PEACHES -
chapter 1/2
"how'd you fit that in those loincloths?"
olo'eyktan-in-waiting!neteyam x tsamsiyu! (f) reader (aged up = 24)
chapter 2/2
summary : neteyam's always hated you, this burning anger & you return the same energy, loved & wanted by all, he is the first one to show you the oppisite. why is it neteyam hates you? he catches you...hears you moaning when you think you are alone. you moan his name & oh, he's heard it all from the first time but being the gentlemen he is, he does not say a thing. when you push it, neteyam can't hold it together any longer & what do you do when the man you moan for is desperate to claim you?
warnings! mdni, 18+ language, masturbation, voyeurism?, exhabitionism?, enemies to lovers?, dry humping, neteyam lowk pervs, neteyam is cocky asf, jealous neteyam, f reader, reader loves to torment, reader is cheeky, reader is not petite. I REPEAT, READER IS NOT PETITE. reader ily, you're such a bad b. neteyam is js horny asf bro, neteyam is a rake.
daddyneteyam is listening to 🎧 - tell me - bobby v thong song - sisqo slow motion - juvenile ft soulja slim here i am - rick ross, nelly ft avery storm what you want - mase ft total
a/n 📝 : "how'd you fit those in those loincloths?" inspo by bobby v in "tell me" - "how'd you fit them in those jeans?"
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everything is peaceful in the omatikaya home tree, for once. life was returning, na'vi rebuilding their lives, mauri's were being redecorated. people were letting their guards down, slowly relaxing back into their life that was ripped away from them.
everything that felt unordinary was starting to become a norm, areas where sky walkers resided were destroyed and there was surveillance, the warriors upgraded with new weapons, the habitat had returned.
but peace does not come easy for the Sullys, they all have some sort of burden or issue that takes up their time. for the Olo'eyktan, Toruk Makto, Jake Sully, it was regaining the trust of his people. for his eldest son on the other hand, it was a woman that pushed herself into is life.
you are a pain in neteyam's life, a headache that fuels in him. neteyam has been raised to be strong, a warrior, the man his father raised him to be; as loving as his mother & respectful to all. he tries so hard, poor neteyam. you just had to make your presence obvious by cursing him with the sounds of you that he cannot shake.
neteyam is a gentleman, neteyam is a gentlemen, i am a gentleman. neteyam repeats to himself every time you test his patience. every time he appears before you he holds himself to the standard his father does as the future olo'eyktan. he steers away from tsaheylu, love, emotions...or going back to his old self.
neteyam is or at least was a rake, he has gone through his fare share of women, he is a man & he has urges that are sometimes uncontrollable. he used to live for the thrill of it, the lust that coats your mind and soul.
he was only trying to walk home, from a long day of sparring his father, wanting to rest his sore and bruised muscles.
before the sounds of moaning grew louder around him, instantly in a defensive position, neteyam lifts his daggers, watching his surrounding. nothing moves, nothing feels out of place.
the sounds echo and he follows to them, hearing the changes in pitch and length.
"fuck!"
that's when he realises, there isn't anything dangerous out there. someone...a woman is pleasuring herself.
heat suddenly surrounds him as he feels embarrassment climb up his throat, he shakes his head as he walks along but abruptly stops.
"neteyam...oh my... please!"
neteyam's blood runs cold and goosebumps rise all over his blue skin. the na'vi is stunned in shock & tries to move but feels as though his knees will fail him. being the tsmasiyu he is, he moves with stealth and ventures towards the sounds, trying to find where he can look at this person. who is this crude person? who is moaning his name?
neteyam has had his fare share of sex to not be ashamed of these sounds, but in public? it's a fantasy he has long dreamed of. to claim what is his as loud as he wants. desire is a normal thing, the act of it should not be as taboo as tradition makes it seem.
all na'vi should be able to have sex without having to perform tsaheylu every five seconds.
he climbs up a tree and makes himself comfy on a branch, the distance is far but his predatory vision allows him to see further away. his eyes scan the scenery below him before they fall on...
"oh my fucking...eywa," he whispers, his heart dropping to his ass.
there lies the woman of the clan, the tsamsiyu (warrior) that is praised, adored by all. the beautiful y/n y/l/n they call you, they drool over you the moment you step into a room. stories are told of you to younger na'vi, they were told to neteyam by his parents. your people were wiped out when you were younger, you become the last of the pure tsmasiyu (warrior) blood.
stories of the torture your family received were the nightmares his parents would threaten him with. you were praised by his father all day & night. his father worshipped the floor below you when he saw you. better yet, his youngest sister, tuktirey, was obsessed with you.
now what would everyone do if they heard you moaning this loudly? moaning his name out of all names? so scandalous it makes him want to prove a point to his father. but it's his name that falls from your lips.
