PASKALIN — neteyam te suli x fem!navi!reader
WARNINGS: p in v / porn with plot / light smut / reader has female body / praise kink / hair tugging / blowjob / cunnilingus / semi-voyeurism / whiny neteyam / reader is needy
AN: this is a shorter one since im posting this like 1 minute before st5... however there will be more afah works + st5 works otw!! hope u enjoy this one, wanted this story to be my branching out to angst / fluff! ALL CHARACTERS INVOLVED IN SEXUAL ACTIONS ARE 18+!
WC: 1.4k
꣑ৎ ｡°‧⭑.ᐟ
The wind whipped past Neteyam’s face, a familiar roar after the salty spray of the ocean. He was home. The vast, bioluminescent canopy of Pandora spread out beneath him like a sacred tapestry, but his eyes stared straight ahead, unseeing. The cheers of his family, the relief of their victory, the promise of peace—it all faded into a dull hum. There was only one thought, one name, one face that consumed his mind, burning brighter than any star.
You.
Months. It had been months since he’d last seen you. In the quiet moments, in the dead of night in the Metkayina marui, his mind would drift back, torturing him with the memory of you. He missed your long legs, so strong and sure as you moved through the undergrowth. He missed the deep azure of your skin, a perfect canvas for the thin, elegant stripes that ran down your entire body, mapping a path his fingers ached to follow again. He missed your golden eyes, the way they would flash with defiance or soften with a love that was meant only for him. He missed your long, black braids, how they would swing and dance as you moved, and the way you yielded your bow, a fluid extension of your will, deadly and graceful.
But then his mind would drift to the dirtier things, the memories that made his body ache with a loneliness so profound it was a physical pain. He missed the weight of you in his lap, the way your hips would roll against his. He missed the soft, breathy sounds you would make when his mouth found the sensitive skin just below your ear. He missed the feel of your nails digging into his back, the way you would arch into him, silently begging for more. He missed the taste of you on his tongue, the unique, sweet flavor that was yours alone.
The arrival at the Omaticaya clan was a cacophony of joy. The clearing was alive with the happy and cheering Na’vi, their faces glad to see their former Olo’eyktan and Tsahìk returned home. The fellow teens swarmed Lo’ak and Kiri, their excited chatter filling the air, while Tuk ran off to find her friends. But Neteyam wasn’t looking at any of them. His gaze scanned the crowd, searching for the one face that mattered. As soon as he saw an opening, he slipped away from the celebration, knowing exactly where you would be.
Night had fallen. He zipped through the vines and dense jungle on his ikran, the familiar rush a balm to his frayed nerves. He landed softly a few dozen meters away, his heart hammering in his chest. He could hear you. You were singing a tribal song, a low, haunting melody that blended with the chirps and clicks of the forest. He knew this place. It was the place you and Neteyam had found together, and used for everything. It was shadowed by the tallest trees, their massive leaves forming a protective canopy. Helicoradian plants snapped and recoiled at his approach, and woodsprites bounced through the air like tiny, floating stars, their gentle light illuminating the glowing flora that carpeted the ground.
He saw you then. You were practicing your aim, shooting at a tree with a bullseye carved into its bark. He watched you release an arrow, and it landed just outside the center. You let out a frustrated sigh. Neteyam laughed softly to himself, approaching silently from behind. He stepped closer, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your very bones. "Your arms need to be tighter, paskalin."
You froze, your tail raising and your ears drooping in shock at the sound of the voice you knew all too well. He slithered his arms around your waist, one sliding up your arm to your shoulder, pulling your arm higher. The hair on your blue skin raised, your finger never letting go of the arrow. He brought his other hand up your stomach, over your chest, steadying your other arm. He kissed your neck gently, and you felt a single, hot tear drop down the side of your striked cheek. Slowly, you let the arrow go, hitting perfectly in the bullseye. The forest was silent for a few moments before your head turned and your lips crashed onto his.
The kiss was frantic, desperate. Months of longing poured into it. You couldn't get enough of him, your hands roaming over his chest, his shoulders, his back, as if to convince yourself he was real. He groaned into your mouth, his hands tangling in your braids, pulling your head back to deepen the kiss. He broke away, his golden eyes burning with an intensity that made your knees weak.
"I have missed you, yawntu," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion.
"Show me," you whimpered, your hands already working at the ties of his loincloth.
He didn't need to be told twice. He lifted you effortlessly, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to the soft, mossy ground. He laid you down gently, his body hovering over yours, his size a comforting, possessive weight. You were so needy after so long that you couldn't get your lips off of him. You kissed his jaw, his neck, his collarbone, your tongue tracing the familiar lines of his muscles. He was shaking, a low whine building in his throat as you worshipped his body with your mouth.
"Please, baby," he gasped, his fingers tightening in your hair.
You smiled against his skin, loving the way he fell apart for you. You kissed your way down his torso, your hands stroking his powerful thighs. You looked up at him, your golden eyes locking with his as you took him into your mouth. He cried out, his head falling back, his hips bucking forward. You took him deep, your tongue swirling around him, tasting the salt of his skin. You loved the way he felt in your mouth, the weight of him, the way he trembled with pleasure. He was chanting your name now, a desperate, broken prayer.
He pulled you up after a moment, his eyes dark with a primal need. "My turn," he growled, and then his mouth was on you. He didn't waste any time, his tongue finding your most sensitive spot with an expertise that only came from years of practice. You cried out, your back arching off the ground as he pleasured you, his hands holding your hips down, his mouth relentless. The pleasure was overwhelming, a tidal wave of sensation that washed over you again and again. You were so close, so close, and then you were falling, shattering into a million pieces of light.
He moved over you then, his body covering yours. He looked down at you, his expression softening. "You are so beautiful," he whispered, his voice full of reverence. He lined himself up with your entrance, his eyes asking for the permission he already had. You nodded, unable to speak, and then he was pushing into you, a slow, steady stretch that filled you completely. You moaned, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper.
He began to move, his strokes slow and deep at first, then faster, harder, driven by a desperate need to be as close to you as possible. The only sounds were your shared breaths, the slap of skin on skin, and the soft, rhythmic hum of the forest around you. He was whispering to you, a stream of praise and endearments. "You feel so good, paskalin. So tight for me. Take it, baby. That's my girl."
You met him thrust for thrust, your body rising to meet his, your nails digging into his shoulders. The coil of pleasure was tightening in your stomach again, hotter and more intense than before. "Neteyam," you gasped, your voice breaking. "Please."
"I know," he grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "Come for me, paskalin. Come with me."
His words were your undoing. You shattered again, your vision going white as your orgasm ripped through you. He followed you over the edge with a loud, guttural cry, his body tensing as he spilled himself inside you.
He collapsed on top of you, his weight a welcome comfort. You lay there for a long time, your bodies tangled together, your hearts beating in sync. The forest was quiet now, the only sound the gentle rustle of leaves and the soft glow of the woodsprites. He rolled onto his side, pulling you into his arms, his face buried in your hair.
"I'm never leaving you again," he whispered, his voice thick with a promise you knew he would keep.
