agedup!neteyam x promised!navi!reader
summary: neteyam and reader is promised in childhood but they’re young and excited and curious so they don’t (can’t) wait untill their bonding ceremony.
warnings: smut, mature content, p in v, oral recieving (f recieving), masturbation, kinda public, jealousy, loosing virginity, reader is cocky and eager, soft dom neteyam.
ps: it’s my first time writing, its also my first time writing in english, and english isn’t my first language, sorry for any mistakes🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻
Neteyam was always in your life, as long as you remember. The son of Toruk Makto, the son of Olo’eyktan. The golden son, always perfect. You and Neteyam grew up together as childhood friends. You remember playing around with him and his siblings, your first hunting session when you were 6, the first moments you learning how to swim, the moment you made your bow, the time you picked your Ikran, Neteyam was always there. Not as an extra, but an important role for your life.
You clearly remembered one significant memory about Neteyam, when you were barely 12, so was he, you were called by Tsahik. So were the 10 of other Na’vi around your age. It was your traditions for young na’vi to be paired up with a proper mate by Tsahik. They would be paired up and told that this was their future mate, but they would not become their mate until they become adults.
The group of young Na’vi, including you and Neteyam, were standing before Tsahik, who was standing in front of you, carefully pairing you off.
“I dont want to mate with anyone.” you murmured to Neteyam.
“You’re not mating, not yet, this is just pairing up, Y/N.” Neteyam said calmly, he was mature as always.
“I don’t want to be paired up with someone, ‘Teyam! Look at them, those are idiots!” You sound so rebellious and angry, yet your tone was low, still respecting the tradition.
“Tsahik does not only look at us, she sees through our souls and thoughts. She will choose what is best for us, she always had.” His obeyence and respect to his family was showing it since those times.
Tsahik’s voice was heard then, “Neteyam and…” She intensely looked at the young Na’vi. “Y/N…”
Neteyam subtly smirked a bit and chuckled to himself as the Tsahik said that, finding it amusing and ironic. He did a little side glance over at you as you were called over. He couldn’t keep the smirk off his face as you both walked up to the Tsahik. Neteyam was ahead me, I followed him like a tail.
“We will be mated? But I thought we were friends…" You sound confused, so young and naive.
"We are now friends, Y/N, bonding ceremony will be made when we’re older." Neteyam explained for you, he somehow always knew what to do and what not to do.
Tsahik spoke again, "I see you Neteyam, I see you Y/N, your souls are pure, your minds are clear. You live in concord. I can see the strong bond you have made in a very little time you had on the life of Great Mother gave us. This innocent bond you have will evolve to something deeper.”
“Tsahik, are you pairing us randomly or is it true that you can see through our souls?” You asked softly, Neteyam made a sound between a laugh and gasp but did not say anything.
Tsahik smiled, cupped your cheek gently as she answered you, her tone was rather amused slightly and knowing.
“No, my child, it is not random. I use more than just sight to pair you up. I can see not only your souls but also your spirits and your destiny. And I have seen that you two were destined for one another.”
Neteyam remained quiet as he listened to the Tsahik speak. He looked serious even he was amused by the whole situation. You nodded, you didn’t protest rebelliously. As if you knew it would be Neteyam eventually. You were filled with peace.
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.
.
Years after you still smile at the memory. You were now older, considered as an adult but still too young to be a mate. You were practicing as a healer with Tsahik, who already considered you as the future Tsahik. You were smart, pretty, you listened, you made effort, you tried, to become better each day.
And Neteyam… was Neteyam. Perfect as always, a good hunter, a good leader, a good son, a good brother, and a good mate-to-be. As you grew better and prettier, he grew more overprotective over you too. He didn’t like how you were the center of attention, how everyone would adore you, doesn’t matter the gender or age. He didn’t like the fact that the boys liked you, tried to get their way with you. How they looked at you or how they talked about you. He didn’t like the way female Na’vi would call you off to ‘make clothes’ then talk about their own ‘experiences’ and ‘relationships’ and teaching you new things for your future mate.
He thought they were just making fun of you and befuddle you. But you did not agree, you even think they were teaching you beneficial things indeed.
