I MIGHT HAVE AN IDEA FOR THE NEYTIRI SMUT??? idk what leads up to idea so imma just jump in.. so yk how neytiri is a badass but she also has a sweet, bashful side to her? i was thinking maybe the reader is more on the dominant side but that specific day, neytiri is like “nawl i wanna be the dominant one rn 🤨” and they kind of have a back and forth where they try to out-dom each other and flirty banter and shit (LMFAO IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN THAT PART) and the reader finally gives in bc they think her determination is hot but the whole time the reader is still praising her 🤭 she has so many layers to her, you could write all types of smut for her frfr.. i’m so in love with her send help 🙏
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be the jake to my neytiri? or the other way around i don’t care 😻
YOU HAVE BEEN UP MY FUCKING ASS FOR THIS SO BE GRATEFUL DINO ANON.
You had just arrived back from hunting when finding Neytiri sat down peacefully on your shared rest place, unwinding her braids with fluent fingers. You let your bow slip from your arm and clatter to the ground, sighing in gentle exhaustion as you lean down and kiss your mate on the cheek. “So tired,” you mumble, collapsing beside her as you stretch out your limbs.
“Tired?” Neytiri asks, a soft pout of her lip that has your eyes fluttering open to look up at her. You let your gaze skim over her, black locks of curls out and layering at her shoulders, a beaded neck piece that just skims over her nipples.
“Maybe not that tired.” You murmur, rising up on your elbows, grabbing her lips in a swift kiss. You shift to push her down onto the ground, but she places a hand on your forearm.
“My love, I would like to be in charge,” she says, instead pushing you to the ground.
“Hm,” you tease, dragging a hand up her thigh from below and skimming past her loincloth to glide two fingers up her damp slit. “You sure?”
She responds by gripping at your right thigh, and moving it to sit against her hip. The movement pulls you closer to her, pressing your clothed cunt against her abdomen. You bite the inside of your cheek, skin growing warm.
"I’m very sure." Neytiri whispers, voice luxurious and smooth. She leans back down to you, catching your lips once again.
Her skilled tongue dances against yours, and her hands grab at your hips, pushing them back before pulling them right back onto her stomach. Your pussy pulses, and you blabber against her mouth as your hands find their way up into her wavy, smooth hair.
She moves your hips in an upwards circular emotion, and you let a groan slip, as the scratchy material of your loincloth rubs against your clit. It stung, but it stung so addictively good.
"Want you so bad, now..." you murmur, distorted by her tongue and lips moving swiftly against your own. Her lower body shifts, and tilts upwards, changing the contact from her stomach onto her pussy. Your fingers lock into her raven locks, twisting and tightening on the fluffy threads.
She grinds your clothed cunt against hers, her own breathy moan leaving her. You were practically dripping by now, and you feel a seep of your arousal slip past your bottoms and dribble down your thigh.
Neytiri pulls away to take a deep breath, lips messily wet and puffy. Long bangs of her black hair fall in front of her face, blue skin tinted a purply haze. She looks breath-taking. Your stomach swirls with hot anticipation.
Her eyes run to your thigh, and a shocked giggle becomes from her throat. "My love, you’re so wet."
“Mmph, I’d like to see your pussy then.” You lowly laugh, but it quickly morphs into a hazed gasp when she slides her two fingers upwards along the line of your wetness, gathering it on the pads of them. She pushes the fingers past your lips, a look of curiosity on her face.
You’re surprised by the sudden act of kink, but nonetheless suck on her warm delicate digits, your tongue swirling around them glutton-like. She gently grins, pushing them deeper into your mouth until they reach the back of your tongue.
You try not to automatically gag, eyes still remaining on hers. Then she takes them out, wiping the messy wet fingers on your thigh.
She moves herself downwards, and you gulp when her warm breath fans against your cunt. You lower your head weakly, watching as she sticks her tongue out and looks up to you, slowly flattening her tongue along your slit. Her thick length strokes up your sex, long and slow.
