.” You laugh, covering your mouth.

He faces turns serious and takes your hand off your face. “You know I don’t like it when you cover your face when you laugh.” He says, his cheeks turning a faint shade of pink.

You can’t help but smile and stare at him, feeling the warmth in your chest spread throughout your body. “We should go back before our parents get upset.” You whisper, focusing on his lips.

He focuses on your lips, too. “We should. Dad might actually skin me.”

You look down from his lips, landing your stare on his bare, muscular chest. “Well, mine’ll skin you, too if you don’t get me back before the eclipse.” You laugh, using your hands to nudge him towards his ikran.

Though his body moves, his eyes remain locked onto your face.

“...and so would Ao’nung.” You tease, knowing that he hates hearing the name.

He rolls his eyes and walks swiftly to his resting ikran. “Get on, mermaid.”

You giggle, grabbing his hand and hopping on his ikran, seating yourself in front of him. After bonding with his banshee, he takes off, soaring quickly through the air. It’s almost like what happened ten minutes ago happens all over again, with his loud, hot breath on your shoulders, and his hand brushing against your waist – holding onto his ikran.

His warm chest presses lightly against your back, as he steadies his ikran that makes a sharp turn towards the shore. Your heartbeat speeds up. It never used to feel this way – this intense. Sure, being close to him made you nervous, but never this nervous. The flutters in your stomach turn into knots, and it’s almost like he could sense it.

“You okay?” he asks quietly, leaning into your shoulder.

“Yeah. Why?” you ask breathlessly.

“Your heartbeat. It is fast again.” He states, sounding a little worried.

“Oh, that.” you gulp quietly, “I guess I’m just a little motion sick”. You lie, looking down at your hands gripping the seat beneath you.

Immediately the ikran slows down, stabilizing itself even more. His free hand slides over your waist, onto the flat of your belly, and pushes you back into him.

“I’m sorry. Just relax and breathe, you’ll feel better soon.” He whispers into your ear, brushing his cheek against your hair. “Close your eyes.”

You melt into him and allow your heavy eyes to rest. The rest of the flight home is silent and so, so comfortable, that you don’t even realize that you’ve fallen asleep. You wake up to the eclipse occurring, looking down at the glowing arms wrapped around your waist. Not only are you snuggled into his chest, but he is also leaning into you, too.  

You take a sharp breath and sit up quickly, looking around you to see exactly where you are. You’ve landed in the sand, right outside of your marui pod. You turn around to see his glowing amber eyes watching you, with a serious expression on his face, as if he were trying to restrain himself in some way.

“Hi.” You smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Sorry I fell asleep; you should’ve woken me up.”

“I did not want to disturb you. You looked...” the corners of his lips slightly curl upwards, “comfortable.” He lies, realizing it would be creepy to say that ‘you look beautiful even when you’re sleeping’.   

The sound of your father’s voice breaks the growing tension.

“Y/n. I told you to come back before eclipse!” Your father shoots Neteyam a deadly look, storming towards you. Just as you’re about to explain, Neteyam speaks up for you.

“We got here before eclipse, sir. She felt sick and fell asleep. I didn’t want to wake her. I take full responsibility. I’m sorry, sir.” He bows his head at the chief warrior.

Your father shakes his head and comes to help you down his ikran. He drags you back home and you look back at Neteyam, who is waving goodbye to you, pursing his lips.

----

“You know I do not like you hanging out with that forest boy. You are promised to the son of Olo’eyktan, Ao’nung. Do not bring shame to this family.” Your father scolds you, resting his hand on your shoulder.

You shrug him off and walk away to the Marui pod. “You know I do not want Ao’nung, father. I don’t like him in that way.” You turn around, fuelled with anger. “Why must you force me?” you look at him through teary eyes.  

“Not another word, daughter.” He says sternly, looking you directly in the eye.

You leave and go to bed, crying yourself to sleep.

----

“This will be your second rut without a mate, Neteyam.” Neytiri states firmly. “Why must you refuse all the beautiful girls that offer themselves to you? I will not continue to see my son suffer.”

“Mother.” He looks at his feet. “I don’t want anyone but y/n. I thought I made this clear. I will continue to spend my ruts alone until she is ready.” Neteyam argues, shaking his head. “I don’t care how painful they become.”

“I will be speaking to your father about your betrothment with Tsireya.” She spits, getting up to find Jake.

“Mother! Please.” Neteyam snaps, standing up behind her.

“Agh!” she grabs at the air in front of his eyes, causing him to jerk his head back. “It is final.”

----

You disconnect your queue from your ilu and make your way back to the shore. You enjoy your early morning swims, as the water is usually still warm by this time. You see Ao’nung standing at the shore, his hands crossed over his chest, peering at you through his brows (or what would be brows, lol). Ao’nung smirks as you walk on the shore in his direction.

He makes his way over to you, extending his hands outwards, as if he were asking for a hug. “My beautiful mate. I love watching you come out of the water.”

You look down at your feet as you walk past him, trying to avoid eye contact. “Thank you, Ao’nung, but we are not mated.” You mutter.

Ao’nung shouts after you as you walk away. “Agh. I know, I know. We will be soon, my love. No need to be so short with me!”

He knows that you don’t feel the same way about him, yet he continues his feeble attempts at winning your heart daily. Your heart has already chosen Neteyam, and has no space left for Ao’nung, no matter how handsome he may be. You walk up to the grassy part of the mangroves, lifting your head up to see a sight you wish you didn’t.

Neteyam is in front of you, leaning against the large roots of the mangroves, talking to Tsireya, the Olo’eyktan’s daughter. Her beauty is stunning – absolutely breath taking. You could see that he feels this way too just from the way he gazes down at her with the biggest smile on his face. She, too, is smiling with him, brushing against his bicep with her hand.

Jealousy consumes you. The feeling is like a spear to the heart – deep and painful. The pain radiates off your chest, up to your face, reddening it as your eyes sting, pooling with tears. You stand there, frozen in time, just taking in the sight before you. Neteyam laughs, and shakes his head, as if he were telling her ‘no’ to something.

He catches a glimpse of you in his peripheral vision, and does a double take, looking directly at you. When his gaze meets yours and he realizes that your eyes are glossy from tears, his smile falls off his face. You look away, and turn around quickly, hoping that he didn’t see your tearful eyes. You walk hastily back to Ao’nung, with the image of him laughing with the prettiest girl in the village replaying in your head.

“Hey, pretty.” Ao’nung says huskily.

You force a smile on your face. “Sorry if I came off as rude a while ago. I’m not feeling great.” You lie.

He takes a few steps towards you, with concern written all over his face. “What is wrong?”

You didn’t want to tell him the truth – that you were feeling jealous about his sister of all people. “I’m just sore. The water was rough this morning.” You look up at him, meeting his blue-eyed gaze, seeing that he looks worried. “It’s just my back. I’m alright. Really.” You smile at him, thanking him silently for being so concerned.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam had made his way over to you the moment he laid eyes on you. He stood at the grassy area by the mangroves, watching the interaction between you and your fated mate intently. Ao’nung inches closer to your face and rests his hand on your waist.  

“Crying over a sore back? It must be bad.” He moves swiftly behind you. “You do know my mother is Tsahik, yes? She has taught me quite a bit.” He places his other hand on your upper back. “Where does it hurt the most?”

You feel uncomfortable with his touches and turn around to face him, pulling away from his advances. You see Neteyam in your peripheral vision, seething from jealousy and anger, watching the two of you closely. (side eye, lol)

Is he jealous?

The thought of you making him jealous, too, makes you feel better, as bad as it sounds. You work with the situation, flipping it to your advantage. You focus back on Ao’nung, and smile at him.

“Thank you, Ao’nung.” You rub his bicep, sending Neteyam over the edge. “But I’m really alright.”

Ao’nung arches a brow and looks down at your hand rubbing his bicep. He looks up back up at you and grins, wrapping his hand around your waist. “Took you long enough to come around, my mate.” He pulls you into him, leaning in, staring at your lips.

Its only now dawning on you what you just got yourself into. You feel uncomfortable – on edge. You feel like running away, but you’re frozen, watching him inch in closer to you. Neteyam watches you two get closer, feeling pangs of pain in his chest. He really didn’t think you would choose him, even if you guys were promised to each other. He always knew deep down that there was something between the two of you, it just wasn’t official.

But he couldn’t stop you. He would never come between you and what you want. All he can do is accept it for what it is, no matter how much anger he’s feeling. If you choose Ao’nung, then so be it. His only concern is your happiness, and for it to be your choice. He drops his gaze to his feet, not being able to stand the sight.

It feels wrong, very wrong. You didn’t want this. You didn’t want Ao’nung, you want Neteyam. You break eye contact with Ao’nung, and finally put your hands against his chest, pushing him away from you.

“Wait, Ao’nung. I’m sorry. I, I-” You stutter, turning your head to avoid his gaze and lips. “I’m still not ready, yet.” Neteyam hears this, and his ears perk up as his head snaps back to you.

“Don’t back out on me now, pretty girl.” He cups your cheek and pulls your face in his line of sight.

“Stop, Ao’nung.” You pull your face out of his hand and take a step back, as your eyes start to well up with tears again.

“Y/n. You are promised to me.” Ao’nung says sternly. “How long are you going to take? My rut is coming soon.” He pulls you back into him by your waist, causing you to fall into his chest.

Neteyam doesn’t waste another second and rushes in, braids swinging in his face, and pushes Ao’nung away from you. “You heard what she said.” He growls, towering over Ao’nung.

You hide behind Neteyam, backing away from them both. They’re face to face, staring each other down, waiting to see who will back down first.

Two sons of Olo’eyktan challenging one another? Over me?

“Leave Neteyam. This does not concern you.” Ao’nung looks him up and down.

“No. Back. Off. Now.” he steps towards him, poking Ao’nung’s chest with his finger.

Ao’nung scoffs, shaking his head. “She is promised to me.” He steps towards him. “Mine.”

You’d never seen Neteyam this angry before. You could see the rage in his body language, he looks like an akula (shark-like animal) ready to strike.

“She is promised to nobody. She chooses who she wants.” He snarls, flashing his fangs.

Ao’nung looks behind Neteyam, directly in your eyes. He squints them, looking from you, to Neteyam, realizing that you both have feelings for each other and the ‘choice’ he speaks of is between him and Neteyam. Ao’nungs face relaxes, knowing this will just end in a fight - a fight that makes no sense. He takes a step back putting his hands in the air.

“Smart choice.” Neteyam growls. He turns around to look at you, his eyes were a deep gold, something you’ve never seen before. He shakes his head, as if he were disappointed in you and grabs you by the hand, leading you towards a hidden cave deep in the roots of the mangroves.

----

“What were you thinking?” He asks with his back turned to you, not being able to look you in the face.

“What were you thinking?” You shout back, still upset with him.

He turns around, walking towards you quickly, towering over you now. You look up at him, feeling small and feeble compared to his size.

“What? Don’t think I could’ve taken him?” he scoffs, shaking his head.

“I’m not talking about that, skxwang (idiot). I’m talking about you being all lovey-dovey with his sister.” You see his expression change; his gaze softens, and he pulls back. “Yeah, I saw you.” You cross your arms and turn around.

He laughs, loudly, finally understanding the entire situation. You’re both upset about the same thing.

“What’s so fucking funny?” you mumble, back still turned to him.

“We are upset about the same thing.” He slides his hand down your arm, and holds your hand, pulling you towards him.

You turn around, looking him in the eyes. “What?”

“You are jealous of Tsireya, and I am jealous of Ao’nung. What does that tell you?” he smiles, taking your other hand into his.

You roll your eyes and pull away from him. “I don’t even like Ao’nung, you know this. But Tsireya... She is the prettiest girl in the village, why wouldn’t you want her?”

“Y/n... That is not even true.” he scoffs, knowing you’re the most beautiful girl on pandora, “...and it is not what you think.” He grabs your hand again, pulling you into him. “Tsireya and I were just having a conversation.”

“Oh, yeah? A conversation... with her touching your arm like that? Come on.” You hit his hand away.

“Yes. We were making this stupid situation that we are in into a joke. My parents, they are trying to promise me to her, which is stupid because I already explained to them that I have eyes for someone else. And she – she even confessed to me that she has eyes for Lo’ak. It is really nothing like that.” He shakes his head, backing away to give you the space you want.  

Your glossy eyes peer up at him, searching for the sincerity in his eyes. “Who?” you mutter.

He looks at you, confused. “Who?”

“Who do you have eyes for?” you ask, feeling the same stabbing feeling in your heart.

“Is it not obvious, y/n?” He whispers, stepping towards you. “I only have eyes for you.” he whispers, taking your hands into his.

Hearing these words make your heart flicker in your chest. You can’t help but smile, the swell of your cheeks finally pushing a tear out of your eye.

“I only have eyes for you, too.” You whisper, sliding your hands up his arms.

You knew your father would be upset if he found out what you were about to do, but you didn’t care. Neteyam didn’t care either, it’s time to break the unspoken tension between the two of you. Neteyam leans into you, his gaze fixed on your lips. You find your body responding to him, tilting your head upwards to meet the gaze of the man in front of you.

“Can I kiss you?” Neteyam asks, wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Please.” You breathe, before feeling his lips crash into yours, reeking of desperation.

He kisses you passionately, but in an inexperienced way. His hands are all over your body, trying to touch every inch of you. He backs you up against the rocky wall, and moves his feverish kisses down your neck, to your collarbones. Your hands make their way to his chest, where they slide down to his stomach, feeling every dip of his muscular physique.

“You are so beautiful, y/n.” He mumbles in between kisses, looking up at you with dark amber eyes.

You giggle, feeling shy from his comment. “Why are your eyes different?” you ask, trying to change the topic.

He kisses the bone between your breasts, inhaling your natural scent. “What do you mean?” he mumbles into your chest.

You feel your nipples harden, and shivers run down your back. “Your eyes, they are darker than usual.”

“Oh, sorry.” He pulls back, blinking rapidly, hoping they’ll change back to their original colour. “My rut is coming in a week.” He nestles back into your chest, lingering there, waiting for your consent.

The thought of him in rut, unable to control his insatiable urges, makes your undergarments wet. You nudge his head over to your left breast, while your free hand unties the knot of your top. Both your movements are hurried, eager for each other’s touches. He takes your nipple into his mouth and sucks on it rhythmically, blowing hot breaths through his nostrils onto your breast.

“Mmnh, feels so good.” You moan softly. He bites your nipple gently. “Neteyam!” You gasp, pulling his head even closer into you.

The sound of you moaning his name makes him impatient, sucking even harder at your nipple, flicking it with the tip of his tongue. His big golden eyes stare up at you, like you’re something to be devoured. He unlatches from your nipple and kisses you again, his tongue exploring your mouth and intertwining with your tongue.

He kneads your breast with one hand and uses the other to play with the strap of your loincloth. You could feel his burning desire for you in his movements; he’s ready to take you right here. He shoves his knee between your legs, applying pressure to your cunt. You moan into his mouth and can’t resist humping at his leg.

“Shit.” He groans, applying even more pressure for you to hump at. “I like when you use me like that.”

You laugh between heavy breaths, feeling your slick wet his thigh. He notices, too. “Fuck, you’re that wet already?” he breathes, smiling with raised brows.

He kisses you again, like he can’t get enough of your touch. He kicks your legs open and lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his hips. He’s pinning you against the wall, pushing his pelvis into yours. You feel the imprint of his cock through his loincloth, pressing against your hot, wet slit. It feels so thick, and warm, bulging against you, throbbing for some attention.

The friction against your clit feels amazing, like the heat from your cunt is making its way through the rest of your body in waves. The pressure in your chest builds to the point where you must release it through loud moans, and pants. All you can do is bury your face into the crook of his neck while he pins you to the wall and bucks his hips into you.

“Neteyam... it’s so thick.” You whisper shyly, now smelling his musky scent. “...and you smell so good.”

Neteyam is too busy willing himself to be gentle with his thrusts to listen to what you’re saying. He wants to take you right here, right now – to shove his cock inside of you in one thrust and fuck you carelessly for even looking at Ao’nung.

“Why did you touch Ao’nung like that? You should only be touching me like that.” he thrusts hard against your cunt.

You can feel how stiff his cock is, rutting into your plump cunt like that, eager for some release.

“Yeah? And you should only be touching me like this.” You take his hand and press it firming against your breast.

He kneads your breast and kisses you roughly, breathing hard through his nose. All the tension that has been building since his arrival to your village is finally coming to a head. You grab his face and melt even further into his kiss, squeezing your legs that wrap around his hips, trying to push him harder against you.

He pulls away from the kiss, catching his breath. “Can I taste you here?” he pants, looking down at your sticky pelvises rubbing against each other.

“Ugh... yes, Nete.” You whimper, desperate for your mate’s touches.

He puts you down and starts kissing your neck, making his way down your chest once more. You will yourself to stand on your shaky legs, weak from holding onto him so tightly. He kisses your stomach, paying extra attention to your belly button with his tongue. The sensation is so erotic, feeling him inch his way down to your most vulnerable part. He’s breathing in deeply, trying to savour the scent of your cunt.

He kneels before you, looking up at you with big golden saucers for eyes, fiddling with the straps of your loincloth, asking you silently if he can take it off. You look down at him and nod your head, using your hand to try pull down your undergarments. As soon as he gets your consent, he buries his nose into your hips, and slides his fingers underneath the cloth, slowly pulling it down your legs.

He’s grunting into your soft flesh, kissing your thighs and your plump pussy lips. He gently opens your trembling legs, that struggle to remain standing, and looks up at you while he uses his tongue to part your lips. The flavour of your cunt is so sweet – so enticing, that he closes his eyes to fully immerse himself in the experience of eating you out, swallowing the slick that pools in his cheeks.