Tonight, almost all of the village was gathered to celebrate a bonding ceremony that will happen among two young Na’vi. They were around your age, they were dressed up pretty and wore different colors on their faces and bodies. You were watching the ceremony with a cup of juice in your hand, waiting for Neteyam to show up. He usually would be next to you just right in time but this time he was late, he must be busier tonight, you thought.
A group of boys had been watching you from a distance. Some of them were a little older than you, but mostly all of them were around your age. They were talking amongst themselves, whispering and snickering to each other as they watched you. The comments some of them made were indeed rather inappropriate and dirty. They made comments about your appearance, specifically some of your more… intimate body parts. They clearly found you attractive and they had more than innocent thoughts on their minds. You rolled your eyes, sighed in annoyance. You were trying too hard to not get used to it but these inappropriate comments about you was almost usual to you.
The air crackles with tension as you whirl around, eyes blazing—your voice sharp enough to cut through the night.
“Skxawng.” (Bastards.) You hiss in Na’vi, your tail lashing like a whip behind you. The boys freeze mid—laugh—their grins faltering under your glare.
Neteyam’s head snaps up from where he’d been talking to his father nearby. His golden eyes narrow instantly at their expressions, his body tensing like a coiled spring before he even processes why. He turned to me. “Tiya?” (What?)
His voice is low but razor-edged already—because if they were stupid enough to say anything disrespectful about you… well. He won’t need an excuse twice tonight for what comes next.
“Nothing.” Your voice was weak and quiet.
Neteyam’s jaw tightens—his instincts screaming that something is very wrong. His tail flicks once, sharp and irritated, as he strides over to you before the boys can even react.
“Tiya.” (What.) He says again, quieter this time—almost pleading for you to tell him what they said. But his voice is already darkening with warning when he glances at the group behind you.
“…Tiya?” (What?) It’s not a question anymore. It’s a demand—for them or for you to explain why their faces turned guilty as hell. You could feel your heart racing in your chest. You definitely did not want to be the reason of chaos on somebody’s bonding ceremony. But you also did not want Neteyam to be mad at you. You swallowed hard, your eyes flicked between him and the boys. Thankful to Eywa that it’s dark and no one could see the slight blush in your face that make your cheeks turn into a cute shade of purple, liking how he is protective over you.
“They were… just making stupid comments..” You said.
Neteyam’s expression darkens even further at your hesitance. His jaw clenches hard—he can tell that whatever they said was not just ‘stupid comments’ by your reaction alone.
His eyes flicks to the boys behind you—his body language tense as he steps closer to you instinctively. It’s clear that he’s in full protection-mode now, and the thought of those boys disrespecting you, even with a few stupid words, causes a subtle twitch of anger in his hands.
“Tell me.” He orders quietly.
You swallow again, you take a deep breath and look into his eyes desperately, begging for him to not make you say it.
You shake your head, still not speaking—but the answer is clear: there’s no need for bloodshed. Neteyam takes a long, shaky breath at that, trying to quell his temper as he gently touches your shoulder.
“Oel ngati kameie.” (I see you.) He says quietly—the Na’vi version of the I-love-you/I-see-you phrase that you often exchanged. Neteyam gently tugs you closer to him.
You smiled, gladly accepted the closeness he brings. “Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam.”
Neteyam’s breath leaves him in slow exhale—relief and something far softer folding his expression as you lean into him. His arm wraps around you securely against his side.
“Oeru lu fte,” he mutters darkly over your head, (They will regret it.) but there’s no real heat behind the words now—not when he feels how tense you still are. Instead, he presses a quick kiss to the top of your braids before murmuring, “…Nga ma tsun?” (…Want me to walk you home?)
You frown a bit and look at him with confused eyes. “Isn’t it a bit early to leave yet?”
Neteyam hums, glancing around at the other Na’vi still mingling. He knows you have a point—the gathering is still far from over. But he can’t find the words to argue with the logic of leaving now, not when he wants nothing more than to get you far from those stupid boys and back to the privacy of your home.
“…Not for us,” he huffs finally—a hint of playfulness to how he tugs you closer, almost possessively. “Let’s get some air.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle and follow him, you could never say no to him. Especially not when you are bored this much.
