Neteyam~Want You All To Myself
Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. He hates when you flirt with anyone else, so you decide to use that to your advantage 18+ it gets spicy (smut) at the end. Enjoy!
Neteyam was your protector. He always had been, and his presence gave you a sense of safety that you couldn’t find anywhere-or from anyone- else. He was quiet, but his presence was loud, and you loved that about him. He was tall, and broad and sure of himself, something words could never provide on their own, as hard as someone might try. He was a shield, and you knew he’d take a bullet for you if the occasion arose.
You’d grown up together like siblings, after the Sully family had taken you in as one of their own when your parents had died years ago. At the time you were just a child, small, grief stricken and alone. Jake had bestowed your safety as a responsibility onto Neteyam when he was a just young boy. The man had looked into his oldest sons eyes, “you take care of her,” he had said, and Neteyam had taken those words as gospel ever since.
As you had grown older, you had developed a childish crush on Neteyam. It was hard not to notice him, his presence was so large and commanding. No matter how hard you tried to push the feelings aside and be content with a platonic relationship, they blossomed into something deep, and real. Now that you were older, there was something close to your heart that told you it was always meant to be you and him.
You loved everything about him. His big, strong arms that he would casually rest on his thighs as he squatted down to talk to the children. The way his belt rested low on his hips, showing off his chiseled waist and hips. The way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. His big hands that had comforted you countless times when you were younger. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam.
You knew your feelings would never be reciprocated, and he would find a beautiful na’vi girl. One who he hadn’t seen playing stupid games with Lo’ak as you had years ago, and he would fall in love. It broke your heart but at least you could still have a relationship with him, even if it wasn’t in the way you longed for.
That was until he began shying away from you. He ignored you and wouldn’t make eye contact when you spoke, brushing off your remarks to go do something “important.” It hurt, having one of the most important people in your life suddenly toss you aside like you no longer interested him.
Neteyam didn’t know when it had started. When you-or he- had changed. You had always been a little sister to him, one whom he had taught how to shoot an arrow and tie a hunters knot, who had rested her head against his chest as the family sat around the fire, telling jokes and sharing stories. Eywa knows he couldn’t let you do that now, you’d hear his heart pounding, threatening to burst out of his chest at your closeness. Something had changed. Now he averted his eyes when you bathed in the river, and felt a twist in his heart when Neytiri talked of finding you a mate.
It got to a point where he knew something had to change. He caught himself staring at you as you were innocently bending down in the ocean to wash clothing with some of the other women. His eyes involuntarily followed the curve of your hips and ass, and he noticed a bruise on your upper thigh. How’d that get there? His eyes traveled up to your waist and then to your chest which was obscured by your thick, wavy hair. He thought about the breasts out of his view. How they might look in comparison to his huge hands- you looked back at him innocently and smiled. His eyes widened with shame. Although he knew that you couldn’t read his thoughts, he felt like you knew. Like you knew he was dirty and perverted, even though he was supposed to be the calm, respectful one. Your protector. When you looked at him, he felt too exposed, like you could see the thoughts he had when he laid in bed at night, your room so close to his it made him crazy. This was all so wrong.
So he distanced himself. He started talking to some of the metkayina girls to block out the thought of you. He was quieter, and when you bounded up to him with an interesting thought or idea he averted his gaze and mumbled some excuse. It pained him to see the downcast look in your eyes but it was better than the horror that you would feel if you knew all the things he wished to do to you. So it was his only option.
You were sitting on the white sand, watching the boys make up competitions in the bright ocean when you felt a wave of sadness rush to the surface. Neteyam was smiling as Roxto attempted to beat Ao’nung at holding his breath for the longest. Why didn’t Neteyam like you anymore? Why did he toss you aside like you were nothing to him? What did those other girls have that you didn’t? Your eyes pricked with tears. You missed him. You had to do something. Make him look you in the eyes, notice you. You wracked your brain.