Although he is inexperienced, he follows his body’s commands, lapping at the sensitive nub at the top of your slit. He feels your body jolt from pleasure, telling him that he’s just found your sweet spot. He sucks lightly at your clit, opening his mouth and licking you from your hole up to your pearl, engulfing it with his hot mouth. He uses his thumbs to spread your pussy lips apart as he makes out with your cunt, looking back up at you.

The sensation is too good, you feel like your legs are going to give out any second. Your hips thrust into his face on their own, already chasing your orgasm. Covering your mouth with your hand, you stop yourself from letting loose the loud moans that make their way up your throat. Your free hand explores the wall you lean against, trying to find something to hold on to. Neteyam notices this and takes your hand, placing it on his head. You weave your fingers through his braids and hold on tightly, as he eats your cunt hungrily.

Not being able to hold back your moans anymore, you drop your hand from your mouth and place it on his head. You let your head dip back as you let loose lengthy mewls into the air as you experience your intense climax. You look down to see Neteyam touching himself, rubbing his bulge with his hand as he laps at your sopping cunt. You want nothing more than to share your next climax with him.

“Fuck... I wanna cum with you, ‘teyam.” You moan breathlessly, legs trembling uncontrollably as you try to push away his head.

He peers up at you, gulping your juices loudly before pulling away from your throbbing cunt. He stands quickly, meeting his lips with yours, having you taste your own cum. He kisses you frantically, still touching himself.

“Mine to touch.” You slap away his hand and grab his growing bulge.

He moans at your aggressive advances. You pull down his loincloth in a hurry, to hear the slap of his cock against his belly. You look down to see his monstrous cock, oozing beads of precum out of its pink, mushroom-like head. His slick is shiny, glistening in the light that reflects against the water outside of the cave. It looks so tempting.  

“I want to taste you, too.” You announce, quickly dropping to your knees.

His warm, rock-hard cock brushes against your cheek. You take a deep breath and hold it to savour his musky scent. You release your hot breath through your nose, as you rub your closed mouth up and down against his shaft. The heat of your breath against his sensitive, throbbing cock sends his head back in frustration – he’s eager for you to take him in your mouth. You sense his desperation, and lick the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around his cockhead. He bucks his hips suddenly, sliding his cock over your closed eye.

You let out a breathy laugh. “Want to fuck my face that badly?” You lick his cock from the base of his shaft, back up to his tip and take him into your mouth.

His cock is so thick and girthy that it stings the corners of your mouth when he thrusts inside down your mouth. He’s pressing his hands firmly against the rocky wall behind you, trying to prevent himself from ramming his entire length down your slippery throat. You suck harshly, paying attention to his swollen cockhead as you bob your head up and down.

“F-fuck.” He groans, dropping his head, feeling overstimulated “I need to be inside you.” He grips you by the hair and pulls you off his cock, standing you up. He’s panting like a maniac, backing you up against wall yet again, kissing you hungrily.

“So, fuck me, Neteyam.” You grunt into his mouth, reaching down to stroke his swollen cock.

“Shit. Spread your legs for me.” He moans into your mouth between feverish kisses.

You obey him, opening your legs as wide as you can whilst standing up. His fingers rub against your slit, coating themselves with your glossy slick. You whine against his fingers, trying to grasp them with the walls of your cunt. He rams two fingers inside you, scissoring them to stretch your hole out enough for his cock.

“Nghh, Neteyam... make me yours.” You pant, trying to grind into his fingers. “Just put it in, already” you whine, trying to replace his fingers with his cock.

“Patience, my love.” He pants, trying to be gentle with you. “It is your first time, no? You must be stretched.” He hums, inserting his third digit inside of you.

You feel like you’re losing it, you just need his cock inside of you. “Please. I need this.” You beg, gripping his member.

His hand is pressing against the wall; his wrist brushing against your neck as he looks deeply into your eyes – forehead to forehead. He searches your eyes for your bluff, to be met with your serious glare. He’s so eager to fuck you that he can’t even hold himself back anymore to stretch you out properly.

“Fuck, y/n.” he exhales, moving his hand from your slit and turning you around, pressing you roughly against the wall.

Your tail sways wildly from side to side, tickling his throbbing cock, as you look behind you at your soon-to-be mate. You see him reach for his queue, running his hand along its length before bringing it forward. Knots form in your stomach knowing that he’s about to make the bond with you. He takes his hand off your head and reaches for your queue, bringing it towards his.

He pauses, waiting for your word – for your consent.

“Yes, Neteyam. Do it.” You say through shaky breaths, feeling your slick drip down your legs from the thought of him being all yours. You knew this would upset many people close to you, but you didn’t care.

He watches closely as your tendrils wrap around each other, morphing together to form a unified connection. Your eyes bulge and dilate as you both take a sharp breath, feeling your bodies and minds sync together. He looks down at you, and you look behind you to meet his gaze, knowing his every thought – knowing exactly how badly he wants you.

You’re panting at the mere thought of him ploughing into your cunt. He presses you against the wall with his body, pushing his bulge against your slit, coating it with your thick nectar. He leans into your ear, brushing his lips against it, just taking in the feeling of his mate. You feel him grip his cock and rub the tip against your hole. You feel his restraint – his struggle to fight the urge to bury himself inside you.

Please... hurry. You pant, pushing yourself back onto him.

Say the words, y/n. Use your voice.

“Fuck me.” You moan breathlessly, feeling his hot breath against the back of your neck. “Please.” you whisper.

“Good girl.” he smiles into your shoulder, lifting one of your legs up in the air, spreading you wide enough to accommodate him.

He slides the tip in slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thickness. It feels as if you’re overly full – stuffed to the brim with Neteyam’s huge cock, and it isn’t even half way in yet. You whimper loudly, from the mixture of pain and pleasure of taking something this massive inside of you. Neteyam cups your mouth with his hand, muffling your loud, lewd noises.

“Shhh... Mawey. You don’t want your father hearing us, do you?” he growls into your neck, slipping into his hazy fog of desperation. Your whimpers quiet down into soft mewls as your cunt stretches to the sheer girth of his cock. He praises you by planting soft wet kisses on the nape of your neck.

“That’s a good girl.” He groans into your neck, inhaling your natural scent. “You are taking me so well.” He looks down at the sight of his mate taking his cock for the first time, causing him to lose his control for a split second.

“Although, I would love to have Ao’nung hear this.” He rams his entire cock inside of your cunt in one swift thrust, getting the pain over with for you.

“Agh! Neteyam!” You yelp out a long, loud scream, feeling overstimulated from the mixture of sensations happening all at once.

Hearing his name roll of your tongue in such a lewd manner causes him to fall deeper into the haze he’s under. He’s breathing heavily into your shoulder, enduring the tightness of your cunt as it clenches around his entire length, willing himself not to pump in and out of you.

“Mmn’ you okay?” he mumbles, focusing on being as gentle as he possibly can with you.

“Sst. ‘ts too big, it stings, Nete!” you panic, frantically trying to accommodate to his size.

“Shh... I’m sorry, baby.” He kisses your neck while rubbing circles into your thighs, patiently waiting for you to get comfortable. “But you have no idea how long I’ve been wanting this... wanting you.” he growls.

Flutters are felt in your stomach, yet again, making you want him even more. “Me too, Nete... I’ve wanted you from the moment I first lay eyes on you.” You say between shaky breaths. “You can move now.” You moan, feeling more pleasure than pain as you back yourself up on him.

Those were the only words he needed to hear. He begins thrusting into you with no rhythm, grinding his cockhead against the hole of your cervix. He moves his hand in front of your body, tracing the dips of your stomach as he makes his way down to your swollen clit. He rubs circles into your wet pearl as he ruts relentlessly into you.

“Oh, good Eywa. Neteyam!” a new sensation washes over you as he fucks right into your sweet spot.

“Fuck. You’re so... *thrust* fucking small... *thrust* so tiny... *thrust* and tight.” he grunts into your ear, rolling your clit between his fingers. “Shit. You’re just sucking me in.”

He’s pounding into you at this point, unable to restrain himself from his territorial urges, fuelled by the jealousy of seeing Ao’nung touch you in that way. You could feel that his climax is near, as yours is nearing too. Your leg is shaking, about to give out at any moment. He takes notice of this, and lifts your other leg, causing you to slump back into him as he fucks you suspended in the air.

He weaves his arms under your knees and around the back of your head, spreading your legs as wide as they can possibly go. He is pounding into you so hard that you can feel his balls slap against your sore clit. His movements become erratic, like he’s going to cum inside of you any second. The heat is overwhelming, like you’re about to implode from the sheer force of his thrusts.

“Fuck! ‘m gonna cum!” you cry, finally feeling the burning sensation in your chest shoot down into your pelvis. Your walls clench tightly around his cock, on the verge of pulsating.

“Oh – oh fuck.” He huffs, quickly climbing to his peak. “Moan my name. Tell me who you are really promised to.” he groans, licking the dip of your shoulder.

“Ngh... Ne-neteyam! I’m promised to you! Oh – I’m cumming!” your cunt throbs quickly as you cum to the sound of his sweaty skin slapping against yours, burying his pulsating cock deep into your cunt.

“Gooood girl. Cum all over my cock” he grunts into your ear, cumming inside of you. “Ughh... fuck.” he groans, looking down at his cock spurting its thick, heavy ropes of cum into your cunt.

He rests his head into your shoulder, desperately trying to calm down from his high. He’s panting hot breathes onto your clammy skin, already being consumed by his urges yet again. He uncontrollably bucks his hips into you, as you feel his low mewls vibrate into your shoulder. He’s whimpering from the overstimulation of his body rutting into you after just cumming.

“Y/n. You need to go.” He growls, suddenly pulling out of you and releasing your legs – causing you to fall to your knees, breaking tsaheylu. You turn your head around and look up at Neteyam to be met with reptilian-like, green eyes, peering down at you.

“Neteyam?” you pant breathlessly, already knowing what’s happening.

Your mate just went into rut.

[devilish-mirage]

You hide behind Neteyam, backing away from them both. They’re face to face, staring each other down, waiting to see who will back down first.

Two sons of Olo’eyktan challenging one another? Over me?

• wow, must've been nice, I'm so jealous.

The thought of him in rut, unable to control his insatiable urges, makes your undergarments wet. You nudge his head over to your left breast, while your free hand unties the knot of your top. Both your movements are hurried, eager for each other’s touches.

• SAMEEEEE U AND ME BOTH GIRLY! WE THE SAME!!! 🥴

“Shit.” He groans, applying even more pressure for you to hump at. “I like when you use me like that.”

• I can't breathe- help me- 😫😫😫

“Why did you touch Ao’nung like that? You should only be touching me like that.” he thrusts hard against your cunt.

“Yeah? And you should only be touching me like this.” You take his hand and press it firming against your breast.

“Mine to touch.” You slap away his hand and grab his growing bulge.

• Possessive x Possessive is superior because I want my s/o to be just as obsessed with me as I am to them

“Y/n. You need to go.” He growls, suddenly pulling out of you and releasing your legs – causing you to fall to your knees, breaking tsaheylu. You turn your head around and look up at Neteyam to be met with reptilian-like, green eyes, peering down at you.

Your mate just went into rut.

• NAH, NAH, WE STAYIN. Y/N STAY LET'S STAY, YEAH?

This was so hot, like really really hot and I'm hooked!!!

[tiredmamaissy]

All Your Curves

🔞 minors, do not interact 🔞

Characters: Neteyam Sully (20) x chubby fem na’vi reader (20)

Warnings: nsfw, foreplay, fluff, sensitive/soft nete, body focused language

Word count: Approx. 1k

Requested: Yes || No

Authors note: I loved this request - I found it so sweet. Sorry about the wait! Neteyam is definitely the type of guy to reassure his mate about their body. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it to be smutty, so I kept it to a minimum. T'was a nice change - something short but sweet :). I hope this is okay! 🥰 gotta embrace our bodies guys. Me included!

Synopsis: You feel insecure about your body because you’re different from the other na’vi, curvier, fuller - thicker. You feel self-conscious during an intimate moment with Neteyam and he reassures you.

Neteyam’s sweet, wet kisses trail down your neck, finally finding their way to the your soft, full bosom. Eagerly taking your tender breast into his mouth, he swirls his tongue around your stiff nipple, making your toes curl. Little sweet mewls escape your slightly parted lips, all from his gentle touches.

“Oh, Nete-” You moan quietly, looking down at your mate suckling your breast.

Meeting his loving gaze with yours, you watch as the supple flesh of your rounded breast spills over his top lip. He suckles rhythmically whilst the tip of his tongue flicks over the most sensitive part of your nipple.

You can’t help but cross your legs, as your wetness dripping between your plump lips coats your thighs. Unlatching from your swollen nipple, he plants wet kisses down your chest to the velvety, smooth skin of your rounded belly.

Instinctively, you jolt, wrapping your arms tightly around the fullest part of your tummy, as the wet lips that graze across your skin make their way down further. Your crossed legs make their way up against your chest, driving a wedge between his and your body.

A loud sigh huffs from his nose, as he runs his palm across your thick thighs, moving them gently to the side. Leaning in, he kisses your smooth skin, trying to burrow his hand between the squishy flesh of your thighs. Unable to fight against the resistance of your trembling legs, he gives up, sitting back into the dip of his feet, gently kissing your calves.

“Ma’ yawne [beloved].” He mumbles. “Why do you keep hiding yourself from me?“ he moves his soft kisses along your knees.

Unsure of what to say, your face reddens as you open your legs for him, giving him permission to finally rest between the fleshiness of your thighs. You watch intently as he trails his kisses up to your full hips, lingering there as he awaits for your response.

“Hmm? Tell me, baby.” He groans, making his way to the soft flesh between your legs.

“I - I don’t know.” You whisper shyly, closing your legs on his face.

He glances up at you, to see your face partially hidden behind the mound of your arms covering your stomach. Using his shoulder to keep your legs open, Neteyam moves your hands that wrap tightly around your belly, revealing your soft curves.

“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see every part of you.” He whispers back, finally kissing the the soft roll of your tummy. “So beautiful” he kisses you, “so soft” another kiss, “all mine” an even rougher kiss.

Without warning, he pulls back, admiring the sight of your naked body in front of him. He finds you so beautiful, so perfect - so unique. He didn’t care that you looked ‘different’ from the other na’vi, he loved that about you. Turning your head, you focus your gaze on the rolled up woven mat in the corner of your tent.

“Don’t stare, teyam” you mumble, tugging him back into you by his arms.

“Why not? Is it not mine to admire, love?” His brows furrow, as he genuinely couldn’t understand why you were so shy of your own body.

You refused to look at him, not wanting him to see the glisten of your eyes. It was too late. He cups your rounded jaw, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he pulls you to face him.

“Why are you crying?” He croaks, feeling a pang in his chest. “Y/n… what is it?” He wipes away the tear rolling down your cheek with his thumb.

“I- I’m different, Nete. I look different." You sing the same song. "I’m not… like the others. I’m not good enough.” You stutter, voice becoming hushed as you tug your face away from his gentle grasp. “I hate it.” You whisper under your breath, hoping he didn’t hear you.

To hear you speak about yourself in this way brought a pain to his heart he had never felt before. He drops his hand from your face, sitting back into the dip of his feet once more, as he tries to process the words that came out your mouth. It was as if you just insulted his most beloved, precious possession.

Because you did.

“H-hate?” His voice cracked, plagued with pain, sadness and anger all in one. “How could you... hate something so good? So perfect?” He grimaces, feeling the sting of his own tears.

Surprised from the tone of his voice, you look back at him, to see his own eyes gloss over with tears. It’s as if you had just told him that he wasn’t good enough - that you hated him.

“Neteyam? Are you crying?” You ask through choked breaths, concerned about your mate.

You sit up quickly, unconcerned about the rolls that fold over one another on your belly. His eyes scan your body quickly, shooting back up at you. Shaking his head slightly, he cups your face with both his hands, looking deeply into your eyes. He struggles to get the words out, as his bottom lip quivers and his brows pull together.

“Don’t..." he blinks rapidly, clearing the blurriness from his eyes. "Do not ever speak about yourself like that. I don’t care. I don’t care if you are ‘different’. To me, you are everything.” He pauses, biting his bottom lip. “I love you. Everything about you. Your softness…" he moves his hand down your neck. "...your velvety skin…" down your breasts to your stomach, "...your curves. All your curves.”

He moves in to kiss you once more, lingering at your lips as he waits for you to kiss him back. The words that roll off his tongue lights a fire in your heart. A heat so ample and full that it spills over into your chest, radiating throughout the rest of your body.

Smiling into his mouth, your teeth click together as you kiss him hungrily, allowing the heat to transfer into him through your eager movements. His hands move quickly, gripping the flesh of your thighs and pulling you on top of him, making you grind against the stiff imprint in his loincloth.

“I love you, Ma teyam.” You moan softly into his mouth, fiddling with the knot of your own undergarments.

“I love you, Ma txe’lan [heart].” He moans, hurriedly untying his, too.

[devilish-mirage]

“Don’t cover yourself. I want to see every part of you.” He whispers back, finally kissing the the soft roll of your tummy. “So beautiful” he kisses you, “so soft” another kiss, “all mine” an even rougher kiss.

“Why not? Is it not mine to admire, love?” His brows furrow, as he genuinely couldn’t understand why you were so shy of your own body.

• I- Help, I'm blushing so hard I want to bite this man (AFFECTIONATELY) cause why is he so aahhh 🥴

To hear you speak about yourself in this way brought a pain to his heart he had never felt before. He drops his hand from your face, sitting back into the dip of his feet once more, as he tries to process the words that came out your mouth. It was as if you just insulted his most beloved, precious possession.