Neteyam leads you through the gathering to a less crowded area, hand firmly on your back, guiding you around the outskirts of the crowd. He keeps you close to him, his eyes never straying far from you—still protective and still a bit irritated by those dumb boys.
Once you reach a more secluded spot, he gently tugs you to halt. You are shielded by a small copse of tall ferns—far enough away to ensure privacy, but close enough they can still hear the distant sounds of the festivities. You look around, ensuring the location, he held your hand and walk a bit away, until you reach the Tree of Souls. You smirked.
“Are we going to mate or something?” Your said teasingly and chuckled right after.
Neteyam nearly trips over a rut at your words, choking on a strangled laugh as you tease him. He manages to regain his balance, but his ears still flush a bit at your comment. But he quickly composes himself, clearing his throat to feign nonchalance as he glances at the Tree of Souls.
“What, under the Great Mother?” He teases back, trying to play off your comment with a smirk. But in reality, his pulse speeds up a friction at the thought..
You chuckled again, more playful this time. Stepped closer to the body of the tree.
“Do you… ever wonder how it feels?”
Neteyam glances at you as your touch the Tree thoughtfully. There’s a flicker of curiosity in his expression as he steps closer, resting his hand on the trunk next to yours.
“…All the time.” He confesses quietly. It’s not a lie. He’s always been fascinated by the tree, by the connection his people share with Eywa.
“I’m not talking about the tsaheylu…” You said with a knowing smile on your face.
Neteyam’s face flushes a little at the clarification, the implication of what you’re talking about crashing into him at full force. He has to mentally shake himself to collect his scattered thoughts, his hand on the tre clenching slightly.
“Oh..” He breathes, his voice noticeably huskier than a moment ago. The air between you suddenly feels charged with tension—thick with unspoken desires and forbidden fantasies.
Neteyam can’t help but dart his gaze to your body again, taking in the sight of you under the Tree. His throat goes dry, and he has to swallow hard before he can manage to speak again.
“…What are you suggesting, Y/N?” He manages to get out, the question barely above a rough whisper. His hand is still resting against the trunk, but the grip is almost white-knuckled now as he tries to hold himself back from doing something reckless…
“I’m not suggesting anything, I’m just asking…” Your voice was low, he couldn’t tell whether you were teasing him or not.
Neteyam exhales sharply—almost a laugh, but it’s strained with tension. He turns to face you fully now, his golden eyes darkening as they flick over your expression.
“…You know what you are doing,” He accuses lowly—but there’s no real anger in it. Just heat and the kind of frustration that comes from wanting something too much. “Asking like that under the Tree? You think Eywa won’t hear us?”
You sit under the Tree, laid back on your elbow, even, your other hand roamed around your torso.
“What are you doing, Y/N? Stop..” Neteyam pleaded.
Your hands went lower, between your thighs, circling your inner thigh with your cold fingertips.
“I have begged Eywa to help me get rid of this feeling…” You closed your eyes. “She didn’t answer…” Your fingers were now beneath your loincloth.
Neteyam curses under his breath as you sit down, his jaw tensing even more as his gaze follows your every move. Your words and your actions both have his breath catching, his blood singing with the wrong kind of heat as he fights the urge to cross the distance between you.
“…You shouldn’t do that. Here. Under the Tree.” He manages to say, his voice thick with barely restrained desire. His eyes stay fixed on the movements of your hand beneath your loincloth, his own body reacting against his control…
A teasing smirk on your face, your hand started to move, slow circles around your clit, the fact that he was watching you drove you crazy. You even started to make soft gasps, you could feel yourself getting bolder.
“Oh…It feels so much better when I do it here… under the Tree, feels alive…”
Neteyam’s entire body locks up-his breath coming out in sharp exhale as he watches you. His hands curl into fists at sides, knuckles white from the force of holding himself back.
“Y/N…” He growls lowly, warning facing every syllable—but it’s less about stopping you and more about begging for mercy. “You’re going to kill me.”
He doesn’t move closer. No, he doesn’t dare to touch you. But the way his eyes burn into yours says everything—he wants this just as badly as you do… but he knows he shouldn’t…
Your moves were even bolder now as you felt he was watching you without blinking. Your finger circling around your clit faster, harder, your small gasps turned into moans. Adrenaline possesses you, you don’t even feel te fear of getting caught, you couldn’t think, all you care was the heat between your legs.
