Plot: Reader becomes interested in Neteyams firearms. Curious with how they operate and more interested in how he looks when he uses one. Neteyam isn’t up for protest either, he realizes he may like what reader is hinting on.
Warnings: GUNPLAY TW, dom neteyam, sub reader, choking, gagging, drool, creampie, use of gun during sex.
Writers comments: Shout out to anon who helped me restore this fic! I LOVE YOU
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You walked around Neteyams room, running your fingers along his things. His belongings are perfectly in order. Not something that surprised you since he was a perfectionist. Your eyes wondered, family photos hung on the wall - even a few of you two together. It was cute.
You had only been mated for a few months but it felt like a lifetime with him. There was never a dull moment between you two and most of the time it was your doing. Neteyam was very collected - passive even. Soft spoken and respectful. But you were rowdy, always looking for ‘trouble’ as he would call it. In many aspects you reminded him of his little brother.
As you scanned his room, waiting for him to finish packing his things. You come across his gun collection. You’ve seen him fire most of them and it was honestly one of the hottest things you’ve ever seen him do. It excites you, like adrenaline running through your veins. You were curious.
One rested on a stand. It was quite large and appeared to be heavy. Too heavy for you to lift - but you attempted to do so anyway. The hold was awkward, almost as if it were missing something. To your knowledge however, it seemed to be in one piece.
You turn the large chunk of metal carefully, pointing it up lazily. Struggling to do so due to its large build. You stand up straight, gripping the barrel and lifting it to your shoulder. Looking through the scope as you observe the room. The scope landed on Neteyam, crouched in a corner as he gathered his things. You focused on him, studying every detail in his body. The lean muscles in his back rippled with every move he made. His defined biceps are prominent even while relaxed.
Due to your ignorance with firearms, you didn’t realize how dangerous the act you were doing really was.
“Babe, how does this work?” Removing the gun from your face, you point it to the ground. Your finger seconds from touching the trigger mechanism. Neteyam lifted his head, turning to you. His eyes widening with horror with a gun pointed at his feet.
“Babe! Oh my god!” He scurry’s to his feet, making his way to you quickly. Grabbing the machine out of your hands. “Jesus Christ! Never point a gun at anyone unless you intend on using it!” He shouted.
You stepped back, holding your hands up. Dumbfounded that he raised his voice at you. You’ve never so much as seen him lose his patience, let alone shout at you. Instead of becoming upset - it kind of turned you on. Seeing your mate in such a limelight.
“Sorry.. I was just curious”
“And that’s fine but.. holy shit my heart is pounding” he cupped his chest nervously, feeling the tiny organ fluttering against his chest. Hard breaths left his mouth as the fear slowly left him. You watch him closely, stepping in next to him placing your hand on his chest.
“I’m sorry baby.. I didn’t mean to scare you” looking up at him doe eyed. Hoping that it eases his anxiety. Neteyam looks down at you still holding this monstrous gun.
“Do you want to learn?” He says. Turning his full body towards you. You raise your brows, biting your lip as you observe him handling the gun. Unable to quite pinpoint what it was that made the act so enticing.
Was it the way he held it? Or the way he looked manly? Maybe.. just maybe it was the mere thought of him using it on you. You soon snapped out of it, knowing your thoughts were completely ridiculous.
“I mean.. yes. I see you using it all the time so naturally I’m curious”
Neteyam nods his head flashing you a small smile. You shift nervously on your feet. His hands moving under his gun, sliding the safety on. “What kind of gun is it exactly?” Being a native Na’vi, guns weren’t exactly your cup of tea and it was almost embarrassing to know so little about them - considering the type of world you now live in. He brings himself into a squat, gently placing the gun butt down on the floor.
“An M60, same thing as my father.” He looks up at you. Scoffing. You couldn’t quite make out his expression. Tilting your head to the side in confusion but choosing to remain silent. “I’m actually shocked at how well you held it” he stands to his feet.
“It’s very heavy”
You blush in return, almost proud of his compliment. If it even was one. For a moment you remember that you didn’t even notice how robust the gun was. In tune your curiosity got the best of you, taking the weight of it away.
“It isn’t really.. it was quite” you pause. “Light” your voice was soft with your last word. Accompanied by arrogance. It wasn’t on purpose but rather Neteyams fault for gassing your head. He chuckles, reaching down to pick up parts of it that you knew were missing - but weren’t able to pinpoint what it was.
He clicks things into place, one’s of which you had no understanding of. But watching closely as his fingers moved swiftly. Soon becoming another part of your fetish while you watch him reassemble the missing pieces.
“This is the forearm assembly” clicking it into place. “And this is the cover hanger and feed assembly”
“It’s what holds and feeds the rounds”
He finishes, ensuring that the safety is still on. Looking through the gun's cartridge to make sure a bullet wasn’t jammed. Holding it up flat to you, you immediately hold your hands up as he places it down. Your tiny fingers gripped the now fully stocked machine gun, completely functional now. It was almost intimidating.
“You got it?” He asks. Making sure that you were ready for its full weight. You weren’t sure but you nodded your head anyways. Just then he lets go, allowing you to use your own strength to keep it upright. As the gun landed in your hands - it was like someone putting large heavy rocks in your arms. It dropped in height an inch or two, but you quickly regained your strength. Standing straight on wobbly legs.
You struggled for a moment. Unsure how it was that you handled it previously with no issues. Humbled aggressively in just a matter of seconds. Laughing nervously, you look up at Neteyam. He watched with his arms crossed over his chest. A devious grin plastered on his face. Almost like saying ‘I told you so’.
“Okay okay.. you can take it” you lose your balance, falling foward just enough to land in his arms. “I don’t know how you hold it with one arm”
“It’s because I’m strong” neteyam turns placing the gun down. Standing back up to look at you. You bat your eyelashes biting your lips. He inches closer, breaking the space between you. “I have something smaller for you” he says. Wrapping his hands around your waist - pulling you into his body. Instinctively you hug him back, your thin arms wrapped around his torso.
Looking up at him as you bite your lip, he lowers his head. Pushing yours to the side with his cheek before whispering softly in your ear.
“I love it when you look at me like that” his voice is soft and husky. You could feel the sex radiating off of his skin, you could almost tell how aroused he was. Just as much as you were, if you didn’t know any better he was turned on by you holding his gun. Seeing your tiny hands grip the harsh metals of the machine.
“Wanna see it?” You looked at him in confusion. Unsure what it was that he was insinuating. Of course you wanted to see it. Whatever that was.. exactly.
“Mhm” you say. Having no clue what you’re agreeing too. Without letting you go he reaches behind him. Opening a safe where many small handguns were held. He pulls one out all while keeping eye contact with you. It was small, small enough to fit your hands perfectly. Leaning his body back into yours he holds it up.
“This is a Glock 26” he says. Holding it up. “It has almost no recoil, it’s powerful but you’re strong enough to keep it steady” reaching behind him, he removes your hand from his waist, bringing it up to place the gun in your hands. You eye it, it fits perfectly into your small hands. Neteyams breaths picked up, his eyes darting from your eyes to the gun you were holding. You knew now for sure that he was definitely turned on.
“It’s so tiny” you say. Moving it around in your hands. Being extra precautious with keeping your finger away from the trigger. And just like neteyams your breaths also picked up, without realizing it. “You’re tiny too” he says.
You break your gaze away from the gun, looking up at him doe eyed.
“Can I try something?” Neteyam looks confused, but the butterflies that flew wild in his stomach prevented him from being curious enough to question you. You just looked too pretty holding a gun.
He gulps, his face getting closer to yours. “Mhm”
Suddenly you pull back, lifting the gun to your lips. Keeping eye contact with him as you plant a soft kiss on the barrel. His mouth hung open, small breaths escaping as he watched you. “Baby what are y-“ before he could continue you open your mouth, taking the tip of the barrel completely into your mouth. Neteyam had no clue what was happening and he was even more confused that he liked it.
“…oh my god” he was frozen. Watching as your plump lips closed around his gun. Sucking it just like you suck him. Your eyes fixated on him the entire time. Driving him absolutely insane. You remove the gun from your mouth, licking the bead of drool off your lips before it falls to your chin.
“Do I look pretty?”
“…yes” he moans between breaths.
“Then why don’t you show me how pretty I am..”
“I-I will..” he swallows.
Both of you exchanged breaths. Inching closer to his face you place a soft sloppy kiss to his lips. He moans into your mouth, pulling you in tight around the waist. You melt against him - forgetting that you’re still holding his gun. As his lips are firmly pressed against yours, his hands intertwined with yours, removing the gun from your grasp.
“Gonna fuck this pussy ‘til I can’t breath anymore”
He lifts you off the ground, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist. Walking over to the open door of your hut he roughly pulls the sheet down, leading you to the table that sat next to his arsenal. He lets you down, turning you around in one swift move until your belly is flush with the cold hard surface.
Your breaths are sharp and ragged, gripping the edges of your loincloth, desperate to pull them down. Neteyam assisted you, pulling on the hem and sliding them to your ankles with grace. Soft moans left your mouth as cool cold air made contact with your dripping cunt. Pushing your ass into his pelvis.
“Mmm, tell me I’m a good girl” you moan. “Tell me how good i am”
He smirks to himself, seeing how desperate you were to feel him against you. He steps back briefly, ripping his loincloth from his body. His long heavy cock springing free - slapping your plump ass. A long gooey rope of his seed connecting you to him.
