☆Berri☆

->NSFW warnings: mentions of blood/bleeding (its Lohen), biting/choking, marking kink, orgasm denial, Lohen teasing, oral(F receiving), unprotected p in V sex, creampie, dacryphilia, manhandling, (missionary position), dirty talk, temperature play, + aftercare.

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“I want you to love me, like I love you.”

The words felt heavy on his tongue, the weight of each syllable sinks deeper into his throat. Like swallowing a pill. But yet, it felt like the direst confession he could offer you. A confession of his undying devotion.

A devotion he felt possessed by, ever consuming like a wildfire. Leaving nothing behind in its powerful and overwhelming heat. The love he feels for you was one he’d possible never have again.

Lohen was ruined for anyone else. It was simply a fact he’s found to be true. You’d seen into the deeper layers of himself, he’s tied himself so closely to you. Closeness he doesn’t want to experience with anyone else.

He doesn’t need anyone else, frankly he felt fulfilled with you.

In the deepness of his soul, he knew you were the one for him. Soulmate, true love, whatever the title was, to him it was yours and only yours. Your love has him completely ruined yet addicted.

But if it isn’t love, he’d crumble.

His eyes look into yours, peering into the windows of your soul, hoping to catch a glimpse of your inner truth. His optimism wains and dips like the sea, the silence stretching between you both was beginning to suffocate him. Drawing him under.

Your hand removes itself from his cheek, his eyes leave your face. Flickering his gaze, he braced himself for rejection, swallowing the growing bitterness in hic throat.

Instead of the rejection he initially expected, it was the opposite.

Your arms throw themselves around him, so forcefully Lohen falls back, catching you as closely as possible.

Your face was buried in his neck, wetting his skin. Your body was tense all over, fingers gripping at his clothes, shaking.

His hands quickly, almost like an innate sense curl around you. Holding you tight against his chest, his heartbeat barely slows, only growing faster.

He thinks you’re crying, archons he didn’t want to make you cry-knowing you’re crying twists something in his chest. Lohen quickly tries to pry you away from his neck, trying to console you, he was praying to any higher being out there to forgive him for making you cry.

Your silence, what he thought was your quiet sobs- changed.

What he was expecting was not what was seen. Because when you pull away from him, you were shaking your head. Tears were slowly rolling your cheeks; your fingers were tight on his collar.  Your grip was unforgiveable.

Your voice was tight and low.

“You really chose the worst time to tell me..”

His eyes narrow, your face finally looks up at him, the apples of your cheeks tear-stained, lashes fluttering. The worry building up his spine ceases immediately once he sees it.

You were smiling.

You were smiling.

Warmth blooms in his chest, Lohen couldn’t help but smile, he presses his forehead against yours.

“What can I say babe, you know I’m not one to bide my time…or stay still as you say.”, turning your head you laugh, his smile turns into that familiar one you know and love.

“Aww, don’t tell me you expected me to wait? What like another year? I already told you [Name], you’d have to pry me off of you.” He was serious in his jokes. Now that he could tell it wasn’t rejection, there was no way you’d be free of him. Not that you’d want it that way.

The hands on your waist move to your back, pressing you closer into him. His smile melts into something softer when your faces are oh so closer. Your hands cease their tight hold, much to Lohen’s dismay. If he was being honest he’d like if you manhandled him. Your hands smooth over his shoulders, that familiar feeling of your fingers brushing at the nape of his neck.

Resting yourself in his lap, gazing into irises of crimson and mint green. You looked at him as if he held every secret into the universe, as if he could capture the sun, the stars, and the moon just for you. (He would, you don’t even have to beg)

As if a gravitational pull existed between you, your faces inch closer and closer together. Lohen’s eyes fall to a half-lid, expecting this to end perfectly with another thing he deeply wants from you. Something he’d been denied this morning. Your breath tickles his lips, the smile on your lips remains, he wanted to taste every inch of it. Burning the feeling of your lips against his for the rest of his life.

Just as when your lips are about to connect, his lips connect to your palm..?

His eyes snap open, looking up at your in confusion, then the annoyance settled in on his expression. Your face could barely contain the humor you find in this, but you tried to explain.

“Ok- I know, I’m sorry-”

“Are you? You seem to be enjoying it.”, Lohen deadpans behind your hand, your laughter grows to be infectious as he litters your hand with kisses, his eyes narrow at your for such crime. But you did have things to tell him. Pulling your hand away must’ve been another act of betrayal, that and removing yourself from his embrace.

You quickly leave the room in search for something. He hears rustling somewhere in the house, the sound of footsteps approaching mark your return. During the time of your absence Lohen was looking up at the ceiling trying to ignore the constant throbbing sensation going on in his pants. The notable tightness was maddening.

What was more maddening is how everything seems to have it out for him today, edging him on just to get him close enough to what he wants, what he needs.

You returned with envelopes in hand; letters you needed to tell him about before everything could settle into place. The guilt had been weighing on you for as of now, weeks. Settling back down beside him (Lohen subtly pulls you back into his lap, the pressure was enough temporary relief for his problem)

You had only opened one of the letters Elise had left you, using that you handed it to him, your smile was replaced with a look of guilt.

“Before...we, well change, I wanted to come clean about something too..”, his eyes come back down to look at you, taking you in. You begin to explain how you came about the letters, but importantly why you never mentioned them outright.

“Similarly with the letter you received from the Grandmaster and the Cardinal, I kept this, well frankly for…record keeping? I don’t really know how to put it, but I kept them to try and piece things together on my end.”, your eyes move away from his, lowering to the letter in your hands.

You still remembered somewhat about why Elise gave them to you, looking back it seemed ridiculous, but your curiosity got the better of you. You wanted to know how Lohen truly felt about you, trying to ask directly you’d get hints, but hinting wasn’t enough to satiate the growing feelings in your heart.

Lohen doesn’t say anything, instead he raises a hand to tilt your head back up, a silent gesture to explain yourself. His face was blank, observing, waiting. It left you anxious, usually this look was reserved for interrogations. (Some of which you purposely leave the room if you recall from memory about how his interrogations go.)

