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Neteyam x Na'vi fem reader
🔞 Content warning: explicit smut, possessiveness, touch-starved!Neteyam, established relationship/mates, soft dom vibes, marking.
Word count: ~2.3k
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You had always known Neteyam was disciplined, painfully so. A leader's son, always in control. Even when you caught him staring, long and hungry, across the firelight, he'd tighten his jaw, swallow his need, and look away.
Until the night of your mating.
Now that self-control had... thinned, dramatically.
Neteyam wasn't even subtle anymore. He touched you constantly. A hand on your lower back, arm looped loosely around your waist. His tail curled around yours unconsciously when you sat beside each other. And when he thought no one was looking? His hands would drift.
Under your top. Over your thighs. Into your hair, pulling your head back to bare your throat for his soft, open-mouthed kisses.
You weren't complaining. Not really.
But it was very hard to focus when the Olo'eyktan's son was palming your ass behind the spirit tree.
Like right now.
"Neteyam," you hissed, trying to swat his hand away. "There are others around."
"They're not looking," he murmured into your neck, nuzzling, voice low and deep. His canines grazed your skin gently, deliberately.
"Let me have you. Just a little."
"You had me. Last night."
He exhaled sharply, a broken little sound.
"It wasn't enough."
His hand cupped your hip, possessive and warm.
"It's never enough."
You turned to face him and froze.
His pupils were blown wide, ears tilted back in need, his mouth parted. One look at you and he visibly swallowed, flexing his hands like he was trying not to grab you.
"Neteyam..."
"You're mine," he said, voice a little rougher now. "You let me have you. I held back for so long. And now..."
He stepped forward, crowding you gently against the tree, chest against yours.
"I want you all the time."
You whimpered and that's all it took.
He was on you in a second.
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He pushed you back into the shadows of the tree line, hidden behind thick vines. His kisses were frantic, his mouth crushed to yours, tongue licking past your lips with such urgency you moaned against him. His hands were everywhere. Your waist, your hips, your breasts, needy, greedy.
"I think about this all day," he confessed against your skin. "I wake up hard. I go hunting hard. I'm thinking about your mouth when I'm fighting."
He bit down on your shoulder, not hard, but deep enough to leave a mark.
You gasped, clutching his hair, rutting against him helplessly. He was already grinding into you, cock hard and trapped between your bodies.
"You used to hide it so well," you panted.
"I had to," he said darkly. "But now that
you're mine? I don't want to hide anymore."
He tore at your loincloth, fingers sliding under it to stroke your folds. You were already soaked, he growled low in satisfaction.
"Fuck, you want it too, don't you?"
You nodded rapidly, barely able to speak.
And then he dropped to his knees.
Just like that.
On the ground, between your thighs, eyes wide and wild with need.
"Hold on," he rasped.
And his mouth was on you.
You cried out, one hand flying to your mouth to muffle the sound, the other buried in his braids. He licked you desperately, tongue flat and heavy, nose brushing your clit. His hands gripped your thighs like he might lose his mind if you pulled away.
You felt him groan against your cunt, tongue fucking into you with rhythm, slow at first, then frantic. His desperation was unbearable. Hot. Addictive.
Your thighs trembled.
"Neteyam—!"
He pulled back, lips slick with your wetness, panting hard.
"I want to fuck you," he said raggedly.
"Let me, please."
He didn't even wait for an answer.
He lifted you effortlessly, you wrapped your legs around his hips, clinging to him, feeling his cock throb between your slick folds.
Then he pushed in.
The stretch made you gasp, you always forgot how big he was.
He groaned deep in his chest, fucking into you slow but hard, slamming his hips up as you clung to him. Your back scraped the bark behind you, legs shaking, walls fluttering around him.
"I missed this," he breathed. "Being inside you. Feeling you squeeze me. Fuck—"
He growled something in Na'vi, his grip tightened on your ass.
His pace turned frantic.
You bit down on his shoulder to stifle your cries,he hissed in pain and loved it.
"Bite me again," he begged. "Harder. I want your marks too."
You obliged and in return, he drove into you so deep your vision blurred.
"Neteyam," you whined. "You're gonna make me—"
"Good," he snapped. "Come. I want to feel you fall apart."
You did.
Hard.
You clenched around him as waves of pleasure crashed through you. Neteyam held you through it, still grinding deep, chasing his own release.
Then he bit your neck hard, right on the mating spot, and buried himself to the hilt.
You felt him shudder, groan brokenly into your skin, as he spilled inside you.
It took a long time for either of you to speak.
When he finally pulled out, he didn't put you down.
Just held you there, bare and flushed, face in your neck.
"I'm going to ruin you," he whispered.
You blinked at him. "What?"
"I'm never going to get enough of you. I'll fuck you before hunts. After meetings. In the lake, in the trees, anywhere. Just say the word."
You laughed, breathless and high. "You're insatiable."
"I am now. Now that I'm allowed to love you like this."
He kissed your temple, still holding you close.
"I won't stop," he murmured.
"Not ever."
And you believed him.