"please...neteyam, I know you wan' put it inside me," so loud and expressive, it has neteyam's tail curling in excitement.
he watches how your back arches, your toes curling, eyes rolling back as you push two fingers inside you. your other hand goes to your clit, rubbing it fast.
he watches you...analyses you. you're so much fuller around the edges, so much thicker. your breasts are swell and round but the one thing that has all the men frothing is that "huge fucking ass" is what lo'ak says. it's true, even neteyam has seen glimpses but has never registered it. how could he? you were his greatest enemy and his bones would break with rage.
"ohfffmm...im gonna cum!"
"cum, scream my name when you come" neteyam whispers to himself, letting his cock free as he watches you. his balls squeeze and cock spasms with want, wanting to be wrapped in something tight...in someone...in you.
and that's when it began, nights of you thinking you could disappear and touch yourself as loud as you want, as freely. were caught the first day. & who were you caught by? Neteyam Te Suli Tsyeykitan.
since that night, neteyam has caught you upon every occasion. always taking that path home to hear you, find you. you would be there 4 times a week and push yourself each time, struggling to lift yourself off the ground.
and each time, neteyam had cum with you the first time, but watching how you forced yourself to continue? he could not keep up. he felt as though he had officially met someone who would match his freak and that was you.
he would see you roaming around, loud, laughing, walking around with all that ass, swaying your hips letting your cheeks jiggle with each step. you knew damn well what attention you were seeking and you got it alright, you got his. you always had his attention, from the moment he saw you he could not help be tranced.
but neteyam could not, how could he? he couldn't exactly approach you when you were just as bitter towards him. he couldn't spring out of the bushes and surprise you with everything you've been dreaming of. he could only make his way around the women in his clan, thinking of you each time he would cum on them.
neteyam was only 20 when he had been doing such childish activities, as he says. he put that past behind him when word had spread that you were going to settle down.
settled down with him. it has been 4 years of your torture. 4 years of you ignoring he exists, only speaking to him with such harsh words, you'd question if that was really you with two fingers inside you moaning the future olo'eyktan's name.
you are the role model to the clan, the people's princess, the pride and joy. but the one thing they didn't know about you? you wanted to be completely.and.utterly.brain fucked by Neteyam.
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it was a good morning until the man of your dreams continued to crush down that thought with every word he spoke. he was arrogant, cocky, egotistical and always 10 steps ahead of everyone. he is his fathers son, what can you expect? you told yourself each time.
but really, there was no excuse for his behaviour at times. though to you he seemed like this but to others? he was sweet, understanding, caring, just trying to get to know his future people as best as he can now. but to you? if hate was a person, he would be it.
neteyam sully. the son of the olo'eyktan, Toruk Makto. Neteyam the Tsmasiyu of the village, the greatest taronyu (hunter), the ideal muntxatan (husband). the people sing his praises high and low, especially since he almost died many years ago whilst fighting the sky people. praise where praise is due but not to this animal.
why did things turn so rough? when neteyam would begin to throw petty remarks your way, publicly shame you without mentioning your name, spar you with heavy hands.
quick, duck, dive.
you throw a jab at neteyam and he groans from the impact, stumbling back slightly.
but he does not stop, recovering himself he is back on you.
swish.
the wind from the punch he was about to land on you loud in your ears as you dodged it and upper cut his jaw.
crunch.
he hangs back and drops of blood fall from his mouth.
"neteyam...I am so-"
he comes running at you and goes to strike you full force before you sweep him to the ground.
he pulls you down with him and jumps on top of you.
slap, slap, slap.
the sound of skin on skin, his punches landing into your forearms that are up in defence. he's really taking it all into you.
groan.
you throw him off you and slam yourself down onto him, painfully. he growls but you hold him down, pushing your chest against his. breathing hard as you look at him through your lashes.
"I did not mean to be so harsh," you pant out.
"do not do this mid fight, are you scared of what is to come?"
"no...I am apologising because you are bleeding."
he hisses and tries to push you off before you roll your hips down onto his, softly moaning against his lips, eyes wide with anticipation. his cock is positioned so perfectly underneath you and if he were to stand now...you would be headless from his rage.
he stills, stoic, eyes flickering from where you two meet to your eyes. his eyes are dark with murderous intent, brows furrowed.
you meet his gaze with pleading eyes and he sighs, letting his head drop. watching him gulp you almost let your defence slip before you roll your hips against him again and moan into his neck.
his cock stiffens in a heartbeat and his grip on your hips is hard.
"you wanna do this in front of everyone?" the anger in his voice laced with lust.
"do what?" you giggle as you get off of him.
he glares at you and slaps your hand away when you offer to help him stand. going to walk away, he purposefully places his foot in front of yours and lets you drop with a gasp. a smirk lingering on his lips.
he crouches down, close, only for you to hear what he has to say.
