˙⋆✮THE BROTHERS CURE.
✿ dark pervy!lo’ak x fem!metkayina reader
wc, 3.3k .ᐟ
SUMMARY, once again, lo’ak gets caught pleasuring himself — only this time, he receives a little bit of help.
╰┈➤ WARNINGS, lo’ak is a massive perv so is the reader tho so../fluff/jealousy/oral sex (m receiving)/masturbation/obsession/smut/chocking/size kink/dirty thoughts// lo’ak is finally getting lucky!!
❥ nete is slightly featured, I just wanted to give this one to our underrated man lo’ak
Can be read as a stand-alone, part one here!!
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Lo’ak always wanted you, a forbidden desire. He knew how deeply his older brother was captivated by you, yet that knowledge never erased his own feelings — never stopped him from moaning your name every time he reached his release, wishing it was you his warm seed spilled into instead of his rough hands.
Just as he was going to do yesterday until Neteyam caught him.
Surprisingly, the younger Sully found that he didn’t care that he was seen pleasuring himself to his brother’s girl, if anything, slightly irritated that it wasn’t you who had witnessed it instead.
Lo’ak was a man who rarely felt shame, therefore the possibility that Neteyam might have told you about what happened thrilled him, sending even more dirty, relentless thoughts crashing through his mind.
After all, how would you, such an innocent thing, react if you discovered the filth Lo’ak had been doing behind your back?
Would you be disgusted?
Would you call him a pervert?
Would you tell the whole clan?
Suddenly, a different, much darker idea occurred to Lo’ak.
What if..
What if you liked it?
What if you’d like the fact that you were the only girl who could get him rock solid without having to acknowledge him. Maybe you’d love how much of a whore he was for you, how he’d obey your every command if you did as much bat your lashes at him, how he’d beg for you to grace him with your touch.
Or maybe not.
You’ve shown him nothing but kindness since he first arrived in your village, yet every night since he has spent it stroking his dick to you. Usually, it was only to the thought of you or some scenario he had envisioned in his head but occasionally, he would pick up one of your accessories to help him.
Whether it was a dirty top or an old necklace, as long as it belonged to you, he’d take it. Of course he didn’t think of it as stealing — telling himself that he was only ‘borrowing’ and that he’d give it back eventually, before quickly slipping it in his tewng (loincloth) when no one was looking. By now, he had done it so many times that he had his own collection of your belongings hidden in his marui, sometimes even grazing them along his cock because that’s just how desperate he was.
Recently, the forest man had grown tired of relying on the fading scent that faintly lingered on your items to get off, deciding it was no longer enough for him — craving something else that only you could give him. He needed to feel you.
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When Lo’ak caught a glimpse of you and his brother talking and your eyes met for a moment, he considered that Neteyam had indeed told you about how once again, — his skxawng of a brother was thirsting over something that didn’t belong to him. However, he brushed the thought off when you greeted him with your usual smile, showing all of your sharp, pearly teeth.
Ewya, how he wished they’d bite into his neck.
Either way, even if you did know about what got up to in his spare time, he was more than happy to prove to you just how much of a pervert he was. As he admired you from a distance, his gaze traced the refined curves of your body, lingering on your round breasts that were larger than most na’vi women’s. He almost let out a groan when he saw that your top covered most of your chest today, meaning he wouldn’t be able to get any sneak peeks of your nipples.
His eyes begin to wander lower before a voice snaps him out of his thoughts, potentially also stopping him from cumming in his loincloth (he’s just that down bad).
“Lo’ak!”
You shout eagerly, waving him over to where you and the ‘mighty warror’ stood beside each other — a bit too close for his liking.
Pretending like he wasn’t just eye fucking you moments ago, he jogs over, a grin tugging at his lips.
“Hey,” he says, stepping closer, holding your gaze, unfazed by the glare he can feel Neteyam drilling into him.
You remain completely oblivious to the tension between the brothers as you maintain eye contact with the younger Sully. “Me and Neteyam were just about to go on a walk, would you like to—”
You don’t get to finish your sentence before a deep voice cuts you off. “Actually, yawne, I don’t feel that well I think I’m going to go back to my marui.”
Lo’ak’s ears flicker in confusion at his words, finally averting his gaze to his brother. Despite you and Neteyam not being in an official courtship yet, he rarely never left your side, his poor excuse surprised Lo’ak. What was he planning?