“Fuck” he grips your ass. The soft flesh of your skin oozing out between his fingers since his grip was harsh. Neteyam was usually gentle, whispering sweet nothings into your ear while he fucked you senseless. You’ve been trying to pry the animal out of him - but you had no success. Not until today, discovering that the two of you may have the same kink.
Amidst all of this, he was still holding his gun. The cold metal lay on your ass as his free hand fondled every inch of you.
“Nguh.. such a dirty girl” his head spun as you pushed your ass into his dick. Searching for it - ready to slide him inside you. “What do you want me to do with this.. hm?” He moans. Placing the gun down next to your head on the table. Your eyes cross trying to focus on it, mouth hanging open as the thoughts circled around in your mind. You wanted him to do so many things with it but you didn’t want to seem like a freak. All of this was so new to you.
“Neteyam..” his hips pressed into yours. His cock sliding up and in between your cheeks.
“What baby.. tell me”
“I-I want it in my mouth”
Without question he unloads it, emptying the clip causing the bullets to crash to the ground. Faint sounds of tiny pieces of metal hitting the wooden floor. Your veins coursed with adrenaline, your pussy squeezing around nothing. Your slick dripping down your thighs when you hear him pull back on the hammer and release. All you heard was an empty clip. But in your mind you told yourself it was loaded only to add to your new found kink.
It was insane really. You wanted your man to put a gun in your mouth and pull the trigger.. over and over again. Neteyam’s dominance started to show when his war skills were placed in the bedroom. It was something you never expected to like. However here you are, bent over on your table, your lower half bare and exposed with a gun inches from your head.
It was so hot.
“I want you to tell me when it’s too much because I’m not holding back anymore” Neteyam warns you, pulling you up by your queue, bending your neck just enough so you could look him in the eye. His eyes were half lidded, thrusting his hips into you while his hard veiny cock slid in between your cheeks. Your moans were broken, the tension in your neck preventing solid sound from coming through.
Just then, he puts the barrel of the gun in your mouth - the hard metal scraping against your teeth. You close your lips around it, looking up at him. Your eyes crossed feeling his member resting on your back, the weight of it making you drip.
“Want me to fuck you? Hm?” He pulls back, his cock sliding off your back, standing straight as it poked at your entrance. Unable to respond, you work against his grip in your hair trying to nod your head to the best of your ability. Humming at the same time.
“Good girl”
He pushes the tip in, knuckles white as he grips the handle of the gun. Small whimpers left your chest as he pushed forward slightly. Refusing you his length as he teases you.
“Look at that.. pretty little mouth.. how would you feel if I pulled the trigger?” He pushes his cock in more, the tip making its way past your hole. Your brows pinched together tight. Mouth filled with metal and your pussy filled with his cock. Your eyes snapped open wide, listening closely as the gun rattled in his hand. His finger slowly moved to the trigger.
*click*
He pulls it, hardly having to use any pressure. The trigger is the most sensitive and precise on a handgun. You shifted under him. Mumbling nonsense as he pushed more of his cock into you. You didn’t know whether to be turned on or frightened. All you knew was how wet you were becoming.
“Be a good girl and suck it” he growls. Pushing the gun further into your mouth. You gagged as it pressed against the back of your throat - your eyes began to water. Everything you felt being mixed with pain and pleasure. From the tight grip he had on your queue to the harsh material that was being forced deep down your throat.
*click*
He pulls the trigger again, shoving more of his cock inside you. Almost completely in. Low guttural moans left his chest as you squeezed him. Flinching this time, the low click of the gun sends shivers down your spine. You knew, had there been a bullet in there you’d be long gone. And the thought of it aroused you even more.
You reach up to clasp your hands around the gun, engulfing his within yours. Sliding your finger over the trigger and pulling it multiple times.
Click, click, click.
Neteyam picked up his thrusts inside you. Your gummy walls clench around him as you repeatedly pull the trigger.
“Fuck.. you dirty little whore” he pulls the gun out of your mouth, throwing it to the floor. One hand grips your queue while the other invades your mouth. Shoving his fingers deep into your throat. Causing you to gag. You choke on your drool and he watched as it leaked from the corner of your mouth. His breathing is irregular, unable to control himself the more he plunged his finger down your throat.
“Mmm you like that?” He pants. “You like it when I treat you like a little slut?”
He removed his hand from your mouth, pushing your head into the cold hard table. You bit your lip so hard that you drew blood, licking up what remained before it fell to your chin. Neteyam snapped his hips into you, turning into a complete animal behind you. His knew found kink filling his head as he memorized the gun pressed tightly to your lips.
“P-pleaseee” you beg. Attempting to push your hips into him. His grip tightened on your queue. Yanking your head back to look in your drunk eyes.
“Beg for it.. tell me what you want” his body was sweaty, his browns joined together in a grimace. He could feel himself getting close so he slowed his pace, denying himself of his release.
“M-make me c-cum… pleaseeee” the fire that ignited inside you, surrounded every fiber in your body. You were lost under him as his cock hit your cervix repeatedly.
“Mm, that’s not enough.. I want you to scream” just then, he pulls out of you. Turning you around swiftly until you were facing him. Legs spread wide as he lifted your bare bottom on top of the table. Pulling you closer from behind your knees. He grabbed your throat firmly, pulling you close to his face. His hot breath brushed past your face, causing your eyelids to flutter.
“I don’t know what you did to me, but you beg for it..” he grips you tighter. “Right now” he growls. Letting go of your throat. Your head thrashed around lazily as he manhandled you. The once gentle Neteyam, replaced with a lustful beast that you had mistakenly awakened. But you didn’t protest. This is something you’ve wanted for a while. For you, he was entirely too gentle in the past.
“Fuck me.. fuck me like you hate me” you growl back at him. Showing him your teeth, fisting his hard cock in your hand in the process. Neteyams mouth hung wide open, his eyes flickering to where you pumped him. Allowing you to take the lead to show him exactly what you want. Pushing your hips forward and closer to the edge of the table. You use the tip of his cock to rub your clit, your head falling back as you created your own sensations with the use of him.
“Yes.. just like that” he moans. His hands rest on top of your knees. Keeping them open and separated as you slowly slide his girth past your aching folds. Both of your heads falling in unison to watch. Your eyes meet as he sinks into you, bottoming out until his pelvis is flush with yours. With almost no hesitation at all to fuck you senseless.
Your breasts bounced as he brutalized you. Cooing over the lovely sounds that came from his mouth. He was mush, losing everything in him to focus on nothing but your pussy clenched tightly around his cock.
“Y-yesss fuck yes!” You shout. Using his shoulders as leverage to keep yourself steady. High pitched whines accompanied his low hot breaths, his head becoming heavy. His chin pressed tightly to his chest. Soaking in the image of your pussy swallowing him whole.
“Oh fuck… oh f-fuck” he whimpers” his hips were fast like an automatic machine. Desperate to cum, feeling your pussy flutter gently around him. “Pussy so good… s-so fucking good baby”
For the first ever. From what he could remember, he was going to cum before you. He could no longer hold back, you could sense his need to release, watching as his muscles flexed - his arms now lazily perched under your knees.
“Cum for me… don’t wait.. cum” you moan. Holding his neck and pulling his forehead to yours. Inhaling his breaths as his moans were too much to hold back. “Cum for me Te” his eyes screwed shut. Attempting to focus on his breathing. His belly was tight and ready to explode if you kept whispering to him.
“I-I am..” he whimpered breathlessly. Clenching his teeth tight as his hips stuttered into you. Releasing his thick creamy seed inside your gummy walls. “Uh! make me cum! Fuck!”
His load paints your walls, his hips halt. Taking deep breaths as the last final ropes of his seed empty into your womb. Out of breath and unable to control his shivering.
“Fuck.. I’m sorry!” He proclaims. Embarrassed that he came without even giving you the chance first.
But you didn’t care. All you wanted was to make him feel good and to that.. you succeeded.
Plot: from enemies to friends back to enemies. Reader is beside herself when it comes to neteyam. He was annoying and arrogant and she couldn’t stand him. But she also can’t keep her eyes off of him and her dirty thoughts at bay. But just what would he do to help her?
Warnings: P in v, p eating, dom neteyam, cream pie, soft sex, teasing, breast play,
Writers comments: This is probably my favorite fic that I wrote now. I hope anon who requested likes it. I somehow managed to finish this after you asked when it was going to be done. Anyways.. enjoy!
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“Can I have this?” Neteyam asks, holding up your hair tie. He was constantly bothering you, in your hut for no reason at all but to mess with you. Somehow your ‘uninviting’ demeanor pegged you to be inviting, to which you didn’t understand at all. Because one way or another he was weaseling his way into your home whenever he had the chance.
“Dude.. no, not only did you take my last one and broke it. But Tuk made that for me” you walk over to where he’s sitting and rip it out of his hand. He rolled his eyes at you, turning his attention to the mound of jewelry you had on your nightstand. “Can you like.. get out? Why are you even here?” you ask. Taking your things from his fingers one by one, placing them back in their designated spots.
“You act like you’re soo busy, but the truth is you have nothing to do.. literally ever” he scoffs. Standing to his feet.
You and neteyam had a ‘strange’ relationship. You were close like siblings and fought like one too. There were times where you’d kill for each other, or kill one another. There was no true dynamic to the terms of your relationship - but most of the time you truly couldn’t stand each other.
