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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.”.

I believe Neteyam no matter how much he would love you, would want to wait with mating for the "right" moment. Neteyam wants you to meet his family and his clan properly, he wants to complete his training for the oloeyktan. Neteyam treats his position in the clan seriously, he wants to do everything before he allows himself to be happy or pleasured. So he prefers to wait, pleasing you with his fingers and tongue, and letting you pleasure him with your mouth and hands.

But how can he resist when such a beautiful woman asks him to go a step further? It's just rubbing against each other without the loincloth, it's nothing wrong with that...

So he allows you to get on top and tease him, letting you grind against him. His eyes rolling back as he feels your wetness against his bare cock. He could imagine nothing but sliding himself deep inside of you... But he couldn't. Not like that, not now.

"Do you think I could put just the tip in? It's not mating, it's just the tip," Neteyam was nervous. He knew he would have to hold himself back on this one because the temptation would be greater, but he would do anything just to feel more of you, more of that wetness. You didn't have any objections, you were excited even. Neteyam lets you stay on top as he slides the tip in, just the tip... Neteyam moans as your walls clenched around it, it was like your pussy was trying desperately to suck him in. "Great mother, feels good," Neteyam whimpers, moving the tip in and out, enjoying the sounds of your wet pussy. You held your hips up, allowing him to push the tip in and out, kissing all over his sensitive neck.

"You are doing such a good job, Nete" you praised, you knew how hard it was for him. How important for him was to wait for the right time.

Neteyam was becoming a mess, he wanted to feel more of that tight green. He needed to feel it on his whole length. So the tip turned into half of his cock. Neteyam was trying to be sneaky about it, he didn't want you to think of him badly... He just couldn't hold back once he got to feel your pussy.

A whimpering mess as he put his huge hands on your ass and urged you to move, it wasn't just a tip, it was half of the length. You didn't seem to notice or at least mind with those beautiful moans of yours. Neteyam couldn't wait any longer, pushing as deep as he could, pulling you down onto his shaft. A moan of surprise left your lips at the sudden stretch.

"Oh, Eywa. Forgive me, forgive me," Neteyam whimpered as he released into you, your pussy gripped him like a vice, it was a battle that he could not win. He flipped you over, Neteyam wasn't done. He needed to fuck it properly.

"What's going on?" Your eyes widened a little, surprised that he decided to give in after all. You couldn't say you weren't pleased tho... Neteyam didn't answer as he began to pound into you, his cum was like extra lube.

"So slippery and wet. Such a tight pussy," his eyes were closed as he kept moaning and whimpering. Neteyam was pushing in to be balls deep, then out, and then balls deep again. You moaned, wrapping your legs around his waist right away. "Good girl, tìyawn. Such a good girl with precious pussy.... Perfect pussy," he was fucking you like a feral animal, and he was a feral animal. He wasn't letting go, not after two rounds, not after three and four...

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, tanhì. You feel so good I can't help it. Your pussy is perfect, it feels too good. It feels to good... Fuck," Neteyam whimpers apologizing and praising you. He couldn't help but move his hips, he couldn't help but keep fucking you.

You were dancing on air as you trailed through the reaches of High Camp, fingers tangled in Neteyam’s as you giggled through the night. You were riding the line between sober and drunk, your extremities pleasantly tingling and feeling a little bolder than usual.

Neteyam wasn’t usually one for public affection beyond linked fingers and fleeting forehead kisses, so you count yourself lucky you’d been able to get your hands on him so much tonight. It felt like forever since the two of you had had any time alone. Neteyam’s duties as future Olo’eyktan became more intense every day, especially with the increasing amount of RDA raids and counterattacks that seemed to grace your home much too often.

It made you proud, knowing your mate was important and competent and helping your clan at all waking hours. It also meant he was gone for long stretches at a time, trudging home tired and dirty. You missed him like hell.

The many lonesome nights and the buzz of fermented juice had made your usually fleeting public touches heavy and lingering. Your fingers traced over the nape of Neteyam’s neck, nails scraping against the roots of his hair, thigh pressed solidly into his side as your lips ghosted over his broad shoulder.

Your probably inappropriate demeanor for two prominent members of the clan was hardly noticeable among the drinking and dancing bodies—families and mated pairs chattered all around, singing and conversing over shared leaves of meat and fruit. To anyone sparing a passing glance, the two of you probably just seemed a little cozier than normal. The warriors had returned from the raid with plenty of wares and no casualties, a feat rare enough that it warranted a little celebration in the midst of war and chaos.