If you tried to show off your body to him he would simply tell you to cover up. You had to make him protect you. Get into trouble. You had to flirt with Ao’nung. If you knew one thing about Neteyam it was that he would always protect you from the other boys.
Ao’nung had always had a thing for you. He used to tease you about your shade of blue and number of fingers, but it turned out he was into you. You realized quickly that he didn’t really have feelings for you and just thought you were attractive. He was disprespectful towards girls, you knew that, so you had disregarded his advances many times, but he was a flirter and it always got a rise out of Neteyam.
It was getting dark and the waves lapped at the shore. You could hear the yells of Ao’nung and his group. You decided to swim up to them. You pulled your chest piece just a little farther down, for good measure, and pulled your loincloth down low on your hips. This was perfect. You sucked in a breath and swayed up to them, tossing your hair over your shoulder. You could practically feel Neteyams narrowed eyes burning holes into your skin, but you ignored him. Any’ong smirked at you. “Hey there pretty ‘kaya.” Omatikaya.
“Hey Ao’n.” You smiled, a cute nickname. You twirled your hair between two fingers. Could this be any more obvious? He was smiling down at you, his eyes flickered to your chest, and you saw Neteyam tense. You internally smiled, “I was wondering if you wanted to hang out tonight. I think the bioluminescence is supposed to be especially bright at around midnight.”
He grinned and shot a smug look at Neteyam. “That sounds great. How about I pick you up later tonight?”
“Perfect.” You waved at Roxto’s shocked face as you sauntered off. The bomb had been set, not you just had to wait.
During dinner, Neteyam was silent. Hunched over his food, he barely ate. You talked and laughed with Kiri, just like any other night. Glancing at him, him he looked up at you to meet your gaze, a braid falling across his face. He was quiet but his brows furrowed with concern and question. Your heart beat quickened. It was working.
Later that night you were changing in your room, putting on something uncharacteristically small for you, when Neteyam burst into your room with no warning and you hastily tugged a strap over your shoulder. You sat down on a chair. “Do you knock?”
He ignored you, leaning on the table beside you, big and overbearing. “You hate Any’oung.” His voice was deep and aggravated, his chest heaved.
“No I don’t.” You looked up at him, eyes were wide with innocence. “I think he’s cute. And I like his personality.”
His brows furrowed. “You think he’s cute?”
“Yes. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m getting ready.” You turned back to the mirror.
He turned, his fists were balled. He was rarely this aggravated. His broad shoulders were tense. “It’s too cold out to wear that.”
You smiled a little. “Ao’nung said I look hot in this top so-”
He left. Ten minutes later you could hear Ao’nungs taunting voice float through your window. “You know what I’m here for.”
You got up, and reached to open the front door, but paused when you heard Neteyams calm voice reply. “Just leave. We all know you’re going to treat her like shit.” You’re eyebrows raised at his language. He didn’t usually swear. You knew it was wrong but you couldn’t help but smile. He was looking out for you. Protecting you like there was something in you worth keeping safe.
“Look whos jealous.” Ao’nung laughed. “Its not my fault she chose me when you’ve been thirsting after her all these years.” You froze, eyes wide. Theres no way that was true, Ao’nung was teasing him. “Listen, I don’t blame you, shes hot, just look at that ass.” You blushed, tugging your skirt down a little, head pounding. “But she chose me I won. And I have the whole night to have fun with her. So back o-” There was a crack, followed by a groan and you gasped.
You flung open the door. “Neteyam, what are you doing!?” It was dark out but you could see Ao’nung on the ground, holding a bleeding nose. You ran over to him, and bent down-Neteyam averted his gaze, “Are you ok?” Ao’nung groaned, eyes shut.
“Your brother’s a jealous asshole.” Embarrassingly, your heart swelled at his words.
“I’m not her brother.” Neteyam snapped. You glanced at him as you helped Ao’nung up. His eyes were dark as he glared at Ao’nung.
