Smut with Lo’ak, like through the comms? (Talking her through it perhaps) I love your writing :)
lo’ak x fem human reader (18+)
a.n: there are so many requests for him in my inbox, what abt my goat neteyam???🙏 jk lo’ak is such a pretty boy it’s impossible not to write about him. awesome request and happy late valentines!
you lay sprawled across your bed beneath the dim red wash of the lab’s emergency lights, shadows stretching long across the ceiling. the digital clock on the far wall blinked past 2:07 a.m., each quiet tick of the second hand sounding louder than it should. sleep refused to settle. every time you closed your eyes, your mind dragged you back to him. lo’ak somewhere beyond the treeline, deep in the wilds, training under his father’s sharp watch and neteyam’s steady example.
the comm resting against your collarbone felt heavier than usual, its small metal casing cool against your skin. it had been silent for days. too silent. you turned onto your side and twisted it between your fingers, thumb brushing over the worn edge, as if the motion alone could coax it to life. the lab hummed around you. steady, sterile. but your thoughts were anything but calm.
a soft, quiet buzz cut through the quiet hum of the lab.
“hey, skxawng.” his voice filtered through in a faint crackle, low and playful, the sound of it alone enough to make your skin prickle with relief. “you up?”
you rolled onto your back, a quiet laugh slipping out before you could stop it. the comm felt warm where it rested against your collarbone, your thumb hovering for a second before pressing the small button, letting him hear you clearly.
“lo..” his nickname left your mouth needier than you meant it to, pushing yourself upright, grinning into the dim stretch of the lab.
you shifted until your shoulders rested against the thin metal headboard, drawing your knees up to your chest. “yeah.. couldn’t sleep. how’s training? you okay?”
for a heartbeat, there was only the faint hiss of static and distant night sounds on his end. wind through leaves, maybe the soft crackle of a dying fire.
there was also the faintest hitch in his breathing, like he caught it too.
then, a soft, breathy laugh rumbled through the comm, warm and a little rough around the edges. he doesn’t comment on the neediness threaded through your voice. not yet. and that restraint feels deliberate. because you know he heard it. lo’ak might miss instructions, might act like he’s not paying attention, but he always notices when your tone softens around him. when it dips just slightly, like you’re reaching for something you won’t say outright.
his breathing steadies on the other end of the comm, controlled now, like he’s choosing not to tease you about it. but you can feel it, the smirk he’s biting back, saving for later.
“tiring as fuck. dad’s got us running drills all day. neteyam’s being his perfect self.” you could practically hear the eye roll in his voice and you can’t help it but giggle. the sound slipping out before you can swallow it back. and you just know he’s grinning on the other end, pleased with himself for getting that reaction out of you.
a beat of static. then, quieter.
your fingers tightened slightly around the comm.
“what about you?” he continues, teasing creeping back in to mask his own neediness. “just lying there all alone?”
you huffed a small laugh, leaning your head back against the wall. “wow. you disappear for days and that’s what you open with?” there was a faint shuffle on his end. fabric, maybe dirt under his heel. “you didn’t say no.”
you rolled your eyes even though he couldn’t see it, hugging your knees closer. “i’m in the lab. it’s freezing in here. and norm’s always on my ass.”
lo’ak scoffs at your latter comment.
“sorry i’m not there to warm you up.”
his words wrapped around you the way his arms used to. warm, familiar, a little too easy to sink into. heat crept up your neck and settled in your cheeks before you could stop it. “shut up,” you murmured, but there was no bite to it.
you flopped back against the pillows, the mattress dipping softly beneath you. the thin sheet tangled around your legs as you tugged it higher.
“yeah,” you added, staring up at the ceiling. “just me and the quiet.” a small pause. then, lighter, teasing. “tell me more. did you hunt anything today? or did you just spend the whole time causing trouble?”
“you’re lucky i’m not there.”
lo’ak’s stories tumbled out in that easy, animated rhythm of his. he talked about putting his knowledge of the guns to use, about the recoil against his shoulder, about banking hard on his ikran. you could picture it so clearly it almost stole your breath.
and you were listening. really listening. but not to the details.
you got distracted almost immediately. not because you didn’t care. because you hadn’t heard him in days.
the sound of his voice felt different now. slightly deeper somehow. steadier. you found yourself focusing on the small things instead. the way he dragged out certain words, the quiet huff of laughter when he exaggerated a part of the story, his light accent.
so while he was describing some sharp dive through the trees, you were just.. listening. memorizing. not interrupting him but, instead, letting his voice wrap around you like something you hadn’t realized you needed until it was gone.
or maybe it was just you missing the way his hands clamped tightly around your hips whenever you rode him, leaving bruises on your skin by the morning. or the way he would bury his face in your cunt, in the middle of the night, whining about him being pussy drunk.
heat pooled low in your belly. without realizing, your hand slipped under the sheet, resting on your stomach, fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.
"sounds pretty intense," you murmured, your response a beat slower than usual. lo’ak’s laugh rumbled back, and you pictured his sharp fangs flashing, those golden eyes crinkling. your thighs pressed together instinctively, a soft sigh escaping you as you shifted in place.
there was a pause on his end, his laugh simmering down. "you good?” he asked, voice easy, teasing, but with just enough concern to make your chest tighten. “what, did listening to me make you sleepy or something?"
you huffed a little out of faux annoyance, heat creeping up your neck. on one hand, you were excited that he had found the time to talk to you but, on the other, slightly embarrassed by how quickly you got turned on. "no, idiot! i was just–” you hesitated for a fraction of a second before continuing, “keep going– what happened after the climb?"
he doesn’t say anything at first, but you can practically vision his eyebrows furrowing. lo’ak continues nonetheless, voice steady but with a curious edge now. you try to listen, really, hanging on the words he’s saying, but it’s still impossible.
your fingers dip lower, brushing the waistband of your panties. a quiet hum builds in your throat as you imagine him close, that lithe blue body pressing against yours.
