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Something… New

Neteyam X Na’vi Reader based off of This request

⚠️minors DO NOT interact

Word count: 3.6k

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.

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GOOD LORDDDD HAVE MERCYYYYY😩😩😩 bae you weren’t playing, this stuff was good asffffff I will now be coming back to this everyday 😩😩 gun kink- unlocked ✅ LMAO. But seriously thank you for finding this @luvv4j4ybe11 , bc I was sooooo curious after you mentioned it 😩❤️

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