Neteyam was limber and relaxed next to you the entire time, the most relaxed he’d been in ages. His cheeks were tinged dark with the effect of the liquor and the trace of your fingers, his hand dancing dangerously high on your leg and eyes glinting playfully with the light of the fire. You felt heat pool within you at the little challenge in his gaze, your breaths becoming heavier as you let your hand trail down his chest, ghosting along the fabric of his loincloth as you leaned over him to grab another piece of fruit.

The shudder Neteyam let out would be imperceivable if you weren’t pressed so solidly against him, breathing hard through his nose as his fingers tightened on the inside of your thigh. He was just as wanting as you were. It gave you a sense of comfort knowing he had missed your touch as much as you missed his.

You turned a bit on your way back up, hoping to catch the heated look in Neteyam’s amber eyes and instead caught the startled gaze of a young warrior, Zaelnu, across the fire. You felt a hint of shame run through you, ready to run away and hide, before you noted the raw desire staining the archer’s face, eyes near black with what you were sure was want.

You held the man’s gaze for a moment, brow bone raising a bit in playful question before he turned away flushing, immediately busying himself with the roaring conversation between young warriors next to him. It could’ve been an accident, wandering eyes that happened to catch you at the wrong time. Except, now you couldn’t help but clock the stolen glances Zaelnu kept shooting your way, lips wet and swollen as he bit on them, eyes trailing over the clench of Neteyam’s abs and the delicate curve of your waist over the flickering flames.

You pushed Neteyam down onto your bed mats with heated pants, planting yourself into his lap with a desperate pull of your mouths to one another. You couldn’t help the images that flooded your brain as your mate’s hands gripped your hips, his ears pinned back to his head as he gasped into your mouth. Another set of hands roamed across Neteyam’s chest, tracing under his pecs and down his slim hips, a second pair of lips finding the sensitive spot beneath his ear to make him groan between the two of you.

It piqued your memory of something you and Neteyam had discussed long ago, under the light of eclipse with intimate whispers when Neteyam was first coming to terms with liking both men and women. There were many mated Na’vi that brought in a third party into their relationships, either for sexual or child-rearing needs. It wasn’t at all unusual, but he assured you there was no one else better for him than you, that he was completely content as things were. That didn’t mean the idea had been completely abandoned, reemerging at times in dirty fantasies whispered under heated breaths as you worked him in your hands.

You let out a little whine as Neteyam pulled you more firmly into his lap, the bulge of his cock seating between your swollen cunt with a delicious friction. Your lips left him with a wet sound, ducking your head to run your tongue up along his long neck, letting your teeth graze across the muscle there.

“Fuck, love, missed this so much,” Neteyam’s voice with breathy with want, head leaning back against the wall of your shared home as he rubbed his thumbs along the dip of your hips. “You’re lucky no one saw us, with your hands all over me like that.”

A teasing smile edged on your lips, canines glinting as you pressed your forehead to his with a heated stare. “Actually, I think your little archer friend got an eyeful.”

“What—stop joking.” Neteyam goes still under you, eyes a bit wide.

Zaelnu was a talented marksman, tall and lean with kind eyes and dark dreads knotted with chains and feathers. He was a bit sarcastic, but still sensitive, with a remarkable respect for nature and the creatures he hunted. It was clear he admired Neteyam, often seeking his advice before anyone else, but he always stayed respectfully distant.

Neteyam was subtle about his attraction to the younger hunter, keeping up the cool facade of dutiful friend and stoic leader. He had played the role of the respectable eldest son his entire life, always putting others' needs and feelings before his own even if it was to his detriment. It was too bad that you could see through him like a glass window, reading each flick of his tail and flush of his cheeks when he was around Zaelnu for what they really were—desire.

“I’m serious. He looked like he wanted to eat you right up. Don’t you think he’d look pretty, with his head between your legs?”

You can feel Neteyam’s heart quicken under your hand, cock twitching even as he frowns up at you. “Stop it, we talked about this. I love you, yawnetu, I want you. You will always be enough for me.”

“I love you too, Neteyam, always.” You press a swift kiss to his flushed cheek, running a soothing hand down his shoulders. He nervously worried his lip between his teeth, fingers twitching up your leg. “But I know that there are parts of yourself you cannot explore with me, and I want that for you. It would please me to give that to you.”

