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Lo'ak x female human reader
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⋆｡° ✮ Warnings: lingerie, stocking kink? idk, handjob, oral, teasing
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You know exactly what you're doing, he's sure of it. You know all too well what these are doing to him.
A sheer, seemingly insignificant scrap of fabric runs down your legs, and you know how it's going to affect him. With a lift of your leg and a smirk tugging at your lip, you have him.
"Fuck", he mutters, eyes roaming over the nylon stockings. In his eyes, these things are on top of his list of the best human inventions that made it to Pandora. Lingerie. It serves no major purpose other than being a treat for his hungry eyes. They're perfect, especially on that area of your upper thigh where they squish your pillowy flesh just a little and Lo'ak wants nothing more than to sink his fangs into your soft skin.
His hands immediately reach out to touch them, but you swat them away before he can. He cocks an eyebrow, a feeling of impatience spreading over him.
"No touching yet", you say with a giggle, pushing him back and straddling him. "I get to play first."
He wants to touch you so badly, but allows you to take over, thinking of the reward he's going to get later and how it'll all be well worth it. Not thrusting his words yet, he swallows the salvia pooling in his mouth and nods.
You then slide your legs against his, seating your smaller form right on top of his hips, before slowly rocking your hips as you do so. His breath catches in his throat, but he plays it off with a cough, not wanting you to have the satisfaction of reducing him to goo so soon.
"You know what I want to do to you?" You ask, tone teasing and mischievous as you wrap your arms around his neck and press your chest tight to his.
"Hmm, I could think of a few things", he replies, unflinching as he rocks his hips up, letting you feel the hardness under his loincloth, feel what you do to him. Leaning forward, you press a light kiss to his jaw and then whisper, "I think I want to get you completely naked..."
You take this moment to pull away from him and tug on the cord of his loincloth, indicating that it's okay for him to help. He smirks, running his hands up your thighs and letting them glide to his own hips, tugging his loincloth open and tossing it aside.
"Thought I couldn't touch anything?" He teases and you roll your eyes at him.
Once he's bare before you, you stare at the revealed skin, and though you've seen him completely naked so many times before, you can never quite get used to it. His metkayina tattoos are a particular fixation for you, and you run your fingers along the lines at his biceps, to his chest and down to his hips where they disappear into a guiding V-line to between his thighs. You give an appropriative hum once you close your hands around his cock, grinning when it jumps at the touch, before leaning forward to suck on the skin of his throat.
"I think you have a tattoo fetish", Lo'ak says in a breathless chuckle, craning his neck to give you more access. His eyes flutter close for a moment, enjoying the feeling of your tongue gliding over his pulse point while your delicate hands stroke his cock, your nylon covered legs rubbing against his thighs.
"No, I think it's just you", you whisper softly, giving his throbbing length a teasing squeeze, "And you're in no position to talk about fetishes."
Lo'ak groans.
"Stockings are sexy, I can't help it."
He bucks up into your hands then, desperate for some relief because you're moving so painfully slow, it sends a shiver up his spine.
"Hey, patience is a virtue", you grin, running your thumb over the slit of his tip and smearing the pre-cum over the sensitive glands.
"A virtue I don't possess", he moans in frustration.
Lo'ak surprises you then by pushing you back and pulling your legs above his shoulders, scooting back until his face is between them. Normally, he would just let you tease him even further, but he's so desperate for release that he can't be bothered.
"Hey–"
You're cut off by your own squeak when you feel his tongue on your inner thigh, laving at the spot he knows will make you scream. He keeps this up, his hair tickling your thighs as he flicks his tongue, teeth grazing the smooth fabric of your stockings before he scoots closer, his nose suddenly pressing against your clit through your lace panties. His breathe his hot against your core, and your toes curl when he glides his tongue over the thin fabric.
"Sorry, baby", he murmurs. "You just look way too good like this." His hands glide over your thighs, feeling the nylon material beneath his palm and it sends his heart racing. Hooking his thumbs underneath the elastic lace part, he pulls them taunt and lets them snap back against your skin. His ears twitch at the sound of your gasp, and you let your head fall back as he pulls your panties to the side, revealing your dripping cunt to his half lidded, hungry eyes.
"Fucking stockings", he curses, before he smudges his face against your core with a moan.
