Im working on a smut piece for Neteyam! heres a little snippet of it! (Hopefully its finished this week or next week..) and YES, he will be aged up in this one. This is just like a before the two of you are grown..
He hates to say he's ridiculously hard right now. You fell asleep after all the crying you did, insisting to him that you wouldn't fall asleep, that you had to stay up because it's the last time you get to hang out with him. It's so cute that you try so hard for him. Your hand is on his chest, and he lets out a small grunt when you start shifting around, trying to still his own movements. Eywa help him. It's late, and he knows he should head back to his family.
Carefully, he slides your limbs off his and stands up, making his way to the door. Before he can even make it out the door, he sees a bucket filled with clothes, and on the very top lies… he knows it's your panties. Spider has shown him enough human porn for him to identify what the piece of clothing was. He was no monster by any means, but that did not stop him from being a teen with raging hormones. He plucks them from your bucket and rubs the fabric between his fingers before carefully shoving them into a small pouch he had on his tweng.
Summary: You're finally able to hang out with Lo'ak after weeks of him pleading. Spending time in the waters... You learn a new way to show affection!
Warnings: fluff!
Notes: I can't believe my last one hit 1.2k!!! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ I always go through phases of hating my writing after I'm done(LOL), so just to see that people enjoyed it makes me happy!! Thank you guys!! ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ
Word translations:
awa'atlu - village
palulukan - thanator(animal)
pela'ang - what the hell
sxkawng - moron
tanhi - star
“I'm gonna tell Y/n if you don't let me gooo!! You’re gonna be in troubleee!” Lo’ak mimics, rolling his eyes at Tuk. Tuk pouts and her hands ball up in fists. She quickly turns to Neteyam and screams, “NETEYAM! Tell Lo’ak to let me go! I'm a big girl now- Tell him now!” Neteyam sighs. Of course, out of everyone, Lo’ak chooses to argue with a little girl. Typical. Leaning against the pole of their murai, one hand reaches up to rub his temples. They've been going at it since early morning, and they haven't stopped. Surely the whole awa’atlu had a headache at this point!
‘Lo’ak drop it-""You're not going! We’re gonna be far out in the ocean, and no one will be watching you! It’s just gonna be me and Y/n, got that?” Lo’ak says, pointing his finger at Tuk. “Stop being so selfish! I want to see her too!” She hisses.
My goodness, they were both obsessed with her. Neteyam sighs even louder this time. He had to admit, it was amusing seeing how his siblings were so attached to this girl. He was so sure Lo’ak had a crush on her. He would drop almost everything once he saw her and take up most of her free time. One thing Neteyam didn't expect, though, was this little squabble to spiral. The next thing he sees is Tuk shoving Lo’ak with all her body weight, and Lo’ak looks like he could kill a Palulukan. “Pela’ang?! You little-!” Before any of them can cause actual harm to each other, Neteyam breaks them apart. “You Sxkawng! Stop that!” He yanks Lo’ak’s tail harshly.
You rush your way over to the sully's murai because you made a promise to Lo’ak that you would hang out with him today, have him explore what the ocean offers to those who accept the waters. You had just helped out at the healers' pod, teaching the young healers how to patch wounds and what herbs have natural healing agents. Most of them succeeded, however, some still had lots of learning down their paths.
Distant shouting fills ur ears, and the closer you make it to the sully’s murai, the louder it gets. You’re planted at the entrance of the murai, and you’re speechless when the scene unfolds. Neteyam is grabbing Lo’ak’s tail fast, and Lo’ak… hisses? It doesn’t fully sound like one, it’s more of a screech of some sort? You stifled a laugh, leaning your head backwards at the scene in front of your eyes. The room was dead silent, and you realized they’ve detected your presence.
Tuk sticks her tongue out at Lo’ak and rushes to your side. She tugs at your arm and pleads, “Y/n! Please let me go with you! I want to spend time with you more than Lo’ak! He’s always with you!” Your heart aches. Of course you’d love to take Tuk! But your eyes wander to Lo’ak, and his lips are pressed thin, slightly turning away from you. He was basically telling you “your choice” by the way his eyes were wandering. You knew deep down that he wanted to be alone with you, so you gently pat Tuk’s head, and kneel to her level. “I’m sorry, Tuk, we can’t bring you. I promise to bring you all the pretty shells when I come back, though! We can spend as much time together as you want!” You grab Lo’ak’s hand and bolt from the Murai. One look at Tuk’s pleading face and you knew you would instantly give in.