“Keep telling yourself that bro, shes not gonna wanna fu-”
“Leave now before I break the rest of your face.” Neteyams face was flushed with embarrassment, and if looks could kill, Ao’nung would’ve been dead by now. Raising his hands in defeat, he backed away. Then he looked at you with a wink, “Listen, we’ll have our fun another night, ok?”
When he was gone you raised your eyebrows, “What was that?”
Neteyams voice was quiet, “He was saying fucked up things about you.” His chest was heaving and tense with adrenaline. He looked down at his hand, it bloodied from the punch.
You pursed your lips. “Come.” You led him inside, hand on his arm. You sat him by the fire. It was late and the rest of the family was in bed. You sat across from him, knees touching his, your soft thighs dwarfed by his large muscular ones. He was warm, and you tingled at the touch. You reached for his hand, and he grimaced as he moved the fingers, making sure nothing was broken. His gaze was averted, he was ashamed at how out of hand everything had gotten.
You felt stupid now, uncomfortable in your outfit. You put some healing paste on his cuts and began to wrap it in cloth. He lifted his gaze and looked down at you, your face, creased with concentration as you dressed his wound.
“ ‘M sorry.” His voice was soft and raspy. You looked up at him. Your faces were close and you wanted to reach out so badly to and touch him. You wanted to be closer to him, feel him. His eyes were soft and apologetic. He nudged you with his thigh gently. “I should’ve stayed out of it.” You nodded in agreement. “It’s just…he’s a dick, and it…” he trailed off, his eyes darting to your lips but he quickly ripped them away. “When I see you with someone else it-”
“Somone else?” You interrupted him, trying to decipher his wording.
His eyes widened slightly. “I mean-”
“’Teyam.” His breath hitched at your nickname for him, you sucked in a breath. If there was ever a time to get this weight of your chest it was now. You had to bite the bullet. He was barely talking to you anyway. “Why don’t we talk anymore? Why do you ignore me when I talk you you?” There was a pause, you could tell he wasn’t sure what to say. “…I don’t feel like you’re my brother.” His eyes searched yours, trying to find the meaning of your words. Your chest felt tight, your heart beat the fastest it ever had. You looked down, rubbing the back of his large hand with your thumb gently. His fingers were large and slender. “Was Ao’nung telling the truth?” A pause. “Do you?”
His eyes flickered to your shoulder where your strap was falling down. He reached out and tugged it back up gently. “Do I what?” He was going to make you say it. Your head felt light. It was as if his thigh touching yours was the only thing keeping you from floating away. You felt tiny, minuscule compared to him. Was he going deny you? Or worse, laugh at you? “Um, never mind.”
His eyes softened at your shyness. Of course he wanted you. He couldn’t get his mind off you no matter how hard he tried. He voice was low, “Thinking about him…touching you makes me want to kill him.” His eyes were dark. He didn’t fully answer your question. Your heart beat quickened at his words, “Thinking about anyone touching you makes me sick.” There was a pause. “I want you all to myself.” His eyes met yours, piercing and unwavering, flickering with the light of the fire. His jaw clenched.
Your chest heaved. Your voice sounded quiet, far away. Like you were in a dream. “Teyam, you can have me.” He let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding, and lifted his bandaged hand to your face. It found the back of your head, grasping at your thick hair and you exclaimed softly as he pulled your face towards him. His lids were heavy as he breathed you in. He held your face close to his, barely grazing his lips against yours. He was teasing you. You tried to follow his mouth with yours but he held you firm. “You always flash me when you bend over. Here I was thinking you’re all innocent.” You felt it his hard cheekbones rise as he smiled. You blushed at his words. Finally he tilted his head and kissed you, softly at first, then hard and feverishly. His breath was hot. He was all consuming-big and broad. He smelled like damp earth and wood. You melted into him, hands grasping at his arms.