“H-hate?” His voice cracked, plagued with pain, sadness and anger all in one. “How could you... hate something so good? So perfect?” He grimaces, feeling the sting of his own tears. “Don’t..." he blinks rapidly, clearing the blurriness from his eyes. "Do not ever speak about yourself like that. I don’t care. I don’t care if you are ‘different’. To me, you are everything.” He pauses, biting his bottom lip. “I love you. Everything about you. Your softness…" he moves his hand down your neck. "...your velvety skin…" down your breasts to your stomach, "...your curves. All your curves.”

• MY LOVE NOOOOOOOO DONT CRY PLS, PLS I'M SORRY. MNH THIS MAN IS SO CUTE I WANT HIM, I NEED HIM, I CRAVE HIS ENTIRE EXISTENCE. 😭😭😭

[devilish-mirage]

AHHHHHH YOURE BACK!!!!! 😋😱

I AM BABYYYY, did u miss me?

[pandoraslxna]

Special friends - pt.2

Adult!Neteyam x female omatikaya reader

Words: 3.8k

Summary: You’ve been such a good girl, helping Neteyam out when he was in pain. Now it’s time for him to repay the favor, don’t you think?

Warnings: explicit smut, oral sex, vaginal fingering, corruption kink, manipulative behavior, innocent virgin reader, best friends with benefits, they’re having a sleepover

Notes: can be read as a standalone too, there’s not that much plot behind it :)

The air in his marui was filled with natural scents, the lingering smell of leaves, grass and later that evening, something sweet too.

Neteyam thanked Eywa for the little hunting trip your parents went to. They had left the village for a few days, knowing their precious daughter would be safe and sound in the care of the olo'eyktan's family. You and Neteyam were like two peas in a pod, never one without the other anyways. And Jake and Neytiri assured them that their oldest would look after you, that he would take care of you and your needs until they were back and that he was to be trusted with this responsibility. He was their golden child for a reason. And Neteyam couldn’t believe his luck.

A soft body was now laying beside him, an arm was placed under your head to serve as a pillow, his tail possessively wrapped around your hip and your back against his chest, pressing your bodies even closer together. Soft hair were tickling his cheek as Neteyams head was buried in the crook of your neck. Having you this close felt unbelievable good.

No words could describe that feeling when you had finally agreed to move your sleeping mat closer to his, when he had successful lured you to sleep on your side so he could spoon you.

Something was on your mind, Neteyam could tell by the way you were chewing your bottom lip all day. He watched very attentively, how you kept avoiding his gaze, how your cheeks would turn pink whenever he did catch you looking at him. And how you tossed and turned on your sleeping mat, laying just a few feet away from him. Something was definitely on your mind and he was determined to find out what it is.

"Can’t sleep, hm?", he had asked you after watching how you had no control over your tail trashing and tapping on the woven floor for hours. You were either really nervous or extremely excited, but whatever it was, it kept you sleepless.

In the dark, he still saw the way you turned around to face him, nodding and biting your lip as you looked at him from across the room.

"C‘mere peach", he reached his arms out for you to settle in between them, "tell me what’s troubling you." You were hesitant for a good while, much to his surprise. You had never denied him something before, so he was actually relieved when you finally moved to lay beside him.

A content hum was slipping through your lips as warm fingers brushed ever so lightly over your sensitive skin, tracing the stripes on your sides. Neteyam moved his head just enough to press a lazy kiss to your jaw every once in a while.

"So? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I don’t know…", came from beside him, your voice soft and uncertain and he knew that tone all too well.

Propping himself on one elbow, he looks down at you with furrowed eyebrows, "You know you can tell me everything, peach. I thought we would always share our secrets with each other?"

You sigh, knowing that sooner or later your best friends was always able to draw the words right out of you, so better tell him now. Last time you kept a secret from him, he was denying you kisses for two days straight. You almost went insane!

"I’ve been thinking about… about that day", you admit so quietly, you almost whisper.

"About what exactly?", he tilts his head questioningly and you completely miss the teasing tone in his voice.

"You said you had that tingling feeling in your belly from kissing and, uhm…", you squeeze your eyes shut as you proceed to let the words fall out of your mouth like a waterfall, "You know that I feel it too sometimes but… but now I have it even without kissing you and it’s just there all the time when I see you and it’s strange and I’m feeling weird and it makes my head all fuzzy and–"

"Oh", he simply says. You open your eyes again to look at him, but his facial expression’s are really hard to read right now. It makes you squirm and hide your face in your hands and you regret that you had even bought this up, feeling dumb for admitting something like this to him. You had no idea what those feelings were, why they were spreading in warm waves from your belly down to your core and simultaneously clouding your head enough so you could barely focus on anything else but him. Because what you did, how you helped him out, that moment has been playing in your minds eye nonstop for the past few days.

"That’s so embarrassing, I’m sorry, I– I shouldn’t have said something", you mumble against the palm of your hand that was covering your face.

"It’s not embarrassing, skxawng", Neteyam then chuckles, surprising you enough to lower your hands and take a peek at him. "It’s not?"

"No!", he shakes his head, loving the way your eyes soften when he caresses your cheek affectionately. You really had no idea what was happening with you. Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning like some perv before he continued, "Look, you’ve been such a good girl, helping me out when I was in pain. Maybe I could help you out too?" Your eyes widened slightly at that, nodding along his words like he was lecturing you on something. "I can make that weird feeling go away, peach. Would you like me to help you? Just say so and I’ll do it."

A smile formed on your plumb lips and a sign of relief was clearly written on your face. Neteyams face lowered enough to hover just inches from yours and for a moment you think that he may kiss you, leaning in to let him capture your lips but he doesn’t move. "Use your words, pretty girl", he just teases, loving the way you squirmed underneath him.

"Can you help me, Teyam? Pretty please", you giggle. "Anything for my best girl", he smiles and then you’re rewarded with him actually leaning down to kiss you, soft and tender, and you sigh against his lips.

This was the perfect setup, Neteyam knew it. Adrenaline coursed through his body and he could hear his heart thumping in his chest. He could see that you were a little nervous, uncertain about what might happen now. But there was something else in your eyes. Trust. You trusted him with your whole heart and fuck, did that make him hard underneath his loincloth.

"Lay down on your back for me, yes?", he ordered and you happily complied, shifting so you laid flat on your back. Neteyam laid on his side next to you, propped on his elbow to get a good view of your body laid out before him like a desert.

"Perfect, you’re doing so good, peach", he praises you, making you blush. His eyes drift to your lips, tongue sneaking out to lick his own as he leans down. For a moment he lingers, like he can’t decide whether he wants to keep kissing you or move down to your neck. He decides to go for both, kissing your lips first and then your neck. You can’t help but giggle, his tongue tickling you as he sucks and licks on your skin.

Soon, there’s this warmth spreading in your stomach. And it’s like he feels it too, because he pulls back to look at you, smiling a very different smile now. His eyes shift from your own, to the way his hand had caressed your belly, his fingertips barely touching your soft skin as they move over your stripes. He moves lower and lower, until he’s passed your navel and reaches the cords that’s holding your loincloth together.

"Where are you feeling weird, is it here?", he asks, his fingers teasingly playing with the woven fabric covering your private parts, where a wet patch was already forming. You nod weakly, not trusting your voice enough to speak, especially when he moves your loincloth to the side and exposes your most treasured part to him.

"Feeling all special down there, hm?", Neteyam chuckles when you attempt to close your thighs.

You squeeze your eyes shut when he spreads your legs, draping one of them over his own thigh to keep them apart. You whimper at the foreign feeling when his middle finger glides through your folds, collecting your slickness on his digits. "Open your eyes, peach", Neteyam kisses your temple, "Need you to see how pretty you look, such a beautiful girl. Look how wet you are, that must’ve hurt, hm? So desperate to get touched and you didn’t even know."

You can’t help the shiver that runs through you at his words. The look he gives you this time is much softer, but it still makes your blood run hot, makes you feel like the electricity in your nerves are sparking just under your skin. You turn your head to the side to look at him properly. His pupils are almost completely blown black now and without missing a beat he grabs your chin lightly, guiding your gaze back to your lower half. Heat rushes up your neck and to your cheeks when he spreads you folds. With his index finger, he expertly finds that little nub that’s so sensitive to touch and gently presses down on it.

"Teyam!", you gasp his name, your hips unintentionally moving and bucking up against his hand. "T-That felt…"

"Good? I know", he chuckles. Neteyam continues teasing your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, smearing your slick over the little bundle of nerves so he can glide over it more easily. He rolls it, taps and rubs and you‘re so focused on what he‘s doing, that you barely register how embarrassingly loud your moans have turned. You’re whining and writhing against him, not even trying to look dignified at this point, the sensation verging on overwhelming and it’s foreign and strange, yet it’s so, so good.

But suddenly it’s gone and you whine in protest. For a moment everything is still, and you realize for the first time that you’re panting heavily.

You’re stretching up, wordlessly begging him to kiss you, to do something, but he doesn’t relent. He just holds you there, with a smirk on his face, like he’s plotting something.

"I‘m gonna put a finger in, okay?", he asks you with a kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Think you can take it?"

A finger? In like... inside? Inside you? There was no way this was going to fit. Were fingers even supposed to go in there? His hand is so much bigger than yours, surely this wasn’t possible!

"I- I don’t know if I can—", you manage to stutter out and your breathing seemingly increased.

"Hmh I think you can, peach. I promise it’s gonna feel good, don’t you trust me?" His words are soft and calming and you do, you trust him completely. Neteyam would never hurt you, he would never ask anything of you that you weren’t actually capable of. He knew you better than you did yourself. When you nod, he runs his fingers back through the slick between your thighs, teasing a finger against your slit and you can’t help but tense a little. Neteyam coos beside you, whispering sweet praises in your ear that actually help you relax, before he pushes his middle finger inside, ever so slowly and you hold your breathe.

He’s carful, taking a deliberate breathe like he’s trying to compose himself. You’re completely unaware of how painful hard his cock is, neglected from any sort of touch and the combination of his loincloth restraining him and you writhing and moaning next to him was starting to become unbearable.

His thumb still rolls over your clit, while he pushes his finger inside you to the last knuckle. It’s a tight fit, but that was to expected. You’re warm and wet and tight and fuck he can’t help but groan once he can’t push his digit further in. Your velvety walls clamp down on him and oh how good would that feel around his cock, he thinks to himself.

"Oh great mother, you’re so tight. I love you so much, peach", he mumbles likes he’s drunk, drunk of the sight in front of him, "Fuck, see how well you’re taking my finger? You’re so perfect, my favorite girl is doing so good for me."

You work to steady your breathing, reveling in the feeling of his touch and the sweet praises he mumbles but the feeling when he finally moves his finger inside you is something else. It’s confusing, the way he makes you feel. But it’s amazing.

He thrusts his finger in and out, slow at first but his speed increases the louder you moan. Neteyam hums thoughtfully, still rubbing your clit, grinding the palm of his hand against it too, every time he pushes deep inside you.

But Neteyam had a hard time doing all of this. Literally.

His mind was fuzzy, clouded with the squelching sounds of your pussy and the delicious sight of your juices running down his knuckles and the way you squeezed him, moaning his name with your hips bucking up and unintentionally chasing his hand whenever he moved just slightly away. He wanted to push another finger in, hear you whine and cry out because that would definitely be too much for your needy little hole. After all, you’ve never done anything like this.

Sweet, innocent girl has never had anything inside of her before, except for his finger. Neteyam was determined to be your first with everything and having another mile stone completed in this very second, has him drooling and thrusting his cock up in the air. This whole situation was making him harder than anything ever before and he couldn’t wait for the day he would finally make you his. But not now. Not like this. Right now, he wanted to do something else.

You just looked way too delicious right now, your clear arousal smearing between his digits like honey and fuck he wanted to taste it so bad.

"Remember the reason why I call you peach?", Neteyam asked lowly, gently blowing air against the shell of your ear where he had previously nippled and licked your skin, making goosebumps appear all over your body. You squirm when the movement of his finger slows down, until he only grinds his hand against your pussy.

"Because you.. you said I’m sweet like a peach", you tell him panting and he chuckles at your desperate state.

"Have you ever tasted one?", he asks with a smile.

You look at him questioningly when he moves to sit up, retreating his hand from between your thighs to settle himself there instead. Furrowing your brows, you’re met with a sharp grin as he lays on his stomach between your legs, hooking them up and letting them rest on his shoulders with his hands on either backside of your thighs.

It takes a moment for you to remember that he had asked you question, shaking your head you answer him, "N-No, of course not. It’s a fruit from earth."

You gasp when he kisses the plush inside of your thighs, his fangs lightly grazing over your soft skin making you shudder.

"Exactly", he grins from between your thighs, "I’ve never tasted a peach before either. But since the day I found out they exist, I’ve wanted to taste one. I could only ever imagine how they taste, how sweet, so delicious and juicy. That’s why you’re my peach."

And with that, Neteyam lowers his head and completely catches you off guard when he licks a long stripe between your folds. You gasp, fisting the woven mat below you and try to arch your back, away from his tongue, but you’re met with the resistance of Neteyam hands holding you in place.

"N-Not there!", you whine embarrassed, your cheeks flushed a dark red, "Teyam don’t— that’s dirty!"

"S‘not dirty", he slurs before he presses the flat of his tongue against your core again, "Fuck, you taste so sweet."

Neteyam is sloppy, desperate as he buries his face between your thighs and licks long stripes from your entrance to your clit. He’s lapping at that little nub, drooling all over it while he kisses and sucks and it’s too much for you. You can’t help but whine and moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut because you’re simply embarrassed by the act. Neteyam, your dearest friend, was using his mouth on you– on such a private part of your body.

Meanwhile, he groans as he laps up some of your slickness where it leaks out of you and his eyes roll all the way back into his head from your taste. Neteyam can’t help but grind his hard cock against the ground, desperate to get to his release himself as he eats you out.

If you would just take a second to look at him, you would’ve realized how much he was enjoying this. He was gripping your thighs to keep them apart, clinging to you and wrapping himself up in your body, smothering himself with your legs and your puffy pussy. He doesn’t even want to breathe it seems.

Your thighs quiver in his hold and your hips jerk completely unintentionally, like your body was trying to get him to where it feels best to you. At this, Neteyams tongue slides over your entrance and dips inside, as far as he can reach, and your eyes fly open to look at him. There’s this look on his face, like a predator catching sight of its prey. His eyes are completely focused on you and then his tongue moves to thrust and you almost choke on a sob. "Teyam, s-slow down", you whimper, but he doesn‘t listen. If anything, his pace seemed to increase even more. At one point, one of his hands comes down to rest on your pelvis, pressing just slightly down while his thumb begins to circle your clit again. He suck and kisses and groans against you and it just sounds so obscene to your innocent ears.

"Hm, filthy girl you’re moaning so loud", you hear Neteyam chuckle, kissing your clit hard enough to make your whole body jerk. "It’s okay, peach you’re doing great. Feels good, right?"

"Hmh", you only hum. It’s barely a response, but it seemed like he had successfully sucked your vocal cords and every rational thinking thought out of you. If that was how he had felt a couple of days ago, you were impressed with how composed he was when you helped him out, especially compared to your current state. You were a mess.

"I can tell that you’re close, peach, just let it happen. You’re gonna feel so much better soon, I promise."

Neteyam was more than happy to keep going, enjoying the warmth of your arousal coating his tongue as he continued. You were trembling with pleasure, lightly grinding your cunt against his soft lips as his tongue pushed deep into you, exploring every inch and loving it.

You couldn’t fight it anymore, the way you arched up into his touch, whimpering in response to the way his tongue was thrusting into your pussy, only stopping to kiss your clit eagerly, as he slid his hands up and down the soft of your thighs, gently massaging and kneading your flesh.

It felt heavenly. You couldn’t deny it anymore. It was wrong– so, so wrong, because Neteyam wasn’t supposed to lick and kiss you at such a dirty place, but by Eywa did it feel good.

Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam was still grinding his cock against the floor. He was so on the edge that it was almost painful. You can feel him moan against your spit slicked clit and the vibration only adds further to the stimulation. He can’t believe that the sheer taste of you and the act of eating you out was enough to make him cum to quickly. He bucks his hips against the ground in the same rhythm of the thrusts of his tongue inside you, almost edging himself because he wanted nothing more than to come with you. Together.

Good thing you weren’t far behind him, squirming and arching your back, with you pussy clenching around nothing. When he glances up from between your thighs, he spots tears pricking at the corner of your eyes and that’s when he decides it’s enough. He shifts his arm so he can comfortably slide his middle finger inside you, curling it as if he’s beckoning to you, just right to hit that spongey spot that finally makes you fall apart for him.

"Teyam, Teyam stopstopstopstop", you try to wriggle away, not knowing what’s about to happen and when you finally come, your whole body tenses, choking on your words you suck in a sharp breathe. With his lips secured on your clit, he helps you through it, let’s you ride it out on his digit while his other hand holds you firm on the ground. Neteyam feels how you hold you breathe, feels how your legs tremble and then you gasp, loud and wanton. Immediately, your hands find purchase on top of his head, tugging on his braids when he doesn’t stop lapping on the slickness that pools around his knuckles. "C-Can’t", you whimper softly, "Teyam, s-stop, please."

He’s so lost in the taste of your cum, that he didn’t even realize he just came himself. It’s only when your legs begin to twitch in overstimulation and when the sticky mess smearing between his cock and his loincloth becomes too uncomfortable, that he finally withdraws from between your legs to sit up on his heels.

In all of the years Neteyam has known you, he’s pretty sure he’s never seen you this beautiful before. Your chest sinks and heaves in big pants, face flushed and your skin covered in a thin layer of sweat. Your lips are slightly parted and your eyes half lidded and he can’t help but lay down right on top of you, with his waist comfortably between your spread legs. Neteyam rests his face on top of your chest and relishes in the comforting sound of your rapid heartbeat slowly returning to normal.