“First of all.. screw you. Second of all, get out” you pointed your finger in the direction of the door. Your lips squeezed flat together as you snarled at him. Neteyam rolled his eyes once more, making his way to the entrance before turning sharply on his heels to face you.
“You know.. if you weren't bitchy all the time, maybe someone would actually want to be around you for once” he turns on his heels once more, stalking out your door, the movement of his body swaying his hair back and forth. “Ouch” you say, pretending to be upset. The truth is, you enjoyed your space and couldn’t give two fucks if anyone wanted to ‘be around you’. Everything was quite bothersome to you, including neteyam.
He was all, sweet and loving to everyone around the clan. The ‘perfect soldier’ but when it came to you he was a complete dick. Your mother used to say he was so mean to you because he had a crush on you. Even a blind person could see that that wasn’t the case. Most of the time you two went at each other's throats, never seeing eye to eye on anything. It was exhausting to be a part of his life. There was no middle ground with him.
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Your day started like any other, waking early for drills. Running orders for Jake and keeping patrol along the perimeter of the village. Unlike most females your age, becoming healers, weavers and carvers. You were different. You wanted to be a warrior. Mostly because you were strong willed and stubborn - and had no patience to sit at home. And also because you needed to prove to neteyam that he wasn’t the best fighter in the clan.
Day in and day out you worked hard. Training under Jake, even learning how to use a gun. It became a shock to the clan that you were one from being his second in command. Right behind neteyam. The thought that he one upped you constantly boiled your blood. So you had to work exceptionally hard to get past him.
“When you throw a punch you need to swing your shoulder into it. That way when you connect, you’re using your entire body strength. Not just your arm.” You demonstrate a punch that would be best in combat, using your partner to show the young warriors how it’s done. You didn’t realize that you had eyes on you in the middle of your class. “Size ‘em up. Watch their feet” you say. Planting your feet firm on the ground and bringing your fists to your face.
You nod your head at your partner, signaling them to throw the first punch. Their fist came right at your face, dodging it, ducking to the left as you threw a left hook into your opponent’s waist. Using all aspects of your body weight for the punch, knocking the wind out of his chest.
“Whoa..” your class said in unison. Admiring how cool you looked. You stood up straight, dropping your hands to your sides. Smiling at how cute the young ones were.
Your happiness was soon interrupted, from a distance you could hear a slow clap coming from behind the tree. You and your class turned your attention to who was making the sound. Neteyam comes out, walking over to your class. Clapping his hands one last time before turning his attention to the young warriors.
“Excellent form, great posture. There’s only one thing you missed, and it’s crucial.” He says. He sized you up, walking around you in a circle. Nothing about neteyam made you nervous, but he was intimidating. Nonetheless you never let him see through you. “This is my class, now if you don’t mind-“ you were cut off by him gathering himself in a fighting stance. Preparing to demonstrate the most crucial thing he says you didn’t show.
Taking it as a challenge you back up. Tilting your head to the side, lifting your fists up to your face. Your right foot planted behind you and the other in front. “Alright, come at me teach” neteyam says. There was something about the look in his eyes that made you uncomfortable, usually you got the eye roll. Or him sucking his teeth. But the way his eyes hung low almost like a siren, eyeing you up and down. Keeping watch of your feet makes you… nervous.
Leaning forward you buck at him. In an attempt to throw his attention off. But he didn’t move, never flinched. Not once. Not taking another second you step close, taking the first punch. You were instantly humiliated when he dodged it, moving behind you quickly. The last thing you felt being his foot straight to your back - causing you to fall to the ground.
“Rule number 1, never.. take your eyes off your opponent” he reaches down to you, holding his hand out but you slapped it away. Standing to your feet as you wiped the dirt from your body. “You’ll be dead in a second” he says. Placing his hands on his hips as the class clapped for him, taking a bow of appreciation.
“Alright everyone, say thank you to Mr. Sully. He’s very busy and must go” you say. Patting him on the back, more firm than necessary. “Oh yeah? And what exactly am I busy with” teasing you, knowing that the longer he stayed. The more pissed you’d become. Practical neteyam behavior.
You sucked your teeth at him. Refraining from hissing. “I’ll tell Jake what I caught you doing the other night if you don’t get out of here” you whisper through clenched teeth. Flashing your class an awkward smile. Neteyams eyes widened. Immediate fear washing over his features at your words. “Okay class! Enjoy the rest of your training! But remember.. eyes on your opponent” He turns around, leaning his body into yours to whisper in your ear. “Watch it.. I know your dirty little secret”
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The rest of your night was spent wondering about what neteyam said, his words rang through your head repeatedly. Bothering you to the core, what did he mean exactly that he knew your ‘dirty little secret’ you began to wonder just how ‘close’ the two of you were. Almost as if you had no privacy whatsoever.
You couldn’t lie to yourself though, something about him today made your belly flutter. Like the wings on a butterfly when they first hatch. The look he gave you just before you threw that first punch. It was hypnotizing, almost as if that’s what he meant to do. There was something in you that had these profound feelings for him, feelings that you denied constantly - and when he had you in moments like that it was impossible to ignore.
Wild thoughts began to cloud your mind, it wasn’t something you ever got used to dealing with. While working with norm in the lab a few years back, he had this thing that he would do. He would write down his deepest desires on a piece of paper, fold it up, set it on fire and throw it away. He said it worked when the thoughts bothered you, and you needed something to help clear your mind of it. Over time you found yourself doing this often. Almost as if your life was filled with nothing but strange desires that you prevented yourself from acting upon.
Scurrying to your desk you grab your notepad. Taking your pencil and scribbling everything you found about neteyam attractive and what you wanted to do to him specifically. His ears, his bold siren eyes, his cute little smile. As you wrote you scrunch your nose, shaking your head in an attempt to set your mind free - but you couldn’t help it. The way he looked when he stood in that fighting stance, the way his muscles rippled when he jumped out of your way. He was stunning.
You began to grow disgusted, embarrassed even, that you thought of him like this. It wasn’t even like it was a crush - it was instead some filthy desire that you wanted him to do whatever he wanted to your body. Your last thought set you over the edge, crumpling the piece of paper and throwing it across the room. It misses the trash can falling to the floor. The small mess of crumpled paper lying helplessly on the floor.
“Soo gross y/n snap out of it” you ruffle your hair and slump back onto your bed. Huffing out a big breath as you allow your eyes to flutter shut, ready to dream the day away. Then suddenly your tent flap opens, walking in a bored neteyam, ready to ruin your night even further.
“Hey bitchhh” he says with sass. His arms swaying back and forth as he stands in front of you. Your eyes remain shut, growing more irritated that he just barges in whenever he wants. “What if I was naked or something” you spat. Pulling yourself up, sitting crossed legged on your bed. Neteyam chuckles, walking circles around your room, examining its contents as if he’s never seen anything in here before. “Pshh that’d be a sight to see for sure”
He paces your room, clasping his hands behind his back. You roll over on your bed, turning your attention to your braids as you fondle them in your fingers. Choosing to ignore his presence like you usually do. As neteyams eyes scanned the room for no reason, his eyes fell on a small piece of paper that looked like you meant to throw it away. Bending down to pick it up, he looked back at you to make sure you didn’t notice him finding it. When he realized you weren’t paying attention he quickly and quietly unwrapped the paper, reading the words inside.
Neteyams first language may not have been English but he could read and speak it somewhat. The handwriting was awful, almost like cat scratch. He squinted his eyes, bringing the paper closer to his face as he tried to make out the writing written on it.
“Neteyamm.. l-likes and dis-likes?” He whispers, sounding out the words. He turned to you once more to find that you still weren’t paying attention.
“Likes..eyes.. smile.. m-muscles?” He chuckles to himself, ready to understand what it was that he was reading. Turning his body to you with his eyes still on the paper. “What is this? Sexyy.. c-cheekbone?” He mumbles the last word, unsure how to make up the last Na’vi translation. You turn to him, seeing him holding the same piece of paper that you wrote your deepest desires on. Instantly mortified to find that he was reading it. How did he understand it? You had no clue that he could read English so well.
“Give me that?” You jump to your feet, running to him attempting to grab the paper from his hands. He holds his arm high in the air, squinting once more to read some more. “To feel h-his rough h-hands on my thigh-ss?” He looks down at you. Completely understanding the words he just read. “Is this about me? You have a little freaky crush on me?” He teases. Caving in and handing you the paper. You grab it from him quickly, hiding it behind your back. Lowering your gaze from his, ashamed that you were just exposed.
“I-it’s not like that.. it’s..it’s” you struggle to find the words. Running your hand through your hair nervously as your eyes searched the room for answers. “Tell me what it is?” He says. Scanning your face for any semblance of an answer - but finding nothing. “It’s nothing..” you say. Turning your back to him. Biting your tongue from the word vomit that wanted to come up. Neteyam steps closer to you.
“I wanna know.. it can’t be that bad?” He inches closer to you. His eyes traveling up and down your body. Falling on the small of your back, where you had two cute tiny dimples. “Come on tell me.. I’m like your best friend.. well, sort of. I promise I won’t tell!” You grow agitated at his prying. You didn’t have to tell him the whole truth, just a smidge of the truth - right? “Fine!” You turn to him, realizing how close he was to you. His presence making you more nervous.