Your hands slap onto her shoulders, gritting your teeth as you squeak. "A-ah, Neytiri, baby.. you're teasing."
Her tongue presses against your pussy harder, then swirling around your clit threateningly. Her yellow eyes glare into yours.
"I know,” she blunts. She scoops her arms around your thighs swiftly, hands placing on the side of your stomach and thumbs bending into the skin just below your belly button.
Her tongue flicks against your padded cunt again, as her shoulders raise against your thighs, forcefully pushing them higher up. Your fingers dig into the gritty ground beneath you.
You mewl as she angles her tongue to glide amongst the inside of your folds, feathering at sensitive blotches of wet flesh, the tip teasing around your actual entrance. She then hooks her fingers around the underwear, and she pulls them down to your thighs, a slick of your fluid sticking to the material. Soft fingers rake up your slit, gathering wetness on her fingers again.
“Good girl,” you praise, pushing her head up gently into your pussy more. She likes that, because her tail flicks up. You end up pushing her again, but this time it’s to flip her onto her back. She doesn’t even realise what’s going on until you’re untying both your loincloths, kneeling in front of her as you prepare one of her legs to swing over your slim shoulder.
“Ma Y/N…” she begins, not able to hide the moan when you graze your wet pussy along her own.
“I’ll let you connect our tsaheylus, hm? That sound good?” you reason, starting to gently rock your hips. A swing of heat rushes through your stomach, immediate pleasure coming from the movement and you can’t help but sigh.
Neytiri whines, but she can’t get herself to move as you grind your pussy into hers, bumping her clit with smooth, sloppy motions. She starts bucking her hips up into you, earning a surprised gasp from your chest. Her fingers find your waist, and she finds a rough rhythm as her waist wiggles back and forth. Your mouth agapes, and Neytiri lets a grin stretch upon her plump lips.
She takes you aback when she suddenly swings herself over, causing you to tumble to the ground and now, she is on top, angling her hips to yours and—
“Ooh, shit,” you cry out, as Neytiri rocks her cunt along yours and moving her hips up and down throughout it. You feel so good, your clit catching onto hers and your wetness gooing together with hers.
“Mm…” Neytiri smiles, eyes fluttery as she watches your face contort in pleasure. “Feels so good.”
You’re the one that’s fumbling for your tsaheylu, grabbing hers from her back and connecting them in one flustered movement. Bursts of colorful emotion fills you both, the pleasure increased by a hundred and your head digs into the ground, back arching.
It only makes Neytiri strive harder, wrapping an arm around your thigh and now using it as a leverage to move your cunt faster against hers. “Shiiit— doing good. Mhm, doing so good. My beautiful girl,” you rush.
“Mhm,” Neytiri hums gratefully, leaning her face against your leg in the most adorable way as if she isn’t fucking your pussy ferociously right now. Your orgasm’s drawing near, and she knows, and you know hers is too.
“You gonna gush all over me? Please, baby.” You moan, swaying your hips up to meet her messy thrusts. “Need you to.”
“Yes, yes,” she whines. “Want you to come with me. You’re going to.” Her pace picks up a notch, pulling your body up and down forcefully. Goddamn, you would never get over her hidden strength.
The coil in your belly snaps, the wave of ecstasy crashing through your system and racking you completely until you’re left a shaking mess. She finishes right after, hitting you with another wave and you can feel tears begin to bubble up in your eyes, it’s that shockingly good. You chant her name between tiny gasps of air, fingers digging into her skin like if you let go, you’ll lose her.
Neytiri lazily slumps against you when the high’s faded out, circling a finger around your thigh with a loose smirk playing on her lips. “Look at our mess,” she comments, eyes set on the space where your bodies collide.
“Yeah,” you giggle softly. “Who’s gonna clean it up?”
She then presses a thumb at your clit, circling it gently as she watches you gasp in overstimulating horror, preparing you for what seems to be round two. “You are.”
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