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Violent Little Thing

Neteyam x Bratty Na'vi!Reader

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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, vulgar language, angst, smut, size difference, brat behavior, dom Nete, P in V, friends to lovers, belly bulge

Things hadn’t always been so… intense between you and Neteyam. Once you were nearly inseparable, tied at the hip since childhood. It was an understatement to say that you were with each other at every waking moment, whether it be through sparring, training, hunting, or even weaving together. While most in the clan saw you as wild, Neteyam was your rock. When it became apparent that you weren’t going to grow much more than your current height and the others in your age group began to heckle you for it, Neteyam, aside from sending a few poison laced stares their way, helped you train to push your body so that you wouldn’t fall behind. Yet as the two of you grew older and matured, or rather when Neteyam’s training as the future Olo’eyktan became his main priority, the two of you spent less and less time together, until at last you couldn’t help but think that Teyam was flat out avoiding you.

Any advances you made to bridge the growing gap between the two of you only fell flat, until you were tired of fighting. Fighting for him and the relationship you once had. You accepted that this was just him “growing into his own” and “fulfilling his duties as future Olo’eyktan”, yet still a small piece of you couldn’t help, as you watched him from afar where Neteyam had brought your training group to strengthen your fighting strategies with a tang of longing in your chest. Today’s main focus was on using your natural surroundings to your advantage. The spot that Neteyam had chosen was the most dense of forest that you could get for such practices; with winding tree roots and vines galore to climb, swing, and push off of to make quick escapes or sneak attacks. Today, you realized, would be no different from any of the previous training days. Despite the forced proximity between you and Neteyam, he still refused to look your way for more than a few seconds while explaining instructions. 

Your foot tapped against the ground, tail swatting behind you impatiently as you watched two members of your group twist and weave through the lush flora, avoiding punches and kicks from one another, waiting for your turn. “Don’t worry, Y/N. If you can’t reach one of the vines, I’ll give you a boost.” A low voice sounded from behind you. Tehkani, offered you a smug smirk as you threw him a glare over your shoulder. Great mother this male was insufferable. It wasn’t that Tehkani wasn’t attractive, quite the contrary in fact. His downfall however was that he was one of the cockier men of the bunch to say the least, his ego could be compared to the size of an ikran's wingspan. 

You gave him a dramatic scoff in response as you turned back to face the scene ahead of you, and for a moment, you could have sworn, Neteyam’s ear twitched, angling in your direction from where he stood with his arms crossed a few feet in front of you, watching the two na’vi himself. “I don’t think assisting your opponent is part of the assignment.” You say to Tehkani without meeting his gaze, making sure to have the right amount of bite in your voice. Your spine straightens at the sound of his smooth chuckle from behind you and bristle as you feel his breath against the back of your ear to where he had leaned down to whisper, “Oh I don’t think they’d be able to tell… this area is so dense, I’d bet there’s quite a few things that could go unnoticed.”. As if right on queue, you observe as the muscles in Neteyam’s back tense. 

Interesting…

Making sure to keep the direction of your gaze subtle, you turn your head slightly to the side, “And by ‘a few things’ you mean…?” You ask Tehkani, keeping your own voice low, pushing back the wave of nausea that manifests in your stomach when the male brushes the tip of his nose against the shell of your ear, “I mean… with all of this thick foliage and how tiny you are… I’m sure no one would notice if we were to sneak off and maybe… I don’t know, have a private sparring match of our-.”, “-Tehkani.” The growl in Neteyam’s voice has you snapping your attention to him in an instant. He hasn’t moved from where you last saw him, but his body was now angled in an open stance, partially to keep an eye on the two other na’vi that were still sparring through the obstacle course. “If you aren’t offering any useful observation or training advice, then I suggest you focus on the match ahead of you.” To his credit Tehkani held Neteyam’s stare, despite the full intensity of the future Olo’eyktan powered the glare that Neteyam was throwing his way. 

“Actually Teyam, Y/N and I were talking about having a warm up match before it reached our turn on the course.” Damn was he arrogant, yet the tick in Neteyam’s jaw sent a trickle of satisfaction down your spine, his eyes flicking to your own for only a moment. “That won’t be necessar-.”, “Actually I think it would be a great idea.” Your own words seemed to surprise even you as they left your mouth. Neteyam’s gaze once again shot to you, his eyes assessing as he pondered what in Eywa’s name was going through your head. 

It was common knowledge that you really only tolerated the males in your training group, especially when so many of them saw your height as a weakness, so the idea of you actually accepting Tehkani’s offer? Once Neteyam was done trying to read through the aloof expression on your face, he turned his gaze back to Tehkani with a look that was… different. His upper lip curled slightly to partially reveal his fangs, eyes glowing with a predatory… What was it… possessiveness? You could hardly stop the low hiss that left you as you gave Neteyam your own assessing look, now crossing your arms and swatting your tail in outrage. The utter nerve for him to look at anyone like that because of you— not when he refused to even have a casual conversation with you— refused to spend any time with you outside of training in months.

You braced yourself once you realized what you had done when that heated gaze now pinned you to the spot as Neteyam announced to the rest of the group, “Training is over for the day, you are dismissed. Head back to hometree.”. The rest of the na’vi, although a bit confused, heeded their karyu’s words and began making their way back home. You held his glare, knowing that when Neteyam had excused everyone, that it applied to everyone except you. Fine. If he wanted to play that game, you could play too. Fixing your expression to something a tad more inviting you throw a glance to Tehkani as he was still debating whether leaving you alone with the fuming future leader was in your best interest, “I’ll find you when I get back, okay?” You forced your voice into a collected and velvety sounding calm, wrapping up your little display with a gentle brush of your tail against Tehkani’s leg. The male straightened, his eyes now eating every inch and curve of your body up, before giving a slight nod, remembering he was supposed to be playing the roll of the nonchalant playboy and offering a hushed “Sure.” Before turning making his way to catch up to the others, “No. She won’t.” Neteyam spat after him.

Tehkani paused a moment, throwing glances between you and Neteyam like he was watching a game of tennis, before looking to you for… perhaps reassurance? To which you just gave him a curt nod and click of your tongue. That sent him on his way.

 Neteyam didn’t take his eyes off you as he waited a few minutes for the sounds of his students to disappear into the forest. Arms still crossed over his muscles chest as he spoke, “Care to explain yourself?”. You gawked, scoffing at his arrogance. Surely he couldn’t think you were wrong in this instance. “Last time I checked, you were never entitled to any explanation of my actions.”. Your heart clenched at the words. It hurt to challenge him face on like this, but even still, part of you knew that this had been a long time coming. “I am entitled to one when it’s your actions that are distracting from my lessons. So I’ll ask again. Would you care to explain yourself, Y/N?”. 

The further reeling of your upper lip felt all too natural as you bared your fangs at Neteyam, “You’ve got to be kidding me.”, “Am I?” Neteyam challenged with a voice of startling calm and control, “Yes. Cause this has to be some kind of a joke for you to suddenly be acting like this— like I mean something to you when you very clearly have shown me that isn’t the case.”. Neteyam bristled, taking a step toward you to which you matched in retreating a step, “You really think you don’t mean something to me?” You feel like you couldn’t have rolled your eyes any harder, “Oh save me the bullshit, Nete. You’ve hardly even so much as looked at me when we aren’t at training.”

Neteyam let out an elongated sigh, lifting a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose, “So I suppose this is all your tactic to get my attention then? Well congratulations Y/N. You’ve got it. Happy?”. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. It’s like he was treating you as if you were nothing more than a spoiled child. Rage coursed through your veins like venom as you chanced a step toward him, tail raised up high in defiance, “No Neteyam! I haven’t been happy since you shut me out of your life and made me nothing more than an obligation rather than your friend!” There it was. Everything you had kept bottled up, and here you were half ready to throttle him over it. 

Neteyam’s eyes widened, his arms dropped to his sides. He had half a mind to look… startled, as if you had physically struck him. “You truly think I don’t care about you?” His voice was now gentle, almost cautious, his face painted in blatant anguish. “I know you don’t.” The words came out with a regrettable trembling. “Friends don’t just push each other away without giving any sort of reason.”. Neteyam’s ears flattened, his head dropping as he looked at the ground briefly, trying to fight for the right words, but he knew what he’d done. Known all the times you’d approached him that he’d always given excuses that he was busy or straight up walked away. “I know… It’s just. These past few months, with my preparations and shadowing my father I-.”, “I don’t want to hear it, Teyam.”. 

Neteyam flinched at the outburst, cocking his head slightly, “Y/N, you don’t understand how stressful these last couple of months have been. I have been exhausted-.”, “Then you could have told me- asked me for support! But instead you chose to shut me out.” You argued, arms splayed out as if putting yourself open for attack, putting yourself at his mercy and presenting your vulnerability.

“I was trying to figure it out for myself.”, “You abandoned me!”. Pain and regret rippled over Neteyam’s features, his shoulders sagging if only briefly, blinking rapidly as he tried to find the words, tried so desperately to say something that would mend the wound that had been gouged in your relationship. He took a step forward, “I didn’t- Y/N you mean everything to me! You think I wanted you to shoulder my burden for me?”.

“Fuck you!” The words explode from your throat before you can give them a second thought. Neteyam stops dead in his tracks, his chin tilting slightly upward in silent disbelief with a huff of a breath, his jaw tightening as his eyes survey you before him, “Really?”. The lethal tone in which he says the word is like a jab to the gut leaving anxiety to now bubble in your stomach in its wake. Then he inclines his head, eyes narrowing with a heaviness that makes your knees weak, “I suggest you choose your next words very, very carefully, Y/N.”. You suck in a shaky breath as he dares another step toward you, then another, until your back meets the rough bark of the tree behind you. Your ears flatten, nose crinkling slightly in annoyance at your own obliviousness that ended in you being cornered, yet you refuse to give him the satisfaction of thinking he has even an inkling of power over you, so you lift your chin in defiance, forcing yourself to meet the gaze of the future Olo’eyktan standing before you, so close that the height difference between you now blatantly obvious, the top of your head just barely reaching his collarbone, which only proves to make you clench your teeth at the constant “one up” he’s always had on you. 

“Fuck. You.” You hissed the words with strict emphasis, “Fuck you and your self righteous bullshit that you like to parade around the clan. I’m sure it’s real hard for you to hold all of this power over everyone.”

 “Stop it…”

“This sense of privilege you carry just for being the son of Toruk Makto.”

“Y/N…” Neteyam spoke your name with such an edge you never recognized in his voice before, that you would’ve shuddered otherwise, but you didn’t care.

“The mighty warrior, who excels in everything. Future Olo’eyktan and major pain in my ass.”

“Enough!” The growl behind the words finally snapped you back to the present, as if you weren’t in your own body to begin with. You assessed how close the proximity between the two of you had become. The two of you were practically sharing the same breath, Neteyam’s broad chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy, rugged breaths. Yet despite his heavy breathing, nothing in Neteyam’s face showed any signs of the rage that was sure to be fuming under his skin. No, instead his face only bore a mask of pure icy calm. “Get away from me.” Your words were hardly more than a whisper as you held his gaze, fighting not to crumble under it, yet his voice reflected the calm on his face, “No.”.

“Get. Away.” You spat through ground teeth. Again you are met with resistance, “I will not.”. So now it was your turn to resist. Baring your fangs in a snarl you raised your hands, sending a brisk yet firm shove to his chest. Neteyam staggered only slightly before regaining his composure, his amber eyes never leaving yours for even a second, “Again.” Was he using this as a training moment? Your blood rose to a boil in your veins as you raised your hands again, stepping forward to try and utilize the strength in your body to push past him, yet the moment your hand met his chest, Neteyam’s had captured your wrists, now causing you to stagger back as he pinned them above your head. 

Your pulse quickened as you watched him with wide eyes, noses now brushing against one another. He was close. Too close. Close in the sense that it had your blood boiling for more reasons than one. You felt as if the heat in your blood might very well melt you as Neteyam lowered his head to slowly run the tip of his nose down the column of your neck, “Neteyam…”, “You always were such a violent little thing.”. You choked back the whine that threatened to escape your throat as Neteyam’s lips met the space just above your collarbone, “I’m not… I’m not little.” The words came out a bit more breathy than you had anticipated, mentally cursing yourself when you felt Neteyam smirk against your skin. “Aren’t you?” He countered, letting his teeth graze your skin where his lips had been. 

Your breath hitched at that, head falling back in silent defeat, “Fuck off Sully.” You spat, one last attempt to get some sort of control on the situation, yet your resolve was so close to slipping. Neteyam pulled back, a quiet fire roaring in those golden eyes of his as he gripped your jaw in his hand, forcing your gaze to meet his, “You’ve always had such a foul mouth.” He purred, now eyeing said mouth in contemplation, but you would give him no room for contemplation. You would get the upper hand one way or another. With that, you crashed your mouth into his. 

The kiss was rough and sloppy as a mix of lips, tongue and teeth tangled and fought for dominance. Neither of you would back down so easily. Your body cried out as Neteyam pressed his weight into you, hands gripping your hips as his fingers dug into the smooth skin there. You took the opportunity to fist your own hands into his braids, tugging at the roots of his head, only to have a moan ripped from you as Neteyam captured your tongue in his mouth, giving it a firm suck. Your body trembled against his in anticipation, your hips subconsciously grinding against the stiffness beneath Neteyam’s loincloth that now bumped against your stomach. 

Wrenching your mouth from his, your half lidded eyes slid over Neteyam’s face, giving a slow and precise rock of your body against his bulge, “Already hard after a single kiss? I’m shocked Nete, I thought you were going to make me fight for it.” You breathed against his lips as he dove back in for more, briefly parting only to respond, “Eywa, you’re such a…” he broke into a growl, pressing his lips to yours again before continuing, “I wouldn’t be acting so high and mighty if I were you.”. You craned your neck as Neteyam descended from your lips to leave a trail of kisses down your jugular, “Oh? And why not?” You breathed, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, while the other hand stayed firmly lodged in his hair. “Because…” Neteyam let out a breathy groan before dragging his tongue from the base of your neck, all the way to your jaw, then to your ear, “I can smell how badly you want me.” A lick up the shell of your ear, “How wet you are for me.” And then his lips closed around your earlobe, making your body squirm against his, whimpering out pathetically as Neteyam guided your hips to move against him rhythmically.

“Mmn great mother…” you whined following his movements to relieve some form of tension that was building between your legs. “Tell me what you want, yawne…” ‘yawne’, your heart hammered at that, yet you could only respond with another whimper. “Use your words.” You groaned in frustration pushing off of him enough to spread your legs somewhat, letting him stand between them, “Touch me… please Nete..”, “Oh, the brat has manners… I thought I was going to have to make you beg.”. Your skin felt hot against his calloused fingers as he let one hand drift from your hip to the band of your loincloth, skimming it teasingly, “Fuck you.” You groaned, bucking your hips in attempts to entice him further, get him right where you wanted him. “Such a dirty little mouth…” Neteyam growled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth, “Don’t worry, yawne. I intend to.” And with that, his hand plunged past the band of your loincloth, his fingers grazing along your pussy lips that were indeed drenched in your arousal. 

Neteyam swore as he gathered your wetness on his fingers, spreading and massaging it over your clit. Your body trembled, toes curling as you bit into his shoulder, trying your hardest not to let yourself be completely vulnerable. The game was still on and if he wanted you to break for him, he’d have to earn it. Almost as reading your thoughts, Neteyam slipped a finger passed your entrance groaning into your ear at the tightness of it, “You’re so wet, yawne… all for me?” Neteyam mused. Smug ass. “How do you know part of that wasn’t for Tehkani? -Ngahh!” As if answer, Neteyam forced a second finger into you, thrusting deep enough to make his point, ripping a cry of pleasure form your throat, “Don’t you dare say his name while I’m fucking you with my fingers.” Neteyam hissed, nipping at your jawline, “By the time we are finished, I’ll make sure my name is the only one you remember”.

Your back arched, perching yourself on your tip toes as Neteyam’s fingers found the spot that made you into a moaning mess as they began flicking and curling against it. Your hips sputtered against his hand, nails biting into the skin of his back. Your eyes filled with pleasured tears as the knot in your core threatened to snap, pulling tighter and tighter, the song of your pitching voice having Neteyam brace his other hand on the tree beside you, “Go ahead, yawne… say it.”. “Mmn!” You whined helplessly, burning your face in the spot between his neck and shoulder. “Say my name, ma’ yawntu..” Neteyam’s rasped voice purred against your hairline, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Haah… T-Teyam!!” With another flick of his fingers a bolt of lightning shot through your body, having you shuddering against him, as the tears that had brimmed in your eyes now flowed hot down your cheeks. 

Giving you a moment to collect yourself, Neteyam peppered tender kisses along your face before gently removing his hand from your loincloth to fully take in his drenched hand. His soft chuckle brought you out of your dazed euphoria as you looked between his hand and your sodded loincloth, “I don’t think you’ll be able to wear that back to the clan.” Neteyam mused with a cheeky smirk, catching your half hearted glare just as he brought his hand to his lips and began licking it clean. The sight had the ache between your thighs manifesting all over again, biting your lip as you beheld the show before you, all while untying the straps of your loincloth and allowing it to drop to the forest floor between you.

Neteyam’s eyes darkened, half lidded with lust, kicking away the garment as he mirrored your action, making quick work of his own loincloth before tossing it alongside yours. You tried not to look. Tried and failed as the utter girth of him had your thighs clenching together. “I meant it, when I said you were everything to me.” Neteyam hummed, lifting your chin with a finger, forcing you to meet his gaze as his other hand gave his cock a few firm pumps, “Now let me show you exactly how much you mean to me.”. You were nearly beyond words as you spared another glance between his legs, licking your lips as you looked deep into his eyes, “Good… fuck me like you mean it, Nete…”.

Neteyam’s eyes flared at your words, a deep rumbling brewing in his chest as he leaned down, elbows hooking under your knees and hoisting you up and spreading you wide for him, pinning your body against himself and the tree. Your arms were around his neck in an instant, eyes glued to his own before your mouths finally reclaimed each other. This time the pace was sweeter, gentler, knee buckling, if it weren’t for the fact that your knees were now pushed up to your breasts. Then, oh so gently, Neteyam lowered you until his tip prodded at your entrance, his teasing swipes not lasting long once you whined in protest, desperately trying to move your hips to drop onto him. Once he had made the descent, lowering you onto his cock, your whole body melted into his, letting the feeling of him stretching you out consume every conscious thought in your mind. 

“Mmph…Great mother… you’re so tight, yawne- fuuuck.” Neteyam cursed into the crook of your neck, slowly stirring his cock inside you before lowering you down more and more, inch by delicious inch, until he was fully nestled inside of you. A prominent pressure prodded at your lower abdomen, your face a mix of pleasure and slight discomfort as you adjusted to the feeling, “S.. so deep…” you mewled, clinging to him like a babe, your body trembling oh so slightly.

Never had you felt so incredibly full, so completely. Your mind whirled as you willingly gave into him at last, nuzzling your cheek against his own. The action had your scent forcing its way into Neteyam’s nostrils, consuming his thoughts as he groaned in response, returning the favor with a brush of his own cheek and a gentle stirring of his hips. “Oh Eywa…” you whimpered, matching his rhythm to ride along with the slow movements of his hips. “Ahh that’s it yawne… shit… I won’t be able to hold back if you keep moving like that.”. An invitation and yet another challenge, whether he realized he had given it or not. Your hips moved with further motivation, speeding your pace enough that had Neteyam’s eyes rolling back, groaning against your neck. 

When Neteyam opened his eyes again, you gasped to find his pupils were nearly fully dilated, repositioning you by placing both of your calves in his shoulders, his hands now grasping your hips in what could be considered bruising if it didn’t feel so good, so right. Then before you could even begin to beg him to move, Neteyam lifted your hips, sliding you off of his cock until only his tip remained, then slammed you back down with a quickness that had you gasping for air. Again and again, over and over, Neteyam repeated this, fucking into you like his life depended on it, your body bouncing and bucking along with his every thrust. The pressure in your stomach, you realized, was definitely the feeling of his tip brushing the inside of your stomach, owning and claiming every inch of you, inside and out. 

Neteyam’s name became a prayer on your lips, your moans and cries as well as the sound of squelching and slapping skin echoed off the towering trees around you. “Mmmn… you are mine, yawne…” Neteyam groaned against your lips, eating up your moans with primal delight.

“All…”

Thrust 

“Fucking…”

Thrust 

“Mine…”

Thrust

With that final thrust you were sent into your second climax, clenching around his length as you rode out your high. Neteyam swore gripping your hips harder, biting into your shoulder as his cock twitched inside of you before spilling into you, fucking each and every drop straight into your womb. 

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, still catching your breaths, bodies sticky with sweat as you came down from your highs. Neteyam hummed in satisfaction, his tongue slipping out to lick at the bite mark that was now throbbing on your shoulder. “Sorry…” Neteyam breathed, gently nuzzling the spot with his nose as if it would take the ache away, yet you were more focused on the strain in your legs from holding this position. Even still you couldn’t help the small laugh that fell from your lips, “It’s ok, we’re even now.”. Neteyam cocked his head as he pulled away to look at you, the space between his brows pinched in confusion, “I said some… terrible things to you today, I think I deserved getting bit into.”. Neteyam then returned the laugh with a chuckle of his own, shaking his head, “No… you spoke your mind today. You’re right. I was a terrible friend and I neglected you.”.

Another silence fell as Neteyam brushed his cheek along the spot in your shoulder, then your neck, then your own cheek, blissfully basking in each other's scents, “You could’ve come to me you know… talked to me about it.”, “I know…” Neteyam whispered, “I know that now… and I promise I won’t shut you out again..”. Neteyam sighed pressing a kiss to your temple, holding his lips there for a short while before finally saying, “I never… want you to feel like I abandoned you. Never again.”. You held back tears as you rested your forehead against his, “We’ll do better. Both of us. Hopefully as a bit more than friends now.” You half joked, yet the seriousness you were met with when Neteyam pulled back to look into your eyes startled you, “I meant it when I said you are mine, Y/N. Mine and only mine… that’s why…” Neteyam held you close, continuing to brush his skin against yours over and over again in a manner that had you giggling softly, “When we walk back to hometree I want my scent to be on every inch of your body.”.

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Do you still hate me?

MDNI!!🔞

w/c: 2.7k

Pairing: Aged!Up!Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: explicit smut, enemies to lovers, reference of rape, fist fighting, mean Neteyam, dominant Neteyam, cussing, some degrading/dirty talk, porn w plot, I think that’s it??

Summary: enemies to loverssss w Neteyam! Lo’ak is your best friend and it’s caused a rift between you and Neteyam. Hatefulness turns into desire.

