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“Well, you beat me, Y/n.” He combed his teal hair out of his face just for it to fall back in place, “Now what will you do with me?”

He paused, panting. “Actually, I have an idea — I want to you to step on me.”

“You want me to…?” A look of confusion was on your face. A look saying “what in the world is his problem?”

The Vice Captain had a big grin splitting his face, he is far too happy about this. “What are you so confused about? Do you have hearing problems or something?”

“Step on me.”

Your eyes look around for any eavesdroppers. It may be 12 AM, but some knights may be on early morning patrol.

You saw no one.

“But why? I don’t understand,” you toss your wooden sparring sword to the side.

“You don’t need to understand, you’re the one on top of me.” His eyes slowly trail down your leather boots that start at your mid-thigh and stop at the sole of your foot.

There’s just something about the way they squeeze your pretty legs that turns him on.

He’s basically chewing on his bottom lip now, probably trying to regulate the pain he’s feeling in his lower region.

He’s so hard right now and you can see it even with the only source of light being the moon and a dew street lights.

The knight looks up at you expectantly, his big, red eyes illuminating softly in the dim lighting. “So? Will you?”

“But you lost, Lohen,” you step closer to him,  your feet on either side of his torso. “Why should I give you what you want if you lost?” You smirk. 

He’s going dizzy with arousal, “Th- then- hurt me then! Kick me, stomp on me, break my bones for all I care! I’ll I need is for you to step on me. Treat me like an insect on the sidewalk.”

Your lips pursed together, you were thinking.

Not even a second later your pressing the sole of your shoe his crotch.

The noise that escaped his throat was a cross between a scream and a moan. The sound ao sinfully debauched it almost made you remove your boot. But seeing him squirm in pain ignited something in you.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head and his fingernails dug into the earth beneath him.

After a second, you moved your boot away. he’s being way too loud, He must want you two to get caught.

“Good god that felt so- so good. Do it again!” He corrected himself, “I mean- please, please give me more, Y/n? I’ll be good! I swear I’ll be so fuckin’ good!”

“Stop begging,” your foot presses against his chest, knocking the wind out of him. “You’re not supposed to enjoy this, is that not what we agreed upon?”

His hands rest on your ankles, feeling your leather boots up and down. “But I am enjoying this, way more than I should, honestly…”

Your boot pressed harder against him, “Hands off before I tie your wrists above your head with that stupid choker you love so much.”

He removes his hands.

“Yes ma’am,” He jokes.

“I like that,” you drop to your knees and straddle his hips. “I want you to refer to me as such. Say yes ma’am and no ma’am when I speak to you, you understand?”

“This wasn’t apart of the deal-“

“-But who lost? I told you I don’t want you to have too much fun,” You pull on his choker that lives up to it’s name, it is way too tight around his neck. “You will do as I say for the rest of the night.”

His face went red, “Yes ma’am.”

This is purely self-indulgent I just really wanted to step on lohen chat my bad

Let’s be honest, he isn’t the most discreet when stalking you. You find his hair all over your things. You think it was done on purpose. And he also makes sure to leave little notes every where: under your bed, your pockets, the small zipper in your bag, even in your underwear drawer.

But how do you know it’s Pervert!Lohen, you ask? Well, who else would leave you letters with creepy undertones like:

“You looked so nice today, were you wearing a shorter skirt just for me? I could tell what color your panties were. You must know I stare.”

“I saw you tossing and turning when I came in your room last night. You were moaning too… I hope you were dreaming of me.”

“You’ve been buying more and more clothes recently, specially on bras and panties. Are they going missing? I mean, I can see why. They smell amazing.”

It’s disturbing how fast those notes accumulate over time. And how disturbing their contents are. You’ve tried to confront Pervert!Lohen once or twice, but he only looks at you with those big, red-blue eyes and tilts his head to the side in confusion.

“Hm?” His brows furrowed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” A pout forms on his pale face. It was a look of pity and regret. “Have you been getting enough sleep lately? You know, sometimes when we’re under a lot of stress, we lose tend to misplace things and see stuff thats not really-“

You cut him off, anger rising in your tone. You couldn’t believe he was gaslighting you!

“Don’t play dumb with me! I know you have been stalking me and taking my shit!”

Pervert!Lohen’s look of pity quickly morphed into one of amusement. His eyes narrowed as they bore into your very soul. “Why do you insist that I am your… secret admirer.”

You scoffed, “The word you’re looking for is ‘stalker.’”

He chuckles, “Fine then. Why do you think I am your ‘stalker?’” He puts up air quotes and you rolled your eyes.

But you stop yourself and actually think, you have no solid evidence against this man proving if he’s your stalker! What if you’re wrong and he’s actually innocent?

No, there’s no way he’s innocent.

Not with that look on his face, he’s probably enjoying watching you spiral.

You wish Pervert!Lohen’s strange behavior ends there, but it doesn’t. When you’re out and about In Mondstadt city, he is literally everywhere you cannot lose him for the life of you. Everywhere you turn you see his cursed turquoise hair.

It doesn’t matter if it’s the Angel’s Share, the Cathedral, the Statue, shit, even all the way out near The Dawn Winery — he’s everywhere. You’re fully convinced he embedded a tracker in your skin or something.

Pervert!Lohen is so touchy.

Every time he greets you he must be touching you somehow. The first few tines it’ll be a handshake, then a hand on your shoulder or arm, and now he’s hugging you with his hands caressing every curve and groove in your body. He yearns to touch more of you, but you back away before he has the chance.

The other day, you felt him shiver after inhaling deeply.

That freak.

Next thing you know, he’ll be leaning on for a kiss. Or something more.

Pervert!Lohen has cameras all over your home. He doesn’t make up an excuse as to why he does, he isn’t “trying to protect you” or “keep you safe” or anything like that. It’s simply because he finds you interesting. He’s never felt this way about anyone else, and he will figure out why you do what you do to him.

Well, at least that was the reason why. Initially, he thought you’d find his cameras and tell him off about them (because he put them in the most easy to notice places) but you didn’t.

Why?

Do you enjoy teasing him like this?

Or are you just as stupid as he thought?

As weird as it may sound, half of him wants to be found out. Pervert!Lohen wanted you to get mad at him, tell him he’s crazy and that you’ll never forgive him.

He squeezes his thighs together, the tent in his pants growing more visible by the second.

Maybe you’ll punish him if he’s lucky.

Although, he might be fine with you being oblivious. For now, at least.

He gets to watch you get dressed and undressed every day and night. He’ll stare in awe when he sees your body soaked after coming out of the shower. He’d replay the clip over and over in one hand while his other tends to the aching heat of his lower body.

It doesn’t take much to get Pervert!Lohen worked up.

Even if you just stand still for too long his mind would be racing with his lewd fantasies.

Out in public you would catch him eyeing your body up and down, like he was assessing you and your choice of clothing. Sometimes he would even make comments on it

“That top’s new. Don’t tell me you’re buying new clothes just for me to gawk at?”

“Why am I staring at you? No reason. I’m just… imagining something…”

Eerily enough, his comments would bring you back to those notes you’d find in your stuff.

There’s no way he isn’t your stalker.