“I-it’s like a letter. About something that I really want. So I write it on a piece of paper.. in hopes it might.. come true” you stutter. Having difficulty finding the right words to say without completely giving yourself away. Although, you may have already done that. “Sooo, you want to feel my hands on your thighs?” He asks. A small smile creeping on his face as the words left his mouth. Your eyes widen, hearing the things you wrote rolling off his tongue - immediately nauseating you. “Forget it.. it’s dumb” you say. Turning your back to him once more.
“No! Wait..” he grabs your arm. Turning you back to him. “I wanna try” he says. Pulling you into him. Your belly flush with his, the feeling so foreign to you. “W-what?” You say, absolutely dumbfounded about what he just said. For a moment you weren’t sure if you were hearing him right.. or if your brian was telling you what you wanted to hear.
“I wanna try.. make those ‘desires’ come true for you” the word sounded unfamiliar when he said it. Almost as if he shouldn’t be saying it. But the sound of his voice made your center tingle. You step away from him, unsure how to go about things. Holding your hand up as you try to understand. “You’re saying.. you want to try those things?” You shake your head in disbelief, confused by the entire situation.
“I mean.. I’m willing. If you are” he says. Stepping closer to you. Closing the space you created. Your eyes watched his feet as he got closer, taking a step back every time he came forth. All the way until the back of your knees hit your bed, causing them to buckle. Sitting you down unwilling. You look up at him as he eyed you. That same familiar siren expression returning to his face. Neteyam chuckles, noticing how nervous you are. “Why are you so nervous? Leaning his face down to yours. You turn your face, trying to hide from him.
“B-because you’re making me nervous” moving a piece of hair from your face awkwardly, Neteyam grips your chin in between his fingers. Forcing you to look him in the eye. It wasn’t like you to be so shy. “Instead of.. writing on a piece of paper, why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you” he whispers. Never moving his face from yours. Your heart stopped in your chest as if you were going into cardiac arrest. The heat between your legs traveled all the way up your spine, seconds from coming out of your mouth in loud hot moans. But you had to restrain yourself.
What was supposed to be words when you opened your mouth to respond. In fact turned out to be those moans you tried to hold back. Neteyam smiled, standing up straight before working his hands to untie his loincloth. Your eyes darted frantically, trying desperately to piece together what was happening right now. “What are you doing!?” You yelp, stopping his hands with yours, preventing him from going any further.
Neteyam put his hands over yours, manipulating your own fingers to work against the strings that held his cock prisoner. You wanted to protest but the way he forced your nimble fingers around the band of his waist, melted you. Finishing the last of the strings on your own. Moving your hands fluidly while keeping eye contact with him. “I want you to read from that piece of paper and tell me what you want” he says. Pulling his loincloth from his body. His hard veiny cock springing free from its shackles.
Your breath caught in your throat at the size of him. You had a good idea that he was well endowed - but you never thought in a million years that it'd be the size of your forearm. You looked on, almost mortified. Gulping down air as you swallow the lump that formed in your throat. Reaching down, Neteyam grabbed the piece of paper from your hands. Unfolding it and holding it in front of your face. “Read the first line” he demands. Placing the paper in between your fingers. You grabbed it hesitantly with shaking hands, struggling to make out the text you wrote.
“I-I want him.. to r-rub my thighs with his strong calloused h-hands” you stutter. Looking up at him. He leans down placing his hands on top of your thighs - he began to rub them up and down, biting his lip seductively as he felt your soft skin under his grip. You watched him stroke your supple skin, feeling every callous you fantasized about. Earning himself a soft moan. “Next line”
You hesitated once more, shifting under him. The paper shakes violently in your hold. “Neteyam we-“ you began. “Next…line” he says. Cutting you off. You gulp hard, looking back down at the wrinkled page. “I w-want his hands wrapped around my small waist..” you whisper. On command, his hands move up your thighs, gliding over your loincloth. The delicate beads and gems clacking as his fingers grazed them. Making his way slowly up your hips until his large hands wrap around your dainty waist. He held eye contact with you, his body leaning in closer to yours the farther his hands traveled. He delivered a light squeeze to your waist, gripping the sides of them.
“What next.. tell me” he whispers. Nodding his head in encouragement for you to continue. The heat began to well up inside you, melting under his touch and becoming more confident and comfortable. “I want him to play with my breasts..” neteyam hooked his fingers under your chest cloth, ripping the fabric to shreds from your body. Destroying any chance of you wearing it again. You yelped at the force of the strings slapping against your body, leaving tiny welts in its place. “I’m sorry baby” he says. Bringing his hands up to fondle your perky, larger than average breasts.
Taking your nipples in between his fingers, he twirls them gently. Tugging at the soft buds just enough to send a shock down your spine. Your eyes traveled down to watch him play, licking your lips as your pussy began to throb beneath you. Rubbing your thighs together to get more friction. “Tell me” he moans, feeling his own arousal pool in the pit of his stomach. His cock jumping as he played with your nipples. “I want him to suck them” you moan. Leaning back on your hands. Allowing him full access to you now.
Dipping his head down he takes one in his mouth with no delay. Sucking lightly, working his tongue around. Lapping up the bundle of flesh in his mouth. “Oh!” You moan. Throwing your head back with him latched to your chest. Neteyams free hand fell from your breast. Grabbing his cock in his hand as he delivered slow hard strokes to his length. Moaning against your skin while he pleased himself. “I want him to taste me!” you moan. This time he didn’t have to ask, didn’t have to demand that you read the next line. By this point you ditched the piece of paper. Reciting it with ease without it about what you wanted him to do to you.
Unlatching from your breast, he pushed you down by your shoulders. Hooking his fingers under your loincloth and wiggling it down your hips. You move your hips back forth in assistance, lifting your butt off the bed. Watching as your loincloth fell on the floor at your feet. Grabbing under your knees, Neteyam brings your legs up to your chest. Gripping the backs of your thighs to keep your legs taut to your chest. Your body falls back onto the plush cot, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Your dripping heat just inches from neteyams face. Without warning he delivers a long swipe of his tongue, from your hole all the up to your clit, ending at the top with a flick of his tongue. “Mmm!”
His tongue moved in long sloppy circles. The sound of his spit and your juices filling the silence in the room around you. Neteyam ate like it was his last meal, moaning against your heat. Taking your sensitive bud in between his lips as he sucked the tiny bundle of nerves. Your hips began to buck into his face, forcing his head up and down as he attacked your slit. His strong hands still gripping behind your knees as he held your legs close to your chest. Your hands fell on top of your knees, pulling them back tighter to your chest. Just then his tongue moves down your hole, probing the entrance with his tongue as he worked it in and out. Coaxing the sloppiest noises from your pussy.
“Oh! I want him to fuck me!” You moan. Neteyam removes his mouth from your center, doing as he’s asked. He looks down at you with heavy eyes, wiping his mouth clean from your juices. Panting under him, he grips your legs, pulling you to the edge of the bed. Before aligning his cock with your entrance. Poking your hole with the tip of his cock. “Who knew.. that you’d want me to do all these filthy things to you. Now say it again” he pushes his tip further into you, granting you no more until you were begging for it. You whimper under him, completely submitting to his advances. “Tell me” he demands. Removing himself from you entirely. “Ah! Fuck.. please, please I can’t take it anymore!” You moan.
“Come on princess, you can do better than that.. say it again” he pumps his member, awaiting your response. Rubbing your leg gently. “I want him to fuck me!” you shout, pushing your hips off the cot, desperately searching for his cock. “Atta girl” he moans. Pushing his cock into you inch by inch until his pelvis was flush with yours. “Yesss!”
He began to move his hips slowly, quickly getting lost in his own arousal as he felt you gripping his girth. Your pussy hugging and squeezing him just right. “Oh my god” he moans. Gripping your hips so hard he’d for sure leave bruises the next day. “Pussy so tight.. so fucking good” he moans. Picking up his pace as he snapped his hips into yours. His tip hitting your cervix repeatedly. The force of his thrusts made you bounce under him, your breasts bouncing with you. His eyes were fixed on the plump flesh, grabbing one in his hand - squeezing lightly.
Your moans were uncontrollable, completely losing yourself under him. Going dumb on his cock. Your belly began to tighten, your orgasm seconds away. All that sexual frustration coming forth as he drives into you. “Oh’ yes! Yes right there!” He angles his hips, finding the stop that sent you over the edge. Keeping a steady rhythm. “Yeah? Right there? Gonna make that pussy cum for me?” He moans. His head falling forward. His own orgasm peeking around the corner. “Gonna fill you up.. fill this pussy uuup!” His thrusts become erratic. The tightness of you forcing a quick orgasm out of him. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing until your orgasm crashed through you. “Oh teyam! Cumming!” You declare. Gripping the sheets below you.
Neteyam omitted low grunts and moans, squeezing his eyes tight as he felt your pussy contract around him. Pulling his orgasm from him. “Oh yeah… here I come” seconds after, shooting his load deep inside you. Painting your walls like a picture as you come down from your high. His chest heaving as he attempted to catch his own breath. His hips stuttered into you, pushing out the last of his seed as he orgasm slowly coursed through him. “F-fuckk” he moans. Feeling the last of himself empty inside you. “So fucking good”
He pulls out of you, grabbing a cloth from your nightstand. Gently cleaning your folds as you sat shy under him. A large smile formed against his lips as he watched you shudder with embarrassment.
“All you had to do was ask babe” he says. Leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips.
Breeding kink, vulgar language, smutttt! Pure toe curling smut!
“I thought you’d never ask” he whispers.