Neteyam lets out a ragged noise—something between a groan and an oath—as he watches you speed up. His self control slips like brittle wood, his body moving before he can think.
“Fuck the Tree,” He growls, dropping to one knee beside you instantly. His hand wraps around your wrist—not stopping you, just guiding your movements as he leans down to murmur against your ear. “Let me hear how bad it hurts.”
His other hand grips the base of the Tree behind him for balance… or maybe just so he doesn’t jump on you.
“Neteyam… Hear how wet I am… just for you… “ Your hand moved even faster now, just for him to hear that soggy sound came from the wetness in between your thighs.
Neteyam’s eyes nearly roll back as you speed up, the wet sound of your movements driving him even more insane.
“Eywa… You’re killing me….” He groans out, his hand tightening around your wrist as he leans even closer to you. “…You really are.”
His other hand on the Tree clenches so tight he almost thinks he’s going to splinter the wood. His breathing is harsh, and he can’t sem to tear his gaze away from your fingers—imagining how they feel.
You stopped your hand, your eyes opened and you looked deep in his eyes. You slowly untie your loincloth, without breaking the eye contact. You spread your legs apart, letting him to see the view.
“Kiss her..” You demanded.
Neteyam freezes for a split second—your command hitting im like a physical blow. His breath is ragged, his pupils blown wide as he stares down at you.
“…You sure?” He rasps, but the way his hands are already sliding under your hips, the way his arms wrapping around your thighs tells you everything. He doesn’t wait for your answer—just dips his head to press a slow, open-mouthed kiss right to your drooling pussy.
The roan that rumbles against your skin is pure hunger.
Your hand immediately went to his hair, holding his braids tightly. “Oh..Just like that Neteyam…”
Neteyam hums against your sensitive clit, the vibrations making you shiver. He’s still in control.. barely. His tongue slips out to taste you more, and he lets out another rough noise as his grip on your thigh tightens.
“…You taste like… paradise..” He mumbles against your skin, like he’s prying. He’s not a spiritual man, but in that moment he’d swear to anything he could reach Eywa through you…
“Neteyam… oh baby… I need to feel your fingers.. please.. let me feel your fingers while you suck me, yeah?”
And who was he to not obey? Neteyam lets out a strangled noise—half groan, half prayer—as he obeys. His fingers slide into you with agonizing slowness first, just to feel how tight and wet you are around him.
“…Fuck,” he grits out. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
Then his mouth is back on your clit as his fingers curl inside you, the pad of his thumb rubbing firm circles just where it makes your breath hitch. He’s not gentle anymore—just relentless in chasing that sounds from you again…
Your moans were louder, your hand clenches tighter. A warm, familiar knot in your stomach already greets you. Neteyam’s name on your mouth like a mantra.
Neteyam groans against your skin—your praises like gasoline on fire burning through him. His fingers move faster, curling deeper as his thumb presses harder in rough, perfect circles.
“Louder,” He demands between kisses, “let me hear how good I’m making your feel.”
His free hand grips on your thigh to keep you open for him—his own breathing ragged with every sound he pulls from you.
You warn him, you were so close, like a bomb ready to explode.
“Neteyam… Neteyam… I’m..so close.. I’m going to cum…”
Your words break last thread of Neteyam’s control. He doesn’t want to wait—he wants to make you scream right there in his hands.
“I know,” he murmurs against your skin. “I know you are,I can feel it. You’re doing so good for me, Y/N.”
Then, your back arched, your hand on his hair even tighter now. Your yes rolled back, you could ave swore you saw stars in that exact moment. Repeating Neteyam’s name like a prayer.
Neteyam feels how you shudder in his hands,his breath stuttering at the way you tighten around his fingers. He doesn’t pull away—-just slows down to ease you through it while he presses a soft kiss to your inner thigh.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, the praise dripping from his tone like honey.he waits until you’re fully relaxed to finally slip out of you, lifting his head from your legs. He can’t help but lick his own finger clean, groaning at the taste.
“Neteyam…” you pleaded.
Neteyam gives a low hum of acknowledgment, his tongue flicking out to flick away the last traces of you from his fingers. He looks almost smug as he finally lifts his gaze to your face.
