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cw: neteyam x na'vi!reader, reader experiences heat for the first time, and she's in need of help. set in the forest. both reader and neteyam are 20! slight fingering, p in v, a little oral (fem!receiving), gagging, cursing, unprotected sex, creampie, nicknames
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clement fingers unwind ornate braids, pulling each strand of hair out of its constraints and allowing it to fall in cascading whisps against your shoulder blades.
"do you think i'll ever experience it?" the query is quiet, laced with despondency.
"you will have your day." the woman murmurs, continuing in her work.
"but kiri has already had hers." your cheek turns to find neytiri's face. "and she's younger."
"everyone is different, sweet child." her ears perk up, head swiveling to the right to voyage for the sound of heavy feet, of the presence of her husband. "ma jake." she breathes, smiling impishly at his arrival, and her chin dipping down in her hello.
"nothing for you to worry about." when she's finished her tasks, her hands clasp around your tensing shoulders.
"well, uh, just wanted to check in and see how you're feeling." he inquires of his wife.
"well, uh, just wanted to check in and see how you're feeling." he inquires of his wife.
"i am doing fine. this month shall pass as normal." neytiri affirms, rising to her feet, deft fingers swatting at the flecks of dirt that have embedded themselves into her flesh after the long period of sitting cross-legged.
"and uh, you?" jake's tone is laden with discomfiture, tongue peeking out to smooth over his drying lips. one would surmise that after your many months of being with his son, the poor man would learn to shake off this cloak of tension, of... awkwardness, to put it plainly.
"i'm doing alright." your cheeks dimple with the meek smile that presses at your lips.
"well, neteyam's down at the water with tuk." he provides, quirking a suggestive eyebrow.
"oh don't you dare." neytiri's voice lilts up in a joyous laugh, swatting at her mate's pectoral and stalking off in the other direction.
jake's tale swats relentlessly against his thigh, and he's bounding after her, teasing digits prodding into her slim waist and yanking gasping giggles from the base of her throat.
the sight of it draws a chortle out of you, and your rising on sore appendages, joints aching and forcing you to shake the languid limbs back to life.
the voyage to the river is elementary, the various protruding roots and branches etched deep into the crevices of your brain as you flit around and over them.
"she's here! she's here!" comes a bounding voice, child-like cadence echoing around the trees as you make your appearance.
"tuk, my darling!" the young girl bounds into your open arms, dewy skin sticky against your own after her recent bathing.
"your hair. it's different." it's the first thing she notices, fingering at the unencumbered strands with a middle of fascination and confusion.
"thought i'd try something new," you fib, placing the girl back on the damp ground.
"i like it." tuk beams.
"why don't you go find lo'ak, hm? go bug him a bit." a deeper baritone enters the conversation, quickly accompanied by soft lapping of water against the forest ground.
"but-"
"we'll talk soon, kiddo, yeah?" there's a brush of a thumb against her smiling cheek and a gentle pinch at her chin. "straight to lo'ak, yes? he's at the canopies."
"alright, alright." she concedes. "but we can play too?"
"tuk." her older brother groans, the man pressing at her shoulder to initiate her movement.
"yes, darling. i promise we'll play."
with another toothy grin, the youngest is running off, hopefully with a lack of mischief and disobedience.
"your hair. it looks nice." he mirrors his sister, touching at it and spinning it around his digits.
"it's just so i can wash it." you reveal the truth. "care to join me?" you wade deeper into the lake, until water is lapping at your thighs.
digits toy impishly at the strings of your loincloth, pulling it free of its constraints and tossing it in his direction on dry land. next, your hands drift upward at your leisure, tantalizingly slow as you unhook the various beads that cradle your chest. they quickly follow the path of your 'clothing'
the man catches them with practiced ease, setting them delicately on the ground. "i don't think i could say no if i tried." he croons, flashing a smile as he undoes his own loincloth.
"i know." you turn in. your spot, drifting through the water until you're properly under the tumultuous flow of water from the waterfall above.
the heavy weight of your hair draws your head back, hands smoothing back the sodden locks and revealing pert breasts.
your eyes are closed, hidden from your environment, ears blocked by the near-roar of the rushing water. it seems as though ample time passes before warm palms find the bends of your hips, smoothing over the wet surface and then curling around the globes of your ass.
