Neteyam was well known for being the perfect son.
He was a calm, organised, a good warrior and an example for the younger warrior. Being son of the chief sure wasn't easy. He often wandered how his lif would be if he didn't have to be so perfect all the time but then he was quickly reminded that it was better this way, always being busy with helping the clan and remaining perfect.
That was until you came along.
He always thought that you were a mess. Always seeking out danger like an adrenaline junkie. You would always go on adventures with Lo'ak, Kiri, Spider and occasionally Tuk. You were kind of like Lo'ak, a combination of a fiery and feisty personality, sass and a good heart. Neteyam often saw you in his grandmother's hut getting bandaged because either you ran into some trouble or were being reckless again. 'What a stupid way to live your life'. Neteyam always said but then he knew that in the back of his mind you had him intrigued as hell.
Ever since he first met you he noticed your body. He thought of it as soft first. Plump in places where you needed to be and a cute little belly. One thing that drove him crazy was how your thighs would always rub up against eachother and how you would compalin about it on hotter days. It was mesmerising the way they would spill over the seat when you sat down.
Neteyam slowly over time developed a crush on you but told himself that he was far too busy to entertain such nonsense. The only problem was how could he resist you when you would banter with him so much? Constantly teasing him or refering to him as 'mighty warrior'. Many people called him that but there was something about your angelic voice calling him that that made him want to drag you to his hut and show you how might he really was.
His small infatuation transformed into something of an obsession that terrified him. He started to took at you more, notice you more. At first it was just small innocent glances then looking at you from afar whenever you were hanging with his siblings but then he started to fantasize about you more and more at night when he was alone.
He couldn't help himself. You were just so pretty
But then came the night where he knew he crossed a line. A line that he knew he should have never crossed. A line that he couldn't believe he crossed is when one night, after a particulary stressful day he accidentaly masturbated to the thought of you. He felt terrible. That night he couldn't sleep at all
He stayed up, sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, panting after a particular rough jacking that took longer that he would've liked... or maybe because he edged himself until his wrist felt like it was about to fall off. He laid back down in bed staring at the ceiling, eyebags heavy under his golden orbs as memories of earlier came to mind. How he came back from a bad hunting day where he hadn't caught anything and you just had to come and teas ehim with that sweet voice of yours.
Insufferable little thing...
His hand moved across his shaft furiously as he imagined those pretty lips of yours sucking him off instead of teasing him about not catching anything. It would have been a better use in his opinion. Or how instead of taunting him with those gourgeous breasts of yours in that v-neck top you wore today he should've made you kneel as he used your tits as if they were your pussy just to take the edge off.
Oh you were torturing him so much with your beautiful soft body and your teasing words. If you were his mate he would constantly have you spread out on his sleeping mat, buried to the hilt inside of you as he punished you for being such a bad little thing. Oh he would spend days in bed with you, trying out every position twice just to find out what best got the both of you off. He wanted to keep his little mate satisfied, at all times...
His hand began getting tired but it was like he didn't feel it. He just kept pumping his cock fast and angry as if it was that thing that irritated him all day. Truth be told it was. Everytime you tried being helpful by praising him or being nicer to him his cock wanted to jump out of his loincloth and reward you. His obsession was getting worse with each passing day. It was like a disease without a cure. A curse from the Great Mother herself but he didn't undestand why. Why?
Why did Eywa have to ruin him so blissfully? He was always a saint. Why did she have to create such a beautiful woman to tempt him?. He tried finding an answer but each time he thought about ways how to get rid of his thought they would just come back to haunt him and make him hard as a rock.
Neteyam heard a rumor that you wanted to start looking for a mate soon. He also heard some guys in the clan talking about mating with you and what it would be like which only served to anger Neteyam. They weren't worthy of you. They aren't good enough to make you smile or laugh or moan out in pleasure like he could. He wouldn't allow anyone to mate with you. He'd make it a law if he could but no... he had to keep being perfect and lust after you in secret.
Neteyam closed his eyes feeling exhaustion creep into his brain as he laid in his comfortable bed but then another shiver ran down his spine as he felt a familiar sensation of throbbing betwen his legs again
"Eywa help me..." said Neteyam frustrated as he palmed himself trying to easy the sensation "Not again..." he muttered knowing he would have to take care of it before going to sleep...
Hi guys. This is my first post. Let me know if you want one from Y/n's perspectiveðŸ¤