“I only read one- one which I am terribly sorry for prying into…especially concerning your past with Miss Elise. I know most would be offended if their spouse looked into the past details of their relationships, some would find it irredeemable. But I just wanted to know…if what I felt or was beginning to feel was to be reciprocated…”, you tried looking away but he didn’t let you. His eyes followed.

Lohen wanted to hear you, see you as you confessed, similarly to him. He wanted to see and digest every emotion on your face, every expression. Simply to know how truthful and real you were being.

“I.. Again, I am sorry, and understand if you’re upset with this, there is no excusing my actions. So please if you can forgive me.”, you placed the letters aside and finally kept his gaze.

First there was more silence.

But then...he snickered. Then he was the one to laugh.

Laughter that felt real, childish in its nature, he leaned himself forward, foreheads pressed together, laughing.

“You…you really are too good, [Name].”, his voice was low, full of warmth.

“I…am not! Stop saying it like that. I just wanted to piece together how you felt about me.”, you answered, flustered, it caused Lohen to laugh even more.

“You could have asked me! At any time, you could have asked you know!”, his logic was there, but you weren’t so easily persuaded.

“Asked? I could have asked? Oh really? And tell, me Lohen would you have answered me honestly?”, as much as you wanted to punch this bastard, you began to smile. Your eyes were beginning to have that shine he’s fallen for.

“Well…no, but-but! Ah-ah, ah! Don’t look at me like that, I would have given better evidence than those.”, he quickly hushed you up, knowing you were going to argue. His finger pointed to the small stack of letters as if they were the nastiest things in the world. “They’re not my best work, honestly.”

“Not you’re best?”, astonished you were. Not his best work??

“Well yeah, I mean I have better ways and methods to tell you devoted I am to you. Letters written to another is...well...boring to say the least and- wait! Wait, wai-wait! What do you mean, ‘you thought I didn’t like you?’, care to explain that my beloved?”, his hands cupped your face, squishing it like usual.

Though his tone was playful, he was curious as to whatever reason he gave you; to make you think he’d never return your feelings.

“Well-to be fair Lohen, you aren’t the most open person. You do a good job of hiding even your worst injuries.”, you began.

“Not from you, I even let you bandaged me up a few times, so next point babe.”, he countered. Rolling your eyes you knew this bastard was competitive, he was going to challenge each reason as if there was a point system involved.

“You never told me how you felt.”, you tried again, but like before he had the perfect counter.

“Never asked, next.”, he grinned at your frustration. It was cute, seeing you flail around, trying to avoid this, but he won’t let it happen.

“Lohen.”, your groan of frustration left him laughing, but he finally relented. His hands removed themselves from your cheeks, instead they find their rightful place back on your hips.

“Fine, fine. In all seriousness, how did you come to think I wouldn’t fall for you, much less like you?”, his tone softened, though still had a teasing edge.

“I.. I told you this before, its hard to get a read on you. Sometimes the things you do and say can be conflicting to me. Sometimes I don’t know if you’re teasing, leading me on, or being honest. It’s a gamble.”, but it was a gamble you’ll make a bet on each time.

Instead of giving you a sassy remark, he frowned a little. Lohen’s thumbs press into your hips, gently massaging into your sides. Grounding you to him.

“Even before today, I was just…curious to see if you felt the same. Your words leave me confused, speechless but always hoping for a maybe..”, you whispered, almost too quiet. As if you didn’t want him to hear.

“A maybe?”, he repeated.

“A maybe, as in…maybe its not in my head, maybe he isn’t pretending or doing it for appearances sake.”, you shrugged, your hands fiddled with the collar of his shirt. Your finger occasionally touches the choker he always wore.

“[Name], babe, I…stopped pretending a long time ago.”, your eyes snap back to his. For once, you got to see him…flushed? Flustered? No, not the terms you’d use. But obviously the confession held some weight to it.

“When.”, not a question, but a soft demand. You wanted a when.

His hands still on your hips, they move, trailing up to your mid-back. A slight tingle flew up your spine from the touch, but you placed focus on him. His palms were flat against your back, as if mapping you for memory.

“If I am being honest...since the announcement party, possible even before that now that I’m thinking about it out loud…”, the cloud of denial had only lifted when he was ready to admit to it. But he could feel that this was brewing much longer than that. Perhaps even before the party, maybe when he spent too long picking a ring for you.

Maybe even before that.

“When did you stop? Pretending that is”, his eyes raise to meet yours. Peering into his eyes you found your answer after a few moments.

“Since our conversation at the lake.”, there was no hesitation in your voice. “When you said you’d never forgive yourself if I left the knights. I knew then...that it’d be hard to not have any feelings for you. Not ones of...friendship or professional partnership that is.”

Lohen’s eyes shined at that, a confirmation that he obviously wasn’t alone in this. Not anymore.

Leaning forward, he kissed your forehead. “Well, since you want my forgiveness, I want something from you.”, he began.

“Oh? What is it?”

“You already know, I just want to hear you say it.”, his eyes creased at the corners, awaiting your words.

As much as you wanted to tease him, you could see the edge in his eyes. Lohen needed to hear you say it, that way this all could feel all the more real. Give him that satisfaction and he can die happy. You could even take his heart from him, hold it in front of him and he’d go to the great beyond a happy man. (He’d like the kind of woman that will actually just kill him)

Your hands cup his cheeks, fingers spread to map his features. Your thumb pressed gently, tenderly against the mole on his cheek. Your eyes fall to a half-lid; a dreamy sigh escapes your lips. You closed the gap, pressing your lips to his first.

Lohen’s hands move to cradle you, cradling you as if you the most precious thing he’s ever held. (You were) A sound leaves him, one of bliss. Like relief was being granted to him, your kiss gave him life. Your lips slowly move against each other, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. Goodness it was getting fresh air after so long, Lohen needed you carved into him.

His teeth pull at your bottom lip, nibbling and pulling. If he bit down hard enough he’d draw blood, a taste of you only he’d get the privilege of tasting. His tongue seeps into your mouth, a shutter leaves his body. The spark runs up and down his body getting to taste you again once more.