Pressing a tender kiss to the space between your breasts, he then tilts his head to look up at you, "How are you feeling, peach? Better?"

"M‘good. So good“, you slur, smiling at him weakly, "thank you…"

"No need to thank me, pretty girl", he chuckles, pressing his face against the soft swell of your chest just a little tighter. "But promise me you’re going to say something, next time you feel strange. Just tell me, no one else, okay? Otherwise I can’t help you feel better."

[devilish-mirage]

A soft body was now laying beside him, an arm was placed under your head to serve as a pillow, his tail possessively wrapped around your hip and your back against his chest, pressing your bodies even closer together. Soft hair were tickling his cheek as Neteyams head was buried in the crook of your neck. Having you this close felt unbelievable good.

• it's not a want it's a need at this point.

Neteyam bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself from grinning like some perv before he continued, "Look, you’ve been such a good girl, helping me out when I was in pain. Maybe I could help you out too?" Your eyes widened slightly at that, nodding along his words like he was lecturing you on something. "I can make that weird feeling go away, peach. Would you like me to help you? Just say so and I’ll do it."

• I CAN'T, I LOVE PERVY NETEYAM SO MUCH MY GOD YES PLEASE HELP MEEEE 😩🥴❤️

"Open your eyes, peach", Neteyam kisses your temple, "Need you to see how pretty you look, such a beautiful girl. Look how wet you are, that must’ve hurt, hm? So desperate to get touched and you didn’t even know."

• I'M BOUTTA COMBUST—

"Good? I know", he chuckles. Neteyam continues teasing your clit, rubbing it in tight circles, smearing your slick over the little bundle of nerves so he can glide over it more easily.

• Nete, you cheeky bastard (affectionately)

"Oh great mother, you’re so tight. I love you so much, peach", he mumbles likes he’s drunk, drunk of the sight in front of him, "Fuck, see how well you’re taking my finger? You’re so perfect, my favorite girl is doing so good for me."

• NGHHHHHHHHH

[pandoraslxna]

Competitive hate

Adult!Neteyam x female Omatikaya reader

Words: 2.7k

Summary: When you compete, it’s always a battle to see who will get the upper hand. And when you fuck, it’s the same struggle.

Warnings: explicit smut, rivals with benefits, hate sex, quickie, doggy style, choking, spit kink, come eating, degradation kink, mean Neteyam, teasing / mutual bullying, sexual tension, they really really hate each other

Notes: this is loosely inspired by a request but I can’t seem to find the ask anymore 😩 I still hope you’ll find this and even though it’s probably a little different from what you had in mind I hope you enjoy it :)

It's hard to explain what Neteyam has with you.

You were loud, annoying, conceited and a brat that didn’t even deserve to be called an actual competition against him. Where he worked hard to succeed, it was like everything in your life was just given to you by sheer luck. He knew it wasn't rational, not even fair, but he couldn't help it. You were pissing him off with everything you did.

Neteyam was the first to undergo his iknimaya and you followed suit, both of you succeeding on the first try. Neteyam was good with the bow, but you were just as good. You were a great hunter, but he was even better. You were faster, he was stronger. Both of you were incredibly smart. And when Neteyam was one of the youngest Omatikaya to make a clean kill during a sturmbeest hunt, you came along and robbed him of his title. It was as if you were taunting him.

No, definitely, Neteyam couldn’t stand you.

But those feelings were mutual.

As if it wasn’t already hard enough to prove to everyone that you were just as talented as he was, Neteyam seemingly took great pleasure competing with you in literally anything you did. There was something about the way he held his head high, so proud and confident in himself, it made you want to puke. He was a spoiled brat, acting like you were always just lucky and that’s it. Not an actual threat to him and his reputation. You were working so hard for all of this and he took this whole thing like it was a silly game. A way of passing time.

You couldn’t even hunt for your own food, without him showing off that his kill was bigger. Couldn’t even weave something for yourself, without him walking around in something that had much more complex patterns the next day, obviously fishing for compliments from other clan members, before they could even acknowledge your own work.

But you had your ways of getting revenge for his stupid behavior. Oh how you loved talking shit about him, to the pretty girls you had caught him sweet talking to. Making them avoid him, the next time he tried to flirt with them, giggling behind his back as they left him standing with that dumb, confused look on his face. It was probably partly your fault he hasn’t found himself a mate yet.

Neteyams way of staying calm while he felt his blood boil in his veins made him feel like a kid, but it was you, the brat. It was you.

So he repaid the favor by starting rumors about you that made all the guys your age whistle behind your back whenever you walked by. None of them were true, obviously. But there was something so satisfying to him, in the way you would get into trouble for throwing your fist at whatever poor guy actually believed you would suck his dick if he just asked nicely enough.

It was an endless back and forth with the two of you, always competing who was better, faster, stronger, smarter…. and neither of you could actually outdo the other. There was never a true winner.

But if there was one thing you both had in common, one thing you both strongly agreed on, it was probably the fact that you hated each others guts from the bottom of your hearts.

Which makes it even more complicated to explain how this had even started.

"Didn’t hurt you, did I?", Neteyam tilted his head as he looked down at you with a sharp grin. Why was he always so unbearable?

"Of course not, asshole", you mumbled as you tried to get rid of the dirt on your hands and knees. That prick had robbed you clean off of your kill, landing his ikran way too close and not only causing you to stumble and fall, but also frightening the Yerik enough so that it ran away. It had took you hours to track that damn thing down!

"Hm, that’s unfortunate", the olo’eyktan’s son chuckled, patting his ikran before the animal took off flying again. Great, so that meant he was planning on staying for a while…

"Don’t you have shit to do?", you spat it him, clutching your bow so hard that your knuckles turned white.

"I just thought I’d let you know that I’m back from my hunting trip and the meat will be enough to feed the clan for a few days. So there is no reason for you to make any unnecessary kills. Not that you actually could’ve killed that poor thing, not with your horrible stance anyways."

Great. Just great.

It wasn’t like you were trying to prove anything here. You just wanted to fulfill your responsibilities, help feeding the clan, even if it was just one dumb Yerik… How was it even possible for him to come back after three days and immediately, you stood in his shadow again? You could already hear the snickering of the other clan members, if you returned with empty hands. And all the talking about Neteyam, oh the golden child of the olo’eyktan, who had once again proven just how worthy he was of becoming the next chief. Fuck this. And fuck him too.

You didn’t even realize how tears had automatically began to prick at the corner of your eyes, your frustration too much to bear, not until you hear Neteyam scoff, "What? Gonna cry now because you have to return with empty hands, while I fed the whole clan by myself? That’s cute, are you really that desperate for praise or—"

"Thanks for stating the obvious, you genius. You can shut up now", you cuss, quickly wiping the tears away before they can fall, "All that talking gives me a fucking headache. Where’s your brother, huh? Don’t you have to babysit or something?" Like a child throwing a tantrum, you slam your bow to the ground and cross your arms over your chest, mumbling curses and what not under your breathe. Much to Neteyams amusement. It was so rare of you to loose your temper, but when you did, Neteyam had this special talent in making things so much worse.

Stepping over your bow, he approaches you, "So you didn’t miss me while I was gone? Must’ve been pretty boring with nobody to look up to."

You grimace at his words and scoff, "Oh don’t flatter yourself, I was praying you’d never come back."

"Yeah right, so you can feel like the number one for once in your life?", he chuckles, brushing a leave out of your hair in an act of fake affection. And that finally did it. Turning to him, you swat his hand away, fuming with rage, "I fucking hate you so much, Neteyam if you don’t shu—"

You’re cut off when his hand grabs your jaw, fingers squishing your cheeks together so hard that you’re unable to speak without biting the inside of them.

"Watch how you’re talking to me", he growls through gritted teeth. But even though his own jaw was clenched, he kept smiling at you. If you didn’t know any better, he would’ve actually scared you like this. But you do know better.

And that’s how it always went. Probably how it all had started too.

In your eyes, there‘s this fire. But the heat in his eyes is different. Your fire wants to burn, Neteyam’s wants to consume. And it wants to consume you. And you let it, let him. Once, twice—

How many times has it happened by now? Neither of you can tell. You’ve lost count months ago.

Neteyams grip on your jaw is firm, prying your mouth open without much effort and you don’t even think before you act, letting your tongue roll out for him to see. And he grins, that bastard really has the nerve to grin that smug grin of his, before he pulls you closer and spits. It’s filthy. Humiliating. But you can’t help and clench your thighs together when he gives you the go-ahead and you swallow his salvia on your tongue.

Neteyams heart beats rapidly against his chest. In some sick, twisted way, seeing you practically steam in anger makes him so unbelievable hard. He likes that side of you, likes your attitude and when you’re a little feisty, because you try so hard to be better than him. Makes him want to fuck the brat right out of you.

He turns you, so fast that the world spins for a second, before your hands find purchase against a tree. You feel him behind you, how he presses himself against your bottom and grinds himself there. He’s hard, you can feel every inch of him, even through the fabric of both of your loincloths. And he chuckles when you push back against him, just as wanton and desperate as he was.

When you compete, it’s always a battle to see who will get the upper hand. And when you fuck, it’s the same struggle. It becomes a push and pull to see who will be forced to submit to the other, who will cum first, who will make the other moan the loudest.

Neteyams hand pushes down onto your lower back, makes it arch some more and he groans when your clothed sex rubs against his cock just right. His hands find the string that keeps your loincloth together, but he’s incredibly impatient and it’s so hard to open the tight knot that he huffs in frustration. And you’re not making it any easier with the way you push back against him over and over again.

"C‘mon just remove the damn thing", he grumbles, his fingertips itching to just reach for his knife and cut it off of you. Turning your head enough for him to see the way you’re rolling your eyes, you slip out of your clothes, discarding them to somewhere on the ground.

Neteyam then pushes you back against the tree, flipping his own loincloth to the side before he lines himself up with your entrance. It’s comically, really. So much so, that he can’t help but laugh with how easy he can push himself inside you. You’re wet, always so wet and ready for him it makes him sick. It makes him hate you even more with how easy you are, how easy it is to work you up like that. Normally, Neteyam enjoys to tease, wants to hear you beg for it just for his ego. But it’s been three days without that tight heat wrapped around his cock and he can’t hold it together any longer.

"I hate you. Oh fuck, i hate you so much right now", he huffs and the grip he has on your hips is hard enough to bruise. You moan when splits you open, pushes himself to the hilt inside you.

"Ah shit", you curse when the first thrust knocks you forward a little, "Fucking asshole…"

"That’s it’s, holy shit. Look at you, taking me like a fucking champ. At least you’re actually good at one thing, huh?"

"Just shut up and fuck me already, will you?", you sneer at him over your shoulder.

"Needy little slut", he spits the words like venom and than slams his hips forward, cock forcing itself deeper inside you, the blunt head hitting your cervix before he sets his pace. He’s rough and fast, deep strokes that knock the very air from your lungs.

There’s not even a response, no smart remark or anything else that would usually come whenever he insulted you like this. But the symphony of moans that you let out, loud and obscene, they do all the talking for you. It was embarrassing how fast Neteyam could turn you into a trembling, whimpering mess. The squelching sounds he expertly worked out of your pussy only added further to your humiliation.

You hate Neteyam. You really hate him. You hate him, hate him so fucking much that you didn’t think it was ever going to go away. His damn, punchable, handsome face was grinning behind your back, groaning when he felt you squeeze around him, because you were close already. If there was one thing he knew how to do right, it was how to make you come. And how to do it quick and with barely any effort. Neteyam knew how to angle his hips, knew which pace was needed and how much force he would need to put behind his thrusts.

And Neteyam hates you for knowing exactly what to do to push him over the edge. He hates the way your tail curls around his wrist, hates how you push yourself back to meet his thrusts and how tight you are, how your warm, wet walls seem to suck him further in until he can barely pull out properly.

"Shit, m'gonna cum", he groans behind you, "Gonna cum inside that tight little pussy, would you like that?" Your eyes widen. With what little sanity you have left, you glance over your shoulder and glare at him, "Don’t you f-fucking dare."

"What if I would, huh?", Neteyam chuckles and the next particular hard trust makes your eyes roll back inside your head, "Gonna make you walk around with my cum running down your legs so everyone can see what a little bitch you are for me." You know he’s bluffing. It’s what he does to make you mad, drive you insane with hate just because it feeds his big ass ego. Still, you can’t help but wonder if one day he actually would…

"N-Neteyam don’t—"

But he just laughs behind you. One of his hands comes up to your throat and then he pulls you back enough so your almost flush against his chest.

"I’m just fucking with you", he pants right next to your ear, his voice low and laced with amusement, "You squeeze me a lot harder when you’re mad, fuck."

The new angle allows him to put some extra force in fucking against your g-spot and your hands reach up to cling to him, nails digging into his arm hard enough to make him hiss and that in return makes you grin. He can’t stand the way your fangs show when you do that stupid face, so he adds more pressure into the grip around your throats and that’s enough to make you come. You choke on your own moans, trembling as he stills his movements and waits for you, holds you tight against him until you come down from your high. It’s probably the nicest thing he’s capable of doing to you.

Your head feels fuzzy when he suddenly spins you around once again, your legs effortlessly give in when he forces you down on your knees in front of him. The look you spare him is nothing more than a glare, still, you open your mouth as if he gave you the command and then stick your tongue out. Neteyams chest heaves as he strokes himself, the tip of his cock hovering just mere inches over your tongue. Neither one of you seem to want to break that intense eye contact as he works a hand over his shaft, fast and rough. You keep your mouth open and tongue out the entire time, not caring for the way some of your drool runs down over your chin and Neteyam can’t help himself when he catches some with his thumb and pops it into his own mouth.

He knows you’re going to be so insufferable about it, but he doesn’t care, not right now. Not when the sight of you on your knees before him is so damn good, he’s going to be so much more insufferable about this to you. It’s an endless circle of teasing between you two anyways.

"Oh shit", Neteyam curses under his breathe and finally, thick spurts of his cum land right there on your tongue. It’s warm, sticky and a little bitter too and you grimace when you swallow. Neteyam looks down at you with that satisfied grin plastered on his dumb face and now you wished you would’ve just spit it out…

"Just know that this doesn’t make me hate you any less", you grumble as you get up to stand on your wobbly feet, brushing the dirt off of you knees.

"You say that every time."

[devilish-mirage]

Stepping over your bow, he approaches you, "So you didn’t miss me while I was gone? Must’ve been pretty boring with nobody to look up to."

You grimace at his words and scoff, "Oh don’t flatter yourself, I was praying you’d never come back."

• God, I just love enemies/rival dynamic with my s/o, there's just something about it ugh!

Neteyams grip on your jaw is firm, prying your mouth open without much effort and you don’t even think before you act, letting your tongue roll out for him to see. And he grins, that bastard really has the nerve to grin that smug grin of his, before he pulls you closer and spits. It’s filthy. Humiliating. But you can’t help and clench your thighs together when he gives you the go-ahead and you swallow his salvia on your tongue.

Neteyams heart beats rapidly against his chest. In some sick, twisted way, seeing you practically steam in anger makes him so unbelievable hard. He likes that side of you, likes your attitude and when you’re a little feisty, because you try so hard to be better than him. Makes him want to fuck the brat right out of you.

• WOAH WOAH WOAH, SPIT ON MY FACE MY LOVE IT WONT FASE ME 😋

"I hate you. Oh fuck, i hate you so much right now", he huffs and the grip he has on your hips is hard enough to bruise. You moan when splits you open, pushes himself to the hilt inside you.

"Ah shit", you curse when the first thrust knocks you forward a little, "Fucking asshole…"

"That’s it’s, holy shit. Look at you, taking me like a fucking champ. At least you’re actually good at one thing, huh?"

"Just shut up and fuck me already, will you?", you sneer at him over your shoulder.

• GOOODDD I CAN'T, I'M NOT YOUR STRONGEST SOLDIER"Just know that this doesn’t make me hate you any less", you grumble as you get up to stand on your wobbly feet, brushing the dirt off of you knees.

"You say that every time."

• Even though I'm late I'm proud to say that I'm the one who requested this and I'm so so so soooo proud I did because WOAH THIS IS LIKE MY JAM RIGHT HERE, THE TENSION, THE HATE FUCK AND THE UNRESOLVED FEELINGS??? MY FAVORITE OF MY FAVS FR. ILYSM THANKS FOR WRITING THIS BABYYY

[pandoraslxna]

Lost and found - chapter 3

Adult!Neteyam x female human scientist

Words: 4k

Summary: Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?

Warnings: explicit smut, aged up characters, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, manipulation, size difference, language barrier, p in v, creampie, possessive behavior

Notes: check my masterlist for all parts

It was adorable, watching the tiny human female stumble around in such a hurry.

Neteyam watched her from afar, sitting on a branch far up from the ground, hiding behind leaves where nobody could see him right away. He watched her, through the thick windows that were on both sides of that thing. It was an outpost laboratory, he knew that much, from where the humans were doing their researches and studies from.

Hiding her from his clan and the rest of his family for the past day and a half was a real struggle. Neteyam knew Lo‘ak could only keep his mouth shut for so many days. He knew that it couldn’t continue like this, no matter how much he wanted to. No matter how much he just wanted to keep her away from everyone else and have her all for himself for the rest of his life. It was impossible.

His little human scampers around the lab, hastily packing some of her strange utensils together. Neteyam watches with curiosity how she throws various books, technologies, exopacks and other stuff -that seemed unnecessary to him but probably meant the world to her- into a big backpack, until it was almost too heavy for her to carry. She glanced out of one of the big windows every time she passed it, clearly sensing that she was being watched. That made Neteyam smile to himself.

Checking to see if she had forgotten anything important, she looked around one last time, before putting on her mask and leaving through the heavy metal door. She had to push it open with both of her hands, using her full body weight. It finally opened with a hiss and then she took off, jogging deeper into the forest.