Crashing his lips into you, kissing you with a fever pace. His plump lips covered in his own spit, coating your blue skin with it. A rough hand found your bottom. Swiftly lifting you off the ground, cupping your round bottom and hoisting you off the floor.
Neteyam walks you over to a table that sat in the far end of the room. Wrapping your legs around his waist as he continues to kiss you. He clears the contents of the table, causing them to crash loudly onto the ground. Lowering your bottom onto the cold surface. Your breath hitches with the contact, the cold wood sending a shock through your body. Causing you to squeeze the back of his neck, digging your nails into his clammy skin.
“Hsss, damn baby. Go easy on me” he says, while pressing your legs apart. Your slick saturating your loincloth. Beginning to leave a pool of your sweet nectar beneath you.
He watches your face screw up into a grimace, your brows scrunched as you lift to your support your weight with your arms, lifting your pelvis off the cold table. Trying desperately to create more friction against his growing bulge. Neteyam moved his hips in circlular motions. Watching you closelye as your eyes roll in the back of your head from the sensation. He couldn’t help but giggle at you trying desperately to fuck him dry.
“Look who’s begging for it now..” he moans softly. A low guttural moan leaves his chest as he watches you please yourself with his erect cock, the fabric between the both of you causing you to grow more impatient. He noticed your thrusts turning agressive.
“You want me to fuck you… here?” He says. Placing the flat of his thumb against the area that covered your clit
Rubbing small circles as you whined into his touch. You were a whimpering mess under him. Your hungry cries turning him on at the sight of your sweating heat.
Neteyam applied more pressure to your wet pussy, the squishing noises of the cloth against your soaking cunt like music to his ears. He wanted to eat you alive now, and pump as many babies as he can, deep into your womb while you call his name.
Leaning down into you. He plants soft sloppy kisses along your jaw.
“Am I driving you crazy yet?” He asks. Gently working to untie your loincloth. You felt as if you developed a fever with how hot the room got. Your breath turning into short pants as you watched him undo the last string to the fabric that kept your heats separated.
“Fuck.. fuck me.. pleaseee give me your babies” you whine.
“I’m going to baby, gunna make that pussy cum for me. I wanna feel it” he says.
Your now exposed and dripping cunt covering his pelvis in your juices. The sight made his head spin. His pupils began dilating as he watched your slick connect. He pulled away slightly to see a long string of your sex, stretching until it snaps. Hitting your skin as it recoiled.
“Look at that, look at how wet I’ve made you” he coos.
Your hand finds your aching center, wanting nothing more than pure pleasure. He was taking too long and it drove you up the wall. You run small circle motions on your swollen bud. Your short pants turning into long blissful moans, as you looked up at him watching you slowly please your aching folds.
“Aren’t you gunna stop me?” You say between moans. Your eyes becoming heavy as you throw your head back. A rough hand finds the back of your neck as neteyam pulls your head back up.
“Look me in the eyes, I wanna watch your face when you make yourself cum” he demands. His free hand finding his bulging cock, removing his loincloth with haste. You do as he says as you continue to rub your pussy. Your fingers beginning to prune from your juices.
Neteyam watched you hungrily, his cock springing free and smacking his lower belly. A long stream of precum landing on his tummy. He began pumping his memeber as he watched you please yourself. That familiar coil threatening to snap at any moment.
“Fuck baby, spread your lips apart for me” he demands through heavy breaths.
You do as your told as you separate your wet folds. Exposing your throbbing entrance. Neteyam rubs his cock up and down your pussy, coating his hard cock with your slick. The sounds that came from your wetness, finally sending him over the egde.
Inch by inch he began to drown himself inside you. Soft moans left your chests in unison. Soon his pelvis met yours as he gave you no time before he was ruthlessly pounding your pussy. Grabbing you by the hips for more leverage. Your wet folds gripped his cock perfectly as if you were sucking him in.
“Oh.my.god teyam!” You cry, reaching your hand up to grip his throat. Applying slight pressure to his vein, causing his vision to go blurry, the blood now rushing to his head.
You matched his thrusts as you fucked into him. Lifting yourself again as you used your legs to pull him into you. This drove him crazy. He was deeper than ever before. Neteyam threw his head back exposing his muscular shoulders and neck. The sight already threatening you with your release. He could feel you clenching on him.
“Mmm keep doing that and you’ll milk me for sure, is that what you want? You want my babies.. deeepp in this pussy?” He whimpers.
“Yes! Yes I want your babies. Fuck me please!” You yell.
Hearing you plead with him to fuck his babies into you gave him the push he needed. Neteyam pulled his hands from around your waist where they now found purchase around your throat. He fucked into your pussy relentlessly. The sweat from his forehead dripping onto your belly.
“Fuck.. I-I’m gunna come baby!” You yell. That coil, seconds from snapping. Neteyam wanted nothing more than to feel you pulse on his cock so you can get every last drop of his seed.
Lifting his leg on the table he pounds into you rougher. In shorter thrusts. Fucking your brains out, any rational thought you thought you had, clean out the window.
“Uhh! I’m coming!” You declare.
“I’m coming too baby, take my babies.. deeeep” he says thrusting into you one last time. Slowing as he feels your cunt squeeze every last drop out of him.
Neteyam falls against you as his head rested into your shoulder, panting hard before he lifts his head to look at you. Placing one last sloppy kiss on your lips.
“You’re definitely pregnant now..” he says with a smirk on his face.
Before he disconnects from you. Reaching down to grab a clean cloth to clean you up.
Warnings: Stepbrother smut, dom neteyam, squirting, p in v, p eating, vulgar language, teasing, bulge kink, orgasm denial.
Word count: 3k
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“Ouch” you yelp. Rolling your shoulder under your hand. Sparring was especially difficult today. For the first time in months you met your match. Your opponent aggressively threw you on your shoulder, causing a dull pain in your muscle.
A massage would be amazing right now. You thought to yourself. Leaning your head back, you continued to work the muscles. The ache slowly dissipates. Your head turning at a slight sound coming from outside your family hut. Your two adoptive brothers, walking in at once.
“Hey sis!” Lo’ak say. Flashing you a smile while he put his hunting gear on its racks. You send him a soft smile, the pain in your arm too intense to spark a conversation.
Your eldest brother Neteyam noticed your discomfort.
“What’s wrong?” He asks. His smile, fading due to his little sister being in pain.
“Sparring” was all you had to say. The boys knew full and well how intense those sessions can be and your father never went easy on any of you.
“You’re so.. frail” Lo’ak laughs. Holding his belly as you massage your aching shoulder. Neteyam finds no humor in his brother's ignorance. Shoving him in the shoulder to get him to ease up on you.
“Shut up Lo’ak” Neteyam says. Lo’ak rocked back on his heels holding his hands up in defense.
“Remember when you got knocked out by Liaia?” Neteyam teases. Causing Lo’aks smirk to fall, his expression serious.
“Yeah.. that’s what I thought” Neteyam retorts. Crossing his arms over his chest.
Liaia wasn’t the best warrior. In fact, she was considered weak amongst her peers and somehow she managed to knock Lo’ak out cold during his sparring session. To this day no one will allow him to live it down. You giggled watching the exchange between your brothers. Your fingers finding your mouth to stop your laugh.
“Whatever, that doesn’t even count” Lo’ak says rolling his eyes. Before storming out of the hut.
Neteyam turns to you, shaking his head, flashing you a delicate smile. Sitting down next to you while you continued to soothe your sore arm.
“Thanks” you say, smiling at him.
“Eh.. no need to thank me. We all know Lo’ak is a squawng, he’s got no room to call someone frail” he giggles. His eyes falling to your shoulder.
“Need some help? It looks painful” he says. Leaning his body over slightly to see the dark purple bruises forming against your blue skin.
Your eyes move to where he was looking, shaking your head at his proposal.
“It’s all good, I got this. Thank you though” you say.
“Ya know, I’ve had my fair share of being knocked down. I know the perfect remedy” Neteyam says. Standing to his feet. Making his way across the hut to the table that held your medicines.
He looked around the shelves before he found what he needed. Grabbing thrones from a flower and a fine powder.
“Ah.. here it is” he says. Turning as he made his way back to where you sat.
“Here, let me see” he says motioning for you to turn to him. Grabbing you by the waist and pulling you closer to him. You cower under his touch, the sudden contact of his fingers on your skin making you nervous.
“I said it’s okay Te” you say. Scooting away from him. Back to your place.
In one swift move he pulls you back to him. Holding your firmly by your hips to keep you in place.
“Don’t be ridiculous, it’ll be quick. I promise” he says. Grabbing the tools next to him and getting to work.
His fingers worked swiftly, almost like he’s done this a dozen times. There was such focus on his expression that his lips pursed together, being careful not to prick himself with the thorns. Dipping the pointed end into the power and lifting it up to your skin.
“Okay, this doesn’t hurt. It just stings a bit. Just.. don’t move” he says. The sharp thorn just inches from your skin. You nod your head, turning away, afraid to look. Neteyam took a deep breath. Poking your shoulder with the thorn. It hurt like hell, your body automatically reacting to the sting. You jumped, your hand flying to your shoulder as you glared towards Neteyam.
“You said it wouldn’t hurt!” You yell, shoving him in the shoulder. Neteyam couldn’t help but laugh. If he told you it would hurt, he knew you would refuse him to help you. Which is why he found it necessary to tell a little white lie.
“Come on y/n.. it’s not that bad!” He giggled, a large smile on his lips.