But yet it wasn’t enough. As fulfilling and maddening your kisses felt, he wanted more.

His hands, cradling you-encourage you to roll your hips within his lap. You oblige, giving him a slow rock of your hips while straddling his lap, the moment he feels your body shift against his-

“Fuck-”, a curse against your lips. A smirk falls on your lips, luckily with the breaking of the kiss, you cradle Lohen’s face. Finally fulfilling his wish.

“I love you Lohen, and I want you to love me like I love you.”

Once the words register within him, it was over. All over for both of you.

As quickly as it happens, your back was pressed onto the floor. Lohen settles between your thighs, the outline of his erection was prominent within his pants. His hands felt like they were everywhere on you; mapping, touching, gripping. As if his touch wasn’t on you, he’d dissolve.

Your breath hitches when you feel his lips kiss along your neck, the hickey from this morning barely gets a chance to fade when he lines your neck with both bites and new hickeys.

“I love you-thank you, thank you.”

“I need you; I want you so badly.”

“I need you; I need to feel you.”

The words were spilling from his lips so fast you could barely register them, but the press of his hips into you, letting you feel how direly he needed you. The sting in your neck at his teeth sinking in, not enough to break the skin, but enough to leave a marking made only by him.

Your fingers grip at his outer layers of clothes, wishing them off, however your hands were stopped. Lohen’s barrage of words stopped.

Your back was flat against the wooden floors, and he was on top of you, looking down. Your hands were pinned with little resistance above your head, only with one of his hands. The overhead light in the front room helped cast a shadow over his features, the most prominent of which being his eyes.

Sparkling with mirth, love, and undeniable devotion.

But also hunger.

“I don’t think I have to remind you of what could have happened this morning, what was rudely taken away from us. But I intend, if you let me to make up for it, and well-that hickey too.”, he smirks, seeing as the hickey this morning was being overshadowed by the bite mark at the junction of your neck and shoulder. He leans down, noting how your lack to try and struggle, apart of him likes it.

Yet another, wishes to see you writhe before him.

Your noses press to each other, your breathing was irregular, out of its usual pattern and notable control. He could see the need, he could feel it with how the curve of your thighs and bottom try to press firmer into him, seeking what is so rightfully wanted. The hand pinning yours barely moves, his thumb was against your pulse point on your wrists, feeling for your heartbeat if he tried hard enough.

“Tell me…tell me you won’t regret this tomorrow.”, the words leaves him carrying a promise.

Despite the haze of lust sinking into your mind, your senses returned to you to answer. As if you were answering a fact, you didn’t dare hesitate.

“How could I? When I don’t even regret this today? I won’t regret it Lohen, I promise.”, your words seemed to have the right effect on him, he presses his lips to yours, seeking to taste you yet again. His hips press you, letting you feel all that is yours.

You break the kiss before it could deepen, a sheepish smile on your face with a little guilt within it.

“As much and as ready as I am for this and believe me I want this-may I request we take this to our bed?”, as much as you wanted him to devour you on the floor, romantic really-the flat surface of the hardwood was already creating small bubbles of discomfort up your spine.

He huffs, but gives way into a snicker and smirk, without much effort he gets you up off the floor, bridal carrying you towards your bedroom. With tenderness he sets you on the bed, quickly helping you discard your shoes and pants.

With each layer removed Lohen leaves bites, hickeys, any marking that would appear on your skin in his exploration. His hands, after quickly discarding his gloves (he’d be dammed not to have skin-to-skin right now), pull your hips to the edge of the bed.

Once you laid bare beneath him, Lohen’s eyes held you in such beauty. His fingers trace outlines of old scars along your skin, beauty marks, signs of life that the world has graced upon you. Yet here you lay underneath him in all your glory, a sight to behold, and one he holds dearly. He’d never tire at the sight now that he’s seen it finally.

His lips trail from your neck, kissing along the already awaking bruises on your skin, they trickle down to your breast. His hands cup one, feeling the weight and warmth within his palm. He kisses along the skin, his other teases your nipple. Fingers rolling slowly over the peak. You gasp; your thighs press together instantly from the sensation.

His lips connect to your nipple, teeth grazing the bud within his mouth. His tongue flickering and swirling within his mouth. A heavy groan vibrates from his chest, his eyes lock onto your face. Your expressions, your sounds, everything he wanted to have, to keep only for him.

Your thighs were restless, but he wanted to take his time. He’s had more than enough of it.

Lohen pulls away from your breast, your nipple was glistening from his saliva, hard and ready at attention. He quickly gives the same attention to the other, continuing his sampling of you. When he bites down; not hard enough to hurt, just to sting, a moan leaves your lips.

“As~ Lohen! Please-oh fuck-”, your face was twisting in delight, all from just his mouth? That’s all it took? You were going to melt away in his hands, and he was barely getting started.

His hand frees itself from your breast, moving to cup your folds. A small squeak leaves you, your body flinching at his hand. His fingers trail up and down your folds, feeling how wet you were, the arousal pooling for him and his touch.

Your clit, sensitive yet throbbing for him to touch, using the heel of his hand, he presses against it as his fingers continue to tease you. The pressure was satisfactory, but not enough. Your hips try to grind into the sensation, seeking more but his other hand stills you.

Pulling away from your breast, Lohen smirks. “Ah, ah, ah, we take this at my pace. You can stay still for me, can’t you [Name], my love?”, his tone was dripping in a condescending voice.

“Can’t you? Can my captain exude patience for me? Grinding into my hand, dripping along my fingers-how needy of you. Have I neglected you for so long hmm?”, he brings himself beside your ear, his voice was low, breath warm against your skin. A breathy laugh escapes him when you try yet again to grind into his hand. Using his strength, he kept you still.

He continues to lazily tease you, you were dripping into his hand, your pussy was clenching on nothing, your clit needing stimulation. But yet, he went at his own pace. His fingers press into you, only dipping into our entrance then back out. His fingertip barely presses into you when your body tries to clench down on the intrusion, he pulls it back.