A/n: Hey guys! Just wanna let everyone know that I’m only gonna be writing porn w plot lol. So all my character are aged up. I like to have a backstory that builds up the tension, I think it’s so much better but I’m sorry if you think it’s too long or it’s not your thing! Also PLEASE send me ALL your requests and I will do them but please note that I’m only gonna be doing pairings with Jake, Neteyam, and Lo’ak. Enjoy!! 😘

“Hey, wait up!” you call out to Lo’ak. You two were exploring the forest of Pandora, a pastime you’ve both always enjoyed since you were little kids.

“Keep up loser! Not waiting on your skxawng ass!” he yells, not looking back and continuing to run and leap along the terrain.

You and Lo’ak were best friends, platonic soulmates really. Y’all were known for your mischievous behavior and carefreeness, though it’s toned down a lot now at your ages, you being 20 and him being 21. He liked to tease you and call you a baby although he was only older by a few months. Typical Lo’ak behavior.

Growing up you could always count on him for a good time, he was always making you laugh and cutting up with you after your daily schooling and duties were done. The grown ups and your parents would tease you both that you would grow up to be mates. You both thought ‘ewwww’ to that and still do. You loved him very much but not in that way. You were never jealous over each other, you both could talk about your crushes and so forth. There was a sense of respect in your friendship, and being okay that you were just friends and y’all truly didn’t want to ruin that friendship with anything romantic.

Now huffing and puffing and hunching over to catch your breath, you finally caught up to him since y’all were at the edge of the cliff now, right beside a waterfall. It was beautiful.

You stepped to the edge and he playfully tapped you as if pretending to push you off. You get into a play stance and aim to grab his tail. “Skxawng!” you laugh.

“Coming from you?!” he counters. “Hey, mom said she was making teylu tonight, your favorite. Come eat?”

You consider it for a second. Your parents often complained you were at the Sully’s too much, especially when Lo’ak invited you for dinner. And there was also gonna be Neteyam over there… the grumpiest asshole who often tested your patience. But you thought of the mouth-watering teylu and forgot about everything else.

“I guess so. Not because you asked but because I want teylu.” you teased. He just rolled his eyes with a smile and you two headed back to the Sully’s hut.

…

Back at the hut, you and Lo’ak entered in. “Y/n! I’m glad to see you, will you help me finish dinner?” Neytiri asked. She’s always liked you. “Of course!” you smiled.

After you two finished making dinner, she called everyone to come gather to eat in a circle. You took your usual place next to Lo’ak. Then Neteyam walks into the room. He makes eye contact with you and instantly tenses up. He looks away and resumes his broodiness. He was always like this around you. You would catch him laughing and being carefree around others, but it seemed like he absolutely hated you. Like your presence just sickened him. You couldn’t understand why though, all you ever were was nice to him. So now you do hold a grudge against him as all your efforts to be nice have done nothing.

Everyone ate dinner and made small talk about their days. You avoided eye contact with Neteyam of course. “Thank you for dinner mom, it’s delicious.” Neteyam says. “Thank you son but y/n helped me with it, she deserves some appreciation too!” Neytiri chirps.

Neteyam slowed his chewing and looked over at you. “Thank you, y/n” he mumbles. The tension is palpable and the silence is awkward. Everyone knows Neteyam doesn’t take well to you, though they don’t understand why.

After dinner, everyone starts cleaning and doing their own thing as they get ready for bed and settle down. You were looking for Lo’ak and about to cut the corner as you heard him and Neteyam speaking. You freeze and listen closely.

“Why do you always bring her for dinner? You know it’s family time. And plus don’t you ever get tired of being with her all the time?” Neteyam spits.

“Bro, why do you hate her so much? She’s done nothing to you and she’s my friend. Get over yourself,” Lo’ak storms away and before you can move your hiding spot, he runs right into you. You were definitely caught listening and he sees your hurt face. He ushers you away where Neteyam can’t hear or see you and starts trying to calm you. It doesn’t work much and you decide to just head home since you feel so unwanted there. Lo’ak offers to walk you back but you decline and say you want to blow off some steam on your walk by yourself.

…

As you were walking, all these thoughts were going through your head. You were distracted and not paying attention to your surroundings. Then you hear chuckling and low voices. You turn around and see two guys who you recognize but don’t know their names.

“Hey pretty girl, what’re you doing out here so late and all alone?”

The other one approaches you and you try to back up but are backed into a tree. He slides his finger underneath the strap of your top and smiles menacingly at you. “It seems like she wants some attention, huh? Like she’s asking for it..” they chuckle.

Your eyes are wide with fear and adrenaline is coursing through your veins as the realization sets in that you are in serious danger. You regret not letting Lo’ak walk you home.

Then suddenly the one closest to you is stripped away and falls to the ground. It takes you a minute to recognize who it is now punching him ruthlessly and you see that it’s… Neteyam?

The other one tries to get Neteyam off his friend but then he gets sucker punched into the oblivion. You’re just gawking but then finally snap into reality. “Neteyam, stop!!”

He hears your plead and stops. He raised up slowly and is peering down at the guys with their faces bleeding now. “Stay the fuck away from her or next time I’ll kill you both.”

They scatter off and don’t say a word. You’re breathing heavy because a lot just happened. You glance at Neteyam and he holds your gaze as his chest heaves up and down. He turns and starts walking away. Where is he going after what just happened??

“Neteyam, wait!” You run up and grab his arm to turn him to you. His eyes bore into your soul. There’s just a moment of silence as you try to think of the words to say.

“T-thank you for saving me… from those guys” You look down at the ground because you can’t hold his intense eye contact.

He barely nods his head in response and backs away. “You shouldn’t be out here alone this late. Stupid girl. And maybe you should put some more clothes on, you leave nothing to the imagination” He scolds.

Stupid? This was his fault! And commenting on your lack of clothes?? Hell no. “Then next time don’t save me, mighty warrior.” You mocked. “I don’t need you and you don’t impress me like you do everyone else. And you’re not the boss of me”

He just chuckled. “No but if you were mine you would know who was boss.” He towered over you.

Huh? This is outrageous and the most you and Neteyam have ever talked and this is how it goes??

“You’re CRAZY” you shout and push him hard on his chest. “I hate you.” You push him again.

His ears fold back. He can’t hold back anymore.

He grabs both your forearms and pulls you all the way to him and bends down to your ear. “You know what, sevin? I hate you too.” He pulls back and his eyes lock on yours. “I hate how bad I’ve wanted you for so long and you would never even look my way. Too occupied with my brother. I bet you’ve already let him fuck you. I could almost kill him for the fact you’ve always chosen him and not me.” He’s near trembling from a mixture of anger, hurt, and desire.

The truth was he hated seeing you with Lo’ak so much because it was a constant reminder that you weren’t with him. It frustrated him that Lo’ak was the one who got to spend time with you and make you laugh. It should be him, not his baby brother.

His confession has you dizzy, confused and breathless. You couldn’t believe what he just said and questioned if you were in a dream for a second. But no, this was real. Your body was betraying you by being hot all over from his scent in your nose and his breath falling on your skin.

His eyes are searching yours for answer, for anything. You really are just speechless though. He sighs and let’s go of you, ashamed. He goes to walk away and you grab him again to swing him around toward you.

“I’m sorry…” you reach up to hold his cheek with a light touch. “I didn’t know…” your voice cracks a little. “You should’ve told me, you idiot.” You pause for a second, “Lo’ak has not had me. Nobody has.” You confess.

You feel like you’re having an out of body experience but it feels so right. Maybe you were too tired but you honestly felt that Neteyam was being genuine. This realization quickly turned into need.

You go up on your toes to surprise him with a kiss. It’s sweet and warm. You loved the taste of him. You wanted more.

“I’m so sorry, y/n. I have handled this wrong and I am an idiot.”

He swooped back down to press another kiss on you. You open your mouth a little to let his tongue swipe in. The feeling goes straight down to your core that’s gaining more and more slick.

He pulls back and takes a deep breath in. “I smell you, tiyawn. You smell like heaven.” You blush at the fact that your body can’t lie to him. You do want him, want him bad. Even after all his bullshit. But you decided to put your pride aside.

“I need you, Neteyam. Please” you beg. His eyes turn from gentle to dark. Not in the way you’re used to seeing, but dark in a way that was primal. Like a predator watching it’s prey.

“Are you sure?”

You nod yes. He wastes no time and swoops you up bridal style. You look at him with questioning eyes as to where you’re going. “What’s the matter, sevin? Thought I was gonna take you right here for everyone to hear and see?”

…

Once he finds a nice secluded spot with cushiony moss, he lays you down swiftly on it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” he lowers himself on you and plants sloppy kisses on your neck and collar bone. Your breath quickens.

“You’ve no idea how long you’ve visited me in my dreams” he kisses lower, hand snaking up under your top to reveal your breasts.

“Fuck” he breathes. He squeezes his eyes shut and his head drops down. “I could almost cum at the sight of you”

He latched onto one nipple, gently nibbling on it with his teeth. He takes the other in his finger and starts pulling, pinching, rolling.

“Oh!” You cry out and arch back.

“That’s right, syulang. Gonna make you feel so fucking good”

He starts kissing down your stomach and around your hips as he unties your loincloth and slides it down.

“Fuckkk. You’re soaked, y/n. All for me?”

You nod frantically. He grins and gathers some slick from your aching cunt. It glistens on his fingers as he admires it. He sucks them clean.

“So sweet. So fucking sweet”

He lowers himself down to let his face hover over your sex, pulling your soft, plush thighs on top of his shoulders. He looks up at you through his eyebrows and starts feasting.

Electricity courses through your veins and you feel high. “Neteyammm” you whine pathetically. He continues lapping you up and the sounds are straight up sinful. You didn’t want it to ever end.

“Don’t stop!!” You cry. He just moans and groans on you, sending vibrations through you, hitting the spot.

You feel the high coming, it feels overwhelming and all consuming. You have no control over your body now, he has you completely.

“Gonna cum!! Neteyam!!” You pant and squirm, trying to get out of his hold.

He inserts a finger into your hole, “Cum on my face, pretty girl”. His low voice and words send you over the edge. You see stars and your eyes roll back to your head.

“HOLY FUCK!” You scream. He lets you ride out your orgasm on his fingers and face. He’s now covered in all your juices and licks up as much as he can.

“Shit, y/n. Wanna taste you forever” he groans.

You’re panting trying to catch your breath. Eyes half lidded and looking delirious. He raises up and you shift your gaze down to his tented bulge. “Show me” you point with a weak finger.

He flashes a big grin. “Being bossy are we? Who’d I tell you was the boss around here?”

You roll your eyes and softly chuckle. “Please Neteyam. Don’t tease me.” You wiggle towards him and open wide. You look up at him with siren eyes. The playfulness in him goes away and is replaced with hunger once again. He unties his loincloth and tossed it to the side. You bite your lip in anticipation.

He lines up his cock with your entrance and pushes in. The stretch was so good, as he brushed past all the right places. You looked at him and you both held eye contact, staring into each others souls. As he pushed and pushed you both shared looks of pain and pleasure, mouths agape and eyes fixated on the other. He finally bottomed out as far he could go, you couldn’t believe how full you were. Full of Neteyam, your worst enemy. Or so you had thought.

“Ready tìyawn?”

“Yes!! Go!!” You beg. He pulls out and slams back in.

“Oh, fuck!!” You yell. He starts a pace that has you losing your mind. He lowly groans and occasionally grunts.

“I wonder what your best friend Lo’ak would think about you under me, huh?”

You can only manage to moan in response. You can’t think about anything but your pleasure and Neteyam’s dick stuffed inside you.

He grabs your face and gets nose to nose. “Tell me, will Lo’ak ever get to see you so needy under him like this?” He never stops with his pace, skin steadily slapping and breaths and whines collecting in the air.

“N-no. We’re just friends” you whisper.

“Promise??”

“Yes!!! Please Neteyam!”

“Please what?”

“Make me cum!!”

He growls at your needy plea and fucked out appearance. He speeds up and buries his face in your neck. He’s losing it and feels his own release approaching.

“Shittttt, y/n. You feel so damn good. Please don’t let this be the last time I ever get to be in this pussy” he breathes on you.

You’re so fucked out you can barely form a complete thought but you understand his request. “It’s yours Neteyam! All yours!!”

He moans in appreciation. You feel the coil about to burst and hold onto him tight as he rocks into you ruthlessly.

“Neteyam!!”

“Mmmmmmm” he’s muffled from being in the crook of your neck.

You both cum at the same time, spasming on each other. He releases his load inside you and you take it in greedily while you come down from your climax. He stills and goes limp on you.

“Do you still hate me?” He jokes.

You roll your eyes and swat him playfully. “The bigger question is how are we gonna tell Lo’ak?”

“We’ll worry about that later. For now, sleep.” He kisses your head and you both fall asleep on each other peacefully surrounded by the forest.

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[starofthesea7]

Neteyam- Who do you want?

Neteyam is like an older brother to you…until he isnt. Gets a little steamy at the end, enjoy!

…

Neteyam had always been like an older brother to you. The Sullys had taken you in after your parents had died in battle years ago, and you had basically grown up together. You had always been incredibly close with the oldest son, but recently, you’d begun to notice a shift in your platonic dynamic. The way his eyes would linger on your just a little too long from across the room made you wonder if your life long dream had finally come into fruition. 

For as long as you can remember you’d had feelings for Neteyam. The way he stood, slightly reserved, backed away from the action before him. You loved the way his shoulders hunched slightly, as if he was hyper aware of his tall stature, wanting to slouch to put others at ease. He was tall now, and broad too, with large hands you loved to watch at work. The hands that had showed you how to sharpen a blade, shoot an arrow. He was only a year and a half older than you, but he knew so much about things that were alien to you, and he was always so patient. In turn you would teach him how to mend his clothing, or what berries he could snack on while he was out during a hunt.

You loved the way his belt sat low on his hips, and the way his hair swayed when he walked with the confidence radiated from him. You had only ever had eyes for him, your Neteyam. 

But recently, he’d seemed to become more reserved toward you. He would keep his replies to your questions short and curt, eyes averted when you spoke to him. It hurt. 

…

It was true he was avoiding you, but not for the reason you had assumed.

If only you knew. If you knew the way he watched you, how your hips swayed as you walked, or your cheeks peeked out from below your sash. How he would stare as you bent down to gather mushrooms. How your hair fell loosely down your back to the dimples just above your sash that sat just a little too low on your hips- he had to tear his eyes away. His face was heated. 

How could this happen? One day something had changed. One day you were grown, and you were beautiful and he wanted you. He’d imagined so many things, dirty things that would never happen. He thought about you when he laid in bed at night, just a room away. If he’d had the guts-or the insanity, he could get up, and go to you, touch you, feel you. You’d been his first wet dream, he remembered waking up a mess, inside and out. The thought made him crazy. What would his parents think? What would you think? He had to distance himself. Perhaps try to find a girl, someone other than you, to distract himself. 

…

It was the day of celebration, a new year was beginning and it was a night to welcome a time of plenty and blessings. You were in your room that you shared with Kiri, finishing getting ready. It was dark out, and almost everyone had left to set up the tables for food, or start the bonfire. Lamps hung around your vanity, and jewelry was strewn about the table top. 

Of course, you had decided you wanted a new chest covering for the day. Making clothing pieces was your favourite pastime, and you were known as one of the best sewers in the clan. It made you happy to help out in that small way, mending and creating clothes for the tribe. Tonight, you had made something especially feminine and slightly daring. It was short, and if you lifted your arms the swell of your breast peeked out from below the fabric. You told yourself it was only for you, but a small voice in the back of your head couldn’t let you forget about your unrequited love. Perhaps he would glance your way. You’d saved the sewing for the last minute and now you were frantically finishing up your hair before changing into your outfit.

You inspected yourself in the mirror. You had to admit, you looked good. Gold rings adorned your hair which had a few tiny braids, scattered about. Thick dark waves fell down your back and a little pink jewel hung just above your forehead. Your chest covering was done and you tied the two straps behind your neck, struggling slightly with all the different strings. Why did you make this so complicated? You reached for the the bottom two but when you tied them together it ended up untying the knot you had just made. Fuck. You groaned.

Deciding this was fruitless labor you ventured out into the common room to see if Kiri or Neytiri was still home. 

“Hey can someone help me?” No one was insight.

“Yeah one sec.” Neteyams voices floated through the wall to your ears. You felt light headed. 

“Oh its okay I-” 

He was emerging from his room. He looked so good. His face was relaxed. His eyes danced with the reflection of the fire in the middle of the room. They travelled down to where you clutched your top to your chest and widened ever so slightly and he straightened, clearing his throat. “Oh-uh, need me to do up the back? I dont think anyone else is home.”

You gulped. “Um, yeah actually, thanks.” You smiled at him and he smiled back.  It had been a while since you’d been this close to him and your heart was beating out of your chest- he could probably hear it. You wanted to kick yourself, he saw you as a little sister, nothing more. Nothing more. 

He walked up to you, eyes lingering on your top, “Turn around.” His voice was deep, quiet. You obeyed, and his fingered brushed your shoulderblade as he swept your hair over your shoulder. 

“’S too short.” He said it matter-a-factly, referring to your new garment.

You heated up, “Erm, I wanted something fun.” Why were you embarrassed? Ashamed? It wasn’t his place to say. He was just being protective. Like an older brother would.

“You shouldn’t wear this kind of thing, the guys will talk about you.” 

“Oh? Maybe I want them to.” You were teasing him, but he didn’t bite your line.

“Trust me, you don’t.” He was hard behind you, but knew he had little grounds for jealousy. He changed the subject, “Ok, tell me what to do.” You melted, and decided to let it go. 

“The right bottom string gets tied with the left top string, and vice versa.” 

You could feel him tying the correct strings together, he was intent, meticulous.

“Are you triple knotting it?” You grinned. 

“What? I can’t have it falling off at the celebration, It would all be my fault. Plus imagine-” he trailed off. You glanced back at him. 

“What?” 

“Nothing.” He blushed and went back to work. It was quiet again, but for the crackling of the fire. 

“Why dont we talk anymore, ‘Teyam.” You blurted out. He blew out a breath of air he’d subconsciously been holding. 

“What do you mean? We talk.”

“No we don’t. Not like we used to.” 

A pause. “I don’t know I guess things have changed a bit. We’re older now.”

You straightened, “Hell, it’s time for you to start looking for a mate.” You were testing the waters. He glanced at you, looking up as he finished his work. He dropped his hands and they grazed your striped waist, leaving a tingly trail behind them. You turned to face him slowly, your chests were so close they threatened to touch. Your breasts rose as your breath hitched. 

“Oh, yeah? Why, is there someone I should have in mind?” He was teasing. Your eyes flickered to his mouth.

Me you wanted to whisper, yell at him. “I dont know… What are you looking for? A hunter?” Your voice was quiet, timid.

He shrugged, “Not really my type.” 

“Cook? Tutseya makes a mouth watering stew” 

He shook his head. “I dont want Tutseya.”

You looked up at him through your lashes. How could you tell him you wanted him. How could you tell him that you thought of him every minute of every day. 

He tilted his head. He was trying to read you. Calculating his next move, making sure he didn’t misread a single sign. His voice was low. “I like sewers.” Your eyes widened with realization. You’re breasts grazed his chest and he tensed. 

“I sewed this.” You whispered, gesturing to your top.

“I know.” His eyes searched yours. 

“’Teyam.” You felt light headed, your hands found his upper arms, clutching at him as if he would keep you from floating away. You looked up at him with glassy eyes full of emotion. “’Teyam please don’t tease me.” 

His eyes softened with kindness, and he raised his large hand to cradle the back of your head. He pulled at your hair, tilting you face up towards him. He tilted his head and paused as your lips grazed each other, and you tried to move toward him, held back by his grip on your hair. Now he was teasing you. 

“Never.” Then he kissed you, soft and deep. He was hot and enveloping and he smelled like damp earth. Your grasp on his arms tightened and his other hand pulled you in by your lower back, so that your pelvises were flush. His body was hard and strong and you melted into his touch like putty, arms wrapping around his neck. 

His hand grabbed the waistband of your loincloth just above your ass, tugging it upwards involuntarily, and you felt the friction in your core. You jumped, and he grinned into the kiss. He pulled at it again and you groaned softly.

His mouth traveled to your neck, leaving sloppy kisses behind. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long, you don’t even know.” He mumbled.

You’re lips parted, “Trust me I know.” His hand tightened in your hair. 

“Why did we wait so long?” His words came out as a groan.

Suddenly his ears perked up and his mouth left your neck. His head turned and he stepped away from you, your hands reached out to follow him involuntarily at the loss of heat. He tugged your loincloth back down to it’s original spot with a languid hand seconds before the door swung open.

“What are you two losers doing here? Ive been looking everywhere for you!” Loak was smirking. He didn’t notice your glassy eyes or puffy lips. The way your chest was heaving.

“Um,” you felt dizzy, “We were just heading out.” You looked up at Neteyam with pupils blown wide, and he nodded.

“After you,” he smiled, his large hand pressing the small of your back. How good it was to have him near you again.

This new year was sure to be blessed. 

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[tiyawnyana]

Kinkmas : Day 7

Under a Table/Blanket

A/N: hope yall had a great christmas/holiday!

Pairing: Rotxo x fem! Navi reader

Warnings: under a blanket, outdoors, cockwarming, teasing, creampie, almost being caught

You sit idly, watching the bonfire and listening to your friends stories and laughter as everyone drinks down some fermented berry drinks. There's a slight chill in the air, so you're covered in a soft woven blanket gifted to you from Tsireya.

You're perched in your partners lap, his fingers clutching over your hips desperately and he rests his forehead against your shoulder blade.

"Mmph, paskalin," Rotxo almost slurs, kissing over your skin tenderly,"Please, can we go?"

You shift your hips and stifle the grin on your lips at the sound of a poorly covered whimper. He's hard, completely unsheathed by now beneath his tewng thansk to your ministrations of rolling your hips just slightly and laying the plush of your bum over him.

"Not yet, ma'yawntutsyìp, we haven't had the opportunity to hang out with our friends much," you coo softly, turning to gaze at him,"We wouldn't want to spoil that, would we?"

He grumbles against your shoulder and you snicker, turning in his lap and cupping his cheek to kiss his lips sweetly.

You think for a moment, biting your lip as you gaze at his darkened cheeks and pleading eyes.

"Aw, how could I ever say no to you?"

He almost perks up, moves to sit up and leave, but spots how you sneak a hand down his front, teasingly touching over his flexing abs. He inhales sharply when your knuckles graze over his hardened flesh, soon making contact with his member. He ducks into your neck, panting against you and clinging hard enough to your hips that there's sure to be bruises later.

You hear some snickering to your right, obvious that your friends are making fun of how lovey you were on Roxto.

Your smirk, kissing him sweetly once more and swallowing the moan he releases when you tug his length out of his tewng and stroke him quickly, rubbing your thumb over the tip.