Neteyam raised to his feet to follow her and even though he wasn’t trying, he quickly caught up to her. Poor thing was seemingly exhausted from carrying that heavy backpack, that she had to slow down to catch her breathe not even five minutes later. With a chuckle, Neteyam climbs down from the tree and jumps to land on his feet, right next to her. Almost like the very first time they had met. With a yelp of surprise, she drops some of the stuff that she had carried in her hands, since her bag was already too full.

"Jesus christ, you scared me!", she wheezes, with a hand clutching to her chest and Neteyam couldn’t help but grin. She still seemed so nervous around him.

"Missed me already, little human?", he asks her teasingly and tilts his head, causing his braids to fall over his shoulder like spilled ink. She rests her back against a tree and sets her bag down for a moment, before she bends to collect her stuff off the ground. Shaking her head, she then sighs, "I still don’t understand a word of what you’re saying…" There’s a pause, as if she was trying to decide what would make this whole situation any less awkward for her– just saying nothing at all or at least try and communicate with the Na’vi in front of her.

Before Neteyam could speak up again, she quickly decides for the latter, "Anyways, I got some of my stuff", she points to her backpack demonstratively, "These are important things that I’ll need to continue my researches, so uhm… Thank you for allowing me to go back, that really means a lot to me." For a moment, they just look at each other. Neteyam musters her, trying to process the foreign words that fell from her lips. She tended to speak way too fast for him to understand her properly, when she was nervous. Yet her features were soft and she seemed satisfied, at least he thought so.

"Happy?" He asks her just to make sure, using the very few words he picked up from the sky people at high camp.

"Yes, i‘m happy", she smiles and nods. A small giggle escaped her by the sight of Neteyams tail swaying just a little more excitingly.

As his mate, he wanted nothing more than for her to be happy and content. And she had begged him constantly to take her back. As far as Lo‘ak could translate, she had explained that she was, in fact, a scientist. A Xenobiologist to be more specific. Whatever that was supposed to mean…

To make it short, she told them that she was studying pandoras flora and wasn’t actually an active participant in the war. The RDA was nothing more to her than the assholes who paid for her research program. Lo’ak said that she had emphasized several times that she wouldn’t be a threat to them. How cute that she actually thought they would think of her as dangerous. Such a small, helpless human. He would probably break her if he were to hold her too tight.

She also told them about how she dismissed the way her race treated pandora and it’s people, which was a relief for them to hear. What Neteyam didn’t understand though, was why she still desired to go back to them. She wanted nothing more than to return to her laboratory and finish what she had started, even if it meant, working for these horrible people. To him, that didn’t make any sense. Humans were truly difficult to read and such weird creatures.

But she couldn’t return. She couldn’t go back and continue to live with the sky people like nothing ever happened.

Thankfully, Neteyam was able to reason her that she had to stay with him instead.

He made it sound like an offer, even though he wasn’t actually giving her a choice, when he told her that she could come with him and keep studying whatever her human heart desired. He was grateful that she willingly agreed to this, otherwise he wouldn’t have known what to do.

Neteyam didn’t even need Lo’ak to translate that part for him, because he had… let’s just say he had very good arguments that finally made her agree on staying with him.

Biologically, Neteyams heat had passed by now, her scent not triggering his urge to mate with her anymore. However, he still couldn’t stay away from her.

Not that he actively tried to.

Leaning in close to her, Neteyam placed a tender kiss to her cheek. And another, following her jawline. He felt her swallow thickly when he dipped his head down low and kissed the soft skin of her throat. His sweet and tender kisses soon turned into much more than that, until his tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe over her pulse point, where he felt her heartbeat quicken. He then nibbled on her ear, briefly closing his teeth around it and she exhales a shaky breathe, "Oh fuck… W-Why are you so... why are you like this all the time?"

Was she complaining? Neteyam had a hard time figuring out the meaning of her words. It didn’t seem like she didn’t enjoy this. Not in the slightest, considering how hot her skin grew underneath his touch and how her breathing hitched with every kiss and how she didn’t resist him, not even once. He may not understand her verbally, but he was pretty good at reading his mates body language by now.

Neteyam straightens his back again to look at her properly. "You don’t like it?“, he spoke her language with heavy accent, rising his brows. Even his ears pricked up to hear what she had to say.

„N-No— i mean, yes... yes, I- I like it“, the human mumbled, stumbling over her own words and her cheeks flushed red instantly.

One thing he had learned about her by now was how easily flustered she got. Her whole face would turn red when he would do nothing more but look at her for too long.

Neteyam loved how she would shy away and tried to avoid his gaze, seemingly embarrassed just from a little eye contact. He also figured that she enjoyed his voice. She may not understand what he was saying most of the time, but he saw the way she unobtrusively clenched her thighs together whenever he spoke to her. Especially so, if he was holding eye contact. Knowing this, he had only recently started to tease and bend her to his will. With great success. And it wasn’t like she didn’t want the exact same things he was aiming for with his tactics, anyways.

A smug smile spread across his lips at her confession. His hands then found purchase on her hips as he stepped even closer, until she was flush against the tree behind her and caged by his much taller frame. Neteyam didn’t feel any shame about how fast he was starting to get hard just by the sight of her. He realized pretty quickly that he couldn’t blame it on his heat anymore, couldn’t blame it on her sweet scent that made him loose his mind. Now it was just because of her. Because of the way she felt against him, because of the way she looked at him and because of the way his heart squeezed tight beneath his rib cage just by the thought of her. His little human mate.

Eyes dragging down her body, Neteyam takes in everything that his hands have been feeling and exploring for the past days. Her body was so different from his. So frail. Wanting to see more of her, he pulls at the hem of her shirt to ride it up, until her chest came into view. Neteyam didn’t like that she had exchanged the clothes he gave her for her weird human clothes again. He preferred her with the clothes of his people. Neteyam was playing with the thought of making her something more personal, giving her clothes that he made specifically for her. Maybe she would want to wear those. He made a mental note on that, before he continued his explorations.

Hooking a slender finger underneath the extra piece of fabric that covered her breasts, he pushed that upwards too and exposed more of her flawless and soft looking skin. If she was pretty to him, she must be outright extremely beautiful for human standards, he thought to himself.

Neteyam simply looked at her for a short while, taking in every newly revealed inch of her, until she decides to help in stripping off, pulling both pieces of clothing over her head and letting it fall to the ground. Moving down her body, he pampers her in kisses, making her squirm and gasp. He crouches down in front of her, lips latching onto a nipple and biting down slightly. A sharp moan leaves her lips, trailing off as he continues to kiss and suck, his fingers reaching up to the other, ensuring it gets the same treatment.

Neteyam has always been selfless. But he was being especially selfless when it came to her. The combination of carving her so much and his determination to prove to her, that he was a good mate and very much capable of making her feel good was doing strange things to him.

His lips traveled lower, kissing her stomach and the space right under her navel. He feels her shiver when he reaches the waistband of her pants and underwear, pulling them both down slowly. The little human finds leverage on his shoulders as she helps him undressing her, by lifting one foot at the time, stepping out of her clothes so he could throw them aside. Were it for Neteyam, he would’ve just ripped them apart like the first time, but he sensed that she probably wouldn’t be very happy about that happening again. Although he would love to see his mate turn a little feisty, he decides against it.

Neteyams eyes were glued on hers, even as he pressed the flat of his nose against her core and slid his tongue through her folds, tasting her. With his hands firm on the backside of her thighs, he could feel her knees buckle when he found her clit and sucked on it, watching as her eyes flutter closed.

"How bad do you want it, sweet girl?", Neteyam asks her, giving a final kiss to her mound before he rises to his full height again. The tiny human swallows thickly with the way he was towering over her now. Her eyes are wide and questioning, wondering what he had asked her about. So he shows her instead.

One of his hands reaches down to cup her sex, to feel how wet she was. He swipes a finger through her folds and presses against her tight opening. She whimpers, but his finger starts to slide in so easily, he lets it sink down to the second knuckle before pulling it back up. "That bad, hm?" Demonstratively, he holds his slick covered digit in front of her face, smearing her arousal between his fingers, before popping them into his mouth to lick them clean.

The human watches with her eyes wide and cheeks reddened as Neteyam hums at her taste. She seemingly tries to be subtle about it, but he can clearly see how closely she watches him undress then. When his loincloth falls, her mouth parts slightly as if she was trying to say something, but no words seem to come out. Neteyam couldn’t help but chuckle. Whatever she was going to say quickly dies down in her throat and turns into a small gasp, once he bends down and lifts her off the ground by her thighs. Instinctively, she swings her arms around his neck and wraps her short legs around his waist tightly. She’s so much closer to him like this, with her body flush against his own– Neteyam loves it.

The human, on the other hand, squirmed a lot in his arms. Her small hands cling to him with all her might and her legs squeeze tight around his waist like she was scared to fall. Did she really doubt his strength? How cute, he thinks, such a tiny thing and she really thought he couldn’t carry her. Like she didn’t weight no more to him than just a feather.

"I won’t drop you, little one", he whispers in her ear, "Just relax for me." The soothing tone in his voice was enough for her to loosen up a bit. More so, when he gently lowered her enough so his cock could catch on her entrance.

The tiny human may be able to take him, but she still feels so suffocatingly tight around him as Neteyam pushes inside. Her wet heat was already familiar to him, yet it always felt just a little better than last time.

He breathed in, deep and sharp and he tried so hard to resist burying his face in her neck because he wanted to watch her. He wanted to see her face confront in pleasure as her body tried to adjust to his size, parted lips spilling moans and whimpers as he lowered her on his cock.

"Oh fuck, that’s it", Neteyam groans between gritted teeth, "so tight, feels so good."

The stretch that came with his first thrust was insane. He knew she could feel every merciless inch of him enter her tight cunt, before he pulled himself all the way out, just to do it again. Harder this time. Her mouth fell open and she moaned, oh so sweet like honey, it made him want to devour her. Despite her flustered state, she managed to hold eye contact with him and that in return, made him so much harder. If that was even physically possible.

"You’re taking me so well", his voice was low and raspy as he praised her, "Such a good girl, all for me, hm?" The little human certainly wasn’t dumb, she knew by the tone of his voice that he had asked her a question, but what? She didn’t know. Still, she nods her head frantically. If he kept making her feel so good, she would probably agree to anything he was saying.

At this current angle, Neteyam was able to repeatedly hit that spongey spot deep inside her and the sensation was mind blowing. Lost in her pleasure, she clawed her nails into his shoulders, urging him faster, harder, not caring if she was even able to take what she was asking for.

Neteyam could feel her walls tighten even more around him and he cursed under his breath as he did what her body was begging for. With his hands holding and spreading her, he pulls her down onto his cock to meet the thrust of his hips, producing loud sounds of flesh against flesh, that echoed through the forest. If they were unlucky, one of her little human friends would hear their obscene moans, as they weren’t far from the outpost lab… but Neteyam couldn’t care less right now. Should they come, come and see that she was now his and that she would never return to them ever again.

His brain had completely checked out sometime around when he felt her squeeze him so painfully tight, she didn’t even leave room for some of her slickness, so it started leaking out around where they were connected. The feeling of her arousal dripping down his balls almost made him loose himself altogether.

Her breathing turned needy and higher pitched, struggling to keep steady as he was driving her over the edge faster than she could probably even process it. She brabbles whatever nonsense comes to her fucked out mind, her need for release so shamefully on display that it made his cock throb inside her.

"Are you close? Great mother– you’re getting even tighter like this, haa fuck“, Neteyam groaned and then he finally allowed himself to rest his face in the space where her neck met her delicate shoulder. She just felt so good, way too good. He would spill any second if she kept clenching around him and filling his sensitive ears with all these noises.

His human moaned at each push, each thrust, trying to feel more of him by moving her hips as well. He could hear her beg between moans, breathlessly asking for more. And he would give her more if she wanted it. He would give her everything. Everything she desired, because she was his mate and her sweet pussy must’ve been a gift to him, sent by eywa herself. He would bring down a grown palulukan with his bare hands if she was asking for it.

But she was close. And right now, his only goal was to make his precious mate come, hard and shaking. He wanted to make her feel good, so incredibly good. Just as good as she was making him feel.

Soon, his little human had no more energy to keep chanting curses and moaning out loud, as she fell slack in his arms. She could only mumble and whine, drunk off of his cock, addicted to it like he was a drug. Neteyam gladly kept going like this, helping her to her release while also using her for his own pleasure too. His hands were still firm on her bottom, lifting her up and pushing her down onto his cock, until the tip was roughly kissing her cervix, making her mewl. His hips bucked up, fucking into her tight cunt so desperately fast that his rhythm became sloppy and uneven.

Meanwhile, his lips were sealed against her neck, abusing her soft, perfect skin to mark her as his own. His rough kisses would most definitely bruise by tomorrow, showing everyone his claim on her. She was his. His human. His mate.

"You’re mine", Neteyam murmured against her throat, voicing his thoughts without concern since she didn’t understand him anyway, "Mine, all mine. My sweet little human. Fuck, how do you even feel so good? You’re gonna make me cum, I’m so, so close."

The heat that pools in his lower abdomen feels as if it'll overflow, she was so hot and wet, everything just felt so intense. He was moaning, literally moaning, without a care in the world because what else was he supposed to do when she felt so fucking good? His body and his mind were collectively screaming at him, begging him to make the bond. Tsaheylu. Tsaheylu. Tsaheylu. But he couldn’t. It wasn’t possible. And as a compensation, he fucked her even harder.

"I’m– oh god, I’m coming! I’m– fuck I‘m coming, coming", she cried out and Neteyam felt her walls clamp down hard, her legs around his middle tensed and squeezed his waist and then his hips begin to stutter too. The humans eyes close tight and her brows push together and then she chokes back a sob and it feels like she was falling down a cliff and taking him with her.

Neteyam fucks her through both of their orgasms. He doesn't let her go just yet. He wanted to ride it out and make her squirm, loving the way his human mate writhed and rocked with nowhere to go because he held her tight in his arms, pumping her full of his cum until she couldn’t take it anymore. Her legs were twitching, soft whimpers leaving her parted lips and whatever words she was whining softly, they were probably meant to tell him she was spent, tired and overstimulated.

He thrusts up into her a few more times, just to make sure she would still feel him there tomorrow, before he mercifully stops the movements of his hips. Instantly, he feels her relax in his hold, feels her nuzzle her face against his collarbone and sigh. The mask she was wearing, separating her face from actually touching him, was cold and Neteyam hissed when the cool glass made contact with his hot skin.

Even though her eyes were shut and she was fighting the urge to lose consciousness, his human sensed the way Neteyam was shifting her limp body in his arms. As she was lifted slightly, with the intention of pulling his cock out of her and making her stand up so they could both get dressed again, her brows furrowed. Quickly, she locked both her arms and her legs tightly behind Neteyams back and around his neck. Still buried to the hilt in her, Neteyam hissed through clenched teeth. If she kept this up, he was left with no choice but to mate with her again. Not that he would mind.

"Noo", she complained softly as he attempted to get her off of him. But she continued to cling to him, like a baby Syaksyuk to its mother. Neteyam couldn’t deny that she was adorable like this. He would’ve never expected her to become this needy and touch starved with him and it made him beam with affection.

"What’s wrong? Are your tiny legs not working anymore, hm?", Neteyam teased her with a chuckle and even though she couldn’t understand, she still hid her face in the crook of his neck as if his words embarrassed her.

She was covered in a thin layer of sweat, her skin sticking to his own but he didn’t mind it, not at all. In fact, it was quite the opposite– it made him kind of proud to know that he was able to tire out and satisfy his little mate so fast. Neteyam could’ve easily went for another round, but giving that she was always so exhausted after they did it, he would allow her to rest. Even if it meant not moving for a while, because she had declared their current position as comfortable enough to take her rest right here and right now.

Right now would’ve been a good time to tell her. But still, Neteyam decides against it…

"I'm not leaving," he assured in a soft, soothing tone, one of his hands gently stroking her lower back as his own came to rest against a tree, "Go ahead, sleep if you want. We can stay like this for a while longer."

Telling the little human that he had chosen her as his mate was probably a little early he decided. Humans didn’t mate for a lifetime like Na‘vi did. Telling her that she now sort of belonged to him could end up in frightening her and Neteyam didn’t want that. Apart from that, they still struggled to communicate with each other for more than just one or two simple words, so it was almost impossible for him to make her understand something as complex as this.

He would have to tell her some time, obviously. But until then, he would take great pleasure helping her fall for him the same way he fell for her. And while she may not be able to bond with him the way his people did, he would still manage to make it work.

[devilish-mirage]

"Missed me already, little human?", he asks her teasingly and tilts his head, causing his braids to fall over his shoulder like spilled ink.

• UGH I DO YES YES YES I MISS U SM 😩😩😩

"Happy?" He asks her just to make sure, using the very few words he picked up from the sky people at high camp.

"Yes, i‘m happy", she smiles and nods. A small giggle escaped her by the sight of Neteyams tail swaying just a little more excitingly.

• Bye why is this so cute, my heart's a mess 🥴🥴🥴

Neteyam loved how she would shy away and tried to avoid his gaze, seemingly embarrassed just from a little eye contact. He also figured that she enjoyed his voice. She may not understand what he was saying most of the time, but he saw the way she unobtrusively clenched her thighs together whenever he spoke to her. Especially so, if he was holding eye contact. Knowing this, he had only recently started to tease and bend her to his will. With great success. And it wasn’t like she didn’t want the exact same things he was aiming for with his tactics, anyways.

• SHE'S SO REAL, SHE'S ME FR BECAUSE I'M ALSO LIKE THAT! YOU'RE JUST LIKE ME Y/N. WE TWINSIES 🤞😩

"You’re mine", Neteyam murmured against her throat, voicing his thoughts without concern since she didn’t understand him anyway, "Mine, all mine. My sweet little human. Fuck, how do you even feel so good? You’re gonna make me cum, I’m so, so close."