"instead of embarrassing me next time and being such a slut for my cock, you'd think twice,"
a soft gasp leaves your lips, you try to look up at him but he has already walked away.
everything you do it's with a purpose, your desperation leaks out every time you come face to face with neteyam and you can't help but use it to your advantage in some cases. but as years have gone by, neteyam's words have become harsher.
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standing in the clearance you watch all the warriors that are sparring in partners across the field, analysing their techniques and going to correct them.
you stretch as you prepare yourself to spar with one of the warriors in training before you are met with a pair of...the most annoying eyes on this planet. kehe (no).
"thought I'd come and see how you train my future fighters"
you are met with such anger inside you that you shake your head, ignoring eye contact and continuing to prepare yourself.
"srane (yes)" not feeding into his bullshit.
"has it being going well? training my people?"
"srane (yes)," you bluntly reply.
"is something bothering you?" neteyam quizzes.
"srane (yes),"
"'upe (what)?"
"nga (you),"
both your eyes meet and you narrow them as you watch the smirk creep onto his lips. he looks so smug.
"is something funny to you?" you ask.
"srane (yes), nga (you),"
rolling your eyes you go to walk off before he grips your bicep. holding the eye contact, your bottom lip curls in. anger shooting hot sparks down your spine.
"don't be like that, yawne (love)" the nickname he has used to tease you for so long.
at first, your crush was obvious to many. the way he would call you such sweet names in front of everyone until you saw the reason why he called you them. he wanted to strip you from the title of the mighty tsamsiyu and mould you into being the women that serve their husbands only, or so thought.
he could only fucking try. it turned sour so fast and you both did not argue, you did not fight unless someone had crossed a line, you would call each other petty names, mock one another but be next to each other.
at first it was as if it was going to happen. the future olo'eyktan with the strongest fnele tsamsiyu (female warrior) & for some they saw the ship sail. but for those that were close, they saw neteyam eat parts of the boat and watched you spit on the sail.
"don't call me that. what have you come to pester me about today?" you sigh, the exasperated sigh that only he brings out of you.
"I told you, I'm here to see the mighty l/n train my future tsamsiyus,"
"yeah okay, now get out of the way"
he puts his hands up, surrendering, watching you strut your way over to a crowd of trainee tsamsiyus.
"you there...Sa'tuk, come here,"
he comes over with a smile on his face and you shake your head, poor boy doesn't know what's coming.
"we will spar"
everyone gasps and Sa'tuk mouths help to his friends.
as the two of you fight, you arch your back just a little extra, you let yourself have enough time to glance over at neteyam who has his arms crossed against his broad chest, watchful. you push your hips out as you bend over, purposefully throwing it in a circle before knocking the poor Sa'tuk to the floor.
neteyam holds a cup of water and you take it, ignoring his eyes.
"nice little performance," amusement in his voice.
"was hoping you'd enjoy it" you flatly stated.
"bet you were" he grins the "I know something you don't" smile and walks off.
neteyam has given you that face, that grin for a while and it irked you in many ways. he has not dropped any hints, he has not even suggested what he may know.
you sit in a circle with the na'vi of your group and all of you are eating the fresh meat off your hunt today. successful as always. biting into the juicy, perfectly cooked meat, you let your eyes wonder.
neteyam is sat there surrounded by other warriors, his gaze meets yours without failure.
"y'know, the two of you have had years of tension now" one of them says.
"yeah, it's been what? 4 years? almost 5?"
"when are you guys ever going to talk it out?"
"why should I talk it out when he brought the issue to me?," you rebuttal.
"you know well that you brought this upon yourself too, you just had to embarrass him didn't you?," the male na'vi speaks.
"he is a rake, he climbs through the women in our clan and thinks he should not be embarrassed? the way he embarrasses those poor women?," fury fills your veins.
"for a second, don't you possibly think those women would've wanted it too?"
you stop chewing and your lip snarls as you scowl at one of your team members.
"in what world would any woman want that, him?"
"y/n, you're not 100 years old...many people want to fuck and quit. not everyone wants to perform tsaheylu,"
"oh I'm more than aware, but I'm pretty sure they didn't sign up to public shame too,"
they all roll their eyes as you hold the future olo'eyktan's eyes. he is pandora's biggest rake & so help you eywa if he ever tries to be between your legs.
making your way to clear up, neteyam stops in front of you with two younger female warriors behind him. you frown as you look up from his defined hard chest.
"couldn't focus on your food without looking at me?" he grins.
the women beside him are smirking at you, as if they also know something you don't. you shake your head and try to make it past him before one of the girls stick their arm out, blocking your way.
you look at her with an evil smile and shake your head.