Hand in hand you sprint to the shores, laughter bursting in your lungs. “Come on, slowpoke! You were the one who was bugging me all week to hang out!” You watch him roll his eyes and smile. Suddenly, he runs ahead of you, practically dragging you now. “Who’s the slowpoke now?” Grinning from ear to ear. Ugh! How could you forget he was an omatikaya? Of course he would be fast! Without stopping, your body clashes with the water, reaching your waist. Lo’ak climbs on his Ilu, connecting his queue to the animal. He zips through the ocean with ease, almost as if he were a Metkayina himself. You call your Ilu over before connecting your own queue to your ilu.
You chase his ilu through the water, circling him with big, smiling cheeks. Swimming deeper, you find yourself drawn to the coral reef. You’ve been here since you were born, but this omatikaya boy has barely explored the life the water offers. You quickly disconnect your queue from ur ilu so you could get a closer look at the coral, motioning your hands for Lo’ak to follow your lead. He doesn’t hesitate to follow your steps, swimming alongside you.
His hand brushes against the coral before looking in your direction. You eagerly nod in encouragement, signing to him that it was okay to touch. His amazement made your heart warm, knowing that this forest boy could enjoy the reefs ewya had to offer, that he could love this just as much as you could. You’ve harbored feelings for Lo’ak as long as you can remember. The day he came, you had never seen someone so different from you. Apart from his human features, his tail is skinnier than yours, skin a darker shade of blue, and piercing yellow eyes you couldn't look away from.
Unconsciously, you move to place your hand on top of his and smooth his hand out against the rock. You both don't speak (not that you could in the first place) and just stare at each other. The silence between you two spoke louder than anything. It's as if it were just the two of you in this ocean right now. The moment he breaks away, your face almost falters.
‘Air,’ he signs to you before swimming back up to the surface. You trail after him, following him up to the surface. A splash appears when you break free to the surface, hearing Lo’ak gasping for a breath of air. “I forgot you are a forest boy. Tsireya is a good karyu. You lasted long under water” You hum to yourself. Lo’ak nods, still catching his breath as he pulls his body onto a rock. You remember Tuk and how you promised that you’d bring shells back to her. “Do not wander far, Lo’ak. I forgot I made a promise to your sister that I'd bring back shells for her,” you groaned before diving back into the water.
You have been gone for 30 minutes, diving in and out of the water to search for shells that Tuk could use for accessories. You glance at Lo’ak every once in a while, checking if he is alright. Every time you come up, you catch him staring at you, only to look away instantly.
Finally, you make your last stop and reach the surface with a handful of shells. “This should be enough for Tuk,” you pant out. Your eyes catch his, however, it is as if he is not there. “Lo’ak,” you tut, “what is wrong? You have been quiet ever since I started finding shells.”
“I am just thinking,” he responds, still not quite looking at you. “That much is obvious,” you snort while rolling your eyes. You lift your body to sit next to him, giving him a small punch in the arm. “Well? What were you so busy thinking about?”
His silence makes you anxious, but most importantly, it frustrates you. “Hey, I’m not planning to wait all day for an–” “I have been planning to do this.” And in the blink of an eye, he grabs the side of your cheek and smushes your faces together. Your face flushes into a dark cyan. The only thing you can do in this moment is place your hand on his knee for support. Nothing has felt more intimate than this in your life. You have only been taught to press your forehead against another for affection. Was this something the Omatikaya clan did?
Lo’ak holds you closer and pushes himself closer, tongue pressing against yours for entry, and of course, you let him. You were curious about why he was doing this, not that you minded it anyway. He urges for more, but you cannot keep up. You push him away for a breath of air. Ironic, isnt it? You, a Metkayina girl, needing air. As if you did not have twice the lung span of this forest boy.
“What... did we just do?” you pant, pupils blown out. You stare at him, and you see his face mirror yours with blown-out pupils and dark, flushed skin. “It’s called kissing,” Lo’ak mutters under his breath. “My dad told me that if I ever liked a girl, I should try it. Said it worked in my mother,” he smiles bashfully.