• This... This is doing things to me, I can't put it to words how much I love this series nghh I need more more moreee 🥴❤️

On another note, it's good to be back. I miss this, I miss u, babyyyy. Did u miss me? (with mad rizz)

[pandoraslxna]

Lost and found - Chapter 2

adult!Neteyam x fem!scientist!reader

Words: 2.8k

Summary: Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?

Warnings: explicit smut, oral, somnophilia, kidnapping, non-con elements, Na‘vi in heat, scent kink, size difference, semi-public, biting, fingering, p in v, language barrier

Notes: Here is the long awaited pt2 and I hope you guys enjoy it as much as the first one 🫶🏻 (check my masterlist to view all parts)

The tiny human looks so peaceful in her sleep.

With her chest evenly raising and falling, soft noises of dreams leaving her parted lips and hair in a mess.

Neteyam was lucky he arrived at high camp way past the eclipse and everyone was already sound asleep, otherwise he wouldn’t have managed to sneak her into his marui without anyone noticing. His parents would most definitely skin him alive the next morning anyways, when they find out his chosen mate was not only a human but an RDA scientist too. Maybe he could hide her for a few more days of peace, if he could somehow manage to make her understand that she wasn’t allowed to leave his marui and make any noises.

But that was something he didn’t want to waste a thought on right now. He would have to think about a solution for this little problem in the morning. Right now, he was entirely too busy watching her sleep.

Her sweet scent still lingers in the air. Usually it wears off after the first mating but he knew that his heat would probably last a while longer than that. A day or two maybe, he didn’t know. Maybe even longer, given how potent her scent was when it first hit him. Originally, Neteyam wanted to give her space and let her rest for a while, at least until he truly couldn’t bare it no more and had to mate with her again. But it seemed like this case didn’t even need to occur. He hadn’t even reached his physical limit yet, and already couldn’t withstand her any longer.

Neteyam made sure to be as quiet as possible, as he got up from his current position and moved over to her. Utilising years of experience in stealth as a warrior and skilled hunter, he pulls the thinly weaved blanket off of her, to reveal her bare limbs. She was still naked, no surprise after he had left her destroyed clothes behind in the forest. She wouldn’t need them anymore anyways. Tomorrow, he would make her some new ones. Some that didn’t made her look even more like the alien that she was.

Carefully, he repositions her to lay on her back, her soft thighs spread wide enough to make room for him. Neteyam places a gentle kiss on her inner thigh, both eyes fixed on her face. Her features are clam and relaxed, eyes still closed shut and he smiles to himself. He knows it’s probably not the best idea, knows he’s testing his luck but it’s just so hard to resist her.

He kisses her again, on her pubic bone this time. A quick look to her face –still nothing. Another kiss is left right on her core and when she’s still seemingly sound asleep, Neteyam knows he’s good to go. His tongue is gentle on her, sliding from her clit, leaving soft kisses here and there, to her entrance. She tastes as sweet as she smells and he can’t help the excited sway of his tail moving behind him when he realizes. A small gasps leaves her lips, when the tip of his tongue experimentally dips into her. Neteyam stills for a moment and musters her face before he continues.

He’s still gentle but there grows a force behind it, a need desperately restrained because he doesn’t want to wake her. He wants her so bad, yet he knows the human needs her sleep to fully recover. She’s just so fragile, he didn’t want to break his newly found mate.

Neteyam carefully spreads her open with one hand and finds her opening with the other. Deceptively small, but surprisingly elastic. She seems so tiny until his dick was splitting her open, swallowing him up, hugging him deep and tight. He traces his name over her clit with his tongue, marking her most sensitive part for himself, before he slowly slides a finger inside her. She moans quietly in her sleep, her cheeks now flushed red and Neteyam hopes her dreams are as sweet as she was. 

She was getting wet –like, really wet.

He smirks as he laps up some of her slickness where it leaks around his finger and his eyes roll all the way back into his head from her taste. He’s getting hard, too. Playing with her like this was a lot more fun that he thought it would be. Neteyams eyes fall closed as he devours her, relishing in the sweetness of her arousal. He doesn’t even realize how her breathing increases until suddenly, her tiny hands find the crown of his head. She mindlessly brushes through his braids, not fully awake and aware of what was happening yet. But then she tugs on his hair, just as he sucks on her clit. She hums, a confused sound leaving her lips before she fully registers where she is and Neteyam opens his eyes to look up at her. "Sleep well?", he asks her, using the very few words in her language that he actually knows, with a kiss to the little nub that brings her so much pleasure and her hips jerk.

"What the–", her eyes widen in shock and she tries to close her legs around his head, but a pair of strong hands effortlessly keep them apart. Neteyam is quick to hush her. "Shh, be quiet", he whispers, "I‘ll make you feel good, but you have to stay quiet for me."

"Listen, I have no idea what you’re sa— ah!" Before she can finish her complain, Neteyam lowers his head again. Expertly, he finds her clit and sucks. He circles it with his tongue, but when a moan escapes her lips, he stops. His gaze flies up to find her face and he simply looks at her with his brows drawn together. No words are exchanged, until the only sound that‘s heard is that of her rapid breathing. Only then, Neteyam lowers his lips back down again, eating her out like a starved man.

Her thighs quiver in his hold and her hips jerk, desperately trying to get him where it feels best to her. At one point, Neteyams tongue slides over her entrance and dips inside, as far as he can reach and she moans again. And again, Neteyam stops. His eyes find hers, a stern look on his face and she swallows thickly.

"Okay, okay I get it", she murmurs quietly between breathless pants, "Quiet. I‘ll be quiet."

What a smart girl, Neteyam thinks with a grin. The second he closes his lips around her clit again and sucks, he could feel heat spread through her entire body, heralding her impending orgasm. With the way she squeezed her eyes shut, her lower lip sucked in between her teeth to prevent herself from making any noise and the way her hips bucked up —She was begging him wordlessly to make her cum and so he pushed another finger into her, pumping in and out of her wet center. When she starts to tug on his hair again, in an effort to get him exactly where she wanted him, Neteyam can’t help but grind his hard cock against the ground, desperate to get to his release himself.

He then forces another finger inside her and she throws her head back, whimpering quietly. "You’re doing so well, so good for me. Cute little human", Neteyam coos in a whisper, comforting her. A new wave of her sweet scent suddenly rolls off of her, as if she was reacting to his words or his actions, he didn’t know, but he wonders how she was even doing this. For a faint moment, he wonders if it was just his mind playing tricks on him, but then he feels his heart hammer inside his chest and it felt like he had been set aflame. His body was reacting to her scent instinctively. The sensation was particularly acute between his thighs, where an aching need throbbed, beating to the frantic tune of his heart.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

There was that yawning, aching void inside her, and her body needed something to fill it. Her body needed to be filled, Neteyam was sure of it. Her cunt pulsed, clenched around his digits and then a feverish wave of shivers went down her back, making it arch off the floor. Neteyam chuckled and the vibration against her core almost sent her over the edge. But then he draws away from her and sits back on his heels.

Her eyes fly open and it’s almost adorable how she looks at him, as if she was disappointed that he had stopped. Keeping eye contact with her, he licks his fingers clean of her slickness and watches her cheeks turn red– a quality his people did not possess. It told him that she was embarrassed. Flustered. She really was an adorable thing. Still a human, but a cute one.

Neteyam settled himself between her spread thighs, hooking her legs over his arms to fold her into a weird position where she was trapped, not only under his, but also her own weight. A soft whimper escaped her at the sudden closeness and Neteyam cursed the mask she was wearing, because he was close enough to kiss her like this but the thin glass hovering over her face prevented him from it. Instead, he choose to bury his face in the space where her delicate shoulder met her neck. He felt her pulse, rapidly beating, where he pressed his nose against her.

He kissed her soft skin there, while his cock, hard and already leaking pre-cum, glides between her wet folds. He grinds himself against her for a while, relishing in the feeling of her slickness covering him like a second layer of skin until he was nice and wet and ready for her. He draws back a little more, until his tip catches on her entrance and then he pushes himself inside. She’s still so tight, clamping down on him with enough force, it makes him hold his breathe in order not to groan out loud.

Neteyam was doing what his body was clamoring for. He kept filling her, his cock stretching her walls, making room for himself inside of her. She was tiny, but she was taking him. Even better than the first time, he remarked. Her body released more of her slickness to ease the way and finally, he was flush with her. Connected like two pieces of a puzzle. She was keening as quietly as possible but when he moved his hips and thrusted into her for the first time, a moan slipped past her lips.

Where he had left soft kisses earlier, Neteyam suddenly bit down on her neck. Not hard enough to draw blood or actually hurt her, but enough to remind her what she had learned earlier.

"Quiet, remember?", he whispers into her ear through gritted teeth and her breathing hitches. He feels her shift and quickly nod her head as if she understood what he just said. Not the words maybe, but their meaning.

Neteyam feels how she focuses on breathing, on getting air into her lungs. What had once been such a simple, effortless task was now a struggle. He could hear her whimper softly as she gulped oxygen in small gasps and when he thought that she was ready, he snapped his hips against hers. Every part of her tensed, her bottom lip sucked in between her blunt, human teeth but she kept quiet. "That’s a good girl", Neteyam says against her skin, kissing the marks his teeth had left on her.

Unfortunately, the only thing neither of them could keep quiet, where the slick, obscene noises at every stroke of his cock inside her pussy. Neteyam had to grit his teeth hard to keep himself from groaning, cursing and praying in his mind that nobody could hear what was going on in his marui.

The pace in which he was fucking her in switched constantly, trying to make the sounds less obvious just in case any of his family members would wake up. From short, deep strokes, to fast, rapid thrusts that had both of them panting into each others ears.

The little human was close again, he could feel it. She was trembling on the edge of it, squeezing around his cock painfully tight. Instead of the groan he wanted to release so bad, a huff of breathe escaped him. Just barely.

"You know, you really don’t make this easy for me, little one”, Neteyam whispered as she kept clenching around him. Her small arms had laid themselves around his neck and pulled him close, like she was trying to hide herself underneath him.

The little punched out noises she makes every time he thrusts into her and the mewling whimpers she can’t stop every time he pulls out are music to his ears, but she’s just too fucking loud like this. Her noises are barely above the sound of a whisper, but still enough to be heard by any Na’vi– thanks to their distinct hearing.

"Shhh", he coos, "I know it feels good, but you need to be quiet."

Neteyam knows he’s asking too much of her, yet it makes him all the more proud when she finally comes and not a sound falls from her parted lips. It’s a silent scream, like she’s choking on her vocal cords. But in exchange, he soft, velvety walls suck him and clench around him, squeezing tight enough until he’s unable to pull himself out. To him, it felt like she was trying to milk him dry and suddenly, it felt like the whole world came crushing down on him.

Neteyam couldn’t help it.

He buries his teeth in the crook of her neck, bites down onto her sweat slicked skin as he comes –because if he didn’t, he would’ve been moaning for the whole clan to hear. The human twitches below him, her hands clawing to his back as he fills her with his cum. It’s on the edge of overstimulation, but he keeps trusting into her a few more times just to make sure that every last drop of his pleasure was pumped into her pussy, before he finally pulls himself out.

They’re both covered in sweat, panting and trying to catch their breaths as Neteyam sits back on his heels to admire her. Her eyes are half lidded and she’s seemingly on the verge of falling asleep again, much to his amusement. He was going so easy on his mate, yet the little human could barely keep up with him.

For a moment, he doesn’t know what to do with her. It’s not like they could just sit there and talk, let him explain anything to her, so he quickly settles to lay beside her. He would let her rest for a while longer and then, in the morning, he would decide on how to handle the situation.

The sounds of her odd breathing mask were a little annoying at first, but at the same time strangely comforting. It reassured him of her presence, even when he closed his eyes. Thanks to this, he could pinpoint the exact moment where her breathing evened and she fell asleep. He curled himself around her smaller frame, his tail coming to rest over her thigh, gently swaying over her skin to comfort her in her sleep. She was so tiny and fragile, a very primal part of him made him want to protect her even more because of that. He pulled her closer until her back was flush with his chest, her head coming to rest on his arm.

Neteyam laid with her like this for a while.

He wasn’t sleeping though, still cautious of any noise that could imply that his parents or siblings were awake. But the only sound that reached his sensitive ears, where the ones coming from right next to him– the low grumble of her stomach. She was hungry.

Carefully, he slips his arm out from underneath her head. He redresses himself quietly, before he moves outside, in order to find something suitable for her to eat. Fruits would probably do, he saw Spider eat them once. If he could consume them without further complains, she could too. Neteyam didn’t want to let her try any meats or other things for now. Based on her blunt teeth, he wasn’t sure if humans were even meant to consume meat. He would have to ask her what food she preferred, once she had learned how to communicate with him.

A small smile spread over his lips by thought of that.

But when he pulled the woven cloth that represents the entrance to his marui to the side, his heart stops for a beat and his smile drops instantly.

The sight of his brother standing right there in front of him made him swallow dryly. With his arms crossed over his chest, Lo‘ak glances over his older brothers shoulder.

"You’re gonna be in so much trouble, bro."

Oh great mother help him.

[devilish-mirage]

"What the–", her eyes widen in shock and she tries to close her legs around his head, but a pair of strong hands effortlessly keep them apart. Neteyam is quick to hush her. "Shh, be quiet", he whispers, "I‘ll make you feel good, but you have to stay quiet for me."

• Oh, what I'd give to being woken up like this especially by Neteyam the mighty warrior himself

He then forces another finger inside her and she throws her head back, whimpering quietly. "You’re doing so well, so good for me. Cute little human", Neteyam coos in a whisper, comforting her. A new wave of her sweet scent suddenly rolls off of her, as if she was reacting to his words or his actions, he didn’t know, but he wonders how she was even doing this.

• STAPH I'M BLUSHING SO HARD RN 🙄🙄🙄

There was that yawning, aching void inside her, and her body needed something to fill it. Her body needed to be filled, Neteyam was sure of it. Her cunt pulsed, clenched around his digits and then a feverish wave of shivers went down her back, making it arch off the floor. Neteyam chuckled and the vibration against her core almost sent her over the edge. But then he draws away from her and sits back on his heels.

• And you're absolutely right, my love. I really needed to be filled aha *lip bite*

The sight of his brother standing right there in front of him made him swallow dryly. With his arms crossed over his chest, Lo‘ak glances over his older brothers shoulder.

"You’re gonna be in so much trouble, bro."

• ... I can explain, Lo'ak- OH THE CLIFFHANGER IS MAKING ME SCREAMMMMM.

[pandoraslxna]

Lost and found – Chapter 1

adult!Neteyam x female human scientist

Words: 3k

Summary: Neteyam hates humans. One day, he finds you all alone and lost in the forest, but quickly decides against killing you. What might be the odd reason for that?

Warnings: explicit smut, minors dni, non/con elements / dubious content, p in v, creampie, Na‘vi in heat, alien biology, language barrier, kinda dark!neteyam, neteyams pov, size kink, size difference

Notes: check my masterlist for all parts

Neteyam isn’t really fond of humans.

Spider wasn’t an exception. Neteyam was sure that even he would one day betray his family for his own race. The oldest Sully had his reasons for keeping his distance towards them, no matter if they considered themselves his family’s friends or ally’s. For all his life, he hadn’t exchanged much more than a few words with Norm and Max and avoids them for most of the time. Neteyam also makes sure to stay away from the laboratories and most human technology.

It’s not just that he doesn’t like them. Neteyam despises humans. They can’t be trusted. All they bring, is pain and suffering. His mother had raised him that way. And that's exactly why he doesn't hesitate to draw his bow, when he stumbles upon a human female in the forest. She seems to be alone, unarmed and visible lost. An easy target and it would be one less of them on Pandora.

Neteyam takes a deep breath, draws his bow, ready to shoot, but then… then there’s a breeze of wind and some of her scent is blown in his direction. He stops himself immediately.

Usually humans smell gross. Disgusting even. They smell like something they call soap, a weird chemical and something he can't really describe. They just smell like human.

But that little female is different. He can’t pinpoint it. She smells sweet, like a fruit even. Neteyam can almost taste it on his tongue. Hesitantly, he lowers his bow and keeps watching her from afar. She’s not necessarily ugly, not even for a human, but she’s still weird to his eyes. Alien looking. She’s mumbling something in her foreign language, a language he’s never bothered to learn. Was she talking to herself?

She seems nervous, almost scared as she looks around. Paranoid. She’s definitely lost.

Neteyam can’t spot any weapons on her, so he figures she’s not one of the human warriors or dream walkers. She probably lost her people somewhere in the forest. They might’ve been killed by some predator. Neteyam kinda hopes that’s the case.

A light breeze blows her scent in his direction once again and he can't help but inhale deeply. The humans scent clouds his head, like a thick fog that makes it hard to think of anything else than to— to mate. His eyes widen in shock at the realization. The tall Na’vi can almost feel his pupils dilate. His body seemed to act without his consent. Her scent had really triggered his urge to mate with her. A human, of all things. He shakes his head as if that would’ve helped to clear his mind. Of course it didn’t.

Neteyam should feel disgusted with himself. But there was really nothing he could do to restrain himself anymore. Once a male Na‘vi has chosen a female, their body acts immediately, whether they like it or not… He was done for.

Neteyam knows he has to mate right now or the next few hours are going to be really, really painful for him. Usually, female Na‘vi can scent the males hormones too and both of them fall into heat together– if they’ve chosen each other. But she’s a human. She can’t fall into heat. She can’t smell his scent, with her small, useless human nose. It’s covered with one of those oxygen masks anyways. She’s unable to choose him as a mate, can’t form the tsaheylu with him… so why would his body curse him by choosing her?