You huffed returning to your place. Just from that prick alone, you already felt some relief.
“Just hurry up” you seethe. Turning your head once more while Neteyam pricks you many times over. Moving quickly like you asked.
The pain caused your breath to pick up, little beads of sweat dripped from your forehead. Your chest rose and fell rapidly, you were a sucker for pain and this caused you ultimate discomfort. Uncontrollable moans left your mouth as he worked you. His ears couldn’t ignore the delicate sounds that came out of your mouth. He found his eyes wondering, staring at your heaving chest, the thought of how soft your skin was under his touch crossed his mind. Excitement coursed through him as his naughty mind played tricks on him. She is my sister. He thought to himself. Guilt filling him, his thoughts taking over.
As you shifted under him during the final prick, it snapped him out of his trance. Blinking quickly, removing his hands from your damp skin. He rose to his feet, shuffling to the other end of the room to return the medicines to their place. When he turned around, he was met with the most shocking sight.
Removing your chest piece and throwing it to the floor, you turn to grab your towel preparing for a bath. Neteyams eyes widened as he watched your breasts bounce with every move you made. His hands flew to his eyes as he panicked.
“Y/n! W-what the fuck are you doing?!” He yelled. Pacing back and forth, trying to escape your naked chest.
Your head snapped in his direction. Confusing filling your expression as you watch your panicked older brother covering his eyes.
“What?” You say obliviously. Casually covering yourself with your bathing cloth.
“Y-you're naked!” He says. You looked down at your body, still not understanding where the panic is coming from.
“Uh Te.. we’ve seen each other naked countless times.. we’re siblings” you say. Ignoring his behavior and grabbing the rest of your things to leave the hut.
“Yeah.. when we were like six! I can’t see you.. like… that!” He exclaimed. Holding his hand out to your body.
“What do you mean.. like that?” You say, pushing your hip out, crossing your arms over your chest.
“You know! Don’t make me explain” he yells.
You watched him, waiting for the perfect time to time your attack. Smirking at his discomfort. His hands slowly began to lower from his face. His eyes coming into view.
“You mean.. like this!” You shout. Opening your towel and exposing your naked body once more. Giggling while Neteyam cowered again, shielding his eyes from your body.
Heat radiated through his body, his stomach filling with butterflies at the thought of you naked in front of him. He wanted to rip that thin fabric from your skin, pinning you under him as he shows you just how dangerous your behavior actually was. He wanted to feel your pussy flutter on his cock, wanting nothing more than to be the reason you screamed his name. The thought of you not being blood related to him, arousing him further.
You continued to tease him. Swaying your hips back and forth while you held the towel open. Closing your eyes and sticking your tongue out mockingly. Neteyam lowers his hands from his face once more. Your breasts swinging back and forth in front of him, solidifying what he was going to do to you.
In one quick move he takes a long stride to you. Grabbing you by your throat, causing you to let go of the cloth. Your eyes flew open, your breath caught in your throat as he squeezed your vein. Your vision becoming blurry from the pressure. His eyes changed from his normal gold to green with slits for pupils. Fear rang through your body at the sight of him. Pulling your hands up to his that clasped around your petite jugular.
“Te-“ you breathe. But were stopped by him applying more pressure to your neck, pulling up against your jaw slightly so that you were forced to look him in the eyes.
“You’ve made a mistake” he seethes. His breath hitting against your face.
Your eyes widen in fear as he leans down until his lips are level with your ear. His hot breath brushing across your skin, sending a shock down your spine.
“You have no idea.. how hard and how fast I’m going to fuck you” he whispers.
The words that left his mouth confirmed for you that he’s lost his mind. Fuck you? His sister? Even though you weren’t his blood, it still didn’t change the fact that you grew up as siblings.
“Neteyam!” You attempt to shout as you claw at his hands. Attempting to pull them from your throat, you become light headed. The panic settled in full force. Desperation covered your expression.
“What? You don’t want me to?” He asks. Pushing his face closer to yours. His lips brushing lightly against the soft pink flesh under your nose. Your nose filled with his scent, eyes rolling to the back of your head as if it was intoxicating you. Your body slowly betrays you, feeling yourself submitting to him.
Pushing the thoughts out of your head. You plead with him.
“I-I’m your sister” you exclaim. Pushing your hips into his to create more distance between your bodies. Neteyam shook his head. A devious grin spreading across his face.
“Not by blood baby, I could take his little pussy of yours.. and I still wouldn’t be breaking any rules” he says. Putting his leg between yours. Pushing his knee up into your exposed pussy. A moan left your mouth at the pressure, your pussy involuntarily leaking your fluid onto his thigh.
Looking down at his leg between yours he can see his knee glistening from your slick. His smile spreads wider along his lips. Looking back up to you.
“Hmm, looks like your body is telling me I can do what I want” he laughs. Pushing his knee further into your cunt. Earning himself another moan.
“Uhh! Neteyam.. Te please, don’t do this” you cry. Tears welling up in your eyes. The more he pushed the weaker you got. And you couldn’t help those instincts. After all, you were in fact not related to this man. The thought crossed your mind once more as your pussy throbbed under his knee. Arousal filling your chest with the friction. Rocking your hips slightly, despite your words to him. You couldn’t deny that the feeling of him pressed into you felt entirely too good.
“Let me” he said. Planting soft kisses to your cheek and jawline. His fingers loosening around your neck. Cupping the back of it while he leaned down to pepper slow kisses against your skin.
You melted under his touch, your hands pinned to your sides. Your eyes rolling to the back of your head while he assaulted your neck. His other hand began to roam down your collarbone, his fingers brushing against your erect nipple just slightly. Your breath hitched in your throat.
Your head fell to the side, allowing him full access to your neck. He took it as his invitation in, nibbling slightly on your skin. His kisses becoming sloppy as you submit to him. His breathing picked up, his breathes becoming irregular and more ragged. His arousal pooling in the pit of his stomach while his hands explored your soft skin.
“Im going to fuck you so good” he whimpered. Cupping your thighs in his hands. Pulling you up and wrapping your legs around his waist. You no longer put up a fight, you wanted this now just as much as he did. His efforts paying off. Turning to absolute jelly for him.
Guiding you over to the large bed that sat in the corner. Lowering you down until your back hit the soft fur pelts under you. Your hands draped around his neck for stability. Grabbing your nimble fingers in his pins your hands above your head. Eyeing your down body all the way down to your toes. His cock twitched at the sight of his baby sister under him, the thought of him destroying you filling his head. Licking his lips he ducks down to take a nipple into his mouth, swirling the soft bud with the flat of his tongue. Working your skin, causing blood to rush to the surface.
“Uhh” you whimper under him. Watching him while he sucks your sensitive skin. You squeezed your thighs together to create more friction. Your body aching at the scene below you. Your core quivering as his tongue scent shock waves through your belly. Making your womb feel empty, yearning for it to be filled.
Coming off your nipple with a pop. He clashes his lips against yours. Feeling the supple skin for the first time, his tongue broke through the border. Parting your lips as he danced his tongue along yours, you returned in. Pushing up into him.
Neteyam pushes your legs apart with his. Snaking his leg in between your moist center. Wiggling his hips against yours, pressing his hard cock against your aching folds. You soaked his loincloth immediately, the sensation causing him to whine his hips in circles. Applying more pressure to your pussy with every stroke.
You turned into a whimpering mess under him. Wanting him to take you, to punish you for being so bold.
“Neteyam.. please” you whimper as your lips break free. Your eyes pleading with him to do what he wanted to do with you.
“What baby?” He asks. Dipping his head, peppering soft kisses on your skin. Lowering himself until he reaches your navel. Pushing your hips off the cot, you force the space closed between you. Whimpering as he traveled further down your body. Leaving a trail of spit along the way.
“Please…” you attempt. Your mind is clouding with all the possibilities.
Neteyam came up from your body. His arm muscles flexed while he held himself up.
“I need you to say it” he demands. Refusing you any contact until you finally begged for him.
You pause for a minute. Embarrassed to ask your adoptive brother to fuck you senseless, until you came all over him. As many times as he made you.
“Say it” he spit. Running his hand down your thighs. Making sure to miss your most sensitive area. This action sent you over the edge.
“Uh! Fuck me!” you moan. Squirming under him.
Just then a hard hand came down on your cunt. Your skin stung at the contact, causing you to wince but it quickly turned into pleasure.
“Ask nicely” he spits. Slapping your cunt once more.
“Ah! Fuck.. pretty please, please fuck me!” You yelp. Your fingers gripped the soft fur below you. Satisfied with your change in demeanor. He grins, leaning down to plant a sloppy kiss on your cunt. Easing the pain with his soft lips.
“Mhm, that’s a good girl” he coos. Before licking a long stripe on your pussy. Starting from your entrance and working his tongue all the way to your clit. Coming up, a long string of spit hung from his tongue, connecting him to your pussy. Dipping back down, he took your wet folds into his mouth. Flattening his tongue on the sensitive skin, spreading your lips apart with it.
His tongue delivered fast feather-like licks on your clit. You tried closing his head in your thighs but he grabbed them, pulling apart. Holding them open with his hands. He licked your clit with precision. Moaning into you as you cover his chin with your juices.
“You taste so good” he says between licks. “So sweet” he says.