Thank goodness the blanket hadn't fallen off of the two of you by now, because you're quick to pull away from his length and mouth, ignoring his huff of frustration and turning around. You act like you're getting comfortable, but you're simultaneously tugging your own tewng to the side and grasping his length, aiming at your wet cunt.

"W-wait, oh, Eywa-" He whispers, looking around frantically before holding his breath and slumping into you.

To everyone else, it looks normal; typical love birds getting cozy around the fire. You smirk to yourself, inching down on his length and masking the slight sting of the stretch, but luckily your slick helps ease the way.

After a moment, you're sitting on him completely, his length buried deeply into your gummy walls and he clutches onto you, panting against your shoulder.

"You feel so good, yawne," you coo softly, leaning back to kiss his temple.

He whines softly, wrapping his arms tightly around your midsection,"Pl-please, mmph-"

Your walls pulse around him and his length presses snug against your cervix and all those sensitive parts inside, leaving you shivering and trouble masking your pleasure. You start to think that this was a bad idea, especially when your friends start to rough house and try to involve your partner, to which you grumble at them and say you're too comfortable to let him move.

He's breathing heavier against you, hands tracing over your ribs and stomach.

You take this moment to roll your hips, rocking on his length just slightly enough to have him poorly muffling a whine into your hair.

"No- no more, too much," he pants, clenching his eyes shut.

You ignore his plea, keeping an eye on your friends around you as you clench your inner walls,"Can you finish for me?"

Your voice is sweet like nectar, cooing in his ear soft once again and he's gripping you harshly, pressing you firmly against himself, panting against your neck.

"C'mon, tahni," you shimmy your hips,"Cum for me."

He bites his lower lip hard, a stifled whimper being swallowed down as the combined amount of pressure and heat around his length, with the fact that the added thrill was surprisingly good, he cums deep into your cunt.

It last for a solid minute, filling you up and leaving you breathless, needing your own orgasm.

You realize that you'd zoned out for a minute there, too wrapped up in being stuffed full of cum, to hear your name being called.

"-seem tired?" Tsireya's voice is sweet, concerned as she leans towards you two.

"What was that?"

She snickers,"Maybe you two should head home, you seem tired."

Roxto plays tired, slowly lifting his head with a mock sleepy grin,"We should, yawne," followed by a yawn.

You nod, feigning a yawn too,"Yeah, I'm sorry, Reya, it's been a long day.."

"Don't apologize! Go get some rest, you both need it," Tsireya, sweet and caring as always, tells everyone to start to quiet down and begins to smother the fire.

You take a moment when everyone is distracted to quickly lift off of his length and fix your tewng, ignoring his hiss at the cold before he quickly fixes his own tewng too. You stand, folding the blanket over your arm and wait for Roxto, smiling softly down at him.

When you're finally out of ear shot, you grip his bicep and speed up to your shared marui.

He snickers,"Who's eager now?"

You roll your eyes fondly,"Shut up, skxawng, or I'll pleasure myself and make you watch."

A/N: love him

Tags: @akoyaxs @vee1728 @ikeyniofthetayrangi

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Love Me Tender (Lazy sex with Neteyam)

Neteyam X Na'vi Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, SMUT, P in V , dirty talk, mentions of edging, teasing, dom!Neteyam, swearing, vulgar language, overstimulation

“Neteyam please…” you beg in efforts to convince your mate to fuck you properly, moving your hips against his nearly still ones to urge him on. Neteyam had you laying on your side, his hand caressing your hip to stimulate you further, as your body grew more and more sensitive. “No squirming yawne… stay like this for a bit longer. Ohh you’re clenching around me so tight.. you really are desperate for more aren’t you, tanhì?”, he teases giving your hip a firm squeeze as he continues to rock his own at a mind numbingly slow pace, leaning back slightly with his other hand on his hip, just watching his cock slip in and out of your soaked cunt.

Although Neteyam typically puts your pleasure before his own, the day had been long and strenuous needing nothing, but to feel your warm, gummy walls hugging his cock. After going at this teasing pace for so long, your walls start to become hypersensitive. One lazy thrust in particular brushing against your g-spot just right, caused you to let out an involuntary whimper at the fleeting sensation. It catches you off guard when in the next second Neteyam grasps firmly onto your hip, using it to pull you roughly onto his cock as he forcefully thrusts into you. Not too fast… yet hard enough to make your body jolt at the sudden impact. A yelp falling from your lips at the action.

“Mmm so pretty… you sound so vulnerable my love… are you really that sensitive?” Your mate continues to tease, lifting your leg so that your calf rests against his shoulder, his fingers massaging your thigh, groping it in slow circles. The new angle allowing new sensations to fester, however it still wasn’t enough to scratch that itch that had been building since the two of you had started, “T-Teyam please.. my yawntu I can’t take this anymore” you plead desperately, your face pressing into the cot below you. “Why do you rush, yawne? Besides…” another hard thrust, matching that of his previous one, earning the same reaction from you. Neteyam lowers your leg, only to push it up to your chest, driving himself deep inside of you, holding there while leaning down to nuzzle against your ear as he whispers hoarsely, “…We have the whole night. Let’s enjoy it, hm?”. You nod your head in response, only because you fear that whatever words that would leave your throat would not be coherent enough to understand with the way his cock was pressing against your crevix, earning a soft chuckle from your mate before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Does that feel good, yawne?” He groans breathily into your ear, grinding his cock head against your cervix tenderly, loving the way your body immediately starts to squirm and grind back on him. “M-mhm!”, “Yeah? You like to feel me filling you up like this?” He whispers back to you, his breath hot against your ear. “Y-yes!” You reply in a barely audible whimper, closing your eyes tight as you enjoy the feeling while it lasts, knowing he was doing all of this just to taunt you further.

“Haha alright, lay on your stomach for me…” he purrs, pulling out momentarily to watch as you roll from your position on your hip to lay flat on your stomach, thighs squeezing together. “Good girl… f-fuck..” He breathily whispers as he pushes himself back into you, slowly massaging and spreading your ass cheeks as he continues a steady pace of hard yet slow thrusts. Ears twitching and flicking with each small whine or whimper that leaves you. You arch your back, pressing your rear against his pelvis at another fleeting attempt to get Neteyam to speed up, only to be met with his hands gripping your ass tighter, slightly pushing you forward, “You are going to make me cum if you keep pressing on me like that…my needy little tìyawn, be patient for me… please..”. His voice was becoming more and more shaky with each stroke of his cock, unintentionally edging himself all in attempts to tease you, releasing small whimpers that he tries to muffle by biting his lower lip. This new realization gives you an idea, carefully reaching back behind you, you grasp one of his wrists at first, as if to egg him on, before drifting down between his legs and wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock, causing his hips to jerk in surprise. “Haah! S-shit yawne..” Neteyam gulps, brows knitting together, mouth falling agape as he continues to rock into you, allowing your hand to stay where it is for the time being, letting you pump him as he thrusts languidly into you. His restraint wearing thin showing in the way his cock twitches within the confines of your aching pussy. 

“Yawne.. y-yawne… yaw-haahh…” you can’t help, but giggle at your mate’s resolve rapidly depleting, listening to his weak, trembling pleads. “What’s the matter Nete? Getting sensitive?” You purr with a cheeky smirk, looking back at him from over your shoulder. The minute the words leave your mouth, Neteyam has your hand removed from his cock, pinning it down behind your back, his other hand grasping the back of your neck, pushing your face further into the cot. “Don’t toy with me, muntxa.” Neteyam growls, pressing himself deep into your cunt once more, shifting his hand to cup your throat, pulling your head to face upward toward the ceiling of your marui, “You want me to fuck you that badly? Then say it.”. Shivering at his sudden change in demeanor, you muster up the courage to keep on with your game, pushing your rear back onto him just as you did before, “Mmm my Nete… I can feel how badly you want to cum inside me. Do it… ram your cock inside of me like I know you wa- ahh!” You’re suddenly cut off when your body is bucked forward as Neteyam slams his hips against your plush ass. “Such a dirty little mouth… I’m going to make it scream my name. Take it, take all of me, yawne.” 

Punched noises escape you as Neteyam begins a vigorous pace of rough and short thrusts, your body bouncing with his every buck. The angle in which your body was contorted by him made it all the easier for his cock to abuse your g-spot. Your free hand aimlessly grips the cot beneath you, body trembling as you attempt to crawl out of your mate’s overly passionate grasp, only for him to pull you right back by your hips, “Is this not what you wanted, yawne? What you were begging for? I know it feels good, you’re clenching onto me so tightly… I can hardly keep myself together.” Neteyam groans, his voice wavering as he picks up his pace, jutting his hips into you over and over again, hitting every raw and sensitive ridge of your cunt. The pressure rapidly building in your core was driving you crazy, nearly screaming as the knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter, “Oh Nete! Oh great mother- Don’t s-stop, don’t stop I’m so close!” You plead, body writhing as much as it can as you are forced to take thrust after thrust under Neteyam’s weight. 

A faint chuckle is heard from over your shoulder, as Neteyam bends down toward your ear once more, “Anything for my pretty girl… just keep saying my name, yawne.. cum for me.” He growls into your ear, nibbling on its tip as he rails you from behind. The way Neteyam’s cock was sliding through your velvety walls with such ease made it difficult for you to even think straight, your body trembling as your orgasm came to its peak, crashing over with an intense snap of the knot in your core, “Net-Nete! My Teyam!”. Neteyam’s heavy panting fills your ears as you steadily come down from your high, his hips sputtering as his own release closed in on him, grunting helplessly as you milked him dry, continuing to pump his seed into you even as his cock began to soften, before collapsing onto your back with an exasperated sigh, holding himself up by his forearms, as if to not completely crush you under his body weight. Gently shifting your hair from off your neck, Neteyam begins to leave a trail of gentle kisses from your shoulder to your neck and up to your jawline. “My yawne… oh my yawne..” he coos breathlessly to you, his hips softly stirring his cock inside of you, earning tired, strained whines from your weak form. “Was that hard enough for you, my love?” Neteyam whispers sweetly against your skin, his words slightly muffled as he continues to pepper kisses along your cheek, “Or do I need to give you an example of just how passionately I can fuck you?” His soft voice morphs into a deep rumble, opening his mouth to gently bite the flesh of your cheek, stirring his already hardening cock in you with more purpose. “T-Teyam… my tìyawn, I need a moment. My body is too weak” you whimper softly, eyes closed from exhaustion as you continue a steady stream of panting. “Oh? But you told me not to stop… and I would hate to disappoint my mate” Neteyam purrs, his accent heavy and emphasizing the word mate as it leaves his lips. You could already tell by the way that your mate was carefully adjusting your position, rolling you onto your back so you could meet his gaze, just how hungry he had been for you all day and that this was hardly the end of what was to be many rounds of passionate love making.

Thank you to @pandoraslxna, @jakexneytiri, and @headsincloud9 for fueling my inspiration for this smutty little drabble. As we get closer to 1k followers, I get more and more motivated to create exciting stories for you all to enjoy. Please accept this fic as a token of my appreciation while I continue to work on I Need You part 2 and my 1k special fic!

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Kinkmas Day 11

B r e e d i n g K i n k

Jake x Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: 🔞MDNI🔞, age difference, reader in heat, p in v, grinding, vulgar language, dirty talk, themes of infidelity

You were one of the best hunters of your generation among the clan. Your skill and prowess only grew once you reached full maturity. You were a force to be reckoned with and even caught the eye of the Olo’eyktan himself. Of course it did help that you grew to become close friends with his youngest son, although the idea did come as a shock to most of the clan members, seeing how you were soft spoken and reformed while Lo’ak was… well Lo’ak. Jake seemed to take more of an interest in your skills after you presented them pushed to their limits during your first RDA raid. 

Jake relied on you for a lot of the heavy lifting when it came to making sure the party’s ground assets were always tightly formed, so when his eyes scanned the blue faces of the na’vi before him during the scheduled war party meeting, he was taken aback to find you nowhere in sight. As he released the members after the meeting, his eyes caught Lo’ak before he could make it too far, wasting no time in calling him over, who with a roll of his eyes, begrudgingly turned to face his father. “Y/N wasn’t at today’s meeting. You know anything about that?”, “No sir, but she was in a bit of a mood this morning.” Lo’ak grumbled, his expression shifting to garner a look of frustration as a faint memory of the day’s earlier occurrences played back in his mind. 

Jake’s brows creased at his son’s tone, “A mood? What D'you mean a mood?”, “I mean when I met up with her today she was acting like she was trying to avoid me. Even hissed at me when I touched her shoulder, like I had hit her or something.”. Jake’s weight shifted as he rested his hands on the ammo packs attached to his hips, “Yeah? So what did you say to ‘er to piss her off.” Jake’s tone turned a bit more pointed as his eyes narrowed on Lo’ak. It seemed despite how much his son grew, he was still a pro at causing trouble. Lo’ak’s tail whipped as he became defensive, his muscles slightly tensing as he could feel the impending scolding that was sure to follow the familiar look in Jake’s eyes, “Nothing! She seemed fine last night, I don’t know why she’s acting like this… although…”, “Although what? Out with it.”. 

Lo’ak cocked his head for moment, his eyes focused on something in the distance as he tried to piece together certain details from his encounter with you, “She did… smell different.”. Jake was about to shoot a comeback at his son for the irrelevant detail, that was until a sudden thought crossed his mind, “You said she was trying to avoid you… was it just you or did it look like she was trying to avoid anyone else?”. Lo’ak shrugged, now creasing his own brows as he tried to remember, “I don’t know, maybe? She seemed in a rush though. Why?”. It was a loose piece of evidence to go off of, but if his hunch was right, he needed to find you. Make sure that you were ok. Either you were in a really shit mood and needed to blow off some steam or you were in heat.

 “I’ll find her.” Jake spoke briskly as he turned away from Lo’ak and began heading toward his ikran to ride into the forest, “What? Wait- dad I’ll come with you.” An immediate red flag. Although the idea of having an extra set of hands to bring you back wasn’t a bad idea, if his suspicions were correct he feared Lo’ak probably wouldn’t have to back bone to resist the urges coaxed out from your pheromones, “No, stay here. Just make sure there’s fresh water for her in her marui, I’ll bring her back.”. A faint “yes sir” was heard as Jake took off on his ikran. There were a few places he thought to look, but you couldn’t have gotten far, not if your hormones were already acting up before you had left.  

Surprisingly it didn’t take long for Jake to catch onto your scent, and as Lo’ak had stated before, he too could attest that it was definitely different. More sweet, more… alluring. Jake found you only a couple miles from the omaticaya’s hideout in the mountains. His scent had guided him to a cave still decently close to the hideout, almost dangerously so, considering how easily he found you. His heart ached as your strained whimpers began to echo in his ear. As he grew closer, pieces of your clothing littered the cave floor, discarded carelessly in efforts to rid yourself of the suffocating garments. Although he tried to prepare himself for the scene he was seconds from walking in on, he still found his breath catching in his throat, swallowing hard as he caught your form straddling a large soaked rock next to the wall of water on the other side of the cave. The waterfall made the rock sleek and slippery, an easy surface to grind on when your feeble little fingers weren’t doing the job. 

You weren’t necessarily soaked, but a generous layer of water rolled off your skin, your face completely flushed in color, eyes glossed with desperate tears, nails digging into the rock for some sort of traction. The small space reeked of your arousal, your pheromones now rampant in the confined space of the cave. It wasn’t necessarily the sound of his voice that took you out of your trance, seeing as how the roaring of the waterfall beside you was filling that part of your senses. No, instead it was his smell. Of course you knew it by now, it was similar to Lo’ak’s, but more musky. Even in a casual setting when you weren’t horny out of you mind, you still caught yourself taking small whiffs of him. 

Your head nearly snaps in his direction as the foreign scent intrudes your nostrils and fuck did you just look so helpless, practicing crying out his name when the two of you lock eyes. ‘Keep it together, Jake. This isn’t what you’re here for’, Jake tries to remind himself as he slowly approaches you with his hands out in front of him as if you were some wild beast to tame, “Hey there, princess. I’m here to take you home.” Jake’s voice drops to a low and soothing tone, yet it does little to calm your nerves, only infuriating the swarm of butterflies that were nesting in your stomach. An involuntary moan escapes you when his voice sends a shiver down your spine, along with the cute little nickname he calls you when you’re off duty.

“I cannot… it burns!” You mewl, mindlessly fucking yourself on the stone surface, “Please- ma’ Olo’eyktan.. make it stop.” Your words are choked out and hoarse, making the sting in Jake’s chest intensify seeing you in this state. “You know I can’t do that, kid…” He says trying to sound as sympathetic as he can, inching a few steps closer. He’s trying to get a grip on himself, but he’d be lying if he denied that your pheromones weren’t already enacting reactions from his own body, the painstakingly growing tightness in his loincloth being the most obvious. Even in your inebriated state however, you are no fool. Your eyes drift between his thighs as he moves closer until Jake is within reach, your eager little fingers looping around the band of his loincloth with a swiftness, pulling him closer than he had originally planned to. 

Your cheek pressed to his soft belly, as your hands drifting down to his thighs, running your hands up and down them as you inhaled his scent like a drug, “Mm- but you can… you must want to. Do you not smell me? I can make you feel so good ma’ Olo’eyktan.. please.” You purr breathlessly, fighting against his hands as he tries to move out of your touch, obviously without being too rough so that he doesn’t hurt you; an act that is becoming increasingly harder the more his head begins to spin with the smell of your pheromones. “Yeah.. yeah I smell you a little too well, kid… but I need you to be a good girl and come back to base with me ok?”.

His words fall on deaf ears however, when the hand he uses to gently push your face back up to look at him sparks a new fire in your eyes. With his clammy palm pressed against your cheek, you gently shift your face to the side nuzzling into it, “You are sweating, ma’ Olo’eyktan.. let me help~.” And before he can do anything to stop you, your lips are wrapping around his thumb, sucking on it tenderly, blinking up at him with an expression that is far too arousing to be played off as innocent. “Shit…” he curses under his breath, swallowing the buildup of saliva that had accumulated in his cheeks. Your lips follow as Jake attempts to withdraw his thumb from your mouth until you release it with a soft pop sound.

This was bad, his body felt hot all over, his cock now raging beneath his tewng and while he hated to admit it, your tactics of persuasion were starting to work. You could tell all he needed was that final push. “Fuck Y/N… you can’t be doing stuff like that.” He huffs, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand, “But why? You are enjoying it, are you not?” You purr as a slight cheeky smirk forms on your lips as your face lowers to nuzzle at the very prominent bulge in his loincloth. With your eyes half lidded and dripping in lust, your nimble fingers begin to undo the packs of ammunition on his waist, clicking the clasps open before moving to the strings of his tewng, which Jake does nothing to stop, watching as it falls to his feet. His chest rises and falls at a consistent rate as he watches you press his cock between your breasts completely lost for words whilst you moan at just the contact of his hardness. 

“Please Jake… I am in pain. My womb aches to be full of your children.” You whine, continuing to grind your cunt into the slippery rock. “Fuck…” Jake practically growls to himself knowing his restraint was slipping away all too quickly. He really did try to hold himself back as much as he could, but even the strongest of Na’vi men were vulnerable to a woman in heat. So when Jake moved to lay you on your back with your calves on either side of his shoulders, he told himself it was inevitable. His eyes wandering all around your shimmering skin until they landed on your intimates, a low more lustrous growl now breaking from his throat, “Shit princess look at you… you’ve just been abusing this little pussy haven’t you? All puffy and red…” he hums hoarsely as his fingers caress the folds of your cunt, gathering the slick just so smear it onto his throbbing cock.

A broken and needy whine rings in Jake’s ears as you attempt to buck your hips closer to his cock that seemed to tease you as it stood in the air, just inches from your soaked entrance, “Please- please Jake, do not make me wait, I have suffered for long enough.”, “Shh… I know sweet thing… I’ll take real good care of you, alright?” He hums and your heart practically skips a beat when you feel the fat tip of his cock finally press against your entrance, “Oh please, please, please- haah!” Your jaw drops as your Olo’eyktan pushes into your sopping cunt, the warmth of your walls eagerly welcoming him in. Your fingers are quick to dig into his biceps as he rests his hands beside your waist to steady himself.

Your back arches as you become blatantly and utterly filled to the brim with him, his cock reaching places your fingers have never had the chance to. Your eyes roll back before fluttering closed as his tip pressing tenderly against the opening of your cervix, your entire body feel both incredibly light yet so terribly fragile and the only thing that was stopping you from breaking was him. “You alright kid?” Jake’s raspy voice asks from above you. When your eyes open again the same siren-like look is extremely present as your body now demands for more. “Y-yes please… please.” Is all you are able to muster, grinding your hips to meet his still ones, desperate to get them to move. “Jesus… you’re gonna get me in trouble, kid.” Jake groans, finally reeling back his hips only to snap them forward, bucking your body with it. 

Another distant curse is whispered under Jake’s breath as his hips still again once he’s bottomed out for a second time. The calm before the storm it would seem, as Jake’s hands move from the stone surface to your hips, fingers digging into your sides possessively as he finally begins fucking into you at a even pace. His thrusts are strong and oh so deep, you swear you can feel him in your stomach. All you can do is submit, letting yourself completely unravel beneath him, your body writhing and moving with his, chanting his name like a prayer which only eggs him on further, making him increase his speed, fucking into you like it was the only thing that mattered. 

“Ng-Ahha!” You moan out as Jake leans down to plant his face into the warmth of your neck, forcing your legs nearly behind your head as they step rest on his shoulders, opening you up further to drive himself into you. His tongue waste no time lapping at your neck, searching for the places where you pheromones were strongest, “Good girl… opening yourself up like this for me. Letting me fuck you just right.” He groans into your skin, his hips relentless that seem to have no end, “Such a good fucking girl.”. You are past the point of coherent words, now only bound to outlandish moans and whines of ecstasy, before long being forced into orgasm after orgasm. 

“Mmn! W-want.. want your babies, please Jake!” You croak between moans, now clawing at any part of him you could reach. A broken groan escapes Jake as his hips snap against you with particularly hard thrust, “You… fuck- you don’t mean that baby girl…” he’s heard these words before, he knew you wouldn’t feel this way under different circumstances, but of course you refused to listen, pleading with him invein as you tried to make your case. That you did want it- and perhaps a part of you truly did, but it was a dream that was unrealistic, at least to a man that was already mated. 

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My Little Tawtute

Neteyam x Curvy!Human Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Synopsis: Your relationship with Neteyam was unique to say the least. Nothing ever going farther then some light touches and some cuddling, but what happens when Neteyam decides to push the boundaries of your relationship during one of his visits to the lab?