He may not be the smartest or make the most sensible choices, like the time he followed Ao’nung outside the reef, but he knew his brother and his brother wouldn’t leave you, his obsession, alone with someone he knew would fuck you the first chance they got — that someone being his closest kin, Lo’ak. What happened to Neteyam’s possessiveness? Surely it has not gone away in one sunrise.
After being caught pumping his cock up and down in his fist, your name rolling off his tongue like a prayer to Ewya, the younger Sully expected that his brother would tease him by doing what he couldn’t, placing his hands on you, staking his claim — but he didn’t.
“Tayem, are you okay?”
You asked with clear concern in your tone, caressing his toned chest comfortingly with one of your delicate hands, your fingertips tracing gentle circles along his skin. The mighty warrior who would refuse to miss a day of hunting even during a storm — didn’t want to go for a walk because he felt slightly unwell?
Neteyam only nodded softly in response, drawing you into a tight hug before turning back toward his hammock, not sparing the man beside him a single glance. While Lo’ak was just as baffled as you were, he wasn’t merely bothered by his brother’s behavior. Instead, he fought back a smirk, careful not to reveal the satisfaction he felt at the opportunity to be alone with you.
Noticing that the worried expression didn’t leave your face, even with Neteyam out of sight, he used this as an excuse to touch you, reaching out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. One might mistake this for a kind gesture, but to Lo’ak it carries a much deeper meaning than simply trying to soothe you.
“It’s alright baby, don’t worry about him.”
Baby — the sky people word his father taught him, that he has used on you ever since. Although he had called you ‘baby’ many times before, it still made your cheeks flush and knowing it would fluster you, he couldn’t help but enjoy your reaction.
You were too cute.
“I want to show you something, come with me ma.”
Before you could open your mouth to reply, the tall na’vi man grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers together. When you gave him a surprised look, your cheeks turning a darker shade of purple, he murmurmed something about doing it so that ‘you don’t get lost’.
While the two of you walked through the village, weaving through the crowds of people, you looked down to admire how perfectly your hand fit in his. Your friend, Ao’nung, used to tease Lo’ak for having an extra finger, but to you, it was just another intriguing detail about him. From the unique patterns on his darker skin to the fine hairs on his eyebrows, you found yourself fascinated by every part of him. In what others in the clan considered as flaws and alien, you saw as his beauty.
Lo’ak’s hand was so much larger than yours that you began to wonder what other purposes it could serve — what else he could hold with such ease. Dirty thoughts, that for once did not belong to the forest man, fill your head, sending a tingling sensation to your core.
You imagined how easily he’d be able wrap his hand around your throat, almost wishing that he’d take you and prove your theory right there and then.
Would his hand on your neck also be such a perfect fit?
As if Lo’ak knew what you were thinking, he speaks up, breaking the silence you were oblivious to. “You good, baby?”
Fuck, that nickname again.
Realising that he had caught you staring at your linked hands, you attempt to defend yourself. “I was just thinking that uh—”
He chuckles, already having a idea of what may have been going on in your head, “Relax sevin, I just wanted to tell you that we are already here.”
At his words, you immediately stop, turning your head to observe your surroundings. Lo’ak had brought you to a place you didn’t even know existed, despite having lived here all your life. In front of you, the trees parted and there was a hidden cove where the river widened into a serene pool with not a single person was in sight. The air smelled of fresh water and wildflowers which heightened your urge to jump into the mystical lagoon. Unable to resist any longer, you decide to give into the temptation.
“Baby!”
“Baby, where you going?” You hear your admirer call out to you, ignoring him, you continue to run toward the cove, leaving him no choice but to follow. Once you reach the end of the narrow path, you dove into the water without hesitation, giggling at the splash as it closed around your body, a gentle sign of acceptance.
The younger Sully only watched from above, a genuine smile plastered across his face, debating whether or not to join you — after all, you were still his brother’s girl, but you quickly answered the question for him.
“Come on forest boy, don’t just stand there, join me!”
You didn’t even have to spin around to know he was already jumping in, obeying your request. Of course he was, he always did.
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The two of you spent the next two hours splashing in the water, laughing and carefree, as if nothing else mattered.
“You’re such a skxawng, Lo’ak.” You exclaim, playfully slapping his chest.
“Oh yeah, baby? I may be a skxawng but you know you love me.” The tall na’vi teased, taking a step toward you with every word. Catching your wrist, he presses your palm against his toned chest. Your breath hitched as the warmth beneath your hand sank in. Was he flirting with you?