Your hands were clutching at the bedding, they move to his hair, tugging tightly. The sharp sting travels down his spine, straight to his cock. Lohen hisses, his fingers still in their exploration.

“Lohen, so help me-please touch me.”, your voice was tight, your jaw was clenched. You were burning, needing him to give you something. You should have expected how often he teases, but upon seeing your desperation, he relents. (for tonight)

He leaves your side, slipping down between your thighs, his teeth sink into the soft skin of your inner thigh. Your voice emits a whimper; his hand removes itself from your pussy. You were so sensitive you could feel his breath on you. He presses a kiss to your clit first; a startled sound leaves your lips.

His lips attach to your clit, giving gentle suction. A moan vibrates against you from Lohen, you tasted divine. His hands curve around your thighs pulling you closer, smothering himself with your taste. His tongue lapped at your clit, sucking and teasing with the grazing of his teeth. His moans were muffled by your pussy, but goodness he was enjoying himself.

The hand once in his hair finds its way there again, your fingers curl around the minty strands and grip tightly. Your head falls back against the bed as you moan, your hips push further against him. His lips release your clit with a small pop! His tongue dips into your folds, tasting to his own delight.

Lohen’s tongue was slowly pushing in and out of you, his lips were slurping up any of the slick dripping from your folds. With every movement of his tongue, your pussy clenched around him, seeking him deeper and deeper. His nose nudges your clit, giving your body more pleasurable bliss to enjoy.

Your shared bedroom was filled of noises from your moans, the sounds of pleasure emitting from you, and the sounds of your husband devouring you. His mouth was tasting you as if he was a starving man, that this was his true and only last meal. How he’s denied himself this before? He will never know. But now that he’s tasted you, he’d never want to go without.

Your hips were grinding against him desperately; you pussy was clenching around his tongue much longer. The steady pool of arousal in your body was shifting, the sounds of your moans changed, your voice begging for a release you needed.

“Please-Lohen-my love, please! I-I so close-”, your voice was hurried, you were so close, your hips were grinding against his face, using him to your delight. Lohen shifted his hands on your thighs, holding them spread, pushing them against you to allow him more of you and your taste.

His hands held the backs of your thighs and pressed them, spreading you perfectly as his lips attached to your clit once again, sucking much harder than before. His fingers tease your entrance, pressing one finger in to test you.

Your body writhed against the bed, moaning loudly as his finger presses into you, curling, searching for that spot to bring you over.

His lips continue their dedicated suction, his finger curls in your velvety walls. Your back arches against the bed, your fingers pull tighter on his hair. The pain shot down his spine, the nerves of his scalp firing off from your forceful grip, but Lohen wouldn’t have it any other way.

His finger curls once more, pressing deep to the knuckle to find what he was looking for- and at the sound of a broken gasp, he’s found it. His finger grinds into you, not thrusting in but just pressing the pad of his finger along that spot in your walls to make you come close to the stars. He pants against your pussy, tongue flickering against your clit.

Your body arches once more, your pussy clenches again, this time as it if was convulsing, just as your orgasm was about to pique, Lohen removes his finger and lips from you.

Your building orgasm breaks before you, leaving you quivering on the bed, your inner thighs were covered in spit and slick. The muscles contract and tense, your body tense awaiting release. Your body writhes against the bed in frustration, before you could argue, or beg Lohen-he leans down to kiss you. Letting you taste yourself on his lips.

The kiss was sloppy, rough, his teeth nips at your tongue and lips. Your hands slip from his hair, tugging on the fabric of his clothes, urgency in silence to get him to strip as well. Luckily your husband obliges your hands quickly remove the unnecessary layers of clothing in your way.

Once his upper half was freed, your hand presses flat on his chest, feeling for his heartbeat. Against your lips he makes a soft sound, relishing in your touch against his skin. Like moth to a flame he sought for more, your hands felt so warm to him, basking him in a warmth he’s deeply devoted to keeping for himself. He pulls away from the kiss, giving your forehead one simple kiss before pulling away to remove the rest of his clothes.

Leaning up on your elbows, you watch. Lean muscle rippling along skin, scars from previous battles danced across his skin. Some were pale in color, others much darker. Some were simple flesh wounds; others were those that leave you clinging to life only by a thread. Once he was naked before you, he crawled back beside you, cupping your face for another kiss.

He pulls away, slotting himself between your legs once more. Leaning over you, your hands smooth over his back, feeling all that you can of him, burning it into your memory by touch alone. His fingers return to your pussy, pressing his middle and ring finger into you, your mouth opens as a moan leaves you.

His fingers thrust within you, pumping and working you perfectly for him. Using one arm he keeps himself above you, his voice bouncing around in your ears.

“To think my captain is so wet for me, makes me think she’s been thinking about this, hm?”

“You’re clenching so tight around me babe, like you never want to let me go, greedy girl.”

“So divine, utterly perfect; all mine to have whenever I’d like.”

His fingers pump into you at a faster pace, curling to that spot. He’d have it branded into his memory just to watch you fall apart for him. Luckily his rings were discarded away onto the nightstand, but if given the chance, he’d like them clean of your essence any time.

“You’re so close, I can tell-”, your pussy was doing the same as before, clenching hard on his fingers. Tightening not to let him go, your hips grinding into his hand seeking your release. Your head was thrown back, moans leaving your lips, sounds of harmonic bliss to his ears. But like before, he doesn’t let you have it just yet.

Lohen’s slips his fingers from your folds, your eyes shoot him a glare. If he didn’t know any better, he’d believe you to cry from the constant stimulation. You were so close, so overtly stimulated, each nerve in your body felt like it was being tickled by flames, seeking to release the tension and succumb to him.

He lifts you back to the middle of the bed, spreading you again. Lohen strokes himself against your wetness, letting his cock slide along your folds. The tip of his cock nudges your clit with every slow and drawn out thrust.

Once he felt he was lubed enough, he lined himself up with your folds, slowly pressing into you. Inch by inch until he was flushed against you, to the hilt.