LIGHTLY PROOF READ

Warnings:🔞MINORS DNI🔞 SMUTSMUTSMUTTYSMUT, P in V, fingering, mentions of creampie, thigh fucking, friends to lovers(if you squint hard enough), size kink, interspecies relationship, dirty talk, dom!neteyam, pet names. (Let me know if I missed anything)

Tawtute -> Human

Today wasn’t necessarily the most busy day in the lab. You had gotten most of your research done by noon and for the most part you now found yourself just organizing things into virtual files, before moving your work to your room to start on your physical copies, being a very tedious note taker. You were half way through the pile when you were pulled out of your thoughts to heavy footsteps against the tile coming from down the hall. You look over to your open door just in time to see Neteyam crouch down as he carefully makes his way through the doorway, having learned the hard way from being excited one too many times and smacking his forehead against the frame. The realization of his carefulness coaxing a small chuckle from you. Neteyam’s ears perked at the sound, giving you a smirk in return, “You sound like you are in a good mood today.” He says as he closes the door behind him, moving to stand to his full height, only leaning down slightly from over your shoulder, observing the papers in front of you. “It’s been a pretty easy day, nothing too exciting. I’m just organizing all of this to keep myself busy at this point” You say with a content sigh, swiveling around in your desk chair to look up at the nearly 10ft tall na’vi. Neteyam gives a small nod, taking in your words as his smirk slowly spreads a tad wider, “And.. when do you think you will be done with your… organizing?”. You give a small shrug as you casually look over your stack of notes and your tabbed storage container, which was sorted by importance of category, “Mm… hopefully not too much longer- here let me set up your spot”. What had become Neteyam’s spot was simply just some extra pillows and blankets you had, that you arranged for him so that he wouldn’t have to sit on the cold tile floor for too long, which of course he showed no issue with, but still appreciated the gesture. Rising from your chair, you made your way over to the tall wardrobe on the farthest wall of the room, Neteyam’s eyes glued to the way your exposed thighs rubbed against each other as you walked, watching the slight jiggle that was created with each step. It was one of the things that drew you to him; despite your own insecurities about your body, Neteyam was fascinated with the curvature of your body, only really being accustomed to the lean, slender build of the na’vi. You were different in the best way possible.

Although his initial attraction to you started with your peaked interest and passion for learning about Pandora and the culture of his people, the more time he spent with you, the more he would catch himself staring at your body. Staring, slowly led to daydreaming, to fleeting touches, pushing the boundaries further and further to get close to you. The relationship between the two of you was unique for lack of a better term. The two of you were close, very close in fact. With na’vi being monogamous creatures by nature, as soon as Neteyam started to feel a more intimate attraction toward you, he silently made his claim on you, always making sure you were not left alone with other men for too long without him being present and even cuddling with you during your down time. Sometimes your cuddle sessions would turn somewhat heated, fueled by Neteyam’s wandering hands and his need to squeeze the thickness of your thighs, but none of it went farther than some suggestive touching and cautious kisses. Neteyam’s eyelids became heavier as he watched you set everything up on the floor, his tail swaying intriguingly behind him, “How's this?” You asked, kneeling on the floor as you adjusted some of the blankets. Neteyam slowly lowered his body onto the soft surface of the blankets and pillows, his face creeping closer and closer to yours as he stared straight through you with his large golden eyes, “Nearly perfect…” he hummed, before shifting to lay his head down on your lap, his eyes closing contently as he nuzzled gently against the plush of your thighs, “Mmm.. much better” he purred with a slight pull in his throat. You were used to his advances by now of course, yet they never failed to manifest butterflies in your stomach at his forwardness. 

“Neteyam, I still have work to do..” You state with a small pout. Neteyam’s ear merely flicks at your weak attempt at a protest, opening his eyes to gaze up at you with a playful glint in his eyes, “Just stay with me like this a moment… then you can go back to your ‘work’, I promise” his words almost have a sarcastic tone to them as he shifts his position to run his nose along the skin of your thigh. You sigh before giving a soft giggle, moving a hand to pet his head, “You’re just like a needy house cat, you know that?”. Neteyam scrunches his nose a bit at your comment, his tail shifting to tap against the pillows in a slight annoyance, “I do not appreciate being compared to your Earth creatures.”. It was so easy for you to tease him, which only made you want to do it more. You had shown him pictures on your laptop of certain animals native to your planet one day, whilst the two of you were exchanging information about your own respective planets, when you continued to point out some of his own feline features that reminded you of the small furry creatures, which prompted the same reaction of an unamused nose scrunch. Either way he continued to allow your soft caresses, humming as he shifts his body to lay on his side, facing your body. A deep blush begins to form on your cheeks as you watch him. How his nostrils twitch as he pokes your inner thigh with his nose, just below the hem of your shorts, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Neteyam what-”, “-You smell so good, tawtute… so sweet.. right here” he hums as shifts his head to brush his flat nose against the crotch of your shorts. You could feel your heartbeat begin to double at his words and actions, your body stiffening as he takes a deep inhale of your scent, pressing his nose against the zipper of your shorts.

You flinch at his assertiveness, watching him with wide eyes. This wasn’t necessarily out of character for him, but he was definitely pushing the boundary of your usual intimate touching. To have his face so close to your clothed cunt, blatantly smelling your arousal, it nearly made you feel light headed as tension started to build up between you. “Teyam… “ you whisper, gulping slightly as the air in the room almost seemed to become thicker, harder to breathe. Neteyam reluctantly lifted himself from your lap, nearly high off of your scent alone, desperate for another hit, his eyes heavy with lust, as he rose to his knees, “Turn around…” he ordered in a low almost strained voice, as if it was taking him every morsel in his body not to pin you beneath him and claim you as his. You shivered at his tone, giving a slight nod as you slowly rose to your feet, turning your back to him. Listening as Neteyam lets out a pleased hum, a soft gasp suddenly escapes your lips at the feeling his large hands taking hold of your hips, pulling you to press your back flush against his chest, his nose immediately finding its nesting spot in the crook of your neck, having another intake of your scent. Neteyam’s hands slowly creep down to the swell of your thighs, his fingers squeezing the fat there firmly as he releases a groan directly into your ear. “N-Neteyam… This.. this is a little.. Uh..” You are hardly able to put your thoughts into a cohesive sentence. Your brain was yelling at you to reject his advances, but your instincts and the tightening in your stomach as his nails lightly dig into the skin of your thighs, wanted nothing more than to melt under his touch. “Are you uncomfortable, yawne? Do you want me to stop?” he purrs into your ear, his lips grazing its shell, waiting for your consent before he continues, “N-no..I just… you’ve never held me like this before.” You breathe as your eyelids flutter at the thought of what could be going through Neteyam’s mind. The power he had over you felt intoxicating.

Neteyam lets out a soft chuckle, enjoying how nervous he’s making you feel, the heat of his breath on your ear, sends a shiver down your spine, “Do you trust me, tawtute?” he asks in a soft sultry tone. Giving him a slow nod, Neteyam responds by parting his lip to lick a thin stripe up the length of your ear, instantly sending another shiver down your spine, sucking your bottom lip between your teeth as the action pulls a whimper from your throat, “Good…”. Neteyam begins to massage your thighs in slow circles, his fingers spreading out to encompass the width of your thighs, continuously squeezing the flesh there, his thumbs lightly caressing your exposed stretch marks periodically, releasing a deep groan into the side of your neck, as his eyes are glued to his repetitive movements, “So beautiful…”. A small whine escapes you at his words, your breath hitching as you feel something firm, pressing against the back of your thigh, while Neteyam shifts his right hand to allow his index finger to rub against the hem over your crotch, pressing firmly enough for you to feel friction between his finger and the fabric of your shorts. Your brows pinch at the sensation, head rolling back to rest against his shoulder as you release a staggered exhale.

A satisfied smile forms its way onto Neteyam’s lips as his eyes move to watch your pleasured expression, “Are you enjoying this, Y/N?” He asks, already knowing full-well the answer, as he examines your face, mouth agape and eyes closed tight as he adds more pressure to his long digit, dragging it across your clothed folds, too caught up in the feeling to answer him straight. “Answer me sweet girl…” his voice rumbles against your ear, his nose gliding down the side of your neck, “Haah… mmm- yes… feels.. really good.” you respond between shaky breaths, your mind beginning to spiral as his thumb drifts to push open the button of your shorts effortlessly. “Hmm that’s my good girl..” as the words leave his mouth, another swipe of his tongue finds its way down your jugular, toward your collarbone, the sensation tingling your sensitive skin enough for you to grip the forearm, of his hand that was working on shimmying your shorts down your thick thighs, as a reflex. As your mind finally becomes conscious of what Neteyam was trying to do, the sense of urgency fueled by your desire takes over, prompting you to move your hands to assist him in shoving your shorts down your thighs, pushing past the slight resistance of your thighs, kicking them away the moment they fall to the floor. “You seem eager, little one” Neteyam says with a soft chuckle as fingers hook themselves around the band of your panties pulling them down as well, tossing them to the side after you step out of them, before his hands work their way up your legs to reclaim their place back on your thighs. His right hand shifting to lightly lay over your mound. Your body shivers as the cold air brushes past your naked folds, breath hitching the moment Neteyam’s finger slides through the wetness that had built up at your entrance, collecting the wetness enough to bring his lubricated digit to your clit, rubbing slow repetitive circles against the bundle of nerves. Your back instantly arches at the sensation, your hand moving to cover your mouth, muffling your noises, to which Neteyam immediately removes your hand with his free one, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, pressing a firm kiss against it as he eyes you hungrily, “do not hide those pretty noises from me, sevin… let me hear you” Neteyam purrs a he begins to rub slightly firmer circles into your clit while simultaneously beginning to grind his throbbing erection against your leg.

“Ohh! Ahh- oh god..” Neteyam’s ears flick as your whiny moans fall from your lips, responding with his own low growl at the sound, “Yes… that’s it, yawne… s-so so pretty…”. You can hear his own voice begin to waver as he grinds his erecting firmly against your leg, his brows knitting together as the sensation starts to become too much for him to handle. His eyes land on the puddle of slick that had built up on his hand from massaging your folds, “Y/N… do you mind if we try something?” He asks in a slightly shaky voice, as he loops a hand behind his back to expertly untie his loincloth, allowing it to fall to the floor at his knees, his cock springing up, smacking lightly against your thigh. Your eyes widen at the feeling, unable to stop yourself as your curious hand reaches behind you to run your fingers along his shaft, earning a trembling hiss from Neteyam, “Y-yawne, wait.. you don’t have to do that… Oh…”. Looking over your shoulder at him, eyes now half lidded, watching as Neteyam leans his head against your shoulder while unsteady, heavy breaths leave his lips, as you wrap your small fingers around his cock, giving him slow yet firm strokes from base to tip. His shoulders rise and fall with a bit more urgency as his breathing becomes heavier, absolutely crumbling at the way you’re touching him. Biting his lip, Neteyam puts his hand over yours to halt your movements, pulling you off of him, “S-stop… you’re gonna make me cum like that… just- spread your legs a bit more.” He requests, letting go of your hand to place his own on the swell of your ass, his fingers hungrily digging into your cheeks, spreading them apart slightly, causing you to whine as you eagerly follow his orders. Neteyam places a hand at the base of his cock, steadying his breath as he brings you closer to him, pressing your hips flush against his front, guiding the length of his cock to slide right up against your sopping cunt, pulling pleasured sounds from both of you at the contact. “Good… n-now close your legs for me”, “W-wait, close them?” You ask, giving him a somewhat confused look. “Yes, tawtute.. close your legs for me… please”. You could tell he was becoming more and more desperate by the shaky plea that left his mouth. Complying with his wishes you close your legs as much as you can with his cock sitting between your thighs, Neteyam’s hands gripping your hips tightly as he holds back a strained groan, “J-just like that… perfect…”. Taking in deep breath Neteyam pushes his cock through your thighs, using your slick as lubrication, your eyes watching as his tip breaks free from the containment of your closed legs, a content sigh leaving his lips as Neteyam once again has to remind himself to keep his restraint, to not plunge himself straight into your tight, unprepped pussy. 

Your body began to tremble, feeling as a potent heat spreads through your core you could feel your cunt aching as Neteyam began to use your hips to slide you back and forth on his cock, using your thighs to fuck himself. His palms moving to pull your ass cheeks apart to watch the base of his cock disappear between your thighs over and over again, “Oh shit, yawne… haah.. you're doing so well for me.. Eywa, you’re so wet…”. A high pitched whine rips from your throat as his thick shaft glides effortlessly over your folds and clit, coaxing out small squelching noises from the push and pull of his movements, your hips occasionally jerking at the sensation of his cockhead hitting your clit a certain way. “Ahh.. Teyam I- I can’t..”, Neteyam immediately stops his motions at your words, thinking he may have done something wrong, or that you weren’t completely as comfortable with this as you had led on. Leaning in close to your face, Neteyam nuzzles against your cheek in attempts to comfort you, his cock continuing to throb and twitch at the loss of friction, “What is it, tiyawn?” He asks a little out of breath, as he tries to reel back his mind to focus on you and your needs. “I… I need more.. please, Teyam.” You beg in soft whimpers, as your hand reaches down to caress the tip of his cock that was poking out from between your thighs, causing his hips to jerk slightly at the sudden touch. Neteyam stares down at you with wide eyes at your boldness before his lips twitch into a smirk, releasing a low chuckle from his chest, “Oh my little needy tawtute… you have no idea how hard it is for me not to pin you down and have my way with you.” He purrs against your cheek, before shifting his head to place a firm kiss on your temple, “But I would hurt you. Your small little body is not made to take such.. large intrusions”.

You pout letting loose another needy whimper as you lean forward enough to shift your hips to align his tip with your rubbed out pussy lips, “I can take it.. I promise… or I at least want to try- please Neteyam… I need you” you whine desperately as you begin to stir your hips against his cockhead, already feeling how it would take him a good amount of effort to even force himself inside of you, as his tip barely passed through your lips. Neteyam takes in a sharp inhale at your actions, gritting his teeth as his hold on your hips becomes nearly bruising as he fights against his own internal conflicts, “Y/N this is dangerous.. I’m serious, you could really get hurt”. You groan at his protests, knowing that he was right, but he had already given you this much, let you feel him, touch him, and your body only craved more. Your pussy throbs in anticipation as you take matters into your own hands, attempting to push yourself down on to him, “Fuck it! I don’t care, hurt me then. Neteyam please I can’t take it anymore.” Before you can even process what is happening, your head is pinned to the blankets below you, ass in the air as Neteyam continues to hold you by the back of the neck, keeping you in place. Looking over your shoulder you can see the dark look in his eye, his chest heaving with heavy breaths as he indulges in his own primal instincts for a moment. Leaning over your backside, Neteyam drags his tongue up your spine, pushing your shirt up as he goes, until he reaches the center of your shoulder blades. With one hand Neteyam maneuvers your shirt to bind your wrists with it, rolling the excess fabric into a small knot. His voice is a low growl in your ear, “If you want it that badly, then be a good girl and let me properly prepare you.” Releasing his hold on your wrists after ensuring that your wadded up shirt would do the job, Neteyam snakes his hand behind your rear, moving down toward your exposed glistening cunt, giving it a rough slap, not enough to hurt, but to at the very least stimulate your aching hole, enough to cause you to cry out, “You said you wanted to be hurt, isn’t that right, tawtute? Hah.. such a naughty little thing..” he coos to you teasingly as he rubs the flesh of your ass, before directly inserting his middle finger down to the last knuckle into your throbbing core. Your breath is caught in your throat at the unexpected entry, thinking he would have maybe given you some sort of warning, only finally finding your voice as he begins to pump the digit inside of you, letting out a breathy moan in partial relief from the aching in your deprived walls. 

“Is this what you wanted? Begging for my cock and now you can’t even speak, all because of my finger. Go ahead, beg for more, little one… beg me to stretch you out properly” he orders you in a deep growl, as his fangs graze the flesh of your shoulder. Without any hesitation, you eagerly answer to his call, “M-more! Please, Teyam put another finger in… ohh it feels so good…”. With a sly smirk Neteyam shifts his hand back, watching your expression closely as he forces his last two fingers into your hole. Your brows pinch together at the sudden stretch, mouth falling agape as you find your voice temporarily missing again, before releasing a strained mewl. Neteyam placed a kiss on your shoulder, choosing to be a bit more patient with you, soothing your discomfort, considering the drastic adjustments your body was having to make, before slowly moving his digits in and out of you, massaging the gummy part of your walls. Continuing to release a stream of shallow breaths and moans, you find yourself fisting the blankets beneath you as Neteyam’s fingers masterfully find your g-spot, watching how your body squirms every time he hits it. “O-oh god.. Tey- Teyam I’m close!” You warn, feeling your legs start to tremble, your knees struggling to stay upright in your current position, “That’s it… cum for me, my little tawtute. Cum on my fingers.”, his words ring in your ear like an undeniable command, almost as if your body was hardwired to appease his wants, prompting your body to immediately obey his orders, as you feel your core tighten more and more before you burst, screaming out in ecstasy. The tightness of your cunt practically pushing his fingers out of you, leaving a thick string of slick connecting his fingers to your throbbing cunt. You nuzzle your face into the blankets as you come down from your high, desperately trying to regain control of your breathing, you turn your face to look over your shoulder, just in time to catch Neteyam’s predatory gaze as he brings his fingers to his mouth, licking and sucking your juices tentatively, his tail swaying possessively behind him, “How is it that you taste this good?… Sweet.. yet tangy like an utumauti… or I think you humans call it banana fruit.”. You throw a half hearted, exhausted laugh his way as you slowly move to  sit up, your mind fogging as you assumed this was the end of your intimate session, that was until his large palm presses into the middle of your back, pushing you back down, forcing you to arch your back for him, ripping a surprised yelp from your weak form, “You’ve been such a good girl, yawne… I think it’s time I give you what you’ve been begging for.” Neteyam hums, rubbing his shaft along your dripping folds, biting his bottom lip as he collects your remaining cum on his shaft, his ears flicking when his actions are rewarded with the sound of your breathy sighs, “Unless of course you have changed your mind?” He teases you, pressing his tip firmly against your entrance, restraining enough to wait for your green light to insert himself into you.

“Tey, stop teasing me and give it to me already!” you pout, pushing your ass to meet his advances, nearly causing his tip to slip inside of you, earning a shaky moan from the na’vi male behind you, slowly turning into a rough chuckle, “I don’t think I've ever met anyone so desperate to be torn apart. Very well, tiyawn… relax for me” he coos, leaning into your ear, placing a gentle kiss on it’s shell before leaning back, firmly placing his hands on your hips, holding you in place and then you feel it, his cockhead forcing its way into your cunt, assisted by your preexisting lubricant. The stretch was unlike anything you had felt before, making his fingers seem feeble in comparison, yet feeling as Neteyam pushed himself further and further through your walls, you knew that without having taken his fingers first, you would have certainly been torn apart. Your back arched further as the weight of his pelvis caused your knees to spread further apart, gasping as the action drove him deeper inside of you,“I-It hurts, Tey…”, “You’re doing great, yawne… just a bit more..”. His tone is soft and affectionate, in his best attempts to comfort you. No matter how much he teased you, it did cause him pain to see you in such discomfort, nearly on the verge of tears as you lay your head flat on the floor in defeat, allowing your body to fully relax as you accept your fate. Just as Neteyam had promised you, with a few more pushes into your tight walls, his cock had finally reached as far as it could go, his tip nestled against your cervix, releasing a heavy exhale into the crook of your neck, as he tried to keep his composure despite how hungrily your pussy clenched around him, “Oh Eywa… you feel incredible, yawne.” He mutters in a barely audible whisper as he nuzzles into your hair, taking in your scent to calm his nerves, his hands falling from your hips to wrap his arms around your waist, pulling your rear flush against his pelvis, his tail curling at the sensation of being so deep inside of you. His eyes trail over you as your expression finally seems to relax, carefully resting his forehead against your temple, placing a kiss on your cheekbone.

“I am going to start moving now… ok?” He coos into your ear, placing another kiss on the top of your head after you nod in approval. Steadying himself with a final breath, Neteyam slowly begins to roll his hips into you. “Mmmn…Oh my… ohh!”, you moan out as your heart is beating at a thousand miles a minute, the pain slowly melts into pure arousal. The feeling of the stretch was still there of course, yet oddly the discomfort in itself became satisfying. Gripping the shirt that still bound your hands, you began to rock your hips back to meet Neteyam’s thrusts, taking him off guard for a moment at your sudden eagerness, nevertheless it fuels his desire to want to pound into you that much more, “Look at you taking me so well…so deep.. and so tight” he purrs low into the back of your neck between moans, his breaths becoming slightly heavier as his hips begin to move a bit more passionately, nuzzling into your hair once more as his own desires grow more intense, “You’re so tiny…oh you sky person…” Neteyam whispers breathily into your neck, chuckling softly at the pathetic whine you let out in protest of this specific pet name, only encouraging him to buck his harder into you, admiring how his movements cause your tongue to fall past your lips as your mouth hangs open to allow string after string of moans and whimpers to emerge. The small room filling with noises of ecstasy as well as the sound of skin slapping against one another as Neteyam steadily loses his composure, rutting into you with intense love and carnal desire.

Moaning out at the feeling of a sudden tug at the base of your skull, Neteyam uses your hair to pull your head backward, forcing you to stare at the ceiling while his mouth hungrily attaches itself to your neck, leaving dark marks all along its surface, leaving his claim on you, so that everyone- sky person and na’vi alike would know who you belong to. The familiar tightness builds up in your core again, as the mix of sensations work together to send you into overdrive. Neteyam can feel it too. The way your cunt is clenching and unclenching more rapidly around him, he knows you are getting close. His arm that his still wrapped around your middle moves to descend his hand down between your thighs, rubbing at your overstimulated clit, immediately causing your entire body to tremble once again, albeit more aggressively than before as your orgasm ripped through your body before you even had a chance to give a proper warning. Neteyam’s ears perking to full assertiveness, basking in the pleasured sounds of your climax, eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head as he uses them to chase his own release, “Oh.. yawne.. yawne, ah- I’m cumming…” he warns, panting heavily as he feels his cock attempt to twitch within the confines of your tight cunt, before he releases his load inside of you. Pulling out slowly after taking a moment to catch his breath, Neteyam lays down beside you, pulling you into his strong embrace, as he gently runs his finger tips up and down your back as you come down from your high. Your own fingers caressing his chest in a slow kneading motion as your eyelids grow heavier and heavier. The room was quiet, only the sounds of your soft panting and sighs filled the space. Neteyam holds you closer to him as his hand lifts from your back to gently caress your cheek, his hand nearly twice the size of your head in comparison, “My little tawtute… so beautiful.. mine…” he mumbles into your hairline, pressing a gentle yet firm kiss on your forehead. The sound of his soft whispers and his strong yet calm heartbeat lulling you to sleep in his arms. 