Your eyes widen at the realisation, “L—Lo—”
“Shh ma, you don’t have to say anything.” He cooed, wrapping his broad arms around your waist, pulling you closer until your lips were only centimetres away.
The thought of you kissing them had crossed your mind countless times, but now that it was just a small push away from actually happening you didn’t know what to do. Your heart fluttered so loudly at the possibility that you were certain he could hear it.
His tail possessively curls around your thigh as your hands explore his muscular chest, everything you had ever felt for Neteyam vanishing right there and then. Lo’ak buries his face into your neck, inhaling your scent deeply. “You smell so intoxicating, my poison.” He murmurs against your skin.
You don’t have enough time to process his words before he starts attacking your neck with open mouthed kisses, you whine. While one of his hands roughly held you by waist, stabilising you in the water, the other went up to squeeze your throat.
You were correct, his wide hand was a perfect fit for your neck — now all you needed to find out was what magic his long fingers could do.
“Tell me baby, does my brother get you like this?”
That’s right — Neteyam, his brother, who was planning on courting you.
Both of your bodies stiffened instantly at his words. Lo’ak, so caught up in feasting on your flesh, didn’t even seem to realise the weight of what he had just said.
You felt the warmth of his arms around you falter, and instinctively, your grip tightened for a desperate second, not wanting him to let go despite the guilt that started to pool in your stomach. However, even when you held on you could feel the way his body tensed.
Pulling away, he searches your face to make up an excuse, the right words to say to the woman he wanted more than anything. Of course he wanted this, wanted you, but at moment this was all too much.
So what does he do?
He runs away because that’s what he’s best at (like his daddy).
Breaking the silence between you the two of you, he clears his throat, “Fuck I’m so sorry about this, I—I need to go, I’ll see you later, yeah?”
Before you can even find the words to answer, he’s already stepping back. There’s a flicker of hesitation in his eye, like there’s so much more he wants to say but he doesn’t know how to. Then he turns around, his shoulders tight, as if he was betraying himself with each step away. You want to call out to him, run after him, anything, but you don’t.
You only watch the Sully walk off in a hurry, leaving you alone in the water, moving like a man who had just been poisoned and your touch was the venom burning through him.
What the fuck just happened?
The events of what happened between you and Lo replayed in your mind over and over as you desperately tried to pinpoint where you went wrong. Was it something you said? Was he going to tell Neteyam?
You swim for a little longer, hoping that it’ll wash away your troubles — unfortunately it doesn’t, only drowning you deeper into thought. Pushing yourself forward, you swim until your feet find the solid ground, the blurry trees from afar slowly coming into focus while you waded out the cove. As you stood, water streamed down your arms and shoulders causing you to groan, this was your least favourite part of swimming. You lift your hands to sloppily squeeze the excess water from your braids, droplets splashing into the surface below.
That was when something caught your eye near your feet, a glint beneath the shallow water. The setting sun cast long shadows, making it hard to make out the distorted shape, but curiosity pushed you to reach down and pick it up.
Your fingers close around it and you immediately recognised the familiar object as Lo’ak’s necklace. You figured that It must have slipped off when he jumped in.
Too bad it wasn’t his tewng instead, the voice in the back of your head said, making you let out another groan of disappointment.
At least now you had a reason to visit him without seeming like a stalker, actually a terribly reasonable excuse. Maybe this was Eywa’s gift to you, a chance to beg Lo’ak not to tell his brother what had happened!!
“Thank you, great mother,” you muttered under your breath, heading toward the forest man’s kelku (home) with a touch more excitement than you probobly should.
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As you drew closer to Lo’ak’s marui with his necklace tightly clutched in your hand, a sudden noise — dangerously similar to a moan, startles you. At first, you thought it was just your imagination, your mind playing tricks on you for all the dirty thoughts you were having earlier but when the sound came again, followed by three more, you knew it was real.
Before you can stop yourself, your feet carry you to the source of the sound like some sort of magnetic pull, hoping to catch a peek of what was going on. I’m just making sure he’s okay, you whisper to yourself, trying to justify your lurking.
You had never encountered anything like this before, feeling dirty by how intrigued you were. As more pathetic noises escape the hut, your thighs subconsciously clench together, a small patch of wetness forming on your loincloth. Not long after you realise that it was not just moans you were hearing — it was whimpers, whines and groans all merged together.