A conjoined moan leaves both of you, you felt so right around him. You were so warm, clenching on his length, your walls massaging the tip of his cock beautifully. While he was edging you so close, he too was tying close to his limits.

Your fingers curl into the skin of his back, nails dragging as he pushed into you. Lohen leaned over you, silently waiting for you to tell him when to move. After a few moments you did nod, appreciatively he pecks your forehead as a sign.

He grinds his hips against you, his pelvis grinding against your clit. Pulling his hips back, almost like he was going to pull out of you completely, leaving barely the tip of his cock in your pussy-he thrusts back in.

Your voice broken, cracking as you moan. Your fingernails scratch along Lohen’s back. He continues to thrust into you, setting a pace of piston-fucking into you. Your legs lock around his waist, trying to pull him in deeper, your whines right at his ear.

He angles his hips, finding the spot to make you see the stars behind your eyelids. Once he does, he feels your walls clench tightly around his length, a choked- up moan escapes from him.  Lohen brings his free hand to your clit, repositioning himself for the angle.

The thumb he presses to your clit- infused with cryo makes your thighs squeeze around his waist. He rubs tight and fast circles on your sensitive clit; you keen so close to the edge. His other hand comes around your throat, fingers tapping slightly to warn you-

Your hand grasps his wrist pulling him to enclose his hand around your neck, your head nodding as you trust him to bring you there however he wishes. His fingers skillfully enclose around your neck, pressing into the places to restrict your airflow, but not to actively choke you. Your eyes roll back in your head as you could hear your heartbeat in your ears.

“Oh fuck- fuck, fuck, so-fuck!”, your babbling encouraged Lohen further. His thrust changed to become brutal, chasing to bring you both to release. Your eyes try to come back to him, his eyes were wide, like those of adrenaline rush. His hair was sticking to his forehead as sweat clung to his skin.

There were black spots forming in your vision, the cold sensation of his fingers rubbing on your clit, his cock driving into your g-spot perfectly, everything was so close. Your nerves were firing, begging for release. Lohen leans down, his tongue flat against your cheek, licking away the tears that had dropped from your eyes.

Even like this you could feel the smile on his face, the pounding in your ears muffled sounds, all you could feel was him, and any sensation he was giving you. You clench down once more, convulsing, your moans were cracking and hoarse, pleading to him to just let you have your release.

“Please, please let me-Lohen, please-”

His fingers relax against your throat, the air floods into your lungs as your orgasm crashes over you. Your mouth falls open a silent scream leaving you, you clench tight and hard onto his cock so much that Lohen’s hips stutter. Everything in your vision whites out, every sensation felt hot, yet cold to the touch.

His hips stutter, rocking into you, grinding, your pussy was clenching down on him, trying to milk him of everything’s he’s worth. While your orgasm was crashing over you, Lohen eagerly took it as a sign to chase his. He pulled your thighs firm against his front, letting your knees rest on his shoulders as he pounds into you.

His cock with every thrust hits that spot, sending you over again and again. Your muscles were spasming, the coil in your stomach was wounding up again and again. His fingers begin to cease on your clit. He was going to stretch this out for you until he was going to come, needing you to milk him for every last drop but he needed to chase his orgasm.

His fingers gripped your waist so hard that they may leave imprints or bruises, holding you like a lifeline. His thrust begin to turn sloppy, rushed, chasing, eagerly chasing what he needed. Tight breaths is all you can hear, that and desperate moans. The slick between your body’s squelched into the room, leaving a sticky mess between you as he fucked into you.

With one particularly deep thrust, Lohen’s voice cracks, his orgasm burns through him. His fingers tighten on your waist as his seed pumped into you, wave after wave, your pussy was milking him demanding more of his warmth inside you.

Your thighs slip off his shoulders, coming back to lay boneless against the bed. Lohen’s last few shutters and spurts of his cock finally come to an end. He pulls you close, kissing your lips, you respond quickly cupping his face, feeling his lips press against yours.

For the next few moments you share the kiss, coming down from your subsequent highs. Your heart returns to its normal rhythm. The kiss breaks as you let the air flow into your lungs, allowing you to catch your breath.

There were tear stains on your cheeks, your thighs were sore from the lingering bite marks along them. Your hair was possibly a mess as well, but your husband seems to think differently. His eyes, though frantic still look at you as if you are the only miracle of life he’s been offered.

You spend a few more moments coming down together, however the slick trailing down your inner thighs was causing you to grow stickier than you’d like.

“Lohen…?”, your voice was hoarse from almost screaming thanks to the man, he rests his head in the crook of your neck, only humming in response. His fingers trail up and down your sides in the afterglow.

“May we get cleaned up…please?”, you asked, he shifts his head to look at you with a boyish smile.

“Give me a minute, then yeah, I’ll get you cleaned up babe.”, you nod thanking him with a kiss on the head. He relaxes back against you, after a minute or two, he pulls out of you.

His eyes look down between where you were once joined, noticing his spend slowly dripping out of you, apart of him wants to push it back into you-but he needed to get you both cleaned up, and possibly the bedding as well. (Be responsible)

He crawls out of bed, stretching his limbs before disappearing into the bathroom. You rest against the bed a moment longer, you hear running water and cabinets open and close. He returns with a damp rag, wiping your face for you, even holding your chin gently. He wipes the slick away from between your thighs, even kissing your knee as a sign of thanks.

“Bath’s almost ready, but go to the bathroom first love.”, you heed his orders and try to stand, though you had to grip onto his arm for support. The muffled laugh into his hand made you tug on his hair.

“You did this.”

“Yeah-but you enjoyed it. And I don’t hear any complaints about my dedication.”, he grinned and helped you get to the bathroom. The tub was set filled with warm soapy water. You relax as soon as you get into the water, Lohen mentions he’d change the sheets before joining you in the water. You nod and lean against the wall the tub was set on, your eyes falling to a close.

You don’t know how long your eyes remained close, its only until you get scooted forward does Lohen settle behind you in the bath, pulling you back against him.