If a Na‘vi isn’t chosen by their preferred mate, they usually go through heat alone. It’s really painful and can last twice as long without a way to release.

But she’s no Na‘vi. She’s a human. It doesn’t matter if she chooses him. He had chosen her and that should be enough, Neteyam decides for himself.

Quietly, Neteyam jumps from the branch he was watching her from and lands almost silently on the moss covered ground, right in front of her feet. The female shrieks and falls backwards to land on her bottom with a thump. His much larger frame towers over her and a gasp leaves her lips when she looks up at him. Neteyam tilts his head and the movement causes some strands of his braided hair to fall over his shoulder.

"P-Please don’t kill me!" She squeaks. Some of the words he actually does understand and with his ears flat against his head, he crouches down in front of her. Despite everything, he doesn’t want to scare her too much.

Protectively, she holds her hands up in front of her face. Neteyam curiously reaches out and grabs her thin wrists to get a better look at her fingers. Four fingers and a thumb, just like dad and his siblings. Frightened, she wants to withdraw her hand, but the Na’vi is superior to her strength and doesn’t move an inch. She struggles against his hold, unknown words falling from her mouth as she tries to free herself. He can’t help it, the sight in front of him was pathetic and comically and he chuckles. The tiny female looks at him dumbfounded.

With her wrist still firmly in his hold, he pulls her a little closer, until he's close enough to sniff at the skin of her neck. She smells a lot stronger from up close. It’s so sweet and intense, it makes his tail sway in excitement. When he inhales again, he can feel heat bloom in his chest, spreading like a fever until he feels hot all over. His cock stiffens, presses hard against his loincloth. The need for touch was slowly becoming overwhelming and unbearable, eclipsing all of his rational thoughts. He needs her. Now.

Neteyam can feel how her breathing stops, as if she believed he couldn’t see her if she stopped breathing. Cute, he thinks.

With one swift motion, the Na‘vi has the tiny human flat on her stomach. He’s quick to hold her slim arms tight together behind her back, needing just one hand, before she starts to squirm below him. He crouches over her legs, his thighs spread wide to cage her in. "Hey, s-stop!", she protests loudly, "What are you doing?"

"I won’t hurt you", Neteyam tells her with a sigh and it’s the honest truth. Hurting his future mate wouldn’t be very honorable of him. And he wasn’t the type for these kind of things either– human or not. But she doesn’t respond. She only turns her head, to look at him over her shoulder, with a frown. The human obviously had no idea what he was saying, which makes this whole thing a lot harder. But there was something else that slowly got harder too…

Neteyam palms himself over his loincloth and her eyes widen. "Wait, wait a minute–", she wiggles in his hold and unintentionally arches her back against him, much to his surprise. With his free hand, he holds her hips right there. Her body is much different compared to a Na‘vi. Her hips are wide and her bottom is plump. She’s also wearing those strange alien clothes, much to his distaste. To his eyes, they’re simply ugly. And they’re covering most of her body, shielding it from his hungry gaze. But not for much longer, Neteyam decides and reaches for his knife. The human immediately pleads in her native tongue and he rolls his eyes. With a squeeze to her wrists he tries to signal to her, that she better not dare to move. It seems like she actually understood this time, because when he slowly let’s go of her arms, she really doesn’t move an inch- even keeps her arms behind her back. "That’s right", he nods and it sounds as if he was talking to a newly claimed ikran, "Stay still."

With his knife, he makes quick work to cut through the seams of her pants, top and those weird undergarments. The humans eyes are squeezed shut as her clothes fall off of her, leaving her bare before him. Her skin is oddly flawless. No stripes, obviously. But no scars either. So she’s definitely no warrior. Matter of fact, she looks like she’s never been outside before. There’s not a single scratch on her perfect skin. She might be one of those scientists, like Norm and Max, maybe?

She’s shaking like a leaf in the wind and her breathing is rapid and anxious. Neteyam hesitates for a moment, but then he lowers his head to place a gentle, comforting kiss on the nape of her neck and she gasps. "I won’t hurt you", he tells her again, but slower this time. Carefully, he moves her arms and places them next to her head in a position that seems more comfortable for her. He wanted her to feel good, enjoy this too.

Neteyam kisses her again, on her shoulder this time. And then against the shell of her ear. Her ear is soft and round and so different from his own, he can’t help but close his teeth around her earlobe, gently nibbling on it. Then he moves further, trailing small kisses down her spine and her back arches even more, almost instinctively. He moves quietly behind her, undoing his loincloth before giving his length a few experimental thrusts into his palm. His cock is painfully hard, throbbing in his hand. The head is already leaking pre-cum, swollen and neglected and he can’t help but groan and pray that he’s able to restraint himself a little longer, enough to prepare her for his size– otherwise he would probably rip the little human clean in half.

Another wave of her sweet scent rolls off of her and Neteyam‘s lips widen into a smug grin.

“I can smell you, little one", he tells her with a chuckle, "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” But she doesn’t respond. She’s silent, save for the sound of her breathing.

Neteyam’s hands then find the curve of her bottom. He kneads her plumb flesh, curiously spreading her soft cheeks to get a better view of what he longed for. The human mewls for him to 'don’t look' and 'not there' as far as he can understand, yet she keeps holding completely still. And that only makes him want to tease her even more. With his thumbs, he then proceeds to spread her lips and he can’t help but lick his lips at the sight of her tiny cunt clenching around nothing. She leaks of slickness, the clear, sticky liquid immediately coating his digits as he slides them through her folds. A small moan escapes her mouth and Neteyam can see how she immediately covers her mouth with her small, five fingered hands.

Ever so slowly, he then slides his index finger inside her. It’s rewarded by another one of her sweet moans and the squelching sounds that form once he’s starting to thrust his finger in and out of her. She’s warm and wet and Neteyam feels her heart beat under every inch of skin his other hand can reach. He holds her hip, guides her to keep her back arched and then adds another finger to scissor her open.

Her breath comes in quick gasps and Neteyam can feel her limbs tremble. He wishes he would understand the words falling from her mouth, wondering if she wanted more, if she wanted him to make her come like this or if she was already begging to be mated. He really hopes it’s the latter, because he was slowly reaching is limit. He retreats his fingers from her pussy, his arms encircle her and then draw her bottom closer to his crotch. He leans over her, his body dwarfs her slender frame, his nose presses into the hollow of her neck and he’s inhaling her scent once again. "So sweet", he mumbles and then leans back on his heels.

"Spread yourself for me", Neteyam tells her but the look she throws at him over her shoulder let’s him know that she struggles to understand. "Like this", he then guides her hands, helps her understand what he wants her do to and she gets it immediately. With her small hands spreading her own cheeks, he‘s able to line up the thick head of his cock with her entrance.

He pushes forward with some effort, the tip slowly sinking into her tight, wet tunnel, spreading her wide around his cock. The human bites her lip, whimpering softly when he enters her, hands trembling as she continues to spread herself. "That’s it", Neteyam huffs out a breath, sinking further into the heat of her cunt, "Just like that, keep yourself open for me." His shaft, hard and thick, pushes past her lips and he can feel her soft walls clench around him. It was a tight fit but Neteyam manages to make it work and if the sharp breath he heard underneath him was any indication, it must’ve felt good for her as well. 

Neteyam was completely absorbed by the feeling of the tiny humans pussy. It seemed to lovingly embrace his cock, to massage it and cling to it when he pulls out a few inches. He’s transfixed by the way her plump cheeks jiggle when his hips met hers, so he repeats the motion, thrusting his cock into her again and again. The familiar melody of the forest was now expanded by her moaning and the steady beat of their flesh slapping together.

Neteyam moves his hips fast and hard, panting heavily. His face was bright with arousal, his bare chest wet with sweat and it felt so, so fucking good. Nothing on Pandora could be compared to this feeling, to the tight clutch of this humans pussy and the noises she made just for him– for her mate.

"Shit– you feel so good, so tight, little human." His eyes were foggy with lust, and his shaft twitched and throbbed wildly inside her. The velvety-soft feeling of her walls was enough to make him forget everything but the pleasure he craved. Neteyam wasn’t himself anymore. Everything about her made him lose his mind further, made him want nothing else but to cum inside her and claim her as his mate. The Na‘vi was working single mindedly towards that goal, desperately thrusting over and over into her, chasing the ecstasy of his oncoming climax.

The tiny human below him panted and gasped, shuddering from each firm, deep stroke of his cock. Her inner walls clung tightly to his shaft, squeezing him, flexing around his warm, intruding length, coaxing him deep inside with each thrust.

Neteyam fell into a steady pace, the swing of his hips becoming quick and rhythmic. The slap of skin on skin filled his ears, joined by the breathless panting and moans that escaped her lips, sounding more and more desperate with each passing second. He could see her eyes rolling back as pleasure overtook her. "I‘m gonna come", were the words she repeated alongside curses and moans, again and again and Neteyam came to realize that she was probably trying to tell him that she was close to her release.

Everything was too much. The firm snap of his hips against hers, the lingering smell of sex in the air and her sweet, heavenly pheromones coursing through his system all mixed together, creating the perfect storm to completely break his mind. The human didn’t scream when she came, but her lips parted in a silent cry, followed by shamelessly moaning of words and curses he did not understand and Neteyam regrets not telling her his name beforehand. He wanted her to moan it, scream it from the top of her lunges for everyone to hear. "Fuck, yes, cum for me", he curses under his breath while his tail instinctively wraps around her leg as if trying to hold her even closer, "Feels so good, sweet girl. Can feel you squeezing my cock, oh shit—"

The human comes hard, her pussy clenching tight around his cock as he thrust forward one last time. The Na‘vi groans, ears flattened as he reached his limit with a hiss. He buries his cock deep inside her rhythmically-pulsing cunt, grunting as he pumps his release straight into her womb. She moans and quivers as she‘s filled, his heat pouring into her, filling her to the absolute brim before spilling over and bubbling onto the soft moss below her knees.

Neteyam doesn’t know how much time had passed, how long he had stayed buried inside the tightness of her warm, spongy walls. But the heavy fog in his brain slowly starts to thin out and finally, he’s able to think straight again. When he glances over her shoulder, he finds her eyes closed shut, her face flushed red, yet her features seem entirely relaxed and calm. Neteyam can’t help but smile. Poor thing, he thinks. Humans were known for their low stamina amongst his kind, so it was likely that she must’ve fallen asleep.

The human below him squirms in her sleep, once he’s found the strength to pull out and more of his release seeps out of her cunt. The sight before him is almost enough to make him hard again, but then, somewhere near them, a twig breaks as if something or someone had stepped on it.

Neteyam’s ears rise, senses immediately on high alert. It’s suspiciously silent for a while so the Na‘vi quickly shuffles to his feet, hastily tying his loincloth around his hip again. The humans breathing is still slow and shallow, even as he picks her up. He gently tugs her arms over his shoulder and adjusts her legs around his hips, so she can cross them behind his back. With one hand on her bottom and the other one securing the back of her head, he carries the unconscious human, his mate, away from any possible danger. Deeper into the forest and to the safety of his home, as she was now his. And he would protect what was his.

[devilish-mirage]

With her wrist still firmly in his hold, he pulls her a little closer, until he's close enough to sniff at the skin of her neck. She smells a lot stronger from up close. It’s so sweet and intense, it makes his tail sway in excitement. When he inhales again, he can feel heat bloom in his chest, spreading like a fever until he feels hot all over. His cock stiffens, presses hard against his loincloth. The need for touch was slowly becoming overwhelming and unbearable, eclipsing all of his rational thoughts. He needs her. Now.

• This paragraph alone is making me go absolutely feral-

It seems like she actually understood this time, because when he slowly let’s go of her arms, she really doesn’t move an inch- even keeps her arms behind her back. "That’s right", he nods and it sounds as if he was talking to a newly claimed ikran, "Stay still."

• I didn't mean to moan out loud like that, my bad

“I can smell you, little one", he tells her with a chuckle, "You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” But she doesn’t respond. She’s silent, save for the sound of her breathing.

• Girly having the best dick ever that's why she's speechless"Spread yourself for me", Neteyam tells her but the look she throws at him over her shoulder let’s him know that she struggles to understand. "Like this", he then guides her hands, helps her understand what he wants her do to and she gets it immediately. With her small hands spreading her own cheeks, he‘s able to line up the thick head of his cock with her entrance.

• FUCCKKKKKKKKKK

Neteyam’s ears rise, senses immediately on high alert. It’s suspiciously silent for a while so the Na‘vi quickly shuffles to his feet, hastily tying his loincloth around his hip again. The humans breathing is still slow and shallow, even as he picks her up. He gently tugs her arms over his shoulder and adjusts her legs around his hips, so she can cross them behind his back. With one hand on her bottom and the other one securing the back of her head, he carries the unconscious human, his mate, away from any possible danger. Deeper into the forest and to the safety of his home, as she was now his. And he would protect what was his.

• Yes sir, thank you sir, I love you sir, you own my entire being- PLEASE I NEED THIS SM GAHHHHH WHERE CAN I FIND NETEYAM IRL?????

[devilish-mirage]

Tell me you hate me

Neteyam Sully x Reader

Tags: enemies to lovers, tension is off the roof, curse words, making out, forbidden love, angst n fluff?

Summary: you despise that man but why is your body betraying you?

A/n: this is just a little drabble because it's been a while since I've written anything and I'm rusty but hey, do let me know what u guys think of this! I'm so obsessed with this man, help me guys

Masterlist

"Tell me that you hate me." Neteyam says as he takes another step closer to you, you let your eyes wonder to his annoyingly pretty face, unconsciously wetting your lips before speaking, an act that didn't go unnoticed by him.

"I hate you," you say. "I hate you." his eyes paid no attention to the way your eyes glare at him, his focus was solely on your lips as you speak those words. "I hate you the most."

He steps even closer with each words that came out of your mouth, so close that you can feel his warmth, so close that his face was inches to yours, so damn close that if you just lean slightly upwards you'll meet his lips.

"I hate you so much that I can't think of anything else." you breathe those words directly to his lips and he clenched his jaw, amber eyes finally meeting yours with a certain emotions that you can't put your finger on. Was is anger? passion? or worse, was is love?

"I hate you too." he finally break the silence, voice hoarse as if he's just ran a mile away. "The way you act, the way you laugh, and that smile- dear Eywa, I hate that smile of yours the most."

Your breath hitch as you feel his lips brushes to yours, your eyes unknowingly closed for a moment before you opened them again and was meet by those very same eyes that you loathe so much, staring straight into your soul, like he could see the deepest parts of you that you wish to keep hidden from the world. "I hate that you cloud my mind like a disease."

His calloused palms touch your waist, hard and rough- a sign that he's a true warrior, the sensation makes you shiver. "No matter what I do," he pulls your closer and press your body to his. "I can't get you out of my mind."

"No, we can't do this." you protest but made no attempt to move nor to push him away instead you lean closer to his touch.

"You're right, we can't." he breathes, both of his grips tightening around your waist, making you softly gasps at the feeling. "But fuck, do I want to."

He finally close the non-existent distance and pressed his lips to yours. You despise him, right? Then why is your body betraying you? because you found yourself kissing him back with the same passion.

He hold you closer, the feeling of your skin that touches his was electric, the way his lips dances with yours was dangerously addicting and you found yourself wanting more. More of this, more of him. Him. Him.

More of Neteyam.

[loaksbitch]

LOAK AND NETE THREESOME PLEASE

imagine sully brothers taking turns to please you, fucking you and low key competing on who will get to make you cry out first? — this is basically squeezed from all the neteyam + reader + lo’ak threesome requests y’all wide mfs sent. enjoy.

warning(s) — agedup!lo’ak & agedup!neteyam, explicit content, kissing, fingering, oral (both fem & male receiving), rough-ish sex, lo’ak likes to watch yeah? did i say kissing again? slight degradation, voyeurism, overstimulation, clit stimulation…i feel like i missed some warnings so tell me if i didn’t add anything

“fuck-sharing is caring” — lo’ak & neteyam sully (⨳)

lo’ak letting a deep grunt leave his lips, watching how his brother was handling you, his head trapped between your thighs. “net…neteyam,” you sigh and lo’ak palms his twitching cock, eyes trained on every move you, your face twisting with pleasure his brother was giving you.

you use your elbows as leverage, watching neteyam dip his head down to your pulsing pussy and chasing for more. he leans back, giving your nub a kitten lick and blowing air on it. lo’ak watched his brother chuckle at your state.

you were literally squirming.

your thighs are shaking, closing around neteyam’s head for him to glare at you while fucking his tongue into your cunt and pushing them wider. you cry, head falling back. “mh-mh.” neteyam suddenly moans and you shoot your eyes open, hand quickly sought to his braided hair and pushing him away.

“don’t fucking push him away.” your sopping cunt clenches when you hear lo’ak sternly demands you. your eyes locking with his before dropping down to his hand that was fisting on his dick and jerking himself. your mouth slightly opens, a gasp leaving you.

your eyes followed him when he got on his feet, walking over to you and kneeling to the hammock you and neteyam were. lo’ak suddenly smiles at your fucked out state, brushing off the sticky hair strands from your forehead and tucking your hair behind your ear.

he trails his hand over your face, tracing on your cheekbones before landing on your plump lips. “open.” he tells you and you immediately do what you’re told.

lo’ak watches your eyes crossed when he pushes his hand in your mouth, him moaning when you swirl your hot tongue on his finger. your hips buckle, trying to run away from neteyam’s torture but it only makes the man going down on you grips on your hips and pulls you to him.