"look here, sunshine. just because the future olo'eyktan is beside you does not mean you get to stand in my face. I suggest you put your fragile arm down before I break it,"
silence fills between both groups, your glare turns to pure rage, tail whipping the floor as if lightning had struck.
the girls instantly back down and you send neteyam a polite smile.
"if you'll excuse me, I have actual things to do. not sit around and leech off my father's title," your words are aimed to hurt.
and that they did. but they did not hurt, they angered neteyam.
he scoffs and shakes his head, sizing you up.
"leech off my father's title?"
"you join us on our hunts and take all the glory then sit on your ass doing nothing," you proudly state.
his ears twitch with visible rage but you do not back down.
"tread lightly, yawne. you would not like to know the things I have seen of you," he growls, low.
"oh go ahead! I've been waiting to know for years now, you love to use this empty threat against me," rolling your eyes you flick your hair over your shoulder.
neteyam's grin reaches back onto his face but it is so forced, it puts you edge.
"what would everyone think of you if they saw what I saw?" he whispers just quiet enough for you to hear.
your friends pull you away before you can reply, you do not turn to face him, the team scolding you for letting him get through to you.
but this is nothing new, the two of you play this horrible game every day and all it does is exhaust the people around you. one of the many things the two of you have to do is go on missions together, hunts, fruit picking, event organising. you are always involved with each other in one way.
"that ass is fucking insane" lo'ak whistles as he sits across from his brother.
"not this again bro," neteyam sighs.
"come on bro! tell me you haven't been looking?"
neteyam shakes his head groaning and runs his fingers through his braids, sighing as he looks at his younger brother.
"so you have?" he smugly grins.
"it's just there brother, you can see the shape of it never the fullness and it's so teasing, me and all my boys are desperate to see more" lo'ak confesses.
"come on brother, get your head out the gutter,"
"what, you're playing man of the house now after beating around?" lo'ak laughs in his brothers face and playfully pushes him.
"I've always been man of the house younger brother, lower your tone. don't objectify her," he defends.
"alright mighty warrior,"
neteyam rolls his eyes as he tries to meditate.
"just say it brother, you've liked her for years now"
"never. and I never will," neteyam lies through his teeth.
like was an understatement. he was in awe of you.
"really? you guys are doing this again!?" kiri rolls her eyes.
"maybe if your brother wasn't such an animal we wouldn't be here,"
"and if you weren't too busy bending over on purpose and letting the entire clan see your underwear, we wouldn't be here!" he spits.
"oh give it a rest neteyam, seriously." kiri warns him.
"sister, control this beast of a woman," his voice gentle for his sister.
you look at him in pure disbelief.
"beast of a woman? and what are you then? payakan of a man?"
he grins and shakes his head, looking over to his sister before leaning in close to you.
"you wouldn't know how big I am," he states.
butterflies swarm your insides, scowling at him, you shake your head violently to get the feeling out of your system.
the three of you make it over to the Tsahìk training you have to undergo, today it is training on medicinal herbs and how to find them, how to use them etcetera. but with neteyam it always becomes something else.
when neteyam becomes olo'eyktan you are to go one of two ways become Tsahìk as the best option in the clan or become The War Management tsamsiyu. two very pleasing roles but both having to involve neteyam puts you off more times than you can count.
Toruk Makto, has been a big advocate for the two of you to train together. he sees your strength and power, a challenge for neteyam but one he will definitely begin to appreciate in the future.
but the more you guys spit nasty words at each other and surround yourself with toxicity, his father has began to lose hope. you both are far too old to behave like such children but he fuels it within you. he makes you behave like a child just to piss him off.
you and neteyam can read each other like open books, he knows what area hurts you the most whilst sparring and avoids it, he knows which position will have your body melting. he knows what words will rile you up or calm you down. he knows when you are not in the mood to joke around & when you are excited.
he has studied you more than he would've liked but you are just so obvious. all the years he's struggled to keep his hard on contempt with just his hand after putting himself on a clean slate. he doesn't know what for or why, but when he sees you...his mind wanders.
he knows he shouldn't think of a life with you, you both are far too alike but the attraction was...is there from both of you. you moan his name for eywa to hear herself and he cums imagining he is putting his child within you.
he can't, he shouldn't.