The bathroom was quiet, only the occasional pull of the water is heard. You lean back against his chest, Lohen leans to bury his face in your neck. You should be getting cleaned right now and then heading to bed as you both have work tomorrow-Lohen having to be out on his assignment in less than 24 hours, you to be expected in Dragonspine in 48 hours.

Instead, you relish time with your husband.

Your fingers dance along his, tracing old scars, invisible lines of ruthless battle, victories and losses painted on the skin. His fingers flesh, letting your exploration continue onto his palm. Your rings were placed onto the bathroom counter before you stepped into the tub, they probably needed to be cleaned. You made a mental note to ask Lohen to do it, since he always polishes his to perfection.

His fingers relax among yours, coming to intertwine your fingers and hands as one. His voice beside your ear is low, but you can hear the smile in it.

“[Name]?”

You hum, tilting your head to try and look at him.

“Yes?”

“Say it again, for me please.”, his tone was that sing-songy tone you’ve come to cherish. But his eyes shined in mirth. With a dramatic sigh but it bleeds into a laugh, you happily answer.

“I love you Lohen.”, you declare into the quietness of the bathtub and night.

“I love you too.”, he repeats, like a promise. For it will be.

The cool wind whirls past you, the leaves travel in the wind. Their destination? Unknown, but with how livelier the air has been, it seems as if the wind wishes their journey well.

Dandelion seeds were falling throw the air, the children in the city threw them all around and outside the cathedral shortly after the ceremony.

The bells from the cathedral ring in the distance, echoing across the land, symbols of celebration and joy for the nation. Cheers, screams, and hollers of joy were barely drowned out by the ringing.

But tucked away, sitting underneath a tree, you were reading another grimoire. One Nicole gave you as a gift on the occasion of your marriage. You were happily flipping through the pages, tale after tale enticing you. You were still seated in your wedding attire, only thing separating you and the plush grass was the coat your husband wore.

Only instead of his usual uniform and knightly attire, he wore a suit and tie for this event. But at your humble request, he happily “lent” you his coat to sit on.

It was hilarious in his eyes, here everyone was waiting to leave for the reception, but yet here you were. Sitting and reading a storybook, flipping through the pages as if this was any other day.

You looked magnificent, no, gorgeous, no! Strikingly beautiful! No matter the words he could come up with, Varka was no poet. But he knew you looked like something meant for the stars in your wedding attire.

The ceremony was one for the books. As soon as everyone heard of the Grandmaster’s engagement, it was like the nation of freedom buckled up for a knights wedding. The members of the hexrei added to the ambiance, Alice summoned so many cute dodoco for the wedding. Even when you scowled at her to cease her demonstrations, she simply told you about how proud she was.

“I can’t help it [Name]! You’re getting married, I though I’d never live to see the day!”, at her words you wanted to kick her out your dressing room, but instead just smiled. Her hugs of warmth and love reminded you how far you have come. How much of a family has grown on you and your heart.

Through the usual chaos concerned with any wedding, it seemed even Barbatos held his breath at your wedding, (the bard was in the wedding hall, so he did have a hand to play in all of this).

However, despite the chaos, the shenanigans, and even having to ring up your soon-to-be husband to clear out some messy people, the day wasn’t like any other. It was more than that, it was everything you’d ever ask for.

Your reading comes to a pause when Varka’s shadow overcasts you, you don’t even have to look up to see him, or the smug smile on his face.

“My lovely witchy spouse is spending their time in a book, rather than ogle at their new husband.”, he grinned at your eyes rolling, but a smile did appear on your face.

“How precious, its not like we have the rest of our lives to spend time with.”, you make room in the space under the tree for him. Varka eagerly takes you up on your word and scoots close as he can to you.

“Yeah, but-why not use some of that time now? Never know when I’m going on another expedition, or if I randomly get injured-”, he pauses his statement when he catches your side-eye.

“Perhaps then you’d finally go seek a doctor, a real one.”

“Why? Why when I have you!”, he nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. His wedding attire was dashing; the fitting of the suit was absolute perfection on him. From the way it fit around his chest and arms, to the way it made Varka look mature yet captured his boyish self. It perfection in the making.

But he forwent his suit blazer in favor of wearing the white button up underneath, his tie was wrapped in his hand as he pestered you. Was it pestering if you enjoyed it secretly? To the outside view, some would question why the newlyweds weren’t running off to the reception yet, they should be cutting the cake by now, dancing even!

But no, your waning interest in the grimoire was replaced by just gazing at your husband.

Husband..

It was no longer a foreign word on your tongue, but a truth now. One you can repeat day after day, night after night. You’d never grow tired or bored of such, because Varka would always ensure you were entertained.

He must have caught your eyes and simply in return he smiled softly, his eyes softened as he leaned on your shoulder. Your fingers curled around his hand, tickling his palm.

You didn’t need to say those “three special words”, because you could already feel them. In his laugh, his smile, his dad-jokes, and in his care. You can always feel them.

You should be heading to the reception; everyone was waiting for you two showstoppers.

But instead, you pressed a kiss to his temple, and your hands remained intertwined.

Varka hummed a tune he’s heard from his travels; the wind blows by once more carrying a small sound of laughter within in. Oddly it mimicked his humming.

No words were shared, but this day marks all the memories to be made in the future.

A future with him, a happy one at that.

You don’t know how long you stayed under that tree, sharing a small moment of harmonious ease, but all you knew was that you were happy. You were guaranteed to be happy as long as your sweet, goofy, charming knight of a husband loved you. Luckily for you, he wasn’t planning on stopping soon.

Shikanoin Heizou did not believe in soulmates.

For so long, in pop culture, movies, TV shows, even in children’s tales the idea of a lucky someone being your soulmate left him skeptical.

A complete stranger somewhere in the world has an identifiable marking, sign or symbol on their body to signify that you are meant to be theirs for the rest of your lives? In his line of work that could be a determining factor on someone’s case file. He’s had too many occurrences to count, someone’s soulmate turned out to be a stalker, someone’s soulmate turned out to be a complete jerk, he’s even worked on a case where the poor women’s soulmate was the man who robbed her.