He grunts as you roll your hips slowly against him, feeling the weight of him against you as you hold his gaze. “My love-”

“Besides, you know I think it’s hot, and I know you’d like it.” You let your hands wander down the ripple of Neteyam’s stomach, feeling him shiver under your light touch. “Come on, sayrìp, tell me.”

You pepper kisses down his neck, hips moving steadily against the bulge of his cock, relishing in the way the swollen head nudges against your clit. You can feel yourself becoming wetter against him, the whining noises coming from his chest and the fantasy spilling from the depths of your mind making fire run through your core.

“I-I’d want him on top of me, stretching me,-hah-just like that, yawnetu, shit.” His canines worry his lower lip, cheeks flushed high as you move to slip his cock from its restraining fabric. He looks borderline wrecked under you, eyes hot and pleading as you run your fingers firmly against the tender spot under his cockhead.

“You’d want him to fuck you?” That hadn’t been quite what you had in mind but it made your thighs clench, imagining Neteyam panting and flushed as he so often had you, sucking marks into your neck as he clenched around the fingers inside him. “He does seem pretty good with his hands. Fuck, would you let me watch? Let me stroke you just like this as his fingers open you up?”

Neteyam makes a desperate sound, ears pinned against his skull as he bares his teeth to your neck. He briefly moves his hands off your waist to the ties of your loincloth, fingers tugging at the knots until the fabric falls free against your legs. He makes quick work of running his thumb through the slickness there, gliding it up and over your clit, making you pant into his shoulder. 

“What if I sat on your face, letting you taste just how hot you make me while he fucks you. I bet you’d be trying so hard to stay focused, making me cum on top of you, but it would feel so good you’d lose it.”

You were trembling on top of Neteyam now, pushing your hips into every slide of his fingers against your throbbing clit. Your words felt like they were spilling from the deepest parts of your brain into the air between you, unchecked and raw as you gasped them wetly into your lover’s skin. Every fleeting thought and shameful fantasy was making itself known, pulling itself from you with every desperate movement of Neteyam against you.

“You think he’d know just how you want to be fucked, or would he ask your advice like he does everything else? Maybe you could use me as an example, your perfect little display of how to properly fuck someone until they’re begging.”

Neteyam groans from deep in his chest, the sound rumbling through you. His slick fingers abandon your clit, just barely teasing the rim of your pussy before stroking deep inside. Your thighs shake around him as you grind wantonly against his hand, nudging his fingers against the spot you crave the most.

“Fuck, oh, yawnetu, would want you on me, your pretty lips on my cock before you get up and kiss him while he fucks me under you. Want him to taste me on you-”

Neteyam’s fingers keep bumping into that soft spot that makes your eyes roll back, pulling desperate mewls and pants from you. His neck is scattered with marks now, little indents of your teeth and blossoming purple spots that he’ll no doubt get teased for tomorrow. It didn’t matter, nothing mattered but the solid feel of him underneath you and the dizzying heat building between you.

An idea piques your mind through the pleasure, crawling its way to the forefront as you feel Neteyam’s fingers desperately pushing you to release. Your fingers trail down his shaft, tracing the throbbing veins with firm touches before rolling his balls into your palm. You can feel liquid courage racing through you, spurred on by the throb between your thighs and Neteyam’s twitching hips. You let your fingers trail behind his balls, the edge of your knuckle rub firm circles into the patch of skin there, stimulating his prostate.

Neteyam’s eyes widen, dark and wanting as he lets out an honest to mother whine as he stares up at you. His cock twitches against you, wetting the spot under your navel with precum as he shifts between pushing closer and pulling away from your touch. You give an awed giggle, heat pulsing through you as you give another gentle rub behind his balls before he’s nudging your hand away from the sensitive spot.

The world shifts as Neteyam pushes you back onto the mats, gripping both your wrists above your head with clenched fingers. The soft fibers stick against your sweaty back as he pressed his weight down into you. You let you a whine as his precum slicked cock slid between your folds, slotting into the seam of you with a steady grind. He was able to get so much more leverage this way, pulling one of your legs high up on his hip to press his cockhead firmly on your clit.

“Fuck, ‘Teyam-”

“Isn’t this what you wanted, yawnetu? Get me all worked up, tease me with your pretty words?” His words were thin and panting even as he tried to gain control over himself, eyes wild as he kissed his way between your breasts and up your neck with tongue and teeth igniting every nerve along your body.

“Just, please, fuck me, I-I need it-want it so bad.”