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you're sat in front of your friends and family in your grandma's mauri. listening in onto them all droning on about potential contenders who you should be with.
everyone has pushed the idea of tsaheylu down your throat but each time you think of it you can't help but shudder. you wanted it to be neteyam who bonds your kuru's together, thank fuck it won't be.
your family do not know of the things you do in your spare time, they don't know how you sneak out of your house with slick between your thighs.
each time you are running to the table of where the warriors reside, where neteyam resides. lying yourself, bare, on the smooth rock with your legs spread open.
your eyes are closed as the sound of the waterfall nearby fills the silence. you touch your heavy breasts, stimulating yourself, letting out soft and airy gasps before running your hand further.
at first you let your mind wander and each time it goes to neteyam. his long braids in your mind, how you wish to pull them, his plump limps on his chiseled face. how golden his eyes are, you wish you could see them roll back.
his abs built into him as wooden ladders to climb, wanting to lick them. his shoulders and chest are broad, thick just like his thighs. the muscle contorting with every step he takes.
he doesn't see how sexual he looks, how orgasmically well he presents himself. how intoxicating he smells. mint and earthy.
and each time you lie there, you push yourself to your breaking point. pushing your fingers deeper and curling them. your eyes roll back each time, you struggle to breathe, wrists painful by the fourth orgasm but you don't want to stop. you crave more, you crave someone to take control over you and fuck the living shit out you, fill that painful hole that you continue to clench around.
but each time you try to make advances at neteyam, each time you bend over, you do not catch him looking, you see his gaze dropping before you know it. filling you with disappointment.
but it is the day when neteyam catches you. he sees you, he saw you with two fingers curled inside and you realised. you saw it the entire time. & you watched how he kept coming back for more.
you moan louder, you angle yourself in positions that have you leaking with arousal at the fact he was watching. you cannot see him but you can smell him, you can sense him. so many years of training together and fighting against one another, it is easy to recognise an equal.
for years that became both of your spots to blow off steam, you were there for the thrill. knowing he was there high above, waiting to see you strip and cum. but when he would purposefully drop something onto the table, where you had leaked your juices over, licking the cold rock, your insides would turn.
he would gaze into your eyes as he did so, purposeful.
you are shaken back into reality as you sit around the fire with your team.
"we lost you there for a second" one of them sigh.
"sorry, yes...I just have a lot on my mind."
they continue on their conversation and you put your input in where it is needed.
you shake your head, pulling out yourself out your lustful mind, looking around. scoping the area, you recognise neteyam's muscular back towards you. he is sat facing elders of the village, a woman attached at his hip.
raising a brow you look closer, before you can even say a word you are rushed over to by two warriors, the sound of an Ikran screeching fills the forest.
you stand with urgency and so does neteyam, he looks over to you, watching.
"an unannounced group of na'vi have entered the west wing of the forest" they inform.
your team move before you say a word and you look around to the people. it is far from here but not far enough.
"you will get the people out of here, have you informed the olo'eyktan?" composed and controlled.
"he has asked for you to manage,"
pride swells in you as you let out an all teeth bearing, smile. rolling your shoulders back you crack your knuckles.
"then you will bring my ikran here and the communicator."
they both nod and run off, you stand in the middle of the crowd and look towards neteyam who is being informed. he looks over at you, lips curled. you look away, hands on your hips as you watch the na'vi leave.
"any update?" you press your fingers against you neck.
"200 feet from you!" one of the tsamsiyu shout out.
neteyam nods as he looks at you.
"stand back olo'eyktan." you stifle a giggle.
the sounds of heavy footsteps and growling fills your ears, before they can jump at you, you press your fingers against their pressure points and watch them fall lifeless to the ground - twitching. the next follow and you lift them, throwing them against the tree. a male lands a fist on your lips, the taste of metal fills your mouth.
"y/n!" neteyam calls out.
you signal for him to stay back and lick the blood, smirking as the man recognises the trap he has placed himself in. you land a fist on his ribs, breaking through them and swing right into his face. he does not move as if his body accepted reality before his mind.
"holy shit," neteyam whispers to himself.
he watches you in your element, fighting against the 8 much larger na'vi men with ease and ego in each step. you don't realise how good you look...messy. bloody. watching how you land direct blows on them, how your muscles twitch at every hit you land.
it's as if a light is shining down at you as he stares at you, mesmerised. he watches the way your long hair with loose curls, flick of your shoulder. how your tail whips with excitement, your small groans & the sharp inhale when a hit landed on you.
"y/n!"
worry fills hims but your smile when you turn around has all his thoughts disappearing, you...enjoy this? he shakes his head with a proud grin on his lips. awe. nothing but awe. adoration bright in his eyes as he watches you manhandle the last man. he finally gets the chance to look at you wholly. every part of you, every scar. he watches the jiggle in your cheek when you throw the man across the field and it shoots straight drown to his cock. drool filling his mouth.
closing his eyes with a soft smile on his lips, he basks in your energy.
"neteyam?"
"neteyam?"
"neteyammmm? hello?" you call out to him, shaking his shoulders.
he opens one eye as he looks at you.
"I'm here" gentle.
"I can see that"
"I wasn't expecting that" he says.
"what?"