"hi." you breathe, blinking through the droplets that seem to glue to your lashes.
"hello." neteyam chortles, a feather-like kiss being smeared against the crown of your skull. "you feelin' alright? did you finally get your heat?"
the topic yanks at your innards, and your lips momentarily downturn into a frown. "not yet.. unfortunately not. you'd know."
"that's alright, sweet girl." he coos, running a thumb over the twitching base of your tail.
"i just want to be mated to you, already." the purl rolls of your tongue while his lips dance a ghostly tango over your own, taunting you with the concept of a kiss.
his breath hitches at the thought, and he delves in, drawing you in for a tighter embrace. he suckles at your bottom lip, pulling a whine from your lips and using the opportunity to press his tongue in.
it's smooth; unforced, and comfortable against your own, the muscle hot and unrelenting. his fingers trail further down until he's able to press a middle finger against your hole.
you careen into his balmy touch, gasping into the open cavern of his mouth. "attagirl, baby. always so pliable, aren't you?" neteyam taunts, retracting from your eager lips to smooth docile kisses along your mandible.
"net.." you drawl, fingers pressing into the muscle of his shoulder and hissing when he manages to press a digit into your warm heat.
"yes, sweet girl?" he pulls away once more, retracting and using the same hand to wind around your torso.
your jaw falls slack at the sudden lack of pressure, of sensation. "that was so rude!" a gentle slap at his chest, and yet you're not retracting, allowing the male to hug you properly. "you're such a tease."
"thought you wanted to shower, baby."
"you know i'm not going to turn down a little extra." you bite back.
"hm. i know. but i can't properly fuck you in here, can i?" despite such a comment, he's slanting downward, drawing a wet nipple into his mouth. exposing his canines, he applies gentle pressure to the sensitive flesh surrounding it, anchoring him in to properly draw his tongue over the pert bud.
"i do.. like that though." your fingers tangle in his braids, anchoring him effectively in his spot.
his head bobs affirmatively before detaching. "yeah, i know. i'm good at what i do, aren't i?" he pinches roughly at the abandoned breast, prising a drawn out moan from your chest.
"... yeah."
"yeah." he echoes with a coy grin. "come on then, you silly thing. turn around. so i can actually wash your hair."
the trek back to dryer land is a giggling one, chock-full of cheeky ass grabs and wriggling fingers into exposed rib cages.
"my hair is beyond tangled, now. fuck." you curse, dipping down to grab at your respective clothing to redress. "your mother is going to kill me."
"keep it like that." neteyam snips, adjusting his softening cock in his garb. "i like it. easier to grab and pull."
"you're such a fuck. no way i'm keeping it now." you return. "but thank you for showering with me. i love you."
"i love you too." fingers dance over your queue as he leans in for a soft kiss.
you oblige accordingly. "i'll see you at dinner, yeah? i have to go help prepare for the other women."
"sure thing, sweetheart. have fun. and hey." he catches your wrist before you have the chance to get too far.
"hm?"
"we'll be forever one day, okay? and we don't need a heat to give us that." he assures you, quirking a brow.
"thank you, my sweet." you draw his hand to your lips, kissing at his knuckles. "maybe next month, right?"
"right. we've got all the time in the world."
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it begins when you're splaying mats under hand-woven canopies, maneuvering unruly corners to lay down flat; void of bumps and petulant ridges.
it's a mild affliction, one that you coin with your persistent posture of being on your hands and knees. it gnaws at the base of your spine, and you sit back on your heels, pressing a palm there to try and ease it away.
however, once you rise on drowsy legs, it's bleeding into your abdomen, dragging its cruel claws over and through your navel.
you're forced to brace your weight on a nearby branch, forcing the air out of your lungs. another hand presses at your navel with the fruitless hopes of quelling the discomfort.
"you doing' alright over there?" jake's fatherly concern rears its head from his position across the small stretch of land. the tiny areas are separated by stretches of about 100 feet, covered by domes of various strings, beads, and interwoven fabrics to provide privacy and sanction.
"um, yeah. i think so?" you suck in a lungful of air. "i think i just need some water." you straighten your spine to the best of your ability, ignoring - once again, to your best ability - the burden of its angry weight.
"here." the man offers you, once you've found his side.
"thank you. you're very kind." you sip tentatively at the beverage. "i must have done something wrong. moved wrong."
