Again.
[Neteyam x Na'vi reader]
Warnings: Smut ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂)⸝♡
Word Count: 1.5k
Synposis: In the quiet of a hidden cove, you tell Neteyam how off you’ve been feeling lately. But he’s not just listening. He’s ready to do whatever it takes to make you feel good again.
The cove was quiet, tucked away from the rest of the world, the tide lapping gently against harsh stones. The golden hues of sunlight spilled across the water, casting beautiful reflections on the walls of the rock formation. It was your favorite hideaway, the only place you could go to escape whatever you had going on.
Only now, Neteyam was here too, sitting close enough that the space between you felt so small. A comfortable, yet deafening silence sat between you. He didn’t speak at first, just watched you with that steady, unreadable look he always got when he was thinking, or simply waiting for you to notice him.
Feeling his gaze, you glanced over and caught him staring. “What?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
Neteyam’s ears flicked, and a small, sheepish smile tugged at his lips. A moment passed, almost like he was choosing what to say.
“You’ve been distant lately,” he said softly, eyes tracing your face. “I don’t like it when you pull away.”
You shrugged, a small, teasing smirk tugging at your lips. Your eyes drifted to the vast blue ocean before you. “I’ve just been drained. Sleep-deprived. Feeling like… well, like nothing’s going right.” You leaned back on your hands, eyes meeting his once again. “Nothing you could fix, obviously.”
He raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in that subtle way that made your pulse quicken. “Oh? I think I could manage a little,” he said, voice low, eyes never leaving yours.
You tilted your head, letting your hair fall just so, pretending to be casual. “Really? How so?”
His smile deepened, confident and teasing. “I’d make you feel good,” he said softly, eyes locked on yours. “Better than you have in a while.”
You let out a soft laugh, leaning a little closer. “Bold claim.”
“I don’t make claims I can’t keep,” he murmured, a teasing glint in his eyes.
…
Not being able to say no to your best friend, you gave him the chance to make you feel good. To make your worries temporarily fade away.
Your back lay flat against the warm, soft sand of the cove, as Netayam lay before you, flat on his stomach, head hovering above your lower-half.
You felt his nose poke against your front, your loincloth being the only thing separating him from your increasingly wet core. When you looked down, you’d noticed that he was already watching you, scanning your face like he was memorizing it. His ears flicked anxiously, tail swaying slowly behind him. You could tell he was nervous.
His quiet, husky request cut through the silence between you. “May I?”
Your ears twitched at the sound, and you hummed in response, too nervous to form words.
You felt his warm hand slide against the inside of your thigh, gently tugging on the bottom of your loincloth, as he slowly pulled it up to rest against your lower stomach.
At the sight, Neteyam drew in a sharp, uneven breath. He moved both of his hands to rest against the bottom of your thighs, delicately pulling your legs farther apart so he could get a better view.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off your dripping, aching pussy.
The longer he lingered in silence, the more your face burned, heart thudding loudly against your chest as you wondered what he was thinking. You began to draw your legs together, until his harsh grip squeezed against the plush of your thighs, forcing your legs apart once more.
"Keep them open," he commanded, forcing you to keep your legs spread before him.
His lips began tracing soft, feather-light kisses along the inside of your thighs, each one lingering just enough to send goosebumps up your spine.
As he drew closer to your exposed heat, your breath hitched, every nerve alight with anticipation, unsure what he would do next.
Suddenly, you felt him take one hand off your right thigh, and he took his thumb, brushing it against your clit, sending sparks up your body. He noticed the way your body shivered in his hold, tensing at the contact, and he quickly pulled back his thumb. His eyes shot up to yours, searching for any sign of discomfort. But all he found was you, looking down at him, bottom lip caught between your teeth, your golden eyes wide and desperate… and entirely his.
With a low, approving hum, he looked back down at your glistening, puffy folds, bringing his thumb up once again. This time, he started running it along the folds, between them, as though he was learning what made you feel good. He grinned, low and satisfied, ears flicking slightly at the sounds you made above him, delighting in how good he was making you feel. Slowly, he brought his thumb to your clit, careful and hesitant, but intent on making you feel good.
You inhaled sharply at the contact. His thumb circled slowly, lingering over you, until your quiet, breathy moan of his name reached his ears, almost a mewl.
At the sound, he looked up at you. “Does that feel good? Right there?” he murmured, ears twitching with curiosity.
You didn’t answer, lost in the haze of sensation, so he pressed his thumb more insistently against your clit, intent on getting a verbal answer from you. As he applied more pressure, your quiet moan turned into a louder, shaky sound, vocalizing just how good it felt.
“Answer me, pretty,” he said, voice low, and commanding.
“Yeah…” you let out a shaky breath. “Feels… so good,” you murmured, voice quivering as he kept up his slow, deliberate movements against your bud.
A low chuckle rumbled from him as he slid his pointer finger inside you in one swift motion. His thumb stayed pressed against your center, circling as his finger moved in and out. The sensations were overwhelming, and you made sure he knew it, letting out soft, breathy mewls of his name with every movement. He hummed in response, a deep, satisfied sound that sent shivers through you. Your hands tangled in his braids, gripping lightly as pleasure coursed through your body.
As he suddenly withdrew his thumb, you whined at the absence, eyes snapping down to him.
“Needy, aren’t you?” he teased, a low laugh escaping at your flustered state.
Before you could reply, he leaned closer, attaching his warm, invasive tongue to your cunt, all while his nose prodded against your already sensitive clit. The contact made you throw your head back against the sand, eyes rolling as a gasp escaped your lips.
As his tongue moved around, and started lapping around your sensitive bud, your thighs tightened against his head. You were being loud. Moans, curses, his name spilling out your lips, unable to contain yourself. While he added a second finger into your tight, warm hole, his tongue continued playing with your clit. Every movement made you arch and shiver, moans and his name slipping past your lips.
“Fuck… fuck… Neteyam, faster, please,” you begged, your voice coming out raspy.
He hummed against your folds, clearly enjoying every word, his movements rough, and fully attentive to your reactions.
The dark, low hum rolled through you, every nerve alight, amplifying the pleasure coursing through your body. He kept working with his hand, and to your command, he picked up the pace, each motion deep and attuned to your every gasp and shiver.
His fingers continued pounding into your wet heat at a relentless pace, wet ‘sloshing’ sounds filling the cove. His tongue never once stopped, licking vicious strips up and down your pussy, as your arousal started dripping down his chin. To him, you tasted sweeter than any fruit, richer than any meal, more intoxicating than anything else. And your sounds? Eywa… he would give anything to hear them on repeat, over and over.
Not once ceasing his motions, he gently squeezed your left thigh with his large, warm hand, as if silently telling you to let go, and to that, you did. Your body arched, drawing his name out in a loud, breathy moan, your high notes spilling into the air as every nerve tensed under his touch.
Your hips jerked and stuttered, thighs quivering against his head. Tears streamed down your cheeks, mingling with soft, desperate sounds that spilled from your lips as you rode through the high, your body trembling with every additional touch.
You felt him draw back, lifting his head to meet your gaze, his eyes dark with intent as he took in your every reaction.
“So pretty,” he murmured, eyes taking in your flushed face in awe, as you caught your breath after your high. It was like he’d been completely spellbound by you.
And then his next words hit you.
“Again. I want to make you feel good again.”