"having to do nothing,"
"did you expect to get involved?"
"no, I knew you would handle it. just strange having to sit back and watch, I do not think I will do it again," he shrugs.
I knew you would handle it. his rare compliment makes you giddy and you smile up at him.
"I'm good aren't I?" you tease.
"you are," he replies even softer.
"tell me it again" you plead, biting your bottom lip.
"don't push your luck pet,"
the new nickname shoots straight to your core. he smirks at your reaction and steps back. I am gentlemen, he reminds himself.
but he can't stop himself from reaching out to the cut on your bottom lip. he tuts at the blood spilling out and...places his thumb against his lips. licking your blood.
"come with me,"
sitting across from neteyam in his mauri, he dabs ointment on the wound. you flinch and hiss from the sharp pain, earning a low grumble from him and a few "sit stills".
"see? all better. I would have to do this for lo'ak almost every night when we were in the metkayina clan," neteyam shakes his head as he recalls the memory.
you smile, gently, as he cleans up, putting the ointment away. you look away from him, suddenly realising your surroundings. the bright colours mix so well with the darkness. his mat looks warm, cozy.
"liking the view?"
you pull your eyes from his bed and look over to him. soft.
"yes, I didn't expect your home to look like this,"
"did you expect it to be colourless?"
"yes"
he laughs dryly and look at you with amusement written all over his face.
"would you like to look around for yourself?"
he can't help himself. the curiosity on your face is bewitching.
you nod slowly and stand, tiptoeing around his home. letting your fingers brush across materials and fabrics. he has pictures with his family, his father brought cameras from his human friends, strange thing.
"we're not at each other's throats for once," you whisper.
"now is not the time is it?"
you shake your head and a wave of exhaustion causes you to blink slowly. the warmth off neteyam's body and his home has you tired.
"rest here, it is far to your home" neteyam wants to shoot himself for offering you such an intimate choice.
"i...think I will be okay getting home." a hue of purple and red paints you cheeks, he smiles to himself.
"there is no harm y/n, I will not eat you."
"mhm" you yawn, too tired to reply.
"see...come, rest. clean up, do what you must do, there is enough room for two here"
"are you sure neteyam? I don't usually do this," you shake your head to try and wake yourself up but he places his large palm on your shoulder.
"I will lay your mat out for you whilst you clean up, are you hungry?"
your stomach roars before you can reply, earning a genuine laugh from the taller man.
"I'll take that as a yes"
"sorry?"
"don't, allow me."
washing yourself up, he hands you his coverings to wear. having to wrap tighter, he laughs at you.
"how'd you fit all that in those loincloths, I wonder sometimes you know." neteyam's confession earns a wobble from you before you recover and roll your eyes, a shy smile faint on your lips.
"oh shush"
he stares, forming a picture in his mind before leaving.
she's like a treasure that won't stop giving, the perfect peach with every bite so sweet. neteyam's mind is filled with thoughts that have his chest light, breathing fast.
he watches you eat, you chew so graceful, such a different contrast from when you were emotionless when disarming those men. you have not uttered one smart sentence since being in his home, you have not pestered him or said something infuriating. you have been quiet, humble.
confusion fills his veins but he pushes it away when he sees your lashes flutter with each bite you take, trying to fight back sleep. he laughs quietly.
"sleep before your face falls into the food," he laughs.
"shut up," you mumble.
"tired?"
"exhausted."
you gulp down water and look over to him.
"you sure? I can go home right now,"
"just stop, go to sleep"
"okay!"
you yawn as you waddle over, his mat is at a distance from yours. falling to the floor with a thud, you let the warmth overtake you and instantly knock out.
"lekye'ung 'eve (insane girl)," he chuckles.
the morning has been well, smooth. nothing negative has been uttered between the two of you. more like it's been complete silence, a nice silence. the two of you are sat together with everyone around you.
"here," he whispers.
handing you a peach, you take it.
"thanks,"
taking a bite out of the succulent fruit, everyone looks at the two of you in shock.
"what is happening here?" your team members ask.
"leave them be," his father calls out, shaking his head as he sends neytiri a knowing smile.
happiness like this doesn't last. it's just a sign of what could happen if life wasn't the way it was.
watching neteyam interact with two twin na'vi girls, both close to your age, letting out a grin you've never seen. a hint of...no way, fuck right off. before you can even think the word, you cuss it away.
"you look like you're going to kill someone,"
"I am not."
"you're looking at him again"
"I am not."
"he is speaking to two sisters"
"I see that."
"they have both made it known they have interest in them."
"oh have they?"
"yes, to his father out of all people."