"hey," he says after another lull, softer this time. "you sure you're just tired? or.. is something else keeping you up?"
your pulse quickens immediately. it’s like he knows. you hadn't noticed how ragged your inhales had become, each one syncing with the subtle rock of your hips. "i– i’m fine," you said, but it came out breathy, your hand pressing firmer against the damp fabric between your legs.
he lets out a low hum, sharp with disbelief, like he can’t even pretend to buy what you just said. a scoff follows, muffled but clear through the comm. he’s smug, teasing. "doesn’t sound fine to me. seems like you’re distracted.. by me, maybe?"
you bit your lip, heat creeping up your cheeks as embarrassment blooms. it’s ridiculous how fast he reads you, how effortlessly he pulls a reaction out of you without even trying. and the worst part? you know he can hear it. your fingers circled slowly now, the friction sending sparks up your spine. "maybe,” you finally admitted after a short pause, “it’s just that i haven’t seen you in so long, lo.. gets me worked up.."
rustling came through the comms. him shifting, perhaps leaning closer to the device around his neck. "yeah? what are you thinking about?” he murmured, “i'm out here under the stars, thinking about you too, mamas."
a soft whimper leaves you. emboldened, and without wasting time, you slide off your panties with ease and toss them to the side. you briefly let go of the button on the side of your comm, thighs parting, and your fingers glide over your slick folds. you reach up for the button once more, a small gasp slipping out. "thinkin’ about riding your pretty face lo.. need you home quick.."
"shit," lo’ak breathed, the word drawn out. the teasing edge in his voice is now completely gone, replaced by a subtle hitch, a quick chuckle he tries to swallow. even through the comm, you can feel it. he’s getting needy too.
more movement on his side, the faint sound of him moving about could be heard. maybe him settling against a tree or in his shelter. "that’s all i want,” he whines out softly, “i've been so hard listening to you. palming myself through my loincloth right now..”
your body responded instantly, legs parting wider as you traced your entrance, dipping in just the tip of your finger. slick heat greeted you and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. "circle your pussy slow. imagine my tongue there, getting a taste of you–" he urged after a moment, his own breaths quickening. "shit, wish i could feel your small cunt around me.. wish i could see your face, hear every little noise."
your hips bucked involuntarily as you rubbed firmer, the pressure building. you plunged in, two fingers thrusting rhythmically, your thumb finding your clit. whimpers filled the air, yours and his mingling through the line. "tell me more," you breathed, dipping a finger inside yourself, then two, curling them just how he does. though, it’s nowhere near as how he makes you feel.
"bury those fingers deeper," he instructs. lo’ak’s breath turns ragged over the comm, uneven like he forgot how to breathe properly for a moment. it’s quiet, but you catch it. "pretend it's me fucking you– hard. like the time i bent you over that stupid desk in the lab.” a small scoff slips from him at that memory, sharp and quick. like the thought caught him off guard. it’s followed by a soft hiss through his teeth. the sound crackles faintly through the comm, restrained but unmistakable. “i’m pumping faster now– you hear that? moan for me, baby, let me hear how bad you need it.”
and that’s exactly what you did, the noise escaping loud in the empty room. your free hand clutched the back of one of your thighs, mouth agape as you plunged your fingers in and out, chasing the friction. your eyes never seemed to leave your soaking pussy, an almost shameful whine leaving your lips at the sight. you toss your head back for a moment, crying out, "lo’ak, please! faster– wanna cum with you,”
"shitshitshit– no– not yet," he panted, voice strained. "pinch your nipple– pretend it's my teeth nipping. don’t stop, yeah? i’m so close, but i wanna hear you beg first–“
tears pricked your eyes from the intensity, but you complied, the hand that was on the back of your thigh shoving up your thin night shirt to tug at the sensitive peaks. the pain mixed with pleasure spiked the heat between your legs. "please, lo– make me cum on your voice! i’ve been waiting for so many days!”
lo’ak hissed, the sound primal. "that’s my girl– rub that pretty little cunt harder. so close–”
"lo’ak.. please–” you begged, body trembling on the edge. you weren’t completely sure as to what you were begging for, your brain too foggy to even think, but you felt that it was only right to do so.
“i'm right there. fuck, yes– now–”
your body seized, pussy clenching around your fingers as your cries echoed in the room. "lo’ak!" you squealed, riding it out, thighs quaking as you continued fingering yourself through your orgasm. his release hit moments later, a deep, guttural purr leaving his mouth. and in the end, it leaves you both utterly wrecked.
"yeah.. take it all.. wish i was filling you up."
you both panted in sync, the comms humming with your shared exhaustion. neither of you say a word, but the weight of it hangs in the air, heavy and impossible to ignore.
"miss you," lo’ak murmured moments later, voice tender.
"miss you more," you whispered, curling up with a satisfied, yet dazed smile, ignoring the mess that was in between your legs. "call me tomorrow?"
"every night, if i can." his laugh was tired but warm. "sleep now, mh? dream of me, skxawng."
his chuckle faded as the line clicked off, leaving you blissed out and spent, already counting the hours till his voice filled the dark again.