“Te! Y-you’re gunna make me cum” you moan. Bucking your hips into his face trying to chase your own high. Neteyam closes his lips around your swollen clit, sucking harshly as you reach your orgasm. Your hands flew to his hair, bucking harder while you fuck his face. Your coil, ready to snap any second.
Grabbing your hands from his hair he pulls up suddenly. Denying you your release.
“Fuck! No! I was so close” you cry.
“I know baby, but I want to feel you” he says. Ripping his loincloth off his body. Throwing it to the floor, out of sight.. out of mind.
Taking his hand, he runs his hand down your cunt. Scooping up your thick juices and rubbing it along his shaft. Coating himself with your slick. Positioning himself at your center, Neteyam rubs his cock up and down your slit. Moaning at the contact. Pushing in just slightly before he leans down to face you.
“Is this pussy mine?” He asks. Pushing a little more of himself into you. Your head fell back, your hands gripping his waist. Digging your nails into his skin.
“Uh! Yes!” You moan. Pushing into him for more.
“Yeah? Tell me baby” he said. Pulling himself out of you. Torturing your hole, denying you of any contact.
“Yes! It’s yours, this pussy is yours!” You moan.
He slammed his entire length into you at your words. Filling you all the way to your womb. His bulge is clear as day just below your navel. A low guttural moan escaping his chest, pushing his pelvis completely into you. He pulls out once more. Delivering a firm thrust into you. The tightness of your cunt causing him to whimper above yours.
“Mmm.. yes *thrust* all mine *thrust*.. all mine” he moans. His head fell forward into your neck. His pace was slow and firm. He wanted to feel every inch, every groove of your walls swallow him. You pussy fluttered on his length, making his head spin. The hut filled with the sounds of slapping skin and the wet squelching noises of your pussy.
Your hands roamed his torso, finding his plump glutes. Pushing him further into you.
“Fuck.. oh fuck” you moan. Pushing your hips upwards to meet his thrusts. You look down to see where you connected with him. Watching while he slowly disappeared inside you. The sights threatening your pussy to cum all over him.
“Uh! Faster! Faster please, I’m gunna cum” you declare. Thrusting into him.
Without question he picks up his pace. Chasing his own high. His hips snapped into you aggressively, your body bouncing under him. Your breasts rubbed against his chest. That familiar coil returns, feeling your high quickly approaching. Reaching down between the two of you, you find your clit. Rubbing small circles on the soft bud. Neteyam looked down to see you abusing your own cunt. Pulling your leg up by the thigh, you create more room for his brutal assault against your pelvis. Rubbing yourself vigorously. Desperate to cum.
“Oh yeah baby.. play with that pussy” he moans. His deep voice sending you over the edge. Feeling your walls fluttering around his cock.
“I-I’m gunna cum.. make me cum” you whimper. Mouth hanging open. Feeling his hard cock pulse inside you. His high was approaching just as fast.
“Come with me” he says. Pushing up off the ground, coming up on his knees. He gripped under your thigh. Pulling it up to your chest as you held the other up for him. Your beautiful breasts making him quiver. He couldn’t help the uncontrollable moans that left his mouth anymore. The sight being all too much for him to handle. His orgasm coming.
“Oh I’m gunna cum” he says. His eyes never leaving your body.
“Me too.. me too” you say breathlessly. Both of your abdomens tighten as your orgasm hits you both ten fold. Pulling out of you, Neteyam pumps his member, long thick ropes of cum landing on your belly as you squirt all over him. Your pussy contracting while your orgasm crashed through your core. Shaking uncontrollably while it takes over you.
“Oh yeahhh.. cum baby” he moans. His head falling back as the last of his seed spills from the head of his cock. Going limp under him, body twitching from your squirting orgasm. Both of you soaked from your juices. Neteyam delivered one last pump to his member before letting go. Too sensitive to keep touching himself. His cock jumping as his high left his body. Panting above you, looking down at his soaked torso and legs.
“Fuck baby.. so naughty for me” he moans. Leaning down to kiss your inner thigh.
A little neteyam tease fic! He’s dirty, very dirty and he has a serious breeding kink.
⚠️minors DNI⚠️
Breeding kink, vulgar language, dom neteyam.
I wanted to tease y’all. This has me hot 🥵
“Baby pleaseeee” neteyam says. Using a very dramatic emphasis to his words. He had been begging for months to have babies but you just didn’t feel like you were ready. He did everything in his power trying to convince you, to no avail. He was desperate for fatherhood like a scratch he can’t itch. And for the life of him couldn’t figure out why you were so against it. I mean you weren’t, but it just wasn’t time.
“Neteyam..”
He sits straight up like a child who’s been gifted the best toy in existence. His ears straight as a pin and his tail moving fluidly behind him. Waiting for you to continue.
“I know you want babies. I know, but I’m just not ready” you say. Chopping the rest of the fruit for you to eat. Setting a plate in front of him. His smile faded as his hopes and dreams were just ripped from him. Why didn’t you want the same things as him? He thought.
He plays with the fruit in front of him. Rolling a few pieces in his fingers. Silence filling your ears. It began to bother you so you decided to speak up.
“Why do you want babies so badly right now anyways? We’ve only been mated for 6 months. There’s plenty of time my love” you hope your words add some light to the situation. As it was becoming to heavy.
“I want nothing more than to put my babies inside you, to watch your belly swell with my son” he says, now looking at you with pleading eyes. A small pout forming in his lips. He was such a baby. A simp really. He would go to whatever lengths to get what he wanted.
“Oh really? So it’s not to grow a family with me but to fulfill your breeding kink?” Neteyam didn’t know what to say but it was far from that. But part of it, obviously. He wanted to fill your heat with his seed. Pushing it as far into you as he could. But he also wanted to see what kind of mother you would be. Since you’re so nurturing to him. He wondered if it would be the same for your babies.
“Yes and no. Yes I want to see your tiny belly swell and make room for my children but no, it isn’t just that. I want to see your nurturing ways put forth for my babies. Our babies. I want to see a tiny person in your arms. Latched to your breast, drinking the milk your body makes to nourish them. I want to hear my babies call for you, to see them smile for you when they see you. I want to see your face on them. Hear your words coming from them. I want to make another part of you. With you” he says. His hand rubbing your belly.
You could feel the heat filling your core. The sensation of his hand rubbing your lower belly that homed your womb. Your breath began to pick up. Your chest rising and falling slowly as you look into his eyes. Neteyam notices the change in your scent as he caressed you. Your pheromones filling his nose. You could fight the urge for him to put babies inside you. But your body spoke another language. A language of which he spoke. Fluently.
“And of course, I also want to feel my bulge.. right here. To feel you clench around me as your body milks me of my seed. I want to hear you scream my name as i plant my babies deep inside you. I want just the tip to kiss your cervix. I want to feel this pussy, my pussy. Beg for more. I want you to want me.” He says breathlessly. His own arousal pooling in his chest as he teases you.
You swallow thickly as the words left his mouth, watching him as his mouth was parted slightly. His tongue moving inside his mouth making your heat soak your loincloth. His hot breath brushed against your lips as he leaned in closer. Still rubbing circles on your womb.
“And I want to see this belly, hard and swollen. Ready to pop. When I fuck you slowly, kissing your neck like this.. and your chest like this” he says. Planting soft kisses on your chest and neck. Sending a shock through your whole body.
Soft moans leave your chest as you unconsciously push your breasts into his face. Begging for more as his lips tease your clammy skin.
“Don’t you want me to make you feel good?..” he says. His kisses getting sloppy but his speed tortuously slow. Driving you crazy.
“Don’t you want me to make you cum?”
Your breath picks up as your hand finds his hair. Pushing him further into your chest as he licks at your chest cloth. Your nipple covered by the fabric, itching for it to be ripped off and sucked.
“Let me make you feel good baby” he says. Reaching up to kneed your breasts with his hand. Squeezing them together so they meet, right when he grabs hold of the beads and fabric with his teeth. Ripping it off your body as you watch it fall to the floor.
Your perked and erect nipples now staring him in the face, goosebumps forming on your skin.
“I want to make you feel good” he says before dipping his head into your chest. Sucking a hard bud into his mouth as his tongue rolls it around in his warm, wet mouth.
“Uhh!” You let out. The sensation becoming too great for you to hold back your moans and whimpers. He was doing everything in his power to make you melt at his touch and it was working.
Coming off your nipple with a pop. He looks you in the eyes. You can see his pupils dilating as he looks at your bare chest rising and falling. Your breath catching in your throat as he watched with hungry eyes. But suddenly he’s pulling away. Sitting back on the balls of his feet.
“But I will only do those things if you wanted me to. But! Seeming you’re so against having my babies right now. It looks like I can’t do that for you.” He says. A devious grin now plastered on his lips. He knew what he was doing.
“Please..” you beg. Sitting up to crawl to him.
He watches you as you attempt to go to him. He stands quickly towering over you. His large bulge imprisoned behind his loincloth. The sight of you on your knees threatening it to break free. Looking up at him through hooded lustful eyes.
“Please what..” he says. Peering down at you. Begging for him.
“Please.. put your babies in me” you beg. Reaching for him as you rub his cock through his loincloth. You didn’t have to ask him twice as he quickly has you on your back. Ripping your loincloth from your body.
“I thought you’d never ask” he says before crashing his lips into yours……..