Neteyam can feel himself losing his grip on himself between the smell of your sex and the dirty video of your fantasies making his mind fuzzy with desire. He releases your hands from above your head, stroking down your body and across your firm nipples. You’re so pretty under him, absolutely soaking and pushing your hips frenzied up into his touch, moaning softly with each flick of his fingers across your breast.. 

“Shit, yeah, pretty girl, I-I’ll give it to you, just let me-”

He pulls back briefly to adjust himself at your hole, fingers tight under your thigh as he lifts your leg to push deeply inside you. You hadn’t felt this desperate in a long time, sensitive and mewling under Neteyam as he screws his eyes shut above you, in an effort not to cum. The air between you was charged, the pressure inside you overwhelming and, fuck, he was so far inside you, pressing right into the spot that made you see stars at this angle.

“Fuck, you drive me insane, sound so pretty like this-hah”

He moves his hips steadily into you, long and deep, moving his fingers down to roll your soft and swollen clit. You can’t help but keen at the touch, fisting your hand into his braids to pull a groan from deep in your lover’s chest.

“Keep touching me like that, p-please love.” You can hear the pleading in your voice, each word sounding more like a moan than a sentence as heat builds up steadily in your core, singing through your clit and up your spine.

You felt a little frantic, gasping huge gulps of air that were pushed out of you in little ah, ah, ah’s everytime Neteyam rolled his hips back into you. He didn’t seem to be faring any better. His gasps are raw and desperate, muscles straining as he holds himself above you, thighs flexing and forearm taut with exertion.

“Fuck, you’re doing so good, love, take me so well, so deep inside.” 

Neteyam is breathless above you, eyes fixed on the sight of your cunt stretching so prettily around him, swollen and wet. His lip is between his teeth, chest heaving with each breath, and it’s so easy to imagine him on his knees just like this, pressed between you and another man, fucking you mindlessly to the same rhythm that Zaelnu is driving his long fingers into his prostate.

“Fuck, I’d w-want you to be in the middle, f-fucking me like this while he fucks you, please ‘Teyam.”

It takes a moment for Neteyam to process what you said, head fuzzy with the impending tightness of his orgasm and the sweet gasping sounds you make each time he pushes into you. When it manifests, the image does him in—being pressed between your legs in the sweet heat of you while Zaelnu stretches him wide, having to fight between pushing back into the tight pull of your cunt or pressing onto the cock splitting him open.

The shock of his orgasm runs like lightning down his spine, hips jutting unevenly and hard into you as heat floods his body and pleasure crests up through his abdomen. Neteyam’s face is lax and panting into your shoulder as he cums, fingers gripping the meat of your ass bruisingly tight as he spends himself inside of you. 

You feel a swell of pride in you as Neteyam shakes above you, cock jerking inside of you with each pulse of his racing heart as he fills you. He prides himself on always making you cum first, it feels nice to turn the tables every once in a while.

His fingers move frantically against your clit, wet and sloppy as he urges you to chase the high together, and you can feel yourself cresting the edge. You feel yourself clenching around his softening cock, pulling overstimulated gasps from Neteyam that he muffles with his teeth in your shoulder.

“Oh my, fuck, yes.” The sting of his canines pushes you to the edge, back arching into the pads of Neteyam’s fingers as he rubs your clit in sweet circles as you fall apart under him.

Your head tips back, digging your blunt nails into the muscle of his shoulder, panting through the twitching of your muscles as Neteyam slowly pulls himself out of you. The air is hot and sticky between you, slowly cooling with the light breeze coming from the opening at the top of your home. 

“Damn, you were really into that, huh?” There’s a teasing edge to your tone, soft and breathless as you hook your leg over Neteyam’s thigh. He pushes his face into your shoulder, feathering light kisses across the curve of your neck.

“Shut up.”

“Oh, come on, you’re so hot when you get desperate like that. I’m just glad my intuition about your little crush was right.” You chuckle sweetly.

He groans and throws his head back, lips curling in a bashful smile as he lets the afterglow of his orgasm wash over him. His fingers trailed down through your hair, rubbing against the back of your neck comfortingly. “I will never live this down, will I? It’s not like I was the only one worked up. Those were some pretty detailed fantasies, yawnetu.”

“I might’ve thought about it more than I’ve let on. It’s hard not to, with how you stare at him like you’re going into heat.” Your cheeks flush a bit, teeth playing with your bottom lip as you giggle at the shocked part of his lips.

“I do not stare.” 

“Uh huh, okay, sayrìp.” You press a kiss to Neteyam’s cheek, trailing your fingers across his arm that’s slung over your waist. “Just saying, he stares at you too.”