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Kinkmas Day 03

Lingerie/Stockings

Neteyam x Human!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, slight corruption, oral fem receiving, friends to lovers trope, slow burn, size difference, interspecies relationship

Although it didn’t get cold in the jungles of Pandora, a sudden sort of mystical whimsy had struck you this year. It was early December and you had felt the urge to create a comfy cozy environment that reflected that of the impending holidays. 

Seeing how you weren’t allowed to bring decorations back from Earth with you, you prompted on making some in between filing reports and paperwork in the lab. Your mind raced with ways of how you could arrange your new decorations in your room, and once your shift had ended you wasted almost no time rushing to your sleeping quarters with all of your materials.

It wasn’t much, a couple paper snowflakes attached to string to hang up on your ceiling. Of course your colleagues in the lab took notice to your festivities and had no problem lending some of the decorations they had been provided with a long time ago by the RDA before the war and long before you had even arrived at Pandora. Something to bring up the spirits of those away from home. Your eyes sparked over all the small trinkets, frosted covered trees in different sizes, stockings, and even some string lights.

Your heart soared with excitement as you hastily began to brainstorm ideas, gazing around your room and making a mental map of where you wanted everything. Your idea was almost perfect, yet you wanted to set the mood a bit more, just to make things a tad more cozy. From your closet, you fetched a dusty-pink oversized wool sweater and a pair of white thigh high, woven stockings, quickly discarding your own clothes and throwing on this set that you deemed the coziest clothing you had. Quickly you began getting to work, placing different trinkets along your personal desk, your night stand, and even a small bookshelf in the corner of your room. 

As your eyes drifted back to the box you surveyed the remaining items, the string lights and some of the snowflakes you had made yourself. Of course you could’ve just requested a ladder, but what  fun would that be? Or maybe you had just been wanting to see him since he hadn't been visiting the lab recently and neither you, the forest. Skipping to your desk you grasp hold of the communications choker you had discarded for the night, placing the ear piece on and bringing the mic to your lips, “Pathfinder, do you copy?” You ask trying to hide your excitment at the idea of requesting your Na’vi friend to come and help you. Almost immediately a buzz comes from the other end of the comms piece to reveal the heavy accent of Neteyam’s voice “I read you, Tiger-Lily. Is everything alright?” You almost giggle at his serious tone, knowing that Neteyam had no idea what he was getting himself into, “Need you at the lab for a favor, how quickly can you get here?”. A silence rang over the comms for a moment, seemingly making any arrangements he needed to before the hasty buzz returned, “I will be there shortly, hold tight.”.

While you waited for Neteyam to show up, you took survey of your progress so far, a wide smile on your face as memories of spending Christmases as a child with your family. It created an odd sense of melancholy that seemed to flurry in your heart, but part of you expected it and somewhat welcomed the feeling as well. Retreating back into the box of decor, you notice a few things. One a small bag of familiar candies and a large three wicked, scented candle, which you waste no time in taking it out, lighting it on your desk, quickly filling the room with the smell of cinnamon, to which you being crafting a couple more snowflakes to hang up around your room. 

“It smells… nice in here.”  The sudden voice pulls you out of your thoughts, as Neteyam opens your door, crouching in the doorway, his eyes peering around your room to observe the red and green color scheme before falling on your form. “Tey! Thanks for getting here so quickly, I know it’s a bit late.” You say with a bright smile, hastily taping a piece of string to the backside of the paper snowflake and putting aside your materials to go and greet him. His head cocks to the side as his eyes wander a bit too curiously along your body. “Those clothes… I don’t know if I have ever seen them on you before.” Neteyam states, his eyes still wandering you curiously. This outfit was definitely much different than what Neteyam was used to seeing you in. The oversized form of the sweater seemed to hide your body, yet with it stopping just below your bum, was just on the cusp of  revealing more than he had seen of you. The long socks hugged your legs so comfortably, they looked so soft, only leaving a bit of revealed skin of your thigh between its hem and that of the sweater. You just looked so small. So cute. 

You can help, but blink confused for a moment before following his gaze to survey your own clothing choices, “Oh right, well I don’t usually have occasion to wear it since it’s always so hot, but I figured tonight was fitting for it.”, “…And what is tonight?” Neteyam asks, finally pulling his gaze from you to glance around the room once more. “Just putting up a few Christmas decorations. These white walls are giving me a headache, so I figure now was a better time than any to spruce things up a bit.”. Neteyam nodded to himself slowly, as he silently agreed with your statement. His father had told him and his siblings of the Earthly holiday back when they were kids, but they all kind of found the idea ridiculous; sharing gifts wasn’t all that strange amongst na’vi culture, yet to be comfortable with the idea of a strange man in red sneaking into your home just to place surprise ones, gave Neteyam a sense of unease.

“I was kind of hoping you’d be okay with helping me put up a few… higher decorations?” You add, putting your palms together in a sort of pleading gesture, a tad of a guilty smile on your lips that you tried to hide by biting on your lower one. Neteyam couldn’t help the soft chuckle that left him, seeing what exactly you had been planning for his visit. “Ha… I don’t think that should be a problem.” Neteyam agrees, following along as you guide him to the string lights that had been packed neatly in the box, giving him brief instructions of how you wanted them placed at the highest point of your wall, and guiding them around the room. 

In the meantime you busied yourself with hanging up some of the snowflakes you had made, taping them against the wall, unaware of Neteyam’s wandering eyes toward you as he continued his task, stealing glances and watching as your stockings started to slip down your leg, slowly revealing more of your skin. Taking a step back from the wall you were working on, your eyes bounce around the arrangement of your snowflakes and pondering what to do with the one in your hand, until an open spot higher on the wall caught your attention. Perfect, albeit a little too high… for you. With a brief look over your shoulder you spot Neteyam working silently to put up the lights, his arms outstretched effortlessly as he used his own roll of tape to secure the lights to the wall. “Hey, Teyam do you think you could help me put this up? It’s a little too high for me to reach”, Your voice immediately captures his attention with a flick of his ear, glancing over in your direction, his eyes dancing between the paper decoration in your hand and the arrangement you had put together on the wall until ultimately landing on your form. You were pushed up onto your tiptoes, arm stretched out against the wall as you held the decoration just below where you wanted it, his eyes falling to how your sweater now pushed up to reveal the underside of your rear, a laced pair of panties peeking out from under it nearly had Neteyam choking on his saliva.

Neteyam’s tail flicked behind him as he had noticed he had been staring for a bit too long. Without much of a second thought, his mind to focused on the view you were presenting him with, Neteyam makes his way behind you, bending down to wrap his arms around your torso, pulling your back flush against his chest as he boosts you up to the place you were trying to reach, earning a much surprised yelp from you. “O-oh uh… thanks. Although this isn’t really what I meant- anyways..” you flusteredly stumble over your words before bringing your attention back to the task at hand, securing the paper snowflake in its spot, “There uhm.. you can put me down now, Nete.”. Neteyam cleared his throat with a soft apology having found himself distracted again, having allowed his fingers to gently caress the woolen texture of your sweater.

Heat rushes to your face as you can feel your sweater rolling up over your bum as Neteyam gently guides you down to your feet, feeling the embroidery of his cummerbund against your ass, the rough stitching catching your sweater, unintentionally pulling it up over your rear, revealing the black laced panties you were wearing underneath your clothing further as your descended lower, gliding over his bare abs. You could almost swear for a moment that Neteyam had shivered slightly at the contact, which only strengthened your flustered state. Once finding your footing you nearly stumble out of his arms, quickly fixing your sweater. “S-sorry um… I didn’t see anything.” He lied, averting his gaze to look between his feet, unsuccessfully hiding his blush in the process, “It’s okay… it was an accident, no hard feelings… woah..”.

Your eyes then drift around the room, consuming each detail of the decorations that littered your bedroom, the lights finally strung up, making all the difference, “It looks incredible in here… Oh! I have something for you!”. Neteyam tilts his head, sitting down on your bed, watching curiously as you shuffle back to the box that held all of the decorations. “Close your eyes and hold out your hand!”. A soft chuckle leaves his lips at your request, yet he complies anyway. His ears flick when a foreign texture is placed into his palm; the object is light in weight, seemingly fragile. His eyes open peering down at a small red and white hooked shaped item in his hand. “T-thank you… what is it?”, “It’s called a candy cane, it’s a treat!”. Neteyam’s eyes wander from yours then to the candy in each of your hands, your own gaze picking up the confusion in his. “You just stick it in your mouth like this and suck on it.” You explain casually, sitting on the bed beside him as you stick the stem of the candy into your mouth, lightly sucking on it in the process. 

You were just so innocent and it always seemed like around this time of year you became overly cheerful. Something about it made something in the pit of his stomach stir as he watched you suck delightedly in the treat. Neteyam cautiously follows suit, careful not to break the candy as he sticks it in his mouth. The minute the flavor hits his tongue, his brows furrow, removing the candy cane from his mouth, smacking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, trying to identify the taste. “It is spicy… yet sweet?”, “It’s called mint. It makes your breath smell good, so it’s an added bonus.” You can’t help, but softly giggle as he tries a second attempt at tasting candy. He couldn’t deny although it had an odd sensation on his tongue, that the candy did taste good, the sweetness seeming to overpower whatever that ‘mint’ thing was, yet when his eyes fell on you again enjoying the candy yourself; your small finger hooked around the curved bit to keep it steady as your lips wrapped securely around the stem, created a strange fuzzy feeling I Neteyam’s brain and a slight stiffening in his loincloth. 

“I think there may be something wrong with mine… could I um… could I taste yours?” The request was everything against his better judgment, yet when you looked up at him with slight concern and those doe eyes, immediately it made him swoon. “I uh… s-sure. I mean I don’t know how yours could taste ba-.” A gasp breaks through your mindless rambling as Neteyam inches closer to you on the bed, his eyes hooded, lips slightly parted, creeping steadily closer until you two are practically sharing the same breath. Neteyam was playing a dangerous game and he knew it. His natural good boy instincts screamed at him to pull himself together, to retreat back into his bubble and apologize for the stupid request, but he didn’t want to. His gaze was zeroed-in on your lips, feeling the saliva building in his cheeks as just the thought of tasting the mint on your tongue made him salivate.

“N-Neteyam?”, “You said I could have a taste… right? I thought maybe… you wouldn’t mind if I tasted it like this?” His voice is hushed, almost a whisper, his eyes only flicking once from your lips to your eyes, but only for a moment. It was as if an intense hunger had taken over him, something the na’vi hunter couldn’t quite explain, but the way he leaned over your small form, shadowing over you, you couldn’t help, but feel like prey. Your heart rapped against your chest, your mind feeling fuzzy as he moved to close the space between you two. You were speechless, dumbfounded by his boldness, which he seemed to catch onto, “Stick out your tongue for me, yawne… I promise I’ll be gentle.” he purrs, his voice smooth in a almost silent whisper, as if not to spook you.

It hadn’t even dawned on you that you had obeyed his wishes until you felt the hot embrace of his significantly larger tongue envelope your own. The breath that you had been unconsciously holding in now exhaled into his mouth with a heavy sigh. His ears flick in silent acknowledgment, feeling your body relax against him. Submitting to him. A sort of awareness seems to wash over Neteyam as his three fingered hand snakes around your back, pulling you closer to him, his hand fisting your soft sweater securely in his grasp. An awareness that you were giving yourself to him, an awareness that even if you hadn’t, he would have the utilities necessary to take you for himself, even if he would never actually act on it. 

So lost in the high of the moment, the sudden loss of the dance created by your tongues leaves you chasing after him, causing Neteyam to chuckle at your eagerness, “Just a taste, remember?” He coos, kneading gently at the material of your sweater in his grasp. Your heart was racing, face captured in an overwhelming heat, yet even still, you couldn’t help, but crave more, “Do- do you want another taste? Maybe?” You ask breathlessly before you can even process the words leaving your lips, eyes wide with anticipation. A fang tugs at his bottom lip as he bites it discreetly, moving in again as if your small body called to him.

When your tongues connected for a second time you are taken by surprise when he brings your smaller tongue into his mouth, sucking on it as if it were to minty treat itself. Your eyes rolled slightly as they fluttered shut, yours arms moving to wrap around his neck as his own, pulled you closer, pressing his chest against yours as he anchored you completely down onto the bed. Everything seemed to move quicker as each of your movements became more heated, the arch in your back pressing your chest against his more firmly, his long arms practically cradling you as his hands beneath your sweater giving your skin gentle caresses, his thumbs just barely tracing under the swell of your breast “So soft…” he murmured against your lips before eagerly claiming them again. 

It was almost as if he was teasing you yet giving you everything you wanted at the same time; his lips were heated and passionate, while his hands worked gently against your skin as if you were some kind of antique. His eyes nearly pop open when you roughly grasp his hand, finally pressing it fully against your breast, “Please Teyam… touch me.” You plead oh so innocently. A low rumbling, purr-like noise emerges from Neteyam’s throat as he attaches his lips to your neck, sucking and nibbling tentatively while his hand cups your breast firmly, kneading it in his grasp, coaxing small moans from you.

Leaving a hand on your breast the other drifts to push your sweater up to your waist, his fingers delicately dancing along the skin of your hip, tracing over the lace detail of your panties, “And these… do you always wear things like this, tawtute? Or did you put them on just for me?” Neteyam purrs into your neck. You can’t help, but sheepishly giggle; the truth was that this was yet another article of clothing you never really had the opportunity to wear. It hadn’t crossed your mind that Neteyam would notice them, let alone be aroused by them in such a way, “And… if I wore them for you?” You test, a heavy blush panting your features as your eyes watch his reaction closely. 

You can see him physically shudder as he moves both hands to your thighs, massaging them gently, pulling away from your neck to look you in the eyes, “Then… I hope you know what you are getting yourself into, Y/N… and with your permission.. I’d like to continue.”. The sides of your lips twitch into a smile as you feel adrenaline course through your body, biting your lower lip to conceal the excitement of what was to come, slowly nodding your head in approval. The pupils of Neteyam’s eyes dilate at your gesture, his tail flicking alluringly behind him as he lowers his face down your torso, pushing your sweater up to your breasts as he lays wet yet tender kisses along your abdomen, descending lower and lower until his lips brush the lace detailing of your panties.

His focused eyes glance up at you for a moment, giving you a look that says “This is what you signed up for.” Before his fangs gently tug at the band of the fabric, not enough to tear it, but enough to make your body shiver as it lifts from your skin. His teeth release your panties with a slight slap of the fabric, his eyes brimming with lust, keeping eye contact with you as he descends even lower.

Your curious eyes watch him closely only to quickly shut them, gasping and throwing your head back as you fist the sheets of your bed at the feeling of his alien tongue sweeping over the fabric of your panties, licking your core through the thin fabric. Your body shudders at the contact, and the sight you open your eyes to makes you instinctively clench. The amber eyes predator stalking between your thighs, his shoulder blades rolling on his back as he gets into a more comfortable position between your legs. His intentions were made clear through his actions, making you more than eager to follow suit, as you lift your hips, keeping your eyes locked on his just as he had as your fingers hook around your panties, shimming them down your legs. 

You begin to pull your stockings off with them, but you are stopped by a large three fingered hand, “Leave these on… you look so cute in them.” He hums softly, maybe it’s the look on his eyes, but the request feels more like a demand, so of course you work your panties down your stockings until Neteyam pulls them off your angles, discarding them off the side of the bed. Hoisting your soft, stocking covered legs over his shoulders, Neteyam wastes no time pulling your intimates close to his face. His hungry and possessive eyes locking on you once more as he repeats his previous action with nothing to obstruct the wetness of his tongue. Your hips buck at the contact, your eyes fluttering closed as you enjoy the feeling. 

Your tip toes perched atop broad blue striped shoulders, Neteyam’s tongue emerges from between his lips as he opened his mouth to drag the soaked muscle up your slick cunt. His hot breath mixed with his wet pressure of his tongue, making you clench around nothing. Large gold eyes locked on you, observing as your facial expressions morph in ecstasy. His tongue completely devouring your petite pussy, covering you like a blanket.  You had never felt smaller than you did in that moment, the blue giant shadowing over you even in this compromising position. His hands  nearly twice the size of your head, snaked itself up to your breast, while the other encompassed your hip. A hitched gasp drew from your throat feeling as Neteyam hummed against your pussy, savoring the taste of your cum.

 “My love…” his smooth thundering voice resonated in your ears, “your taste.. it is so addicting. I want more of you”. Feeling the wet muscle shift down to your opening, you can’t help but arch your back as Neteyam inserts his thick tongue through your pussy lips, “Oh! Neteyam!” You mewl into the back of your hand, desperately fisting the pillow below your head. His tongue felt unearthly inside of you, its girth massaging your walls fervently. Each sweep and dip of his tongue only made you crave more, your stomach tightened reaching the cusp of your high, as you fucked yourself against his hungry mouth.  “My needy little tìyawn… so cute. I love that I can fill you up with just my tongue,” Neteyam breathed against your cunt pulling back slightly to look up at you, before eagerly pulling at your hips to submerge his tongue back into your cunt, basking in your pleasured noises.

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 31

A / B / O

Ralak x Reader x Neteyam

PART 2 of THREESOME

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, use of aphrodisiac, dom!Ralak, dom!Neteyam, Oral fem receiving, vulgar language, dirty talk, P in V, Oral Male receiving

Art and Ralak both created by @zestys-stuff

“You have not even proved yourself a warrior of our clan- she is not yours to take.”.

Your head quickly snaps to look behind you as you take in Neteyam’s angered expression at Ralak’s words. His slim tail whipping behind him, the hair on its tip flared, as his lips pulled back to reveal his fangs, a low hiss emerging from his vocal cords. “That’s enough, both of you!” In your best efforts you attempt to wriggle out of Ralak’s grasp to stop the impending cockfight, only for his hold on you to tighten the minute you begin to struggle. You send a frustrated glare his way before forcefully shoving the center of his chest, which seemed to have do the trick as you not so gracefully stumble backwards, falling into Neteyam’s chest. 

His hands gently move to cradle your body, his eyes locked on Ralak as his tongue slips from behind his lips to lick a long stripe from your ear to the base of your neck; a visual display to show the reef na’vi that he would not be backing down from what he sought to claim as his. A fang catches on his bottom lip as Ralak looks both of you over, silently noting your current position that had your lower body accessible to him. His body seemed to loom over you as he took hold of your ankles, drawing a gasp from you as he spreads your legs wide enough to hook them over his wide shoulders, lowering himself to put himself face to face with your already dripping pussy lips.

 Paying no attention to Toruk Makto’s offspring, Ralak kept his eyes fixed on you alone, the silent notion being that if there was to be a competition, it would be in who would be able to make you cum either the fastest or the hardest. His crystalline eyes pierce your own like ice, fierce and assertive. His pupils slowly dilating as his tongue seeps out from his mouth to lick the flat of it along your folds. 

 Your back arches almost instantly, slightly shifting the position of your hips, to which Ralak corrects with a firm tug at your thighs, yet the moans you release cause the cocks of both men to twitch in arousal. You almost bite your lip in attempts to muffle your own noises, only for Neteyam to gently grasp your jaw from behind, his thumb caressing your cheek as he breathes into your hairline, “Don’t even think about hiding that pretty voice from us, yawne.”. 

The helpless whine you release in response seems to be futile seeing as your protest doesn’t last long when the feeling of Ralak’s tongue slips between your lower lips, only to curl it upward to firmly push at your clit, prompting your body to act on it’s own as your hands find purchase in his tightly curled hair. No matter how much you squirm or roll your head backward or from side to side, Ralak keeps his gaze dead locked on you, wanting to see every expression or implication of how good he was making you feel. 

Neteyam’s dick pressed firmly to your backside, the heat emitting off of it only confessing how desperately his need was for you. His breath hitches as he attempts to grind himself against your lower back, but finds it nowhere near enough to relieve himself. Your ear perks to his labored breathing, turning your head to see his desperate state; his brows pinched together, lips slightly quivering, lips that just looked so tempting. Looping your fingers into the inside of his beaded choker, you pull Neteyam into you, capturing his lips with your own.

His lips are hungry against yours, eagerly slipping his tongue into your mouth, his one hand still placed at your jaw while the other slips down to your chest, rolling your nipple softly between his fingers, giving it light tugs from time to time. The affections given to you by each of these men make you feel small in comparison, a guttural instinct to please them as much as they are pleasing you washes over as you slowly pull away from your kiss with Neteyam, who’s lips nearly chase after yours for a moment, until reluctantly pulling away. Lifting a hand from its place in Ralak’s hair, just as your index finger slips under Neteyam’s jaw, a hitched moan breaks from you, interrupting your train of thought when Ralak gives your clit an intentful suck. 

Trying your hardest to recollect your thoughts you coax Neteyam backward, allowing you to slightly adjust your position onto your side, your hand falling from the center of his chest, down to his thigh, “I want to please you too… come…” you purr breathily, guiding your face to his hips. Neteyam catches onto your plot rather quickly yet hesitates for a moment, his cock twitching hungrily at your insinuation, “Yawne… are you sure about this?”. You’re hesitant for a moment, yet the hunger in your eyes shines true as you slowly nod your head, much to Neteyam’s approval. 

Carefully the forest na’vi positions himself just behind your head on his knees. Careful not to lose the contact of Ralak’s mouth on your intimates, you angle your head up, stretching your neck upward to align his hips in front of your face. Following your motions, Neteyam places  his hand to press down at the base of his cock, aligning his swollen and needy cock to your lips. You can practically feel the inside of your cheeks creating excess saliva as your eyes tentatively watch as Neteyam lowers his cock to your steadily opening mouth. The warm embrace of your tongue has Neteyam’s breath catching, his eyelids fluttering excessively as your lips wrap around his shaft. His jaw drops in an instant, giving in to losing himself to the feeling rather quickly. 

At first, Neteyam proceeds with careful movements as he slowly thrusts his cock in and out of your mouth, a low drawn out moan drawn out of his throat when you apply pressure by sucking tentatively on him. It all felt too good, naturally his pace would speed up eventually, yet despite his hunger, Neteyam had to remind himself a couple of times not to abuse your throat too much and reel back his passionate movements. Your back suddenly arches, moans muffled as Ralak growls against your clit, sending vibrations straight to your core, clearly  unappeased with the demonstration before him; watching as Neteyam got relief while his own loins burned for attention. 

With your eyes being preoccupied looking up at Neteyam, lips working diligently on his shaft, you are unable to watch as Ralak pulls away, his slick covered lips, plump and glossy from having the feast of his life, but he needed more. He needed to be inside you more than anything. You were more than soaked, your inner thighs painted with a mix of your own arousal and Ralak’s saliva. So wet that you were practically dripping, so surely he could just slip it in… couldn’t he? His short ears flick at the faint whimper you release around Neteyam’s cock at the loss of his tongue and a bit of pride courses through his chest as he sits back on his knees, one hand positioned on your hip bone while the other directs his thick cock to your decorated pussy lips. 