His teeth grazed your lips biting you softly, he was hungry for you, he’d waited so long. He finally broke away. “Come ‘ere” his other hand wrapped around your waist and he pulled you off your seat to sit on his thigh. You moaned softly as his hard muscle rubbed against your core. He smiled into the kiss and bounced his leg slightly, feeling you wet against his thigh. You gasped.
There was something daring, knowing anyone could walk in on the two of you. It made you hot with need. He pulled away and sat back in his chair, his chest heaving with breaths. His hands fell to the fat of your hips, and he stared up at you. His eyes fell to your top, where one of your breasts was threatening to spill out. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted and wet. He raised his hand, fingers toying lazily with the bottom hem. “Can I see?” You clenched your thighs at his words, and swallowed thickly, nodding. He was agonizingly slow, eyes glued to your chest, inching the net-like fabric down until your striped breasts popped out the top of the hem, nipples hardening against the cool air. His breath hitched and he brought his huge hands up to them, dwarfing them. He felt himself harden at the size difference between his large, calloused hands and your soft, delicate breasts. It was even better than he had imagined. You instinctively nudged them into his warm hands and he let out a small moan, tugging roughly at the nipple.“So pretty.”
You whined, bucking into him, needing friction. You felt empty. It was getting darker as the fire began to die, but your eyes traveled down the contours of his chest and abs to his loincloth. You could make out a little wet patch of precum that made you lightheaded. He watched your expression contort with pleasure as you began to move faster. He bounced his leg, it made him agonizingly hard watching your breasts bounce and mouth hang open in pleasure. His fingers clawed at your soft hips, he wanted so badly fill you up, make you feel good. He pulled the cheeks of your ass apart, and you groaned at the feeling of him splitting you open.
His hand traveled down from your hips to your loincloth. He moved it aside slightly, just so your glistening slit peeked out. His eyes widened at the sight or your lips dragging against him in a mess of slick. Even now, this felt so wrong. Something inside him was screaming to stop, who told him this was ok? He was supposed to be your protector, but something even louder kept him going. His thumb found your clit and began rubbing lazy circles. Your mouth fell open with warbled moan and he pulled your face into his neck “Quieter,” He whispered, teeth grazing your ear. You could feel his sharp jaw clench against your temple. His huge hand cradled your head, fingers tangled in your hair as you bucked your hips, faster. You were so close. “Teyam, teyam, teyam.” Your voice was airy and high, and his name was a whispered chant on your lips. You clutched at his back, tender breasts squashed against his hard chest, nipples rubbing against him. It made his knees weak. You came with a warbled groan, and the sound made his cock twitch. Your thighs clenched together as he overstimulated you. He held you close as you shuddered, riding you through your orgasm, teeth grazing your ear. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and the movement against his thigh made him lightheaded with need.
He slowed and you slumped against him, feeling his prominent hardness through fabric. It was dark and you stilled, your breaths the only thing hanging in the air. You could feel his chest beneath your head, rising and falling. You stayed there for a few minutes, his rough fingertips tracing circles on your shoulder.
There was a sudden creak in the floor and you quickly stood, tugging your top back over your breasts. You jolted as he brushed your clit, tugging your cloth back over your cunt. You could barely make out his smug smile. Your knees felt weak.
Footsteps, then a dark figure, Jake, appeared, wiping his eyes. “Oh kids, didn’t see you there.”
“Oh hey dad, we were just heading to bed.” Neteyams voice was raspy and he was still reclined, big hands resting on his thighs. His eyes were fixed on you, mouth slightly open, looking up at you like you were the eighth wonder of the world.
You cleared your throat, but your voice came out embarrassingly hoarse, “Yeah, goodnight.” You turned around and made your way to your room. You swayed your hips exaggeratedly, even though it was too dark for Neteyam to see, leaving him to take care of his agonizing hard on.
You couldn’t help but smile.