See? As much as he doesn’t want to use specific examples to point out the whole system is fraudulent, how can you not with the piles of evidence in front of you?

In his younger, more so less mature years, he tried believing that fairy tale idea. You meet the person you’re meant to be with, and its happier ever after. But now that the dust has been cleared from his eyes, he doesn’t care to believe it anymore. He has better time focusing on his work than trying to chase after that “special somebody” again.

The wall clock within his office was ticking off faster than he would’ve liked. He was supposed to be home two hours ago, but instead this string of car thefts has left him staring at his pin board a little longer than he would have liked. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, he has acquired a grand total of 6 hours over the last two days. His senior officer, Kujo Sara, had warned him several times about risking his health for these types of things. She even benched him for a few days to get some proper sleep or else.

But tonight, the air in his office felt stale. The coffee in his mug had gone cold long ago, there was also a fly in it. The cogs in his brain kept stalling, wanting to turn out any idea or possibility about the suspect.

Currently he had three pictures pinned to the far-right side of the board, they all fit a few of the witness descriptions of who could have stolen their vehicles. One who lived in the neighborhood the thefts were happening, another suspect recently moved out of the neighborhood after the first set of car jackings, and the final suspect was a repeat offender already on the police department’s radar.

A yawn escapes the detectives mouth, his eyes look at the clock again 11:02 PM, if he were to stay any longer, the printed text on each sheet of paper along with the red marker he was using to outline any anomalies would be printed behind his eyelids.

Footsteps approach his office, without even knocking (such courtesy), another detective peers into his office, a scoff is all Heizou hears.

“Shikanoin? You’re still here? Look man, give it a rest, we have all week to crack it, that or just hand it off to another detective if you’re so bored with it.”, the fellow detective laughed. Heizou barely acknowledged his words, only humming to give a false sense of agreement.

“Thank you, have a goodnight.”, Heizou gave the detective a small cheerful smile, waving him goodbye. He even tried playing it off that he already knew what needed to be done, and that “this would be too hard if he gave it off to another detective”. The other man while leaving the office tried hiding his sneer, but Heizou caught it. It wasn’t new, the most senior officers liked proficiency within the department, and it wasn’t his fault he was good at what he was doing.

He’s called the best for a reason.

As confident (although some of his coworkers call it arrogance for his age), he did need to call it a wrap for tonight. That or needed a coffee run.

He put the cap back on his red marker, then he began to pack his things. Placing each case file into their own piles around his desk and poured out his cold coffee mug. Grabbing his items like his work bag, jacket, keys, he turned off the lamp near his desk. Leaving the office in a realm of darkness, the only light coming from the streetlights from outside the windows. His footsteps echo through the empty halls of the department, the sight was usual for him at this hour.

Leaving through the main doors, he passes the parking lot and begins walking through the streets of Inazuma City.

The city at this hour was somewhat lively, but as you traverse through the neighborhoods that line some of the streets, the calm quiet atmosphere creates an ambience unlike any other. While walking he noted a few house lights were on, some people moved their cars off the main street, probably in coordination with the public service announcement lady Kujo made earlier that week. His feet continue along the normal path, his mind already knew what he needed to do when he got home.

Make a new pot of coffee or tea because of the late hour, stare at a few more case files that were handed to him over the last few days. Maybe he’ll cook him up something, maybe fried cutlet? He did have some meat left over in the fridge…

Heizou’s train of thought comes to a soft pause when he notes the soft yellow light coming from a building a head. Upon walking closer it was a café, the little board standing right near the front door advertised its new specialty coffee’s.

Now it was normal for some places to stay open, the businessmen up in Ritou liked to come down from their long days of work to eat and drink to their delights. In his rookie days, he remembers accompanying his fellow detectives observing the drunkards stumble their ways home after a long day of work.

The front door to the café welcomed him in, peering inside he noted not a single soul inside, save for a barista working the bar. Heizou glances at his watch, it was 11:16 now, a café being open this late was questionable. But his inner curiosity got the better of him. What harm could be done? At worst he could be told the café was closed and the barista was just about to lock up.

But at the best? Who knows, some wouldn’t take the risk and just go home.

He pushed the door to the café open; a soft jingle of a bell sounded in the space. Inside the café it was minimal but cozy. There was a bar top, some tables and booths with chairs, a radio was playing soft jazz music somewhere his eyes couldn’t see. Possibly in the back of the café, maybe an office?

On the main counter was an old retro TV playing a news station, the news anchor was telling about the weather and latest events in government. In reality it drowned out in the background.

It was a sweet little café, entering further into the space he alerted the barista behind counter.

“Oh! Hello, sorry I wasn’t expecting someone to come in at this hour, please have a seat wherever you like sir.”, you apologized for not greeting him immediately, Heizou offered a smile instead.

“Oh no need, I was just about to head home and noticed the lights…you’re still open at an hour like this?”, he takes a seat at the bar top, placing his work bag and jacket in the chair next to him. You come to the car and slide him complementary glass of water and a napkin. “Well, we are open until midnight, the owner says its good for this time of year because of the local college students needing places to study. But most times, we are closed around this time, well the former barista on shift would be closed at this hour.”, you reasoned.

Heizou nods, but grins, “Oh so you’re new? I’ve got to say working the night shift must be a hassle, anyone could come in here, you’ve heard of the recent car jackings yeah? Not necessarily safe for you to be in here this late.”, he sips the water, but his eyes remained on you. It was little late to be open; the fact you allowed him to come in and have a seat was alarming as is.

“Oh, and I’m guessing you’re a weirdo I need to worried about? The police station is just up a head, I could just shout for help?”, despite your words you smirked back at him. You must have sensed he wasn’t much of a threat then.

“Well you’re just in luck, I am a detective for said police station, and unfortunately not one of those weirdos coming in at…11:24 just to sip on water and stare at a pretty barista.”, he checked his watch while speaking. He could have been home by now, but he found this all the more interesting.