Of course Ralak doesn’t want to take you for surprise, he wants you to know what he’s about to give you, and so he slowly glides his shaft up your labia, allowing your lubricant to spread onto him. For a moment his ears twitch backward at the suggested warmth of your cunt, yet still he patiently waits for your body to respond and to which he is rewarded with a buck of your hips and another strangled noise, sliding his cock through your lower lips once more. A pleased grin spreads across Ralak’s face as he watches your stomach flex eagerly; your body’s sign that it urgently pleads for more. Cock still in hand, the reef na’vi sends a few gentle slaps against your clit, making your body jolt at each hit, “Easy now paysyul… I’ll give you what you want.”. Although his words are slightly diluted to your ears from the sounds of Neteyam’s own pleasured moans as he languidly fucks your mouth, you let out a muffled whine as a plea to take you.

Almost simultaneously as Neteyam glides his cock back into the caress of your mouth, a strong pressure begins to manifest between your thighs as Ralak carefully begins to insert himself, his fat cock head pushing and prodding at your entrance until finally it breaks the resistance of your tightness. With a muffled squeal, your back arches, an arm extending upward to claw at Neteyam’s thighs while the other reaches for Ralak, your nails digging into his finned forearm just as his hand rests on your hip, as Ralak takes you inch by inch. You moan shamelessly around Neteyam’s cock, sending a wave of pleasure straight to his loins as his eyes close blissfully, biting his lip. His ears flick a moment as he takes in the events around him, watching as Ralak is trying his best to be gentle with you as he continues to push deeper into you. Neteyam allows his hips to still, being satisfied enough with just your moans vibrating his cock, only giving small stirs to enhance the pleasure.

Your heart rate finally begins to settle as Ralak takes his time with you, slow tentative thrusts and stirs of his hips help to coax his cock ever so slowly into you, deeper and deeper until his tip is pressed snuggly against the opening of your cervix, drawing out a gasp from you at the sensation. “Shh… easy, Y/N… I’m going to move now, I shall try my best to be gentle, but…” a slow yet long stroke of his cock in and out of your cunt made his brows crease in the center of his forehead, a gruff moan effortlessly falling from his lips, “You are so tight around me… I am almost losing myself already..”. Like a promise his hips are pulled back sending a rougher thrust into you, rocking your body along with it, consequently shoving Neteyam’s cock deeper into your mouth, earning a gag from yourself and a broken moan from Neteyam.

Another growl sounds from Ralak as he locks eyes with Neteyam, the tension between them rising so much it was almost palpable. Feeling his pride now bubbling at the surface, Neteyam cups your neck in his hand, his eyes dismissively dripping from Ralak’s gaze to your own as he squeezes gently, thrusting into your mouth much more aggressively than he had been previously, earning another more prominent gag. “Ohh Eywa… I can feel your little throat expanding when I fuck you… your little mouth looks so pretty wrapped around my cock… mmn- sucking on me so well..”. A weak hum around his cock turns into a strained moan as Ralak thrusts once again.

This dance moves into a pattern, of Ralak fucking into your squelching pussy while your throat gets ravaged by Neteyam. A fierce back and forth of bucking jolting that leaves your cheeks stained in pleasured tears and drooling from both ends. It was overwhelming to say the least, pushing you to your utter limits as both men, recklessly ruined you, using you as their plaything to get off and loving how well your body responds to each of them.

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 29

D i r t y T a l k

Neteyam x Human!Reader

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞 Vulgar language, na'vi dirty talk, fingering, intense squirting, overstimulation, thigh fucking, mentions of breeding, cream-pie kind of, slight P in V.

please note that I am not fluent in Na'vi, so I do apologize if my phrasing isn't completely accurate.

Translations: Nga narlor lu - You are beautiful Lonu - Release/Let go Tsakrr - Then Leyn… tsä po oe - Again… squirt for me Tsafya - that way/like that Tìvirä nga kinams - Spread your legs Srane - Yes Sìltsan ‘eve - Good girl Sran, sran, tsafya… ma’ yawne, tsä po oe - Yes, Yes, just like that… my beloved, squirt for me nga lu mei nìtxan - you’re so wet tam tam - There there

Nete art by @cinetrix

Being mated to someone like Neteyam was otherworldly. It felt like a gift to have someone with his kindness and compassion care for you like no one else has or ever would for that matter. Although you weren’t entirely fluent in his mother tongue, that still didn’t stop him from calling you sweet names in the language, which of course you didn’t mind.

The language of na’vi itself had always sounded beautiful to you. Sure Neteyam would call you English pet names too, like “baby” or “my love” because he knew that you would understand them, yet your heart always skipped a beat when he called you things like, “yawntu”(loved one) or “ma’ txe’lan”(my heart). It was moments like now when Neteyam was anchored above you, a hand supporting the underside of your head while the other was focused between your thighs, making you take his long, slender fingers into your cute little pussy, that made you love the way he spoke to you. So loving and yet somehow incredibly filthy at the same time. 

Your back arches, hips bucking as you fucked yourself into his hand and despite your lip being tucked so tightly between your teeth, it couldn’t stop the flood of needy whimpers that escaped you. “That’s it, love… keep moving your hips… I love seeing you dance for me.” His soft, low purr echoes in your ear as he places a kiss on your hairline, nuzzling sweetly into your temple. It didn’t escape your eyes that beneath Neteyam’s loincloth, his boner was twitching wildly, as he subtly moved his own hips to grind against the fabric, his body growing more desperate for some form of friction. 

Despite how many times the two of you had done this, it had always amazed you how well he filled you even though all he’d ever used was his fingers, making the idea of taking his cock seem impossible to you. You’d seen it of course, even attempted at sucking him off, yet to get even just the tip seemed to be too much to fit inside your mouth. The thing was practically the size of your forearm, so the outcome was no surprise to you. Even still, you were completely satisfied with how attentively and lovingly his fingers curled inside your soft, velvety cunt, and fuck did he love to hear you moan for him. 

It had caught on quick that even the things he said to you was a turn on, to which he happily used to his advantage. Neteyam’s eyes wandered over your body, the light bounce of your breasts, the arch of your neck, the way your eyes fluttered closed when he curled his fingers in just the right spot; Breathtaking. “Nga narlor lu” he whispers under his breath, his eyes drifting to a half lidded state as he watches you intently. “Hm?” You hum, his tone of voice indicating his words had been ones of affection. “I said you look beautiful, yawne… so beautiful.” Neteyam’s voice breaks into a soft hum as he passes his cheek over your forehead. It was hard to tell which he enjoyed more, smelling your scent, or spreading his own scent over you to be able to smell his claim on you. 

With a sudden stutter of your hips and a strained “Ohh” that climbed in pitch, Neteyam knew you were close, his fingers working diligently against the same spot that forced your body to react time and time again, his palm deliciously rubbing against your clit in the process. “S-shit, Teyam- fuck I’m gonna-!” You whine, squirming in Neteyam’s grasp, as his hand beneath your head slips to hold your shoulder, pulling you into his body, “There you go… lonu…let go for me, yawne…”. That name is what pushes you over the edge, your cunt flutters around his fingers as an intense pressure takes over your core, until you find yourself recreating a sort of explosion as your juices squirt out of you, soaking his forearm in the process. 

Your voice reaches its peak as Neteyam continues to fuck you through your high, while his fingers progressively slowed down, his hand slowly changed position, to press his thumb firmly against your clit. “That was quite a lot, little one” Neteyam coos teasingly as his lips spread in a satisfied smirk, With a breathy chuckle you lay your head back, eyes closed as you try and regain some form of logical thinking, “Mm… I feel like you know my body inside and out… and I’m not gonna lie, something about how you speak na’vi to me when you touch me just…” your voice trails off as you anchor yourself up on your forearms, a slight blush taking over your cheeks as you avert your eyes bashfully.

 Neteyam’s smirk seems to widen at this realization, showing off his bunny teeth, his ears flicking with intrigue as he adjusts his body posture to lay beside you rather than over you, “Is that so? Tsakrr…” his voice rumbles in a low purr as he brings his face to the crook of your neck, dragging his tongue along the dip of your collarbone as his fingers begin to slowly work inside of you once more. Your body jolts as slight overstimulation begins to set in, showing signs of still being sensitive from your intense orgasm, “Ahhn! T-Tey what are you doing?” You mewl, gripping onto his wrist as his thumb pushes up on your clit, “Leyn… tsä po oe.”. His mother tongue is still foreign to your ears, yet when his thumb quickens to flick your sensitive bud back and forth, you immediately know what he’s asking for. 

Your breath catches on your throat in a gasp, your hold on his wrist growing tight as your neck arches, rolling your head back at the sensation, “Tsafya…” he encourages, latching his lips onto your pulse and sucking tentatively. The pressure in your lower abdomen builds and builds, your core feeling as if it’s on fire as heat rushes through your body. It was almost too much, too intense. Skittishly you attempt to bring your knees together, closing your legs around his hand, “Kehe.” the relief is short lived when large blue three fingered hands push your thighs open, Neteyam’s lips slowly working their way up to your ear, “Tìvirä nga kinams.” The rough whisper comes out as an obvious command that sends a shiver through your body and a will to obey. 

 “S-sra.. srane…” you mumble sheepishly through your moans, doing your best to engage with his tongue. Neteyam releases a breathy chuckle against your ear, very much appeased with your efforts, despite them being a tad formal, “Sìltsan ‘eve…” he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before dragging the flat of his tongue up the side of your ear, causing yet another shiver and a slight yelp to emerge from you. A sort of invisible weight bears down on you as you feel your legs begin to tremble, your body beading in sweat as your moans and whimpers shift into wheezed pants, “Sran, sran, tsafya… ma’ yawne, tsä po oe.” And there was that name again, his words added fuel while your body writhed and bucked uncontrollably, a steady stream suddenly bursting from your body, spraying another load of your arousal in a fresh coating on his arm with a cry of ecstasy. 

A groan leaves Neteyam’s lips as the sight before him sends a bolt of arousal to his covered erection, throbbing with need to have you. In the dizzying flurry of your second high you fail to notice as Neteyam pulls his loincloth down to his ankles, his arm sneaking under your backside is the only thing that brings you back into a conscious state as you are suddenly lifted onto his lap, both hands holding your hips assertively down on his cock, releasing a pleasured hiss as your pussy lips come into contact with his shaft, “Mmmn… nga lu mei nìtxan.” He groans, sliding your slick folds up and down the length of his cock. Your broken yelp sounds the air as your body is pushed further over your limits as your na’vi lover uses you for his own pleasure. It was only fair wasn’t it?

Your soaked pussy nearly drenches his cock in seconds as you rode along the firm muscle, your body would’ve already been slumped forward onto his chest, if it weren’t for his hold on you. You watch through glossy eyes as the veins in Neteyam’s neck protrude when his head dips backward, mouth hung open spewing native curses. Your body felt so perfect against his, despite the size difference. Your soft cunt pressed so lovingly against his throbbing cock felt euphoric, yet even still he craved for me, and more he would have. 

In another quick movement, Neteyam swiftly rolls you onto your back, his cock now laying heavily against your pelvis as he gathers both of your legs and puts your knees together lifting your lower half off the bed, resting your ankles on his shoulder and securing his hold on you by locking his arm around each of your thighs. With his dick now snuggly in the hold of your closed thighs, Neteyam reels his hips back and begins to grind himself against your labia and clit alike. “Ohh fuck! Neteyam! Net- haah!” Before you could even formulate any sort of retort, another gush of juices drench each of your pelvises. Eywa were you a sight to behold, all wet in your own juices as he fucked your thighs like it was your cunt. Neteyam’s eyes bore into you as he took in every inch of your body as thrust after thrust prompted a new wave of squirts that made it easier to run his cock through your thighs over and over again. 

“Ffffuck yawne… you feel so fucking perfect… my sweet little tawtute being such a good little toy for me…” his use of English takes you off guard for a moment having mentally adjusted to hearing him speak in na’vi, yet you are hardly able to linger on this thought as another gush has you squealing in ecstasy. “Eywa I want to feel you… I want to be inside of you so badly, feeling your pussy cling to me.” His words are breathless, his eyes closed tightly as he imagines just that, being inside your warm cunt, fucking into you like it was his life’s calling, unconsciously moving his hips faster the deeper he falls into his fantasy, his stomach now smacking loudly against your thighs. 

Your head twists and turns, your hands reaching for him in a futile effort before they fall to your sides, fisting the blankets and sheets beneath you, your mind now deprived of any coherent thought as Neteyam rips orgasm after orgasm, squirt after soaking squirt out of your fragile little body. The center of Teyam’s brows knit together as the obscene sounds of your squelching thighs vigorously massaging his cock make their way to his ears, his mind whirling with images of your cunt taking every inch of his cock until it’s bulging from inside your stomach, a unchecked moan escaping his lips at the thought, “Ahh oh ma’tìyawn… I want to be inside of you, stretching you, breeding your cute little womb until it’s full of my seed.” Another gush of your arousal emerges as the tip of his cock catches against your clit. “Mmmn! P-please… please Nete!”, “Hmm? Is that what my little mate wants? You want to be full of my cum?” Neteyam hums in response to your pleas. 

His hips had slowed into a steady push and drag of his cock, squeezing your thighs tightly together in his arm as he drags his shaft over your abused clit, relishing in the way you soak him almost entirely as he thrusts through your thighs. “Mmn I want you to feel it… even if it’s just a taste, I want you to feel my seed squirm it’s way into your womb- are you ready for me, yawne?” You vigorously nod in response, gasping when Neteyam grabs hold of each of your ankles, spreading your legs wide enough to watch himself align his cock head with your aching pussy lips, pushing himself as much as he can until your pussy almost swallows his tip and with a grunt his cum is spilling hot and heavy into your entrance.

Of course not all of it is able to stay contained in the small opening he had made for himself as some of his cum mixes with yours in a puddle on your labia. “There…” Neteyam huffs as he watches his seed spill out of you, his eyes wandering to your exhausted face as you embrace the warmth of his ejaculation spilling into your walls. Your chest heaving with strong pants as you desperately attempt to catch your breath, “Fuck… ah-haah… tam tam… you did so well my love… sìltsan ‘eve…” Neteyam softly coos, lowering your legs back down to the now ruined mattress, leaning down to gently press his lips to your forehead before moving to scent you all over again, rubbing his cheeks all along your face.

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12 Days of Kinkmas 2023

First and foremost I want to thank the lovely @pandoraslxna for hosting this year’s Avatar Kinktober. It’s because of her event that I have become inspired to do my own list for the month of December! It’s cuffing season loves, which means cozy vibes and even sluttier thoughts✨

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Kinktober 19

T h r e e s o m e

Ralak & Neteyam

PART 1

✨Friendly Disclaimer: The content of this story contains aged-up characters! If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, please feel free to click or scroll away. The last thing I want is for anyone to read something they are uncomfortable with, however if you decide to interact with any negativity, you will be blocked from my blog as a result.

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, use of aphrodisiacs, dom!Ralak, dom!Neteyam, fingering, grinding, vulgar language, dirty talk

Art and Ralak created by @zestys-stuff

“Y/N keep up.” Ralak asserted trudging uphill through the Pandoran forest alongside Neteyam Sully. Today Neteyam was tasked with finding a large and firm enough piece of wood to craft into a warrior’s spear- the perfect opportunity to take in the fresh scenery of the lush Pandoran jungle. Having grown up on the island you’d always had a certain fascination about the forest and it’s wonders. It had been years since the Sullys had become apart of the Metkayina and ever since their arrival you were dying for a chance to have one of the forest natives guide you through the foreign terrain. Although you were typically busy with your own tasks, working closely alongside Ralak as a fellow warrior of the clan, luck seemed to have been on your side when both you and Ralak were tasked with helping Neteyam train and complete his tasks to conclude his iknimaya. 

“Yes ‘Lak.” You grumble with a roll of your eyes, before directing your attention to the two men ahead of you. The nickname made Ralak’s back tense as it was not necessarily something that he took joy in, but rather tolerated as it was an old habit that had yet to die from your shared teen years together. Your eyes flicked between both of them and you couldn’t help, but find yourself a bit distracted by their contrasting forms. While Ralak had the build most typically seen in ocean na’vi, he was definitely larger and more broad in size. Then there was Neteyam, a very slender form in comparison to what you were used to seeing growing up, although despite his small waist line, similar to Ralak his shoulders were broad as well. His thin tail being the first to catch your eyes when you had initially met him, now mentally noting how cute it looked as it flicked back and forth as he walked.

Both of their bodies were seamlessly decorated in rippling muscles, attributed to the constant use of them throughout the ins and outs of their everyday lives. Had their bodies always look this appealing? Of course they had; when Ralak had first gotten the tattoo on his pelvis region, there had been multiple accounts of when he had caught you blatantly staring. As for Neteyam, when you had finally gotten close enough to take a proper look at him, a sort of flutter in your stomach appeared, finding yourself intrigued by his difference in physical attributes. You quickly shake the thought from your head as a voice calls you out of your own world, “So Y/N what are your thoughts on the forest? You have been wanting to explore it for some time now, is that right?” Neteyam hums, looking at you from over his shoulder watching as your enamored eyes wander around the luscious foliage of the jungle, “It is breathtaking… so many diverse colors- lots of green.”

Neteyam chuckles softly at your comment, continuing to effortlessly move through the familiar terrain, his eyes taking in the scenery himself, “I find the green comforting, just as I’m sure the color of the ocean is the same for you.”. You simply hum in agreement, letting your eyes bounce from plant to plant, ears perking to the sounds of the forest’s inhabitants. Your eyes then fall to a particularly bright colored plant. It’s petals were a sort of deep violet, bulbed and pinched into a peak at the end. How curious it looked, something about it seemed to pull at you, urging it to get closer. Brief hints of a sweet smell wafted into your nose and suddenly you find yourself walking off course toward the allurious plant. 

“Hey Neteyam, do you know what plant kind of this is?” You ask, your voice sounding a tad dissociated as you reach out for the plant. Both Neteyam and Ralak stop in their tracks, looking over to where you had strayed off to. While Ralak’s expression, although neutral, tinged with shared annoyance and confusion, as you typically weren’t one to be distracted while on duty. Neteyam’s eyes on the other hand widen in panic, his body thrusting himself forward to you, Ralak instinctually following suit as he realized the plant may not be as harmless as it looked. “Y/N no! Don’t touch that!” Neteyam exclaims, moving with haste to your side, unfortunately it was just as your fingertips graze the smooth petals. In a flurry of movements, Neteyam’s hand is pressed to your muzzle, covering your nose, his arm wrapping around your waist to pull you away from it, yet it was all in vain as your simple brush against the bulbed petal triggered them to unravel and burst forth a dust cloud of some strange pollen. 

Luckily for  Neteyam’s quick reflexes you had avoided getting doused in the pollen, however the same could not be said for both males. Neteyam had taken the brunt of the pollen, as he pushed you out of the way, falling directly on top of you, while Ralak was able to get a decent whiff of the pollen’s intrusive scent. It permeated each of their nostrils, filling their senses with a sweet and addictive aroma. Ralak stumbled back as he tried to brush some remnants of pollen off of his hands, blinking rapidly as his nerves began to feel as if they were vibrating, “What- what is this…?” Ralak growls to himself, clumsily sitting down against a tree as the sensation of his dick twitching to life, made him release a guttural groan. 

On top of you, Neteyam was panting heavily, his hand still over your nose and his face in your neck. Your eyes flicked back and forth between the two men until the realization hit you. The plant must have been some kind of aphrodisiac and seeing the effects it was having on each of your companions, you now felt stupid for approaching the mysterious plant in the first place. “Neteyam are you oka-Mmn!”, You bite your lip to muffle a moan as Neteyam starts to grind his hardened cock against your clothed folds, huffing into your ear, “Need you… hmm.. you smell so good.” He mumbles into your skin, pressing his cock firmly against your clit, making your eyes roll at the friction. 

Your eyes meet Ralak’s as you turn your head to observe his state, his loincloth already discarded, pumping himself with deep grunts as he watches you squirm beneath Neteyam. His gaze was hot and possessive, his fangs digging into his bottom lip as if it were his only restraint to stop himself from coming over there to take you all for himself. It’s when Neteyam grinds particularly hard against your clit, earning a loud moan from you in response that Ralak finally loses his composure. His feet stomped heavily as he swiftly approached the two of you, using his strength to his advantage to roll Neteyam from off of you. A sense of relief yet a bit of disappointment washes over you at the loss of the friction, but the feeling is fleeting a one when Ralak grabs you by your top, hoisting you to sit on his lap as he kneels down to your level, “You did this- now fix it.” He growls, grinding you onto his erection, the rough material of your loincloth making him hiss in disapproval.

“R-Ralak hold on!” You whine with a prominent blush painted across your face, frantically moving your hands against his calm ones as he begins to untie your loincloth, “Need it off… need you.” He grumbles, rubbing his cheek against yours. Just as he does so, a booming hiss sounds from behind you. To Neteyam, he was witnessing what he sought to be his being claimed. The hairs on the back of your neck stood in unease as the tension in the air between the two males thickened. In a matter of seconds, Neteyam is claiming your backside, pressing you into his chest, while he glided his cheek along the length of your neck. Each of the men growled and hissed lowly at one another, non verbally warning the other to be wary of their own dominance. Despite this they seemed to be at an understanding… the understanding that they were to share you. For now…They were in the same predicament after all, infected with the effects of the lustrous flower.

Your body trembled as each of their hands began to touch and caress different parts of your body, Neteyam beginning to nibble at your ear, while on the opposite side of your head, Ralak was intently dragging his tongue up your neck, feeling your pulse quicken beneath the wet muscle, “Needy little paysyul…” he murmurs against your skin, his hands becoming rougher, groping your ass cheeks hungrily, pulling and pushing your hips to move your wet pussy lips along his shaft. Neteyam eyed your flustered facial expressions silently, his hands moving to knead gently at your breasts, letting out a hushed groan when your back arches into his touch, your consenting action sending blood straight to his already immensely firm cock.

Somewhere amidst the heat of the exchange of touches, your loincloth had been completely discarded, the realization only hitting when you feel two slender fingers rolling circles on your naked clit, combined with the sensation of your moistening folds grinding against Ralak's cock, making your hips jerk slightly at the sensation, “Does that feel good, yawne? You like it when I touch you here?” Neteyam purrs, nuzzling into your neck lovingly. A shiver raced up your spine before you could respond, a shaky whine leaving your lips as one of Ralak’s strong hand finds its way to the base of your thick tail, stroking it languidly.

“Such a sensitive little thing isn’t she?” Ralak says in a gentle rasp, moving his lips to suckle just above your collarbone, coaxing yet another helpless noise from you. “Mhm, she’s so cute like this…” Neteyam hums in response, letting his fingers venture further down to swipe a bit of slick from between your folds, then dragging the digits slowly back up to lubricate your aching clit once he begins to stroke it again. “Ahng~.”, Your head falls back onto Neteyam’s shoulder, mouth open with a stream of desperate whines echoing into their ears only urging your companions to work diligently to hear more of them. 