Writers comments: okayyyy y’all, I absolutely HAD to do this one. It was soo spicy and couldn’t stop myself from starting it. Also I am TEASING y’all, it’s been a few fics since I have. And when I tell you I ate this request up?!! I mean literally bitch 🥵
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A soft moan left your chest as you spread your lips apart. Your fingers rub gently up and down your slit, pleasing yourself. Your pussy swollen and inviting as you slide a digit in your wet folds. Throwing your head back in ecstasy.
Bucking into your hand, you got comfortable enough to slide another finger in. Pumping vigorously, curving your fingers as if you were clawing at your spongy walls. You couldn’t muffle your moans, your arousal taking over you.
Biting your lip while you look down taking the sight of your glistening cunt into your eyes.
Images of your crush, flashing before your eyes while you continued to brutalize your own flesh. Refusing to go easy on yourself, desperate to reach that orgasm you’ve been holding off.
In the distance you could hear a branch crack, grinning to yourself knowing who’s eyes were on you. You refused to look in their direction, planning on giving him the best show he’s ever laid his eyes on. The digits pumping in and out of your pussy distracted you for a millisecond, looking down at your soaked hand. Whimpering at the mess you’ve created.
Your mouth parted, short pants leaving your throat. Feeling yourself reaching your orgasm. Two digits proved to not be enough, slowly you enter your third. And then your thumb until your entire fist fit inside.
Your breath caught in your throat at the stretch, your fist and part of your forearm covered in your slick. Your free hand came up to knead your plump breast, throwing your head back once more. Your release is just seconds away.
Neteyam watched in the shadows as you fucked your self, feeling his own cock throb at the sight of you stretching your cunt to unimaginable measures. He’s been coming to this spot for weeks, watching you please yourself. It took a lot out of him to not storm over to you and help. All he could do was touch himself in the distance, pretending to be the one to make you feel good.
Putting his hand in his loincloth he began to fist his cock, sliding up and down his shaft with haste, your soft sounds filling his ears. Precum leaking from the tip, lubricating his skin. He was completely entranced by your moans, closing his eyes listening to your soft cries. His hand landed on the tree bark in front of him. His chest rising and falling, panting in short breaths. Unable to contain himself. He was seconds from coming and from the sounds you made, so were you.
“Uhhh! N-neteyam!” You shout, thrusting into your hand. Squirting into the air, your slick shooting out of you like a garden hose. You leaned back on your elbows, your head falling back as your hips thrust into the air with force. Quivering as your orgasm coursed through your body.
Neteyams ears twitch in your direction, his eyes widen hearing his name roll off your tongue as you came. His release squirting out of the tip of his cock at the same time as you. Thrusting into his hand as long ropes of cum landed inside his loincloth. Moaning while his eyes were glued to your quivering frame, coming down from your orgasm.
“Fuck!” He whispered, hanging his head low. Removing his hand from his loincloth, using the tree for support. Eyeing your body, watching you quiver after coming to the thought of him. He felt butterlies flutter in his lower belly. His arousal threatening to take over him once more.
He scurries quickly to his feet, taking one last glance at you. Soaking in your body before turning on his heels and walking briskly out of the forest.
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You were quite frustrated today. Sexually frustrated rather. It’s been weeks since you decided to tease your crush, knowing he was following you to the woods. Watching you fuck yourself relentlessly. You’d tell him where’d you’d be on purpose, in hopes that when he caught you he’d offer a hand. But he never did and it started to drive you nuts.
You started to think that he wasn’t interested.
Gathering your things, you walk out your hut. On your way to your sparring session. Neteyam would be there and for the first time ever you were embarrassed to face him, knowing what he knows, it was too much to face him.
Making your way through the village, you see him. Laughing with his brother, his hands resting on the knife on his hip. His hair swung as he laughed. Why on pandora did he have to be so fucking fine, it was almost impossible to contain yourself.
Raising your head high and wiping your thoughts clear from your head, you walk closer to them. Sneaking up on him from behind. Pinching his side.
“Hey loser” you say. Laughing as you step in front of him. Flashing him the biggest gummy smile. Moving your hair from your shoulder, exposing your breasts to him. Hoping he would notice.
Eyeing you up and down, scanning your body from head to toe. He licks his lips unknowingly before looking up to meet your eyes.
“What’s up?” he says. Returning the smile to you. Reaching down to tickle your side. Causing you to chuckle. Slapping his hand away.
“So.. who’s your partner today?” You ask him. Crossing your fingers that it was you. Neteyam took a moment to answer. His smile turning into a devious grin.
“You” he says. Shifting from one leg to the other, peering down at you from above.
The look he gave you made you nervous. For eywas sake you wanted him to stop playing dumb, you wanted him to take you right here. Not giving a fuck if anyone watched, as long as he filled you to the brim with no mercy. He made you throw all of your morals out the window, bringing out the most sinister version of yourself every time you were with him.
“Nice, well let’s get this over with. I have things to tend to after this” you say. Removing your arrow from your back.
Neteyam cocked his head to the side. Knowing exactly what you meant, every day after your sessions you went to the woods to pound yourself out. And he only knew that because he watched you every time, he thought you were oblivious. And he had no intentions of completely exposing himself just yet. He plays it cool, finding the words to say before he spoke. Flashing you another devious grin. Following your figure as you walked into the cleaning, holding your fists up, ready to take him on.
“What is it exactly that you’re running off to do every day?” He asks. Pretending not to know your secret. You laugh at his question. In all reality you wanted to tell him but you didn’t, you wanted him to take the initiative. After all it was painfully obvious that you were both crushing on each other.
“Wouldn’t you like to know” you say tauntingly. Stepping forward quickly and throwing a punch at him. Missing as he was too fast. He’s always too fucking fast.
Neteyam dodged your punch with ease, slapping your hand away as he quickly moved out of your view. Sprinting behind you and shoving you in your back, causing you to stumble.
“Eh.. I think I have a pretty good idea.” He teases. Holding up his fists, ready to aim.
You turn swiftly on your feet, eyeing him as you squint your eyes at him. Confused by his demeanor. Lunging at him once again, getting too close this time. Neteyam grabbed you by your arm, spinning you around before wrapping his muscular arm around your throat. His other hand cupped the top of your head, applying slight pressure. Kicking your legs you try your best to throw him off. Failing, his grip only tightening around you. His mouth was only inches from your ear. You felt his breath brush across your lobe, sending a chill down your spine. The sensation causes you to moan out loud.
Your eyes widen at the sound that leaves your throat. Tapping his hand to forfeit the win. Neteyam lets loose on his hold. Letting go of you as you separate yourself from him as much as possible. Turning to him, you tried to hide your blushing cheeks. Looking down at your feet, avoiding eye contact with him.
“What was that?” He says. Grinning ear to ear, knowing he was making you hot. You shook your head, too afraid to use your voice. Worried that another moan would escape against your will.
Neteyam brushed it off. Holding up his hands, motioning his fingers back.
“Alright.. come at me” he said. Balling his fists, preparing for your launch. You did just that, running full force at him. Avoiding the fist he threw at you, sliding under him grabbing his ankle with yours and sweeping him off his feet. Neteyam falls on his back but stands quickly, smirking at you. Almost showing how proud he was that you executed such a move, and on him no less.
“Rawr!” He roars at you. Like a kitten, teasing you more. But you grew more frustrated. The sexual tension you had with him, proving to be too strong and overwhelming to joke around.
This time neteyam came at you. Stepping on one foot, confusing you as you fall for it. Lunging towards him. Stepping on the other foot quickly. Once behind you and out of your view he pounced on your back. Pinning you to the ground, clasping your hands behind your back, your mouth filled with dirt. Trying your best to spit it out. Neteyam applied pressure to your contorted arms. Pulling you up to his ear. A loud moan escaping your chest once more under him.
“Now that’s.. the sound that gets me going” he whispered in your ear. Your eyes shoot open at the realization. Soaking in what he said. It was out of context but you weren’t stupid and you knew what that meant. He knew.
Without thinking you threw your head back into his face. Head butting him. He let go, gripping his nose as he cried out in pain. Wiping his nose as blood trickled down his lip. Looking at you mortified as you spring to your feet. Turning to him with anger radiating through you.
“You knew!” You spat. Shoving his chest as you glare at him. He holds his hands up in defense, turning his head to spit the blood out of his mouth and onto the ground.
“Ow!” He says. Scrunching his nose at the pain that coursed through his face. You were never this worked up before during your sessions. It was possible that he pushed you too far.
“You knew! And you did nothing about it?!” You yell, not caring about the ears listening to you as you let loose.
“Y/n calm down” he says. Walking closer to you as he held his nose. You stepped back, creating distance between you two. His hand fell from his face watching as you shuffled away from him.
“I’ve been planning this for weeks, going into those woods.. telling you where I’m going, I know you watch. And now apparently you’ve been acting like you knew nothing!” You knew that you were overreacting. But you couldn’t help it. Your sex heated at the thought of him touching you. You loudly begged for him every night and it made you angry that he knew and did nothing.
“Y/n I-“ he began. But you cut him off.
“No, I don’t want to hear it, I know you heard me calling your name. Begging for you. Why don’t you just fucking do something about it!” You yell.
Neteyam didn’t think twice, wiping the blood from his face and grabbing you by your throat. His face is just inches from you. Brushing his lips over yours.
“If you want me.. you’re going to beg for me” he spits. Running his hand down your arm and pulling you in the direction of his hut. You whimper at his force, tears falling from your eyes. Your emotions getting the best of you.
Everyone watched as he pulled you away. Looking at each other before busting out in laughter at the scene they just witnessed.