"oh, did they really."
you replies are short and snappy as you try to laser holes into his head. once a rake, always a rake.
trying to ignore the three of them, you can't. not when fed you, let you bathe in his house, tended to your wounds and let you sleep in his home.
it isn't feelings that rise in you, it's the desire for trust. a bond. a friendship. you don't have a bond that close and although you have lived without it for so long, neteyam's attention filled that void.
watching him clutch his stomach as he laughs, you stand up instantly. there's no way he's behaving like that. he can be a prick to you but he's actually nice to other women that aren't either his sisters or mother?
"don't do it," ignoring your team, only one of them stand with you.
she follows in silence as you laugh a little too loud, sway your hips overbearingly, having your back to him.
"oops!" you shout aloud.
feigning innocence, you look over your shoulder and hold his eye contact. his eyes are wide before they take shape with his furrowed brows. bending over slowly, you bite your bottom lip. watching his lips form in to an 'o', as he takes in your position. your mouth opens as if you're moaning.
"fuckkkk," he mouths.
neteyam feels his cock twitch as the two girls are so preoccupied with talking, they do not realise what you are doing. he watches your face, watches how you shape your lips, how your thick thighs are spread open, your loincloth barely covering your ass. the stretch marks imprinted into your skin accentuate the thickness.
neteyam gulps and does not let go of your eye contact, he watches your hand slither backwards, fingers brushing ever so gently as you push the fabric up just enough for him to see the wet stain in your underwear.
"what the fuck," neteyam growls.
standing up in an instant, you smile over to your friend. a huge grin is etched into her face as she fist bumps you.
"oh now look, he'll come running," she whispers, earning a giggle from you.
you look over to neteyam, his hands are curled up into fists and his chest is rising with every inhale he takes. his nostrils flared and shoulders tense. his pupils are dilated & it's as if he's either stripping you with his eyes or fighting an erection.
making your way to the Tsahìk mauri, a hand is gripped on your bicep, the thumb digging in, you let out a whine. you're suddenly flung through the wind and thrown against a tree. eyes wide with shock, neteyam is stood in front of you. dripping in pure fury.
"are you some type of slut?" he growls.
his hands run through his hair as he stands tall, looming and dominant.
"excuse me?" you feign innocence.
"oh don't give me that doe eye'd shit," he groans.
"then don't look at me in such a way, you'd think you want to strip me bare" you argue back, annoyance filtering into your system.
he shakes his head and takes two steps back. arm across his chest as the other holds his chin up.
"what?"
not intimidated by his starved look.
"don't get in the way again." he spits.
"of what? get in the way? I dropped something?" lying through your teeth, your pride hurt that he might actually be offended rather than pleased.
"you really think playing stupid will save you,"
he steps closer and spins you round, earning a gasp from you. you look over your shoulder as your hands grip onto the bark in front of you. he uses his foot to spread you legs and pushes his weight onto you.
a guttural moan escapes you, your eyes fluttering shut and back arching.
"this is what you want isn't it" he scowls.
his hand slides under you and starts from your neck before both hands grab your breasts, gripped onto them. neteyam growls into your ear and starts pistoling his hips against you.
"oh fuckkk" he growls, predatory.
"shit look at you"
"oh my fucking, this ass is fat, baby. shit, just like that, fuck back into me ma'"
his words shoot right at your core, your hands sliding onto his. he plays with your sensitive buds and his eyes roll back. so close...so close to cumming. his balls twitch with anticipation. your thighs shake as your mind drifts from you, a moaning mess.
but he stops.
completely.
you whine at the loss of his hard grip and turn to face him, panting.
"why?" you whimper, the pain of being empty, hurting.
"no...we must not do this. we cannot do this." his voice clear but laced with want.
"what?" you whimper.
rejection stings like a bitch.
"go....go inside." he pleads.
you stare at him starry eyed, not moving. clenching around nothing.
"did you hear me? or are you choosing not to?" he growls.
you shake your head no.
"y/n, I'm not going to tell you again. go. inside. now." he growls, a purr erupting from him throat. a true predator.
you gulp as you watch him, anger is rolling off his body but lust, want, desire, need, is in his eyes.
"why do you have to do this?" his voice breaking.
"do what?"
"don't make this any harder than it is, I will not tell you again. get. your. ass. inside." he roars and you crumble beneath him.
desperate. filled with so much need.
"I will not move."
"do you enjoy doing this?"
"enjoy what?" you spit.
"watching me suffer?"
"no, did I say I do? it is more you who makes himself suffer. do not order me around, your father lives and will continue to do so. what I suggest is you face what you feel." you firmly state.
he scoffs and rubs his hand over his face. his hands hesitate when they grab onto your kuru. your eyes widen as he brings it close to his. watching the pink tendrils escape and twist around each others you feel a surge of desire rush inside you.