Ralak’s grip on your tail grew stronger, bucking his hips eagerly against your intimates. His body was growing rigid, nearly shaking with want out of primal need. You could tell Neteyam was quickly coming to this point as well by the way his heated panting reverberated with deep growls. “Fuck, I can’t take this- I need to be in you, yawne.” Neteyam groans, adjusting his position to clumsily untie his loincloth, while his other hand continued to flick at your clit.

Ralak’s gaze immediately shifts to Neteyam, his fangs bared in a chest vibrating snarl, “You have not even proved yourself a warrior of our clan- she is not yours to take.”.

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Neteyam te Suli

“I’m a warrior like you, I’m supposed to fight!”

SERIES *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ

And So She Danced With Death (Recom!Neteyam)

ONE-SHOTS ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Distracted (sub!Neteyam) Breed Me (Dom!Neteyam) I Need You, But I Don't Want You (Drunk!Neteyam) Request My Hero... (Dom!Neteyam) Request My Little Tawtute (Nete x Curvy!Human Reader) Love Me Tender (Lazy sex with Neteyam)

Violent Little Thing (Neteyam x Bratty Na'vi!Reader)

DRABBLES AND SHORTS 𓍊𓋼

Imagine Neteyam going down on you (Nete x Human!Reader)

FEATURED EVENTS 𖥸

Intertwined Desires 1k Special (NeteXReaderXLo'ak) LunasKinktober2023 Avatar12DaysOfKinkmas

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Good Little Boy

Teylan x Na'vi(Zeswa)Reader

Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, smut, m/f, p in v, riding, sub Teylan, dom reader, vulgar language, dirty talk, praise kink, potential spoilers for Avatar: Frontiers of Pandora, semi proof read cause I eepy.

Na'vi Glossary: muntxatan = Husband(male spouse) txe’lan = Heart Yawne = beloved

Just a little something for my moon✨@pandoraslxna

You loved your mate dearly, with every fiber of your being. He was such a gentle soul; kind hearted, attentive, always incredibly eager to show you the new advancements he had made with whatever pieces of tech he had been fiddling around with. You learned quickly that Teylan wasn’t your typical Na’vi, at least by traditional standards. Of course you knew your upbringings were wildly different. Yourself having been brought up as a true Zeswa warrior, taught to be fierce and resilient, whilst in Teylan’s unfortunate case, he was forced to live among the sky people, torn away from Pandora and its wonders, to serve as a voice for their schemes. When you had first met him, you observed this strange allure he had to “human things” which at first, that facet of his personality spawned a sort of disapproval within you. 

When you had made the decision to stay with the resistance at their hideout in the clouded forest, alongside a few other members of your clan, Teylan was nothing more than an annoyance, always choosing to seek you out to show off his gadgets. You’d often catch yourself thinking, why wouldn't he just show his Sarentu companions? Then at a certain point you began to catch on that maybe this soft handed male was trying to impress you with these odd pieces of tech. It was what he knew best after all, what he was confident in. The more you had thought about it, the more endearing the act became. In return you eventually showed him what you knew, teaching him things your clan specialized in, like how to hunt with a spear despite him not being very good at it. Yet even though it wasn't his strength, he always managed to try his best, looking back at you for approval, his expectant eyes wide and ears perked as he waited for your validation, having only just thrown the spear a couple feet forward, nowhere near his target, all whilst trying to contain the eager swatting of his tail. 

He was always so eager to please, and where Teylan lacked in brute strength or survival skills he made up for in other departments. While the initial idea of making love wrecked him with anxiety, Teylan was a quick learner, taking mental notes on certain things he did or places he touched you roused a reaction from you. While he was adamant on doing his part to please you, you couldn’t deny that what brought you the most pleasure was teasing your mate. Bringing the poor thing nearly to the point of tears, watching him squirm beneath you as you straddled his lap, running your wet, puffy pussy lips across his increasingly darkening cock-head. His plum colored tip glistening with a mix of your arousal and his own precum.  

Teylan’s ears were pinned tightly against the sides of his head, his hands squeezing your hips securely, fighting the urge to end your torture and selfishly sink his cock into your warmth. His soft whimpers were music to your ears, each glide of his cock sweeping through your folds earning you little helpless gasps and labored breaths, his grip on you growing tighter by the second. “Haah.. my love-.”, “Ma’ muntxatan?” You purr seemingly unbothered, watching as your mate slightly flinches when your tail brushes against his thigh. You’d been teasing the poor thing for so long, only giving him little tastes with just the slightest drop of your hips, only allowing his tip to push past your entrance. You were driving him utterly insane and you knew it, a cocky smirk playing on your lips. 

“Puh-please… I cannot take this anymore- It is too much!” Teylan whines, his arms shifting to wrap around your waist, pulling your front flush against his own as he buries his face into the crook of your neck, the bill of his hat completely hiding his face from view. A soft hum sounds from your throat as you pull back just enough to direct his face to meet your gaze with the simple lift of your index finger under his chin, “Mmn, is it too much, ma’ Teylan? Should we stop?” You tease with a slight tilt of your head. Teylan’s eyes nearly pop out of his head as he mentally begins frantically back pedaling, “N-no, no! I don’t want to stop, it’s just…”, “Just…?”. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he tries his hardest to vocalize exactly what he wanted without sounding too demanding. “It’s just… if you are going to tease me, could you- at least sit on it? I-I want to feel you.” The shift in his gaze, going from worried and anxious, to heated and needy makes you clench around nothing. Even still, pushing a bit further wouldn’t hurt, would it? “But you are feeling me, ma’ txe’lan.” You sigh, rolling your hips ever so slightly, giving his already overstimulated tip another grind of your sopping cunt. 

A muffled noise escapes your mate as he bites his lower lip, squeezing his eyes closed for a moment, attempting to collect himself, “All of you.” Teylan clarifies. This draws a satisfied smile on your face, guiding your hand from his chin to caress the side of his face, “And do you think you’ve earned it?” You mused, gently brushing your nose against his own, your lips just out of his reach. His eyes are half lidded as he hangs off of your every word, nodding slowly before attempting to close the distance between you, only for you to gently tug at the roots of his hair with your free hand, pulling him back, “You will keep your eyes on me, won’t you ma’ txe’lan?”. Again he nods silently in response, lips parted, his eyes bouncing between your lustrous gaze and your own lips. “Hah.. you’re cute, but I need you to use your words, yawne.” You remind him, releasing your grip on his hair, to steady yourself on his lap, placing your hand just above his knee as you align your entrance with his throbbing cock, “Y-yes… I will.”, “That’s my good boy.” You purr, finally connecting your lips in a tender kiss.

Your praise sends a shiver down his spine, straight to his member, making it twitch in anticipation as you begin to lower yourself onto him. Both of your mouths hang open, eyes never leaving one another’s as the velvety slickness of your inner walls embrace his shaft. Teylan’s eyes flutter closed for just a moment, yet that is enough for you to keep up with your little game. They open again when the warmth of your cunt vanishes, only encompassing his abused tip. “Ah, ah, ah… eyes on me, remember?”. Teylan lets out a frustrated groan, mentally scolding himself before nodding with a bit more enthusiasm, “Yes- yes I’m sorry. It won’t happen again, I swear.” He nearly pleads, his tone desperate as if frantically trying to prepare his mistake, “Shh… easy, yawne.” Your voice is soft as you are quick to soothe his anxious mind, planting gentle kisses all over his face. Once you feel his shoulders untense you know he’s ready to continue, leaving a final kiss on his lips to grab his attention, “That’s it… eyes on me.” 

A choked out moan leaves your mate, paired with the gentle sting of his nails running down your back, lost in the feeling as he bottoms out inside you, leaving you sitting flush in his lap. Your labored breaths mix, shared in such close proximity, each of your eyes full with wonton desire, it’s almost too hard to contain yourselves, but you’ve let your game go on long enough, “Mm… so good for me.” You whisper into his ear, nuzzling against his cheek to allow your scent to waft into his nose, and with a subtle lift of your hips, you allow yourself to fall onto him once again… and again… and again, slowly building momentum each time.  “Ohh… ‘feels so good.” Teylan moans, gently shifting his hips upward to meet your bouncing hips. You return his moan in acknowledgment, continuing to scent him while you roll your hips against his, “Ahh, such a good boy for me… taking this pussy so well.”. Again your praise sends a rush of excitement through him, while simultaneously granting him a boost of confidence, his hands find their way to your hips once more, pulling you down onto his thrusts, his ears flicking in satisfaction when he’s rewarded with a drawn out moan from you. 

It felt all too good, you almost didn’t want him to stop, but you were already so close having teased yourself as well as him for so long, yet still you wanted to last longer. Easily fighting against the restraint of his hands you pull yourself up and off of his cock, ears flicking as it slaps against his lower abdomen, earning an immediate whine from your mate. “Is everything alright?” He asks, his worry all too quick to come to the forefront again, “I am fine, Teylan. I just need a moment… I’m too close.”. His ears perk at this, tongue peeking out from behind his lips to moisten them. Even passed the curtains of your lashes, you can see the gears in his mind already turning, yet before you can object to any plot he’s forming, a gasp breaks from your lips as Teylan anchors you down onto your back, ensuring you are laying comfortably before pushing your knees toward your chest. “Let me take care of you now, my love.” He hums in nearly a whisper to you and before you can even think about protesting, his pelvis is dropping against yours in a matter of seconds, sinking his cock deep into your cunt. 

Your back arches and your hands immediately shift to grasp at his forearms, where his hands are keeping your knees in place. While it wasn’t often that Teylan took initiative, in the moments he did, he made sure to make every second count, sorting through the “save files” of his mind to remember exactly how you loved to be fucked. Your body bucked along with his as Teylan effortlessly hit exactly where you needed him to. The sounds of your sweet serenades fill the room, eyes rolling back when a familiar tightening in your core prods at your attention, body shuttering, walls milking Teylan’s shaft as you clench tightly around him. An intense wave of pleasure unleashes in the wake of your release, feeling yourself become light headed for a moment. 

It’s only when you are stable enough to process through your high that you remember that Teylan is still going. Forcing your eyes to focus you note that his own are squeezed shut, mouth agape, and beads of perspiration decorating his forehead, releasing trembling breaths with each of his thrusts almost as if he were caught in the cold. He was incredibly pent up, that much was obvious, his increasingly sloppy movements becoming a strong indicator of that, and when his voice broke into hitched and broken gasps, you knew he was close, he just needed that extra push. Reaching a hand up, once again you cup the side of his face, “My mate, you look so good, rutting into me like this. So powerful.” You manage to praise between your own sounds of pleasure, “You must want to cum so bad.”. Swallowing hard Teylan hastily nods, his whimpers growing in pitch, “Y-yes… I do- so badly!”, “Then what are you waiting for, yawne? Cum.”

The simple word is like a jumpstart right to his internal motherboard or that of a former programming that he could not disobey, spilling himself into you with the motivation of a few more pumps. As his exhausted form collapses on top of you, catching his breath, you can’t help, but giggle beneath him. “You may not be a warrior, but Eywa has blessed you with the will to fuck like one.” You coo in a playful tone, pushing a loose strand of hair behind his pointed ear. “I… that is only because you do not play fair.”, “And yet you still rise to the challenge. Rest, ma’muntxatan… you did well.”.

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Kinktober 15

S i z e D i f f e r e n c e

Neteyam x Human!Reader

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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, P in V, fingering, interspecies relationship, full nelson position, dom!Nete, mean!Nete, dirty talk, vulgar language, size kink, belly bulge. Original Nete art by @cinetrix

A thick warmth slithered through your core. A physical manifestation of desire and need, fueling your every move as your hips frantically bucked against the large palm of your na’vi mate. His thick fingers, loving lodged into your cunt, stroking and caressing your soft walls, emitting squelching noises from a mixture of your tightness and dripping essence, echoing off the walls of your bedroom. Again the surge of warmth roars in the depths of your stomach and again, you find yourself rolling your hips more roughly against his hand. “Teyam… please…” you plead, incautiously wrapping your small, feeble hand around his wrist in attempts to shove his already deep fingers further into you. This of course wasn’t the first time you had been intimate with your lover and your body had adjusted to taking his fingers rather easily by now. It was almost painstakingly so that when you would beg your mate for more, he would sympathetically reject your proposal, to give you his dick. Neteyam let’s out a soft groan, nuzzling into the crook of your neck while he simultaneously palms himself through his loincloth.

 His groan is one of both pleasure and frustration, placing a firm and tender kiss on your pulse to soothe your nerves, “Please yawne, let us enjoy each other like this…” Neteyam knew very clearly of your wishes, hell even he couldn’t deny how badly he craved more than anything to feel your pussy desperately clinging to him as you stretched around his cock, yet his better judgment deterred him from giving into them. His biggest priority above anything was your safety and if he were ever to fail by no fault other than his own recklessness, Neteyam would probably cease to be able to even look at you properly, let alone allow himself the gift of being in your company. A tightness in your chest accompanied with a familiar stinging in your eyes began to fester, as the rejection at yet another one of your advances was pushing you to your limits. With your grip tightening on his wrist, you hastily withdraw his hand from between your thighs, his two fingers soaked in your juices. With a confused look, Neteyam watches you scoot up to sit on your bed, pulling your knees to your chest, his brows furrow as he realizes you are purposely hiding yourself from him, your eyes cast to the opposite wall of the room. 

Neteyam sighs, adjusting his own position in attempts to move closer and grant you proper comfort, yet you shift away from his touch, sending a pang of hurt to his heart. “Y/N I know it is frustrating, but please try to understand-.”, “-I know, you don’t want to hurt me, I get it… but how can you be so certain that you will?” You retort, shooting him your own expression of distaste. Your sudden change in tone makes Neteyam’s jaw reflexively tighten, closing his eyes momentarily while he takes in a calming breath. “We’ve already had this conversation, my love. Many times.”, “Then why do you keep fighting it? I know you want this just as much as I do. You have to!” You fume, voice cracking as your eyes well with frustrated tears, repressed insecurities now slowly creeping their way to the surface, “Do you not want to be tied to me in such an intimate way, is that it? Am I that undesirable to you that I’m only worth a little fun to get yourself off?!” Your words were like poison to his ears, Neteyam couldn’t even truly wrap his head around whether you really meant this or not.

With his ears flattened, Neteyam reaches out for you again, placing his hand on your thigh, “Ma’ Y/N… I am already tied to you like I am to no other. If I could keep you all to myself, I would have it no other way. There is no one else I would rather have as my mate.”. Your heart clenched at his words, now of course feeling ridiculously guilty and stupid for your accusation, your tears calmly rolled down your cheeks as you placed your hand atop his, “Then why won’t you at least try to “properly” mate with me! I don’t care how much bigger you are than me, be rough with me, give into your urges, hurt me- I don’t care!”. Neteyam stuck his tongue in his cheek as his nose scrunched in a slight snarl, retracting his hand from your thigh to create a distance between the two of you. “No. I will not put you at risk. End of story.” He says simply glaring down at your small form. You scoff, eyeing him wildly before promptly hopping off of your bed, bending down to grab your clothes, quickly pulling your shirt over your head and beginning to step into your shorts. “What are you doing?” Neteyam asks confused, his eyes trained on you as you made your way to the door, “I’m tired of being treated like some fragile antique. So until you get over your little fear, I’m off limits. No touching.” You huff, twisting the door handle only opening to a slightly ajar position until it is quickly shut from behind you, a large, blue, 3 fingered hand pressed to the door just above your head. 

“Y/N you are acting like a child throwing this tantrum.” He grumbles from above you, his massive frame pinning you to the door without even having to lay a finger on you. Turning around you lift your head to look at him directly, crossing your arms as you lean back on the door frame, “So what? Clearly your desire to touch me isn’t as strong as you lead on, so why not just stop all together?”. Neteyam’s nose wrinkled as it scrunched further, showing a bit of his fangs in the process. His other hand shifted to grab your wrist, bringing your hand to his still very obvious and large erection, placing it over the fabric of his tewng to let you feel it’s firmness, “Is this not proof enough of how much I want you? How much my body craves you.” You simply stare up at him unphased, cocking a brow as if to say, “is that all?”. Noting that this display is doing nothing to ease your mind, Neteyam slowly crouches down to your level, his hand slowly traveling up your side, fingers delicately trailing from your hand to your shoulder, then up to your cheek, caressing it gently, his gaze intense and enticing, before he drops his hand to your waist, letting it circle around your backside. A sudden gasp escapes you when you are pulled flush against his chest, forced to stand between his gargantuan legs, leaning his face to press his lips against your ear, “You are really starting to get on my nerves, little one…”.

With a deep rumbling growl in his chest, moves both hands to forcibly push your shorts and panties down to your ankles, before pressing a palm to your rear and easily scooping you into his arms. “Teyam!” You exclaim struggling in his hold, before he drastically changes his handling of you, allowing one arm to drop while the other only supports your buttock. With a slight yelp, your arms quickly pull themselves around his neck to bring yourself tightly against his front as Neteyam stood to his full height, lifting you off the ground with him. Ignoring your protests Neteyam walks to a corner of the room, leaning his back into it while watching you struggle to keep yourself secure on his torso. “Teyam please I’ll fall!”, you plead, wrapping your legs around his waist, using all of your upper body strength to keep yourself from falling ass first onto the floor. “No. Don’t you dare fall.” Neteyam growls, slightly shifting the hand that was holding your ass to slide his fingers between your folds, gathering your remaining arousal to spread it over your intimates. Your body shivers at the sudden contact, brows pinching together as your trembling limbs make it harder for you to stay in position. “Net- Neteyam please… my legs- I can’t-.”, “-No, you want to act like a brat? Hold yourself up, tawtute.” He orders, sliding his fingers further to begin flicking wildly at your clit, intensifying the shivering in your legs. With a desperate yet pleasured cry, your arms tighten themself around his neck, locking in place by grabbing your opposite elbows. With his other hand, Neteyam scoops the length of your hair into his fist, pulling it off of your neck to give him plenty of flesh to feast on, his lips almost immediately finding home on your pulse, nibbling at it roughly.

 Your back arches, mouth falling open to allow your moans to escape freely. The sensation of your sensitive nub being so carelessly ravaged caused an instinctive jerk of your hips, willing your legs to cling as tight as they could to his sides. “Fuuck, Teyam! Oh god…” you whine, leaning your cheek against his head as he eagerly lapped at your neck, decorating it in several dark marks. You could already feel how wet you were getting, noting how Neteyam’s fingers got slipper the more he continued to stroke you, occasionally sweeping his digits across your folds to gather more of your juices only to spread them over your clit and continue rubbing it in extremely tight circles, “Eywa… you’re dripping wet, yawne. My eager little tawtute is so desperate to be fucked, aren’t you?”. Your toes curl as your clit is overstimulated, pushing you to your limits as you can feel yourself struggling to hold yourself up with the pressure of your oncoming orgasm, your noises of pure ecstasy becoming uncontrollable.

Neteyam’s ears flicked and swiveled at the peak in your voice, his cock throbbed hungrily through the rough fabric of his loincloth. His unusually aggressive touches drew out the most guttural and primal sounds from you that only fed his growing desire to fuck you into a horny heap. While your back arched immensely just as your orgasm was hitting, Neteyam took your climbing voice as a sign to push further, sinking his three fingers directly into your cunt. You cry out, throwing your head back, toes curling tightly as you lock your legs around his waist as much as possible, the minute you feel yourself forgetting to keep your grip. Neteyam’s mind began to check in and out of reality as his self control steadily lessened, groaning at the feeling of your pussy walls fluttering around his fingers. The room is filled with your heavy panting as you tiredly attempt to catch your breath, dipping your head forward to rest against his shoulder, finally feeling some relief and a sense of calm after the storm, your clit still pulsing from its affects. Neteyam watches you in awe, his expression shifting to hold a slight smirk as he nuzzles against the side of your head, “Tired already, yawne? Isn’t this what you wanted?”. You weakly nod in response, a small shaky whine breaking through your lips. 

A shiver shoots up your spine when Neteyam’s wet tongue came into contact with the shell of your ear, “Good, but I didn’t say I was done with you.”. Carefully sliding his fingers out of you, Neteyam’s arms then move to firmly secure around your back, prompting you to ease up on your hold and allow your muscles to finally relax, feeling the sudden ache of their strain. Your eyes suddenly shoot open when Neteyam begins to shift your position, turning you around effortlessly to hold your back against his chest. Holding you firmly against him with one arm, Neteyam allows his other hand to slip behind his backside, his fingers masterfully untying his loincloth. All you hear is the bit of fabric drop to the floor, before your body is pulled slightly downward, enough for Neteyam’s now free cock to slide across your plump ass. Saying nothing, but letting out low groans, Neteyam shifts his arms under your knees and looping them under your armpits, locking his hands behind your head. “Wai- aah! Teyam, what are you…?” You whine, squirming slightly in the odd position, when Neteyam takes the initiative to use your body as if it were his own personal toy, shifting you back and forth to glide the shaft of his cock along your folds. 

“I’m going to do what you asked of me, yawne- I’m giving into my urges.” Neteyam’s head feels like it’s spinning, almost as if he’s in a dream state as his instincts scream at him to hurry up and take you. Releasing a low gravely hum, Neteyam angles your body to line you up with his cock, it’s fat tip prodding your entrance intently, waiting for the moment to push it inside to feel your gummy walls wrap around him at last. His cock twitches needily at the thought of it, giving your folds a light tap. You could feel your pulse picking up rapidly, the position you were folded into completely immobilized you from escaping his grasp. Of course you had asked for this and while part of you was admittedly nervous, the hold of his strong arms mixed with that of the way his tip so lovingly glided against your folds only fueled your own hunger. Then you felt it, pressure. The pressure of Neteyam making his first attempts to push himself inside of you, his tip now lathered with your juices, slides in slowly with a bit of a push. Your eyes almost rolled into the back of your head that very moment, yet you had to remain composed, wanting to stay relaxed to take as much of him as your body would allow. Your voice broke into a slight squeal as Neteyam’s cock wedges it’s way into your taut walls, his ears creased against the sides of his head, his mouth agape, savoring every moment of his thick cock performing the impossible task of making your petite hole it’s home.