Just one peek — just one small peek before I’ll leave his cursed necklace by the entrance and never turn back, you tell yourself. Just one little peek.
But was it really?
Like a moth attracted to flame, you can’t help but stand on your tip toes, heels trembling as you rose, stretching just enough to peer through the narrow gap of his beaded curtains. So what if you were being a pervert? You had seen the way Lo’ak looked at you many times, how his gaze always lingered on your body for a beat too long, and how Neteyam noticed everytime, his jaw tightening, hands balling into fists. You saw it all.
You much preferred pretending to be oblivious, it was more fun that way, painting yourself an angel to the brothers while they curdled into rivalry. It was as if no one expected you, an innocent, to know what they were doing and it thrilled you, though not nearly as much as the current sight before you.
In front of you was Lo’ak, stroking his hand up and down his thick length, his purple tip stained with pre-cum that was practically begging to be sucked off. The stripes on his cock matched the ones on the rest of his body perfectly, your needy cunt drips with slick as you follow them down to the base where his balls hang low and heavy.
His head was tilted back, messy braids loosely tied up, eyes squeezed shut, beads of sweat glistening on his forehead — Lo’ak looked as though the great mother herself had carved him, taking extra care with his body.
Fuckmefuckmefuckme
You try your hardest to suppress your sounds as another one slipped from his lips, if you were stood any nearer, you were sure he’d be able to smell your arousal. In that moment, Lo’ak appeared more handsome than usual, desperation was truly a great look on him.
Almost as if he knew he had an audience, he wraps his hand around his cock even tighter, teasing his cock head with his thumb.
Before you can resist, your trembling hand slips underneath your loincloth, desperate to ease the ache in your tummy, the ache he created and only he could make go away.
As you fixate your gaze on the mess in between your thighs, you ask yourself what made could have made the rebellious son of Toruk Makto so.. needy.
But did you really need to, with the way you were all over him? Every accidental brush in the water, every ‘adjustment’ of your top to make it tighter, every teasing tug at his hair to ‘mess with him’, each time, his dick would throb, and every time, you were fully aware of exactly what you were doing.
Biting down on your lip, you gently caress your soaking folds, then lift your head for a brief peek, expecting to find Lo’ak with his eyes closed, only to discover them wide open, staring straight at you.
His gaze flickers, a smug grin spreading across his face as he takes in your shocked reaction, amused by the fact that he’s completely caught you off guard. Did you really think he wouldn’t know that you had been watching him?
After all, he had done it so many times to you that if there was one thing he could outsmart you in, it was certainly this.
Your eyes widen instantly as the two of make eye contact, a soft gasp catching in your throat, cheeks heating up when you notice his hand movements speed up. For a heartbeat you forget how to move, how to look away — you don’t think you even want to.
You watch helplessly as he pumps his dick up and down in his fist, looking at you the entire time.
This had to be the hottest thing you’ve ever seen.
Guided by lust and adrenaline, you slip through the hanging beads of the marui, each step deliberate, toward the man inside, his eyes glued to your every move.
Now standing before him, you lift a finger to his chin, tilting his face upward his eyes met yours. “Baby..” he pants, but you ignore him, instead putting all your focus on his neglected cock, his ears perking up in excitement.
“Shh” you murmur, shushing him just like he had done to you earlier. Without another word, you drop onto your knees, taking his cock from his hands and placing it in your soft ones instead, simply admiring it.
You thought his dick looked massive in his hands, but in yours??
You watch the forest man’s face twitch as you put his dick in your mouth, the sensation immediately making him throw his head back in pleasure. “Oh fuck—"
Lo’ak groans and pushes his length further into your mouth, thrusting his hips forward as your tongue teases him, swirling around his head. You moan when he hits the back of your throat, sending vibrations down his cock as you taste his salty pre-cum, it was even more delicious than you imagined.
“Fuck b—baby you’re so good.”
For Lo’ak, it felt like all the dirty thoughts he had imagined were finally coming to life — because they were. Two weeks ago, only in his dreams would he find you with your warm mouth around him, but now, this was his reality.
For once, he wasn’t second to his older brother.
For once, he had no competition.
For once, he had won.
Or has he? After all Neteyam leaving the two of you alone was pretty suspicious..
Grabbing a fistful of your hair, he tries to shove all of his length down your throat, making you gag.
“All this time I thought you were poison ma, poisoning my body but you—you’re the cure.”
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Shout out to my angel @ahotassbitchh who motivated me to write this ily!!
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