"potentially." his eyebrows pinch in concern. "either way, you're all done, kid. go take a break. neytiri's over there with the others with some food."
"thank you, mr. sully." your lips press into a grateful simper. "i appreciate it."
"it's jake!" he bellows after your retreating figure, to which you turn cheek and flash a smile.
when you find neytiri, she's quick in ushering a plate of food into your hands. "here, child. do you know where my son is?"
"he shouldn't be far." you pull your shoulders up in a shrug, accepting the offer with a token of thanks.
when you go to retract, however, the woman's hand lingers. "you're hot."
"excuse me?" you choke on the saliva in the back of your throat, twitching at the sudden pang of pain that stabs at your lower belly.
"you're hot, sweet child. you're hot to the touch. are you feeling alright?" she presses the back of her blue hand against your forehead, despite your initial retraction.
before your lips even have the chance to part, she's pulling the plate of food from your limp grasp. "i think this is it." she whispers, a titter on her lips. "it is your time."
your face drops - of excitement or disappointment - you're unsure. "really?"
"really. come, come." she ushers you away from the gathering of people. "where is my son?" she then hisses for the second time under her breath.
she glances up, peering up at the sky for both ikran and the harsh beams of the full moon. her golden irises squint against the rough glare of it. "you. sit down." she instructs, forcing you into a seated position, despite your complaints.
the mat underneath you is soft, and you're uncomplaining of the comfort of it. "you need rest until neteyam makes his return. lay down, child."
you obey, for both your own comfort and of fear of retribution from the powerful woman. she reaches above you drawing the canopy closed above and around you.
however, before it completely closes, she rests a gentle hand against your ankle. "i see you." she whispers kindly. "thank you for your kindness in my family. of joining it. of tolerating my eldest son."
"i see you." you return. "thank you for allowing me."
one wink, and the cloth flutters shut, and the woman exits to give you your deserved privacy.
with this sudden moment of silence, of pause from the hustle and bustle of preparing for the women's monthly heat, and you're suddenly more aware than ever of how agonizing this pain is.
it wreaks at your whole body now, twisting its evil tendrils around each of your limbs and tightening, rendering you nearly immobile. your back arches off the mat, staccato breaths filtering from your lips before afflicted whines bite quickly after.
an invisible hand clamps around your jugular, voiding you of all the air in your lungs, and yet you're still crying out, grappling at the earth for some non-existent remedy to the malady that's taking control.
heat is licking at your navel, up your breasts and over your jaw, sheening your body with thick perspiration. it then delves between your parted thighs and forces them into a tremor.
you're gasping for air, fingers fumbling blindly at your various pieces of clothing to rid of them, attempting to find even a guise of coolness. the fabric is discarded beside you, beads finding their place beside it and there's no relief.
slick is pooling and dripping from your sopping cunt, wetting and staining the material below. there's a swish, a brush of cool air through your secluded corner and a sudden presence.
"hey, hey, hey." his voice is a solace as if the smooth trill of it is but a hand on the dial to lower the volume of your thrumming heart. "i'm here, i'm here." he breathes. "i'm gonna take good care of you, okay, baby? gonna help you."
"it hurts." affliction twinges at your vocal cords. "please."
"easy, my love. you'll get it.." he pauses, pushing himself onto his forelimbs to nose at your inner thigh, wet gasps quickly following his diction as the scent of you filters through his nose.
"for fuck's sake, i.." his voice trails off, cock painfully hard against his abdomen. he trails a tentative tongue, laid flat against your dewy flesh, up to your pussy, gathering your moisture on the muscle and groaning audibly at the taste of it.
"let me just get a taste... please?" he takes your mewl as a node of approval, immediately sealing his lips around your pulsating bud and nursing at it.
it's momentary satiation, but you're still quick to grapple at his braids, giving them a firm tug to drag him properly up to meet your parted lips.
"i told you your time would come." he muses, taunting you as he voyages blindly around the canopy for your braid.
"didn't tell me it would hurt this bad." you warble through impeding tears, the man finding your queue and thumbing delicately over it.
"okay, sweetheart, y'ready?" he reaches behind him to find his own, the soft whisps of hair falling limply to the side to reveal neural tendrils.
"y-yeah." trepidation is squeezing anxiously at your heart.
neteyam hums in approval, observing as the strands intertwine and interlock, sealing your souls and anchoring them in place.
his fingers start to tremble as your torment begins to seep into his own bones, and he releases a pained groan.