“Try it.. On a girl you like?” you say, dumbfounded. He only nods, and it makes fireworks set off in your stomach. “Well then,” you say slowly, gulping down the anxiousness. “Maybe I should try it on the boy I like too then?” You waste no time pulling his face in to kiss him. This time, the kiss is more passionate with less desperation. It wasn't perfect, a little sloppy as you were leading, but it was the sweetest thing you have experienced. You pull away, still staring at his lips, and he chuckles. “It definitely worked on this boy,” he teases, and you smile.
“I like... kissing. Kissing you–” you try to correct, and he's already grinning like a madman. “Don't worry, tanhì. I more than like kissing you.” his gaze softens as he presses his forehead against yours, and it's something you’re more familiar with. A fuzzy warmth fills your belly, and you laugh. “Always so eager, Lo’ak.” he gives you a pout as you playfully give him a stern look. “We should head back. I know Tuk must be waiting patiently for her shells.”
You both call for your ilu’s, but before he could connect his queue, you pressed another kiss on his lips. “I hope more of these.. Kisses will await me when we go back.” “Of course they will tanhì. Then, I will be able to properly court you when we get back as well.”
You already know you’re going to become addicted to this.
Context: it has been months since the Sully Family has joined the Metkayina clan after seeking refuge from the RDA. Neteyam has been courting you and you finally accept his offer.
warnings: mostly fluff, becomes suggestive at the end!
notes: this is my first post! please be kind and just enjoy! any tips or correction in grammar structure/lore is very welcomed :D
word translations:
tewng - loincloth
zukzuk - otter
sevin - pretty
mawey - calm/be calm
tsahik - spirtual leader aka Ronal
Olo'eyktan - clan leader
It has been a week since Neteyam proposed his courtship to you. A week since he has placed the gorgeous shell necklace intertwined with pearl beads in front of you. Of course, you accepted the necklace. A woman of any clan would be crazy not to. This was Toruk Makto’s eldest son we were talking about! The next Olo’eyktan of the Omaticaya clan!
You have been avoiding him like you have caught some kind of illness. He leaves trinkets at the front of your murai, but you appear to never be there when he delivers them. You avert your eyes whenever he looks your way, or even being ‘busy’ in the healer's pod when words get around that he has been looking for you. Truly, you don’t understand why you avoid him. The moment you catch a glimpse of his face, your fight or flight instincts kick in, and every single damn time–
You. Flight.
“Hey, are you even listening to us?” Tsireya laughs while tugging at your braid. A hiss leaves your mouth as your tail flicks, “That was unnecessary.” You frown. Kiri joins in on the laughter while twisting the other side of your braid, “Keep daydreaming, and we might just yank out your hair!”
They’ve been braiding your hair for what has felt like an eternity, and you only groan when you remember why they’re doing your hair in the first place. “Come on- what are the chances he even shows up? Can’t we just-“
Kiri snickers, “No, Y/n! We have worked too hard on your braids just for nothing to come out of it! Neteyam will show up— that skxawng is a sucker for you. Trust me, he is like a sulking baby when he realizes you avoid him.” You take personal offense and turn your head to Kiri, “It’s not on purpose! At least.. I don’t think so? I just get nervous, that’s all..” A pout appears on your face, and Tsireya plasters a smile on hers. “Mawey, Y/n. Your braids will come undone if you keep moving.”
You give her an apologetic look and turn your head back, facing the ocean. “He’s just... too calm! I never know what’s going on in his mind- I wish he were a little more like Lo’ak, he is like an eager ZukZuk by the way his tail wags whenever he sees you.” You huff, resting your chin on your hand. Tsireya blushes once you mention Lo’ak. “Ah, he is one of a kind,” smiling fondly over her lover boy. “However, you should be glad. Neteyam is a strong warrior. Strong warriors must keep masks, my father tells me this.”
“Ugh, gross! Let’s stop talking about my brothers. It makes me sick knowing people can talk about those skxawngs so sweetly!” She pretends to gag, “But I’m glad if those two ever have mates, it would be you two.” She has both of you furiously blushing from her words. You? Being.. Neteyam’s mate? M. A. T. E? Now that’s something you haven’t gotten too far to think about.
You’re finally all dolled up with a matching shell top and a tewng that went well with Neteyam’s necklace. A few days ago, you asked Neteyam if he would meet you by the shoreside by the murai’s during sundown, and he agreed. He almost seemed eager in your opinion by the way his tail lurches.