“fuck.” lo’ak hisses, feeling the vibration spread from his finger to all over his body when you mewl on his finger. your one hand wraps on lo’ak’s wrist, eyes widening and tearing up when he shoves his finger down to your throat. “yeah, that’s right. fuckin’ choke on my fingers.” he was kneeling next to your body, one hand still palming himself.

you don’t see it coming but it crashes you hard, your back arching and tears falling when you cum. neteyam laps on your slick nectar, taking all of you and kissing on your wet folds. “shh, such a pretty girl.” you can hear neteyam hiss, lightly biting and kissing your plushy thigh.

your hands tighten on lo’ak’s wrist, nails digging on his skin, you’re pretty much sure it’s gonna leave marks.

lo’ak pulls his hand out from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting from your lips to his two fingers. you're not sure what he’s about to do until he was lowering his hand to your navel, your chest heaving up and down, glancing at neteyam then back to the man who was about to destroy you.

you whine when his wet fingers parts your folds, your clit already stimulated than it ever had been. neteyam sighs when he sees his brother slide his finger up and down before circling on the opening of your cunt. “she just came brother, i thin—“

“lo’ak!” you scream when he suddenly pushes his finger in you, your body curving upwards before he is pushing you down by your chest. he was rough when he fingers you, the wet sound that was coming from your pussy being hard to ignore.

“this is so fucking hot.” neteyam whispers under his breath, grinning at the sight of his brother destroying your heat. “you’re gonna give me all of you.” you’re pinned to the bed, lo’ak stopping you from squirming.

he signals his brother to join him, silently telling him to please you too.

neteyam crawls to the bed, coming to your face level and trapping you with his strong arms. lo’ak slid down, getting on his knees while his finger was still in you. you watch neteyam lean and kiss your forehead, moving down to your eyelids and to your nose.

you sigh on neteyam’s mouth when he engulfs your moan, taking it with his kiss. “you’re so fucking wet, princess.” you whine when lo’ak scissors his fingers in you before curling them.

it was almost as if you were seeing stars, neteyam on top of you and lo’ak finger fucking you.

lo’ak’s dick painfully throbs when he watches neteyam’s hand fondle with your breast, tweaking your nipple between his fingers and kissing his way down to your cleavage. “wait, lo’ak..wait.” you try to say but neteyam pecks on your lips, shushing you.

your brain is foggy with all the pleasure you’re being given, lo’ak’s hot tongue coming in contact with your clit, you gasp. “you’re so pretty.” neteyam nudges your nose as his hand works its way with your nipple.

he leans down to your breast level, his eyes taking the pleasing sight of the curve and erect nipple. you choke when neteyam wraps his mouth on it, sucking on it ever so gently. you arch your back and press on his face more but neteyam takes it all, licking and grazing the sharp tip on his teeth.

you’re overstimulated, seeking for air and pretty fucked out. you cry when your orgasm is squeezed out of you.

lo’ak was fast to get on his feet, telling neteyam to move away before he was dragging you to the edge of the hammock. you watch him align his cock to your opening, one hand throwing your leg over his shoulder.

he made sure you’re braced to the edge and won’t be hurting when he fucks your soul out of you.

his eyes are tied with yours, one hand on your hips while the other held on your calf, he snaps his hips flush to yours and you moan loudly not even caring if anyone would hear you.

he was tough with his thrust, his inside burning for a release of frustration, lo’ak huffs with every thrust he delivers and you cry out.

neteyam turns his head to where you and your brother are connected before he looks down at you. he feels his heart pinch with your appearance. you’re a mess, sweaty and not thinking while your small hands were fisted to the sheets.

neteyam scans your face before they land on your lips that kept slightly opening every time lo’ak knocks you.

neteyam has a thought in his mind, his thump coming in contact with your bottom lip and tracing it, “open your mouth, sweet girl.” you follow his order, opening your mouth thinking he was about to do what lo’ak did moments ago.

you breathe out a moan but stop when you feel neteyam’s hand going to the back of your head. “you’re gonna put that mouth to use, yeah?” you hesitate but eventually nod and watch him get comfortable.

neteyam kneeled on the bed, stroking himself in front of your waiting mouth. he pumps one or a two and pushes himself down your throat.

“fuuuck.” he moaned, grabbing you by your hair and pulling to his cock, sinking more to your mouth. you put a shaker hand on his thigh when he roughly fucks himself in your mouth, the contact making you both look at each other.

lo’ak can’t help but feel jealous, your attention drifting to his brother. he knowingly drags his cock out before slamming into you hard and your eye rolls back, jaw wide open. “oh fuckfuckfuck you’re so sexy.” neteyam growls and your pussy tightens on lo’ak,

“shit, do that again.” lo’ak says and you go as you’re told.

neteyam’s cock was throbbing your mouth, him furiously pushing into your mouth and drawing back. he tells you how he’s so addicted to your mouth now but you're too far gone.

neteyam feels his balls tighten and suddenly pulls you flush against his cock, your nose touching his pubicbone. “i’m gonna…cum.” he says and you breathe through your nose, sucking on his grithy length.

neteyam was fast to pull out from your mouth, cumming all over your chest and face. he was actually proud of his work.

and now it was lo’ak’s turn, to stuff you with his seed. tears are leaking from your eyes, feeling like your cunt was abused. “shit.” lo’ak curses when he came, watching how his cock slid in you causing his cum to leak out of you.

you’re displayed in front of them, eyes barely open.

both of them share a look, a cheeky chuckle leaving them before lo’ak clicks his tongue. “that’s what happens when you act bratty on your best friend just cause you met a new friend.” he spits.

“let’s clean her up,” you hear one of them say before neteyam was walking to you and try to carry you but you winch, your whole body hurting from the orgasm you had. “i got you, princess. you’re okay.” you hear him, lifting you up from the hammock.

lo’ak follows behind, deciding three of you will just bathe and they’ll take care of you for the night.

no, yes, i don’t like this… i don’t like how it turned out and i’m crying in the corner :( — like + reblogs are super appreciated, i love each and everyone of you sm!! mwah **

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[devilish-mirage]

“don’t fucking push him away.” your sopping cunt clenches when you hear lo’ak sternly demands you. your eyes locking with his before dropping down to his hand that was fisting on his dick and jerking himself. your mouth slightly opens, a gasp leaving you.

Same, mine did the same thing too. Twins 🤞

“this is so fucking hot.” neteyam whispers under his breath, grinning at the sight of his brother destroying your heat. “you’re gonna give me all of you.” you’re pinned to the bed, lo’ak stopping you from squirming.

HOLD UP- I CAN'T BREATHE- THIS DUO GON BE THE DEATH OF ME FUCK

neteyam has a thought in his mind, his thump coming in contact with your bottom lip and tracing it, “open your mouth, sweet girl.” you follow his order, opening your mouth thinking he was about to do what lo’ak did moments ago.

Anything for u babe, literally anything.

you breathe out a moan but stop when you feel neteyam’s hand going to the back of your head. “you’re gonna put that mouth to use, yeah?” you hesitate but eventually nod and watch him get comfortable.

UH-HUH, YES, OF COURSE, SURE SURE

We love to see the glorious Eiffel tower in this household- im obsessed, i love ur writing sm, babe.

[neteyamkink]

cold neteyam meeting the clan’s sweetheart and having a soft spot for her but tries not to be obvi with it (everyone can lowkey tell though through the little gestures he does) that ends in smut when theyre alone and he wants to corrupt her innocence and reputation👀👀

OMG I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCHHHH THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING!! sorry this took me so long i’m so slow 😭

paring: aged up!neteyam x metkayina reader

warnings: mean neteyam :( (he’s in love though), my first time writing smut in veryyyy long >.<, degrading, use of “slut”, “princess”, “sweetheart, lil corruption kink?, swearing ofc, disgusting smut idfk

At first, you thought it was the new environment making him so distant and rude. Eventually, you started to think it might've been just you, he had no problem talking with anyone else in the clan. Just you. Little did you know the reasoning behind that was that he was in deep denial about his feelings towards you. He hated the way you made him feel so vulnerable and helpless. So he had to hate you, right?

You'd try to reach out to him and try to start a conversation, but he would always turn you down with a, "I'm busy," or, "leave me alone." You couldn't lie it kind of hurt your feelings. everyone loved you, how could he not?

One afternoon most of the young adults and teenagers were hanging around a fire, the sullys and all of your friends included. You sat there crushing up herbs to make spices and listening in on the conversation everyone was having.

"Y/n stop being so quiet," Kumi spoke, you didn't like Kumi very much only because he was a part of ao'nung’s little bully crew.

"I'm busy, I'm listening though," You smiled still trying to be nice to him even though you really just wanted to tell him to fuck off. What can you say though? You were minding your business obviously focused on something else.

"Oh come on since when were you anti-social," Kumi laughs, now he has interrupted the group's conversation and everyone's attention was on you two.

"I'm not, sorry I'll chime in," you quickly said realizing this whole thing was interrupting the group. You hated yourself for apologizing for being busy, but you didn't want to disturb the group and make a big deal out of the whole situation.

"Why are you making her apologize? She's obviously busy dumb ass," Neteyam suddenly chimed in. Your eyes shot up to him, but he was already looking at you. He scrunched up his face and looked away crossing his arms.

"oh no it's okay, neteyam," you scrambled to find the correct words and suddenly your heart was running miles a minute.

"Whatever," he scoffed not bothering to look in your direction. Suddenly your heart felt like it was dropping into your stomach and the frown that was on your face was inescapable.

Later in the day after the fire, you decided you would figure this out. No one is allowed to not like you. Neteyam usually would go into the trees to practice archery late after dinner. Even though he had to learn the ways of these new people he was determined to not forget the ways of his own. How did you know this? Kiri is your new best friend.

Determined to befriend the forest boy you set out into the forest to find him, and of course, he was exactly where Kiri said he would be. You decided to sit back and watch before going up to him. He set up a practice station with a bunch of fruits hanging from trees. You watched him draw back his bow and arrow, His back and arm muscles flexed and his blue skin looked so glossy and smooth under the moonlight. fuck y/n, focus. He released his arrow and it went straight through the fruit and into the tree behind it.

"Impressive," you spoke up slowly walking out of the tree and bushes you were behind. His head snapped in your direction and once he saw who it was he rolled his eyes and took a breath.

"I didn't mean to scare you," you smiled sweetly, attempting to use the charm that had worked on others on him.

"You didn't," he scoffs grabbing an arrow from the group and pulling it through his bow. You thought archery was so cool... and he looked so hot doing it. focus, y/n.

"what are you doing here? how did you find me?" he asks releasing his arrow and landing it perfectly in the middle of the fruit. damn, he's good.

"I came to talk to you about something. Kiri told me where you might be," You spoke stepping a little closer towards him. He didn't look away from his targets.

"I hope you know earlier today was not me defending you. I just don't like kumi," though his tone was even and calm his words were harsh and hurtful. Does he really not like you that much?

"Why are you so mean to me?" You randomly blurted out with a pout formed on your face. Your mouth moved before you could think about what was coming out of it and as soon as the words came out you wanted to shove them right back in. You usually were never this straightforward or harsh with anyone. He turned to you and quirked his brow like he was shocked.

shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?

"Am I really?" he said dropping his bow and taking steps closer and closer toward you. Suddenly your throat was dry and you swallowed the lump in your throat. You took steps back as he got closer, too scared of what you might do if he got any closer. Too scared of what those yellow eyes burning through you might do to you.

"mhm," you hummed, heart racing as if you had just run to the moon and back.

"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.

"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy.

"Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over.

You can speak so you just push his neck down and smash your lips onto his. He wastes no time responding and kissing back. His sweet lips were rough against yours and the only thing you both could think about is why you didn't do this sooner. Everyone saw the tension between you two except for you. In the back of your mind, you knew you had been waiting for this moment.

"jump," he mumbles against your lips. You're quick to follow his instructions and jump, his strong arms catch you his hands have a firm grip cupping your ass. The tree you are pushed up against rubs against your porcelain skin.

"All you do is act so sweet and innocent around the others. I know what you really are," he speaks in between sloppy kisses. His words go straight to your brain and suddenly your head is all fuzzy and wonky. He moves from Your lips down to your neck, and your neck down to your collar bone, and your collar bone down to a little above your breast. then he repeats kissing, sucking, licking.

Your hands tangled in the back of his hair, and his braids felt rough in your hands. Your lips parted slightly to make way for the small hums and moans falling from them.

"need you right now, mk?" neteyam backs away from your neck to speak. you nod without hesitation, fuck you are so ready. The pool between your legs had been forming ever since he backed you into the tree.

"use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy.

"yes, I need you," you spoke trying to pull him closer to you. He let out a low groan and reached one hand down to your loincloth, His big hand dragging across your wet slit.

"fuck," you gasped and bit your lip.

"All this for me?" he questions his lips curving into the stupidest grin. You simply nodded and tugged his hair tighter. He circled his finger around your clit a couple of times, making sure to get you nice and wet. small moans escaped from your mouth as you pawed at his loin cloth ready for more. You could feel him painfully hard against your palm.

“need you teyam,” you choked out, practically begging him to fuck you. He stopped his movements around your clit and looked you in the eyes. He was ready too. You looked up at him and batted your eyes, your eyes begged him for something- no… anything more.

“fuck, okay,” he quickly gave in undoing the knot of his loincloth with his free hand and letting it drop to his feet. He grabs his cock and lines it up with your entrance rubbing it up and down your slit. His hands practically shook with excitement.

“you sure?” he asks pausing before he goes any further. Without hesitation, you aggressively nod your head.

“words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.

“yes, teyam please,” you pleaded hands gripping the hair on his neck tighter. Immediately he was bullying his cock through your walls. When he entered you, you both gasped out of pleasure. The feeling of you being filled up makes your head go spinning, and the feeling of your warm walls around Neteyam makes him dizzy.

“oh, my eywa,” you whimper as he slowly pulls out and quickly snaps his hips back into yours. Your head swings back into the tree behind you and he uses both of his hands to cup for ass to support you. Back aching from being forced onto the rough bark behind you.

“Fuck baby,” he groans increasing his pace with every thrust. His nails dug into the plush of your ass and he couldn’t help but bury his head in the crook of your neck. Kissing, sucking, licking, and sometimes sinking his sharp fangs into your collarbone.

“You feel so good,” you whine bucking your hips up at him to meet him halfway, your body was begging for more.

“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could.

“I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.

“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back.

“Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t.

“You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.

“Say it ma ‘evenge,” he demanded.

“‘m all yours teytey,” you choked out through your moans. The knot in your stomach was growing tighter by the second and any second now you would cum.

“Please can I cum tey?” you begged, scratching up his back and marking him in your own way.

“Admit it, admit you’re a fucking slut,” His stern voice pulsated throughout your whole body sending shivers down your spine.

“I’m a slut,” you manage to choke out through your pants. His thrusts are becoming sloppy but his pace is still quick. You know he’s close.

“who’s slut are you?” He questions biting into your neck, his fangs so deep they feel like they’re going to draw blood.

“yours, teyam. All yours,” you breathe, his breaths quicken with yours and he throws his head back unable to take the pleasure anymore. You have to cum before him.

“cum, princess,” As soon as the word leaves his mouth, your a mess crumbling underneath him. Pleasure takes over your body and causes your head to throw back and your back to arch off the tree. The way your walls tighten around him sent him over. His thrusts became sloppy as his white ropes shot into you.

“I know, baby. I know,” He shushed you as you both came down from your high caressing your face with one of his hands and holding you up with the other.

“everyone’s gonna know you’re mine,” he smirked admiring the attacks he left on your neck.

[devilish-mirage]

shit was he being too harsh? he thought. He just couldn't stand the way you made him feel. The way the innocent look in your eyes made his insides all tingly. The way that one look made him want to get on top of you and ruin those innocent eyes. fuck those eyes that you're giving him right now. Why do you have to torture him like this?

Because it's fun and I have a corruption kink??????

"I can show you mean," he smirked. a gasp left your mouth when your back suddenly bumped into the bark of a tree, he had you cornered. And fuck you don't know what he meant by that but whatever he did you wanted it so badly. He looked as if he was going to eat you alive and my eywa you were begging he would.

Show me? Oh- oh, yeah, ok, sure, of course -

"teyam..." you stuttered, putting your hands up to rest on his chest. "Teyam, please," you wrapped your arms around his neck. You were practically begging him to ruin you. your eyes looked up at him through your eyelashes, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. Fuck you drove him crazy. "Say it," the smirk plastered on his lips makes your knees grow weak and you almost buckle over. "use your words, princess," The nickname darted straight to your pussy. “words, ma ‘evenge (my girl),” the nickname drove you crazy causing the pool between your legs to get bigger and bigger.

GOD, THE SCREAM I JUST LET OUT, IT'S HARD TO BREATH OUT HERE ALSO I ALMOST CHOKED ON MY TOFU BECAUSE WHAT-

“I need more,” you pleaded pushing his neck closer to you and shoving his body against yours, leaving sloppy kisses all over his shoulder. You needed to be closer to him, you needed to feel every movement he made, hear every breath he took, and kiss every inch you could. “I know you want it so bad, huh baby?” his voice sounds sympathetic but he’s just being a meanie. His thrusts grow faster and faster, harder and harder. Your eyes roll into the back of your head due to the amount of pure bliss you were in.

It's ilegal to be this hot sir, this is a cRIME

“Fuck I been waiting to fuck you for so long. Ruin that pretty little innocent act you put on,” he practically growls into your neck. Your nails dig into his back. “Please ruin me,” You begged, he scoffed at how needy and pathetic you were for him. He knew you weren’t as innocent as everyone made you out to be, so he was gonna fuck you like you weren’t. “You’re all mine now,” he smirks against your collarbone as he sucked and bit marking you up so everyone would know he was yours and you were his.

The way I had to put my phone down MULTIPLE TIMES MIGHT I ADD and just take a breather because WHAT? THIS WAS SO HOT? A WILD EXPERIENCE THAT I ABSOLUTELY FUCKING ENJOY EVERY SECOND AND WORD OF ITTTTT NGHHHH LOVE THIS SM.