You smile at his little complement, “why thank you detective, I feel much safer now that you’re around. But while you’re here can I get you something, or did you just want the water? It is free after all.”, you slide him a small paper filled with different variants of coffee.

The menu was filled with the typical drinks any coffee house would do, lattes, iced and hot coffees, even specialty brews using beans from Sumeru and Fontaine. As fun as some of them look, Heizou didn’t want you making him something super specific after you’ve obviously cleaned up the counter. You did say you weren’t expecting any other customers.

“May I have an Iced-Americano? Hopefully that won’t be too much for you, you’ve already cleaned the place to perfection.”, he smiles and slides the menu back toward you. With a nod you get to work.

The smell of fresh espresso fills the air, an aroma he direly missed. The drip coffee at the station was hardly something palatable, much less liked. It was a running joke around the office to see how long before someone pours whatever’s in that pot out and it be black smudge. The only reason Heizou drinks it is because he sometimes (all the time), is running a tad late. You know, staying up solving and cracking cases can leave you a little sleep deprived, and he’s never later than 10 minutes. So technically! Technically, it’s not too bad.

But the reason he drinks the abysmal coffee is because he doesn’t have the time to wait in line at the local cafes and coffee shops, so he just swallows down the questionable and burnt coffee at work. Not optimal, he knows, but you have to do what you have to do.

After working your magic, you slide him a tall glass of iced coffee. It was served alongside a spoon, a straw and a small plate of sugar. “If you’d like a lemon, please let me know, I can go fish one out the fridge for you.”, you turn back to clean out the espresso machine. Heizou shakes his head.

“That won’t be needed, but thank you anyways.”, he didn’t want to ask who in archon’s name adds lemon to their iced coffee, but maybe its weird enough he’d like it. He opens the straw and takes a sip…

The bliss that settles over him was immediately welcoming.

The espresso wasn’t burnt tasting, the strong coffee flavor wasn’t nasty or unwelcoming, and mostly it tasted refreshing. Like a rain shower after a long warm and sunny day. While cleaning the espresso machine you turn around to see him almost melting in his chair. A small giggle leaves your lips.

“Is it that good detective? I don’t want you to melt into a puddle on the floors, I just swept and mopped them.”, you tease, but your smile and laughter only added onto the experience.

“Ah~, you have no idea, not a single idea how nice it is to have decent coffee. After so long I’ve got my good fix.”, Heizou gave a little dreamy sigh, you give him another harmonious laugh again. His eyes stay on you, shining that mysterious glimmer of green.

“Well thank you, I’ll take that as a compliment then.”

“You should, if you serve me something this good this late, I may never want to leave.”, he grins. The TV on the counter breaks into the conversation, announcing a new story from Fontaine.

“Breaking News, a young man was placed into custody with the Maison Gardiennage. Steambird sources tell us that the young man is under suspicion in a recent ring of marriage scams across the nation. Local authorities suspect the young man was using his “soulmate status” to occupy and take financial advantage of young and older women within the Court. Currently there has been no charges placed, but the young man remains in custody. More later on.”

A scoff and a laugh leave Heizou’s lips. How typical, that’s happened in Inazuma already. He’s even worked on one of the cases. He sips his coffee while shaking his head.

“Something funny detective?”, you turned your attention back to him, you too were caught up in the emergency reporting.

“Just something typical that happens, another scammer using this system to abuse its weak points. Nothing new, its happened all across Teyvat.”, his words were true, across many nations, local governments and authorities had to put a stop to scammers and this scheme. Frankly it was so reoccurring that you’d think the whole “soulmate” would lose its popularity, but no. Its still going strong. (Much to Heizou’s dislike)

You simply shrugged, murmuring about the poor women involved and getting scammed like that. Heizou noted your lack of interest, more so you complete disinterest in the topic.

“Oh? Not one to comment on soulmates there barista?”, he was being nosy, needing to pry. Your reaction wasn’t exactly one in a million, but it did pique his interest. You shrugged again, offering to take his empty glass to clean it.

“Well, you know things happen. I just hate that despite the whole “soulmates” thing, some people get pushed into relationships with terrible, even shitty people. So, seeing someone abuse the idea and system just leaves a bad taste in my mouth is all.”, your reasoning wasn’t unpopular so to say. Heizou has seem many people online throw criticism at the societal norm of “just sticking with your soulmate”, but most times those criticisms get thrown out by popular media and journalism.

From his research, even dating people after finding the “right one”, was considered somewhat a taboo. The whole idea was that this person was to be the one and done. The “perfect fit”, so why date after them? Why venture on? Heizou at one point used to agree with these points, those cards never played in his favor.

“It seems we come to an agreeance pretty barista.”, his tone was low, deep in thought. He only shakes out of it to fish for cash to pay you and even offering a tip for the time.

“No need detective, your compliments and company is worth it, besides the register has a lock on it already. So, take this on the house, just uh...shh, don’t mention it to my boss or coworkers.”, you whisper conspicuously, a grin on your lips. Followed with a wink that left a greater smile on Heizou’s lips.

He nods, happily offering to keep this between you two. “Fine, fine, your secrets safe with me, but next time I’ll try and stop by at a reasonable time, then it won’t feel like I’m stealing from you.”, he rises from his chair, grabbing his things.

“Fine by me detective, just letting you know I’m working the night shift for the rest of this week, drop by if you can.”, you wave him goodbye, as Heizou walks for the door, he turns back, the time was 11:32 PM, did time really pass him by?

“Oh, goodnight dear barista, I’d hate for anything to happen to you, I finally got a good taste of coffee after so long you know.”, he calls out.

“Hah! Thank you detective, and have a goodnight yourself sir, please get home safe!”, your smile gives him a sense of warmth in his chest. He leaves out the door, heading back out into the cool night and streets of Inazuma city. The coffee in is system slowly reawakens him, sending the caffeine chills up his spine and into his brain. He can finish his work by the time he gets home.

While walking back to his apartment Heizou looks back down the street near the café, a little smile was on his lips.

Maybe he’ll come back again tomorrow.