"okay, okay, baby." he seethes through clenched teeth.
he doesn't bother with pulling the confines of his loincloth off, merely pulling his throbbing cock up and out. it slaps angrily at his abdomen, the purplish head spilling with lubrication.
your legs press further apart, your hands hooking under the bends of your knees and allowing the male easier access.
"good girl, sweetheart. good girl." he pushes forward, first prodding against your groin in his sightless voyage of your cunt, whining quietly at the overstimulation of it.
you aid him, reaching down to grip the base of him and gently guiding him to the warmth of your heat.
the sensation is not of unfamiliar territory, and yet it's foreign, strangely new when he bottoms out, balls pressing tightly against your backside.
you quiver, neteyam's body now flush against your own. the planes of his pectorals cool against your hot breasts. he ruts quickly, akin to a dog in rut, hips pistoning roughly against your pelvis. his tail swishes excitedly at the feeling, curling, and tickling at the top of his spine.
"net.." you drawl, eyebrows pinching.
"shhhh, you're alright. you're alright. feel so fuckin' good too." the golden hue of his optics is hidden behind his eyelids, every brain cell focused on the quick rhythm of his thrusts.
"kiss me." fingers curl around the nape of his neck and draw him in close, lips molding against one another in a messy clash, teeth clanking together in slipshod embraces.
he grips tightly at your newly-freed locks, anchoring you in place. "told you i liked it like this, pretty thing."
"nghh.." the sound filters into his mouth. "'m gonna cum." you purl, hips swiveling to find much-needed friction.
"quit movin'." his hands find your hips and pin you against the floor, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight circles against it.
lewd sounds drift through your seclusion, your pussy squelching with each pounding into the wet heat of it, your damp flesh slapping against his own with such fortuity that rosy hues of impending bruises are dancing over your inner thighs.
"i know, pretty. i know." his head drops, forehead meeting your own. I see you. I see you."
your palms fly up to encompass the warmth of his cheeks, and a gentle kiss is granted. "i see you."
"come on, baby, come on. cum for me, sweet girl." he hums, the surge of pleasure that is increased twofold with your newly-forged bonding coursing through his bloodstream.
the metaphorical hand that once clamped down around your trachea releasing its stronghold and allowing you to gasp in lungfuls of chilled air as your orgasm slams into you like a freight train.
your shoulders press away from the ground, hips quickly following their lead. however, neteyam is quickly following, refusing to be anywhere but sheathed fully inside you. he sits back on his heels, dragging your hips up and down his pelvis to drag out your climax.
soprano wines are pulled from you, jaw falling slack and eyes rolling back into the back of your head.
"atta girl, atta girl, baby." he's close to his own release, jaw clenching and balls tightening against your perineum.
"feels good." you blubber, cheek falling to find the rough mesh of the mat, chest heaving with post-orgasm jitters.
"i know, sweetheart. feel better, don't you? just wanted t'be full?" he preens, pinching tauntingly at your clit.
your nod is interrupted by an afflicted yelp, the warm walls of your cunt clenching involuntarily around him. "oh for fuck's sake, baby." with a low groan, he explodes, painting your walls with his thick seed.
it's searingly hot, and yet still succor, and a remedy. your body falls limp, and your boyfriend's touch is gingerly as he lays you back down on the ground. he hooks two hands under your pelvis, cock still hard and coated with your mixed release against his pelvic bone.
he draws you upward, forcing you to brace your weight on your shoulder blades. "almost done, angel. just can't let anything go to waste, can we?" he presses two fingers against your weeping hole, pressing them further inside your dripping cunt and forcing his semen to stay put.
your head shakes in response.
"you feeling any better? did that help?" he queries worriedly.
you pull your shoulders up in a shrug. "still hurts, but not as much." you reach forward, cradling his mandible in your open palm. "thank you."
neteyam turns cheek, canines nipping playfully at the muscle of your thumb before sealing the 'injury' with a dainty kiss. "course, baby. here, lay down, okay? i'm gonna finally get an actual taste." he pulls away, shimmying downward to nose at your mound.
"gentle, please." you gasp.
"i don't think so." he chortles, pinning your wishing tail to your thigh. "gonna fucking wreck you."