His eyes trained on the way your body submissively made room for his abnormally large dick, opening up to take him inch by inch, stretching, accommodating to his size. If he hadn’t drawn his bottom lip between his teeth at that moment to groan in ecstasy, he mentally swore he would’ve been drooling at the sight. Then your weak and harsh whines echoed in his ears again, professing your discomfort as more of his cock disappeared into your body. Leaning down into your ear, Neteyam nuzzles into the side of your head, whispering a gentle, “Shhh almost there, yawne…”, while he reels his hips back ever so slightly, just to push further with more ease, making you shiver. The intense pressure of Neteyam’s cock head pushing against your stomach from the inside, made your eyes roll. While the sensation itself wasn’t particularly comfortable, there was something about it that only turned you on further, “S-so full…” you whimper out, your hands absentmindedly wandering to grasp onto him however you could in this position. Neteyam could feel it too with how desperately your cunt clung to him, the pressure of your tightness completely holding him snuggly inside of you, was almost too much, boarding suffocating.

“I feel you… stuffed so full of me, little one…” Neteyam coos in a soft whisper, his own voice slightly trembling as he swallows trying to regain his focus. The muscles in his arms flex as he holds you more securely in his grasp, moving your body as a whole to slide you up his shaft before dropping you back down to meet his pelvis, exhaling a deep guttural groan at the euphoric feeling. Your hands move to grasp over his own, positioned behind your head, mentally noting how Neteyam had slightly shifted his stance, bending his knees and angling your body seemingly for better movement. Then it started, the slow repetitive movements of your body being rocked back and forth to meet his thrusts. The gentle slap of your ass against his lower abdomen made you blush, small punched out noises fell from your lips, enjoying the slow pace while it lasted, which wasn’t for much longer as the slapping of skin became louder and more frequent. Neteyam had complete and utter control of your body, using it to appease his own selfish desires, letting out satisfied moans with each kiss of your rear against his pelvis. He assumed your body would have relaxed and loosened the further it adjusted to his presence inside of you, yet it turned out to be quite the opposite. Being so undeniably full, each curve and ridge of your fragile little pussy was being stroked and caressed with each thrust, causing your cunt to clench tightly around him in an unconscious effort to keep him there. 

It was no surprise to you when his cock pressed deliciously against the opening of your cervix, the pressure in your stomach never fading as you felt him bulge through your tiny form over and over again, it almost felt addicting. Forcing your mind out of its state of peaceful bliss with the current pace of his thrusts, Neteyam switched his speed once more, greedily rutting into your cunt to feed his needs, his large fingers fisting through your hair, moaning and panting uncontrollably. Sounds that harmonized with your own as your body was pushed to its limits, taking him at an almost inhuman pace, screaming your curses out into the space of your room, “Fuck, fuck, fuck! AHHG Net- haaah!”. Neteyam panted heavily in your ear, his eyes closing tightly only to open momentarily to glance down at your stretched out opening, milking his cock with ease, watching how more and more of your arousal was building up on his shaft, seeing as how your body was being forced to overcompensate and provide additional lubricant to be able to take him so fluidly. 

“You’re making such a mess, yawne… so wet, taking your mate’s cock like a good little toy. So perfect…” Neteyam hums between moans, his words coming out somewhat slurred and mumbled, too busy with getting absolutely drunk off of you, his lower abdomen getting sticker as your folds so graciously painted it with your juices. Your ears hardly even picked up on his words as your own pleasured mewls permeated your ears, fingernails digging into the blue skin of his knuckles while your body was being jerked and jolted at an extreme pace. Again you found yourself unable to verbalize when you felt the knot growing in your stomach with your quickly approaching second climax of the evening, only being able to vocalize it in pleasured sobs. Neteyam could feel your cunt fluttering and clenching even tighter around him, only fueling his need to fuck you sensless, rocking into you harder as you released around him. “That’s it… fuck such a good little cock sleeve for me…” Neteyam purrs breathily into your ear when your pitch slightly lowers, fucking you through your high. You find your toes curling once again as the na’vi continues relentlessly bucking his hips into you, desperate to reach his own release, feeling the pressure in his shaft begin to fester as he twitches within the right embrace of your cunt. His voice shifting interchangeably from both breathy moans to growling and chest rumbling groans, his tail wrapping around your thigh as he pushed his hips faster, feeling himself just on the brink of cumming. “Ahhh fuck- I’m going to make you all nice and full with my cum, my syulang... Wanna breed this little pussy, until your womb is full with my child.” Neteyam was passed the point of thinking coherently, yourself noting that he probably wasn’t even fully conscious of what he was saying. Although there was no solid proof that a na’vi and human could reproduce, the thought of your belly becoming round and firm with his baby inside of you, made your womb cry out for just that. 

“It’s coming.. I’m going to cum- great mother… take all of it, yawne!” Slamming you down onto his pelvis two more times, Neteyam releases his hot load into you, bubbles of it emerging at the seam where your bodies connected to which Neteyam promptly fucked back into you with a few shallow thrusts. Your muscles felt weak and strained not only from the beating your pussy had just undergone, but from the intensity of being folded in half for so long. Feeling your trembling muscles against him, Neteyam gently eases out of you, carefully shifting his arms to cradle you like an infant, his lips hungrily finding yours as he walks you over to your bed, laying both of you down on it. Neteyam of course couldn’t fit his full body onto the mattress, but that did little to stop him from spooning you, pulling your chest close to his, his nose sweetly nuzzling into your hairline, his fingers wandering down between your legs, where your hips jerked slightly upon contact when his fingers press against your throbbing hole, pushing his leaking seed back into you to ensure you kept every single drop inside of you. “Mmn Tey… you know there’s hardly any chance of me actually getting pregnant right?” You coo softly, stroking his cheek softly with your thumb, “Perhaps… but that will not stop me from trying. I’ll be sure to fill you like this every time regardless of the outcome.” Neteyam hums in a raspy, breathless voice, placing a passionate kiss on your forehead, his other hand moving to stroke your thigh, “You’ll be my sweet little cumdump… my own personal toy.”. You blush as the obscenely lewd nicknames, giggling softly as you cuddle closer into his chest, “and your mate.”, “And of course, my mate.”

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[neteyamsyawntu]

Kinktober 01

H a n d j o b

Neteyam x StepSis!Reader PART 1

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Warnings: 🔞MINORS DNI🔞, maturation, stepcest, vulgar language, mention of both ruts and heats, Neteyam in rut, dirty talk

A light wind blew through the lush trees of Pandora, the thick familiar scent of the forest filling your nostrils as you sat on your knees, fingers masterfully plucking through thick foliage in search of materials that would be later used for herbs. You were quite good at finding new remedies for just about everything, your grandmother, Mo'at, was quite impressed by your natural knowledge of the forest’s gifts. Of course she wasn’t truly your grandmother; Jake and Neytiri had adopted you when your parents had met their unfortunate fate during an RDA attack. At the time you were only 9 years of age, but you could still see their faces so clearly in your mind. It was hard not to miss them everyday, yet as time went on it progressively got easier, especially with the help of your new family.

Kiri had been one of your close friends even before the accident, so you were very much familiar with the family as a whole. When Jake had announced to them that they would be taking you in, you were more than welcomed in with open arms. Neteyam interestingly enough had already asserted himself as a type of guardian for you. In the early days, you would creep out of the Sully’s tent at night while the rest of the family was sound asleep, just to have some time to yourself. A young Neteyam would be awoken to the sound of your soft sobbing and quickly move out of the tent himself to cautiously seat himself beside you. At first not many words would be exchanged, but his company was welcomed, and soon it almost became a ritual for the two of you to sneak out at night just to talk. Although Neteyam wasn’t necessarily fond of breaking rules he made an exception for you, knowing that these meetings were slowly healing you in a way. Sharing this time with him always brought a flutter to your stomach, yet you figured it was just your body’s way of showing how much his company made you feel safe. Yet as you got older these flutters began to appear more frequently.

 It was almost as if when you looked at Neteyam, it was always through someone else’s eyes. Like every detail as he grew was now presented as new and exciting, and you could hardly keep your eyes off him. It wasn’t until your first heat at 17 years of age that you truly knew what that flutter meant. When all you could think about was him as you ground your aching cunt into the mossy tree branch below you. The idea of him touching you, soothing you through your heat made your body shiver with longing, yet in your mind you couldn’t help, but feel guilty having these fantasies about your own brother, even if you weren’t related by blood. After this revelation you couldn’t help, but feel a tinge of awkwardness when you were around him, yet you tried to remain as neutral as possible, as if nothing had happened. As if you didn’t use the thought of Neteyam to get you off when your body most craved physical affection. A task that would soon become difficult as time went on, which is when you took it upon yourself to do chores for Mo’at to busy yourself.

At this point you had been out in the forest for about an hour, collecting variants of plants and herbs. Dropping the plant into your hand-woven basket, a familiar scent made your tail and ears flick with intrigue. The same musky scent you had found comfort in all those nights ago as a child. The smell of tree bark mixed with a sort of sweet wet dew. Your eyes wandered around at your surroundings before taking a more intentional sniff at the air to find the direction it was coming from. Just as you locked onto the destination of the scent, your eyes caught a glimpse of Neteyam’s back disappearing behind a thick trunk of a tree in the distance. Had he not noticed you were there as well? Curiosity peaked your mind at his purpose for being out here on his own. A solo hunt perhaps? With a mischievous smirk slowly growing across your face, your body acted just as quickly as your mind, finding the closest tree to yourself and climbing up its lengths through a couple layers of branches before stealthily making your way toward the unsuspecting Neteyam. Carefully, you perched yourself on a branch adjacent from where he stood, your body mostly covered by the leaves of the tree if he decided to look up. 

You watched carefully as Neteyam leaned his back against the rough bark with a loud huff. He was panting as if he had been running for hours. Had he been running? Your mind felt fuzzy as a new wave of his scent washed over you. Something about it was…different. The usual notes were there, but they seemed stronger, more intense. Your jaw flexes giving a discreet sniff at the air once more trying to put your finger on that foreign note in his scent. It was a strange mix between sweat and the hot surface of a stone that had been basking in the sun's light for eternity. This scent was not anything you had associated with Neteyam before, it made your brows pinch in the center of your forehead. A raspy groan took you out of your thoughts as you focused back on the man below you. His chest was heaving with heavy breaths, his pants breaking into strained growls. You watched carefully as his hand trailed down the length of his abs, his fingertips skimming over the fabric at the hem of his loincloth. That’s when your gaze was directed slightly below his hand, the sight making your eyes widen, a gasp getting caught in your throat as you quickly bit your lip before it could escape. 

Your wide eyes landed on the painfully obvious bulge in his loincloth. Your heart hammering against your rib cage as you witnessed Neteyam’s hand travel over the length of his tewng, cupping his erection, a strained hiss emerged from his throat as he slowly began to massage it through the thin fabric, his head leaning back, eyes fluttering closed for a moment in attempts to steady his breathing and soothe his discomfort. “Wiya…” he grumbled the curse to himself as he quickly became fed up with his own feeble attempts at calming himself. You should’ve been long gone by this point. Neteyam had clearly come out here for privacy and there you were gawking at him while he touched himself, this wasn’t right. You shifted to make your leave when then his scent washed over you again. Being this close to him somehow made it all the more intense, you could’ve sworn your knees would buckle if you weren’t already in a crouched position. That’s when the realization hit you. The new note in his scent was a sign of his rut. Your eyes gandered back down toward the scene below just as Neteyam let out a desperate groan. He sounded as if he was in pain.

You remember how painful your last heat was as you watched Neteyam struggle to calm himself, his breaths becoming more ragged by the second. Then a sudden thought dawned on you… perhaps… no it was a terrible idea…,but what if he didn’t have to spend his rut alone? What if you could help him? Would he even accept the help if you offered it to him? Or would doing so simply out yourself for being a pervert and ruin your relationship with your step brother forever? You tried to convince yourself that however that scenario went, would not end in a positive outcome, yet as you tried to make a second attempt at fleeing the scene, the mix of his intense pheromones and the distant sound of his needy groans as Neteyam palmed himself brought back that familiar flutter in your stomach. You could’ve sworn it even made your cunt ache for a moment. You release a soft hiss in disapproval at your own body’s reaction as you came to the consensus that simply leaving wasn’t going to be as easy as you had planned. 

Carefully you made your way down the tree you were perched on dropping to your feet with a soft thud. Neteyam’s head snapped in the direction of the noise, his eyes widening slightly in his dazed and frustrated expression, taking in the sight of you as you straightened your stance, palms facing out at your sides as if to show you were no threat, which of course Neteyam already knew. “Teyam?” You spoke in a soft tone as you cautiously made your way over to him, taking small and discrete tip toeing steps as you studied his movements carefully, scared that he may pounce at any moment with the way his eyes bore into you. “Y-Y/N how did you- rrrg you should not be here right now. It is not safe for you” Neteyam spat quickly, stumbling over his own words as he continued to massage the bulge beneath his loincloth. “Shh, shh, shh I know, I know… it’s just…” your words trail off as your eyes fall between his legs once more, the sight alone enough to make your knees weak. “It looks painful… under your tewng.”.

Neteyam’s eyes narrowed on you slightly before falling back to watching his own hand go to work, futilely rubbing at himself, “It hurts- it hurts so bad Y/N…” Neteyam admits in a rough whimper, “I can’t… haah-“, “Shhh it’s alright, Nete. Let me… let me help you” you coo comfortingly to him as you finally step to stand in front of him, your eyes locked on his. So many emotions were pouring out of him all at once; desire, longing, frustration, desperation, it made you pity him to see him in such a state. “I can’t allow that. I am not myself right now…” Neteyam paused as he let out a low groan, palming himself with more motivation as your scent wafted into his nostrils, “I cannot promise your safety while I am in this state… please”. As much as you knew it was wise to heed his warning, your mind was already made up, and the arousal moistening your folds beneath your own loincloth only motivated you to stay all the more. 

“You won’t hurt me, tsmukan. Let me make the pain go away…” you whisper softly him, slowly bringing your hand up to cup over his own, causing his breath to hitch at the contact, letting a barely audible curse fall from his lips as his eyes pinched closed, trying to hold back his instinctual urges as much as he could, yet allowing you to continue touching him, “There you go…” you hum as his hand falls to his side to grip at the rough bark behind him. The feeling of your hand brought a new sensation to his loins. It was almost addicting as he absentmindedly bucked his hips into your hand as you stroked him, “M-more.. Please, it is not enough.”. Blinking at his sudden eagerness you breathlessly nod, wrapping your hands around his waist to behind untying his loincloth. Neteyam released another needy groan, closing the distance between the two of you as he rested his forehead against your shoulder, inhaling your scent with earnest. His body felt hot against your own, that same hot, wet stone smell wafting back into your own nose, making your mind go dizzy for a moment, as your fingers fumble with the knot of his garment, your thighs absentmindedly squeezing themselves together as another prominent flutter in your stomach presented itself. 

“You smell so good, yawne… not just here-“ Neteyam purred, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, his lips ever so slightly grazing across your sensitive skin there, “-,but here too…” Neteyam’s tone shifts into a low growl as his hands move down to roughly cup your ass, massaging and spreading your cheeks apart to allow the scent of your arousal to escape the confines of your closed thighs, releasing a shaky sigh as the smell made its way into his nostrils. “Y-yawne?” You echo the pet name that he had used, taken aback at his boldness to even use it with you, “Yes… my yawne… all mine” he growled into your ear, as his grip on your ass tightened causing you to let out a slight yelp. Bringing your focus back to the task at hand you quickly undo the knot in his loincloth, pulling it away from his pelvis as the garment fell loosely into your grasp, letting it fall to the ground beside you. 

Neteyam lets out a rumbling hum as he watches you take in the view of his bare torso, a small smirk playing on his features. “I uh… I’m not sure what to do now…” you admit a little hesitantly, a warm blush painting itself across your cheeks as you avert your gaze back up to his own. Neteyam merely chuckled with a slight shake in his head. Of course you’ve never done anything like this before, with no prior knowledge on how to please a man. “Oh ma yawntutsyìp… so eager to please your tsmukan when you hardly have an idea of how… so cute” Carefully Neteyam reaches out for your hand, taking it in his. His palm is clammy and warm as it guides your own to the base of his shaft, licking his lips as your fingers brush against his cock, “Do not be embarrassed, I will show you. Now… wrap your fingers around it like this…” he instructs in a low hum, wrapping his hand tightly around your own as you close your hand around his cock, feeling it’s true weight in your hand, a strained “mmmn” vibrating his chest as you give him a small experimental squeeze. “Good… now follow my movement, yawne.”, holding your hand firmly in his own, Neteyam slowly guides your hand up his shaft, his eyelids fluttering as his lips begin to tremble slightly, a shaky exhale escaping through his nose just as you reach his tip. “F-fuuck..” He mutters under his breath, before sliding your hand back down to its original position at his base.

 The moan that fell from his lips sent a shiver up your spine, your ears flicking in satisfaction as it echoed in your head, eager to repeat the movement to hear it again. Without his guidance this time, you drag your hand up his shaft and carefully bring it back down, adding a bit more pressure to your grip as you do. His hips almost immediately buck into your hand, caught off guard by your boldness, letting out another needy moan into the crook of your neck, “Did that feel good, ma tsmukan?” You purr teasingly in a innocent tone, “Y-yes… mmn good girl, just like that” he groans breathily, guiding your hand with three more slighter faster pumps before letting you take over completely, his head falling back against the tree behind him as you continue to stroke his cock, his hips greedily jerking to meet your hand with every few pumps. “Ahhh~ oh fuck yes… you’re doing such a good job for me, yawntutsyìp… feels so good…”. His words only made you work your hand more passionately, pumping his cock faster until his hips were stuttering, bottom lip sucked between his teeth with a mixture of needy moans and whimpers escaping his throat. You couldn’t deny that seeing him like this was making your body react in strange ways.

You release a low hum in response to one of his moans as you feel the sensation of your slick beginning to drip down your inner thigh. Your body felt as if it was climbing to match Neteyam’s own temperature, you were nearly panting yourself, leaning forward to find the place at Neteyam’s collarbone, where his pheromones seemed to pool the strongest, your tail curling hungrily at the smell. “Hmm you naughty little thing, getting hot and bothered off of your tsmukan’s pheromones…” Neteyam growls almost hypnotically into your ear, “I can smell you, yawne…ahh~. I can tell how much you are enjoying this. If we were related by blood, my pheromones would disgust you…but instead they draw you in… they make you want me the same way I want you…” Neteyam’s tone was as low as rumbling thunder in your ear. His growls were becoming louder and his hands more possessive as he gripped your hip roughly with one and sliding the other under your beaded top to knead at your breast. Your breath hitched in as his calloused fingers groped your bosom, fingers shifting between massaging the mound of flesh to tweaking your nipple between his fingers. The sensation made your back arch into him, letting out a trembling whimper, his words making your head spin as you tried to stay focused on making him feel good rather than yourself. The thought almost just as quickly was overshadowed when Neteyam brushes his lips along the skin of your neck before placing an experiential peck along your jugular. When the action causes you to gasp, Neteyam’s lips fold into a smirk, before pressing his lips more firmly against the same spot, this time coaxing out a soft whine from you, making his loins burn with want, “Such a pretty noise… do it again, yawne.” He whispers to you softly as his lips part just enough for you to feel the wetness of his mouth on your skin, teeth lightly poking at your neck as he begins to suck on the same spot, earning a breathy moan from you in response, his tail flicking in approval behind him. 

It was now almost too hard to focus, your mind was preoccupied on savoring the feeling of his lips against your neck that the hand you have wrapped around his cock begins to loosen slightly and slow down. Completely lost in your own world, a sudden smack on the ass brings you back to reality with a yelp, “I didn’t say you could stop… Keep going.” Neteyam growls, giving your breast a firm squeeze to give you that extra bit of motivation. Your ears flat against your head in submission as you slowly nod, you begin to climb back up to your previous pace, pumping him with just enough pressure to make your step brother moan his hot breath into your neck. He was getting close, you could tell by the way his lips trembled against your neck, how his grip on your body was bordering bruising, fighting desperately to stay in control of his instincts, and yet he was losing. “Wa- haah… I want to be inside you so badly. Want you to take my dick like a good girl while I fuck you full of my cum…” he moans into your neck, pulling your body close enough to where the tip of his cock brushes against the smooth skin of your stomach everytime you pump him. “T-Teyam you shouldn’t talk like that.” You whine, now feeling his cock begin to twitch in your palm. “Why not? Is my offer too tempting? Are you imagining it, yawntutsyìp? Are you imagining yourself being fucked dumb on my cock, feeling me all the way up here in your womb?” Neteyam teases with a cocky smirk as he presses his palm against your lower abdomen. Your body trembles as his words begin to paint pictures in your mind. Your thighs pressing together once again, now mentally praying for a bit of friction between them.  

“Look at you… so fucking needy for me…ahh!” Neteyam is suddenly cut off by your hand now jerking his cock mercilessly, working beads of precome out of his tip that slowly roll down your knuckles, his chest is heaving faster than it had been earlier, his eyes closing tightly, mouth falling open with ragged breaths and groans. With a shivering hand, Neteyam sheepishly holds your wrist as his cock begins to twitch more greedily, so close to bursting his hot seed into your hand, “Ohh- Y-Y/N,… Y/N slow down I’m gonna-.. oh shiiit!” Neteyam groans as ropes of cum spill from his tip, yet you don’t let up, continuing to stroke him until he’s run dry, his voice weak and nearly audible, tail curling and swatting in retaliation. Finally tightening his grip on your wrist, he tears your restless hand away from his cock, panting heavily as his gaze bores into you, eyes heavy lidded, pupils heavily dilated. Without a word, Neteyam’s eyes shift from your own to your now sticky hand, slowly bringing it up to your lips, “Go ahead… clean yourself.” He orders in a ragged growl. Your brows raise for a moment at the realization of what he was asking you to do, but there was something about the look in his eyes, as if he were testing you, and you’d be damned if you let him get the upper hand. With a slight gulp you part your lips, letting your tongue first slide across his hand that held your own, eyes locked on his as your trail your tongue to lick up the salty substance from your own hand. Neteyam’s satisfied growl echoing in your ears as you watched you eagerly devour his cum, all while enjoying the show you were putting on for him.

“Mmm fuck, yawne… such a little tease..” he purrs shoving your hand away from your mouth to capture your lips hungrily, his tongue eagerly shoving its way into your mouth, petting your tongue with his own. Your eyes are wide as you process the action, but quickly melt into the kiss, moaning into his mouth and wrapping your arms around his neck to pull you against him, noting his already stiffening cock pressing against your thigh. A trail of saliva connects your mouths as Neteyam pulls away for air, your own mouth eagerly following in search of his own once again, yet Neteyam merely chuckled and leans in to place a tender kiss on your forehead, “Do not worry, yawne, you’ll get as many kisses as you want… but first…” slowly Neteyam lowers himself to his knees in front of you, his fingers caressing the sides of your thighs as he nuzzles your lower abdomen gently, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as he takes in the smell of your dripping cunt, hiding behind your loincloth, before shifting his head to stare up at you, his eyes almost seem to shift in color for a moment as he drags the flat of his tongue along your soft belly, “…I want to taste you…”

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