Water brushes against your feet as you stand close to the ocean, admiring the glow of bioluminescence when waves crash. Your feet draw shapes into the wet sand before you feel a hand quickly wrapping around your waist. You almost let out a yelp until you hear them speak.
“Mawey. It is me, sevin.” he murmurs. You quickly turn around. “Neteyam.” Suddenly, you remember how handsome he is. You avoided him for a week, and you had already forgotten what a masterpiece he was. “Y/n,” he says back, thumbs smoothing over your hips.
Your lips are pressed thin, and you don’t dare to look up. Silence engulfs you two as he waits for you to speak, but you never do. A hand sneaks down to twiddle with the string of your tweng to stop the nerves in your system from rising higher, but it doesn’t seem to be helping. You're extremely nervous, and being this close to him doesn’t help– at all. Finally, you open your mouth to speak, but he beats you to it.
“I missed your scent sevin,” he says slowly, one hand now moving to your face. “You wound me- depriving me of your attention.” He hums, tilting your chin up so you look at him properly. Embarrassment floods your system. You whine quietly, and it only amuses him further. “I.. didn’t mean to.. I was just..”
“Nervous?” He finishes your sentence before you can. You nod, and he chuckles, “Oh, sevin. You are just the cutest. There is nothing for you to be nervous about.” A warmth blossoms in your chest until you realize he’s teasing you..! “Sxkawng!” you deflect, pinching his belly, and he stands straight, tail thrashing from the sudden pain.
Laughter bursts in his chest when he reaches for the place you pinched, soothing the small pain away. “I think sxkawngs are Na’vi who pinch other Na’vi before an intimate moment.” His hand snakes around your waist again, but this time he pulls you in and leans closer.
Eywa was torturing you. Truly, she was.
Blood pumps through your heart faster now, beating faster and faster. Surely, Neteyam is able to see your embarrassment. He is the one who likes seeing your reaction all the time, so there isn’t a single doubt that he is soaking up your reaction this time.
Neteyam moves the stray hairs away from your face and presses his forehead against yours. Your body tenses. This was way too intimate for your liking! Your eyes dart around for any chance of escape, and– There!
In the distance, Tsahìk is carrying herbs back to the healer's pod. Her belly is round, full of life, and glowing. Your hands become clammy as you try to gently back away. “Tsahìk is over there, I should really help her! You cannot let a pregnant lady move around so much–”
Ah. Realization sets into his body. You are trying to flee. That won’t do.
“You stay here.” He tuts, hands tightening around your waist, staring you directly into your eyes.
You gulp.
“You are mine tonight, sevin. I have not been courting you for nothing,” he murmurs, grabbing your hand and slowly trailing it down his chest. “I’m sure the Tsahìk has plenty of Na’vi to assist her side. Right now, I want you here. With me.” His lips ghost the corners of your lips, but not close enough to kiss. Your pupils expand as you squirm, and finally, you realize how real this situation was. “You wear my necklace. Are you trying to show others you are mine?” He smirks. God, he was infuriating! You wanted to just–
“Shut it, forest boy,” you huff. Your cheeks were burning! This is so embarrassing... You bite your lip, completely forgetting Neteyam was in front of you until you hear him hiss. His hands squeeze your waist, “Careful, Sevin. You seem eager.” He breathes heavily. You? Eager? What in the world was he–
Oh.
You look down to see that your hands have unconsciously moved lower righttt above his tewng while you were lost in thought. “Oh my! I’m so sorry..!” You pull your hand away, only for his hand to wrap around your wrist. “You are allowed to touch, I do not mind,” he practically purrs, moving your hand back to his ribcage.
“No more running, sevin.” His breath tickles your neck, pressing his nose against it, scenting you like you were his property. His lips trail up and kiss the column of your throat and make their way to your lips. It’s sweet, sensual, and dangerously addictive. You stand on the balls of your feet to indulge in more. Neteyam laughs and pulls away, glinting his fangs. “Greedy thing..”
You roll your eyes and press into the kiss once more. Your hands move to his hair, gripping tightly as his hands make their way, exploring your sides. After a while of messy kissing, you break away for air and Neteyam pants. “Gonna take everything I’ve been ready to give you, pretty girl?” And you nod, eagerly.
Everything that you’ve been running from is in front of you. There’s no more need for hiding and running anymore when he wants you this bad. Who are you to deny him anything?