"this is how you make me feel."
he brings it closer, you gasp, standing on your tiptoes as the bond is almost formed but he pulls it away and it causes you to cry in need.
"push and pull, push and pull is all we do."
"you have caused this."
"no matter how far you may go, no matter where you adventure to, where you rest. I cannot escape any thought of you."
"neteyam-"
he grips your hand as he walks you over to class.
"we will not speak of this again." he whispers, deep and low.
you are pulled into a trance of deep shock, a cold sweat heating your body. anger stills inside you, silence in your mind as you stare at him blankly.
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he wants you, he desires you, he needs you. the stunt you pulled that day had ruined him completely. you had given him the exact sign he knew he was waiting for. no matter what woman he spoke to, he thought of your leaking pussy. this was much worse than spying on you making yourself cum with his name in your mouth.
that was torture, you don't know how much harder you have made things for him. he struggles to speak to women without getting irritated within the first few interactions.
he is snappy with his family and fucks into his fist every night, groaning, growling, swearing his home down each time he cums. desperation has filled him and it's his sexual desire. it's taken full control & he can not stop it.
when he shut you down, teased you with both your kuru's and then brought you straight to your lesson. it was a mental fuck. your mind went numb with pain and anger. but this anger was something you could not put your finger on, it was purely sexual rage. it was the rage that had you trying to force a third finger in. screaming every time you made yourself cum.
he tortured you. but what was holding him back? what was keeping him from you? were you just...too much? your mind went into overdrive and you overthought every single interaction. the rage was what kept you surviving. waiting to see his face again.
but each time you did, you did not give him the satisfaction. instead, you told your family and friends you are ready for tsaheylu, ready to escape his fucked up reality of wanting you. & when this reached neteyam's ears he could not believe what he had heard.
he watched you, multiple men showing their interest in you, through fruit, hand carved weapons some bullshit after the other but all their eyes fell onto your body. neteyam was disgusted rather than supportive. he wanted to make you his, he had a shy interest in you from the moment had had met you but he held himself back.
he needed to become the man, the olo'eyktan. but this? watching you so freely with other men like you have not been screaming his name, cumming with his name on your lips, like you weren't pleading him that day.
he fucked up and he knew it but you rubbed salt into that wound. oh you fucking rubbed it like you were poisining him.
day 1) you lifted your tweng (loincloth) up and showed him your bare pussy across from the fire.
day 2) you let a nipple free whilst training right in his face.
day 3) you pulled his tweng off and went straight to your knees, pressing gentle kisses and he could not push you off. he could only bite his lip, abs tensing as he looked down at you. wanting to get you to gag on him. but you quickly ran off the moment he said your name.
day 4) whilst sparring you bounced on his cock. genuinely bounced. he lay there in shock and took it, watching you bounce with so much passion. tits bouncing with you & he was so ready. so ready till you slapped him right across his face.
and everyday, your torment went on and on. every night he was cumming all over his abs. & the pain, the need to fill you was driving him insane.
you had disappeared for a week now after your brutal attack. a mission his father had sent you on with your team.
a mission that lasted for too long, so long his family saw his pain, his suffering. no one could ease the Mighty Warrior neteyam, they could only whisper kind words of encouragement and leave him to fix his issue alone.
the day had finally come of your return, celebrations high and mighty. but for you, the last week had been pent u on rage, pain, anger...what other words can you even say.
you could not pleasure yourself the way you do & had to suffer with your strong desires. you were on a kill streak, the biggest hunt ever completed. you brought home every single type of meat and fruit you could find. not leaving any behind.
you smelt of sweat and peaches. you smelt wild and untamed.
neteyam could smell you before he could see you, heart hammering against his chest. waiting to claim you on the spot.
"where is your tsamsiyu?" neteyam asks the group.
"cleaning herself up." they boldly state.
"will she be attending?"
"dunno" they respond, bored with him. loyalty to you deep in their veins.
their vagueness infuriates him, but he does not speak. he scowls at them, watching them lower their heads in fear. he turns, storming off back to his seat beside his family.
time goes by and all neteyam can think of is you. he paces, his knee shakes, he cracks all his knuckles. his tail whips in anticipation & bless eywa, his family were fucking pissed.
but he could not calm his nerves. he couldn't sit still.
until his ears pricked and tail curved.
he stood immediately.
peaches.
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neteyam is so cooked I can't lie to you...bro has no aura in this. someone teach uncs how to lock in.
i have been so nervous writing this, worried it wouldn't be as entertaining as pomegranate or cherry. ffs...
lmk how it was! comment <333 🌀✨ as always, thank you for the recent love. my desire for writing has become a hobby i can actually call one! 🍑
will spell check when I recover from a nap.
@k3h4 this for u twinski ty for requesting the idea and making it into the third book of my fruit series, this is your story. 🫡