“Yes,, Y/N?” He ask innocently—the picture of a boy who definitely didn’t just send his girl into bliss with his hands under the damn Tree of Souls.
“Fuck me… Neteyam…” you asked shamelessly.
Neteyam’s eyes widen at your bluntness—he’s caught somewhere between impressed and utterly undone by you. His gaze drags over your body, taking in your flushed face and heaving chest with a possessive heat in his eyes.
“…You don’t have to ask me twice,” he murmurs hoarsely. “Turn around.”
You obeyed, turned around to get on your fours. Neteyam wastes no time—his hands grips your hips as he presses against you from behind, the hard length of him unmistakeable through his loincloth. He leans down to nip at your earliest convenience, his voice rough with need.
“Tell me again,” he growls, “tell me how bad you want it.”
His fingers dig into your skin just enough to leave marks- like he’s already claiming what’s his.
“Oh.. you have no idea how much i want it, Ma’Teyam..” you looked back at him over your shoulder, biting your lips. “Give it to me, take me right here, right under the Tree…”
Neteyam lets out a sharp exhale—your words unraveling the last shred of his restraint. He doesn’t bother with finesse, just yanks down his loincloth and presses into you in one rough thrust.
“Fuck—!” He chokes out, head dropping against your shoulder as e stills for half a second to let you adjust. But then he’s moving again, snapping his hips hard enough to make the Tree shudder behind you both. “You feel that? That’s all for you.”
“Oh… Neteyam.!” You were already dumbfounded, nothing but his name came out of you. You shudder and hold tightly to the roots of the Tree.
Neteyam groans at the sigh of your fingers gripping the roots—his pace turning downright feral as he watches you struggle to hold on. One hand wraps around yours, pinning it against the Tree while his other grips your hip hard enough to bruise.
“Hold tighter,” he rasps, “I’m not stopping until you scream my name loud enough for Eywa herself to hear.”
His thrusts grow deeper, more deliberate—aiming right where he knows will break you completely.
You begged him to move faster. “Faster! Neteyam! Oh! Baby yes! Just like that please, please faster!”
He grins against your skin, his free hand coming up to press against your mouth. “Hush, love. Just my name, you can only scream my name. Remember?” His voice is gruff against your ear, a low yükle following. His tongue drags against your neck, leaving a sloppy trail.
“Faster…Nete-“
Neteyam’s laugh is dark and breathless as he obliges—his hips slamming into you with enough force to make the Tree tremble again. The hand over your mouth stays firm, muffling any sounds you might’ve made.”that’s what you wanted?” He growls, “or do i need to go even harder?”
His fingers dig in just shy of painful, his own control hanging by a thread now.
“Yes! Eywa! Neteyam!” You were literally cockdrunk right now. That was the word that liiteraly describes you.
Neteyam lets out a sharp, ragged noise—his restraint snapping like dry kindling. He pins you fully against the Tree now, one arm banded around yours waist to keep you locked in place as he fucks into you with reckless abandon.
“Good girl,” he grits out “taking me so deep—fuck, Y/N.” His rhythm turns erractic;the wet slap of skin loud enough that it’s a miracle no one’s come running yet..
His hand moves down to press against your sensitive spot, his fingers circling the bundle of nerves with ruthless pressure.
“Let me feel you come baby, yeah? I can feel how close you are, you’re so tight. Almost milking me out.”
“I- I’m- I’m going to cum!”
Neteyam’s breath comes out in a ragged groan as he feels your walls tighten around him—his own climax barreling toward him like an avalanche. His finger work on you even harder, refusing to let up until he feels the exact moment you shatter.
“Do it,” he orders roughly, “come all over my cock.”
His hips stutter wildly as his release crashes into him after yours, burying himself to the hilt with a growl that sounds more animal than Na’vi.
“Oh..Neteyam…” you couldn’t even talk.
His grip on you loosens as he slowly pulls out, his chin resting on your shoulder as he catches his breath. His hand slides up to cup your chin, tilting your face toward him.
“Look at me.” He whispers, his expression intense but oddly gentle—like he’s still reeling from the raw pleasure you both just indulged in.
“Oel ngati kameie, Neteyam…” you whispered.
“Oel ngati kameie, Y/N.”
