let us dream, shall we?

lohen x afab!gn!reader

summary: you tried to confront Lohen over something he'd done, but your anger only aroused him even more. as he pretends to listen, he can’t resist slipping his fingers inside you.

tags: lohen is down bad, situationship, fingering, one-sided angry sex, missionary so you can keep arguing with him, slapping, spitting, choking, freak4freak, lohen enjoys your anger a little too much.....

i used "imunlaukr" as lohen's surname since, unfortunately, we don't know what his canon surname is.

based on this tweet. thank you so much for giving me permission, oomfie-tar <3

“Lohen Imunlaukr, we need to talk.”

“Oh?”, Lohen raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “What did I do this time, nightingale?”

“You KNOW what you did, fucker.”

Lohen watched with open curiosity as you marched toward his desk, your steps tense with irritation. You stopped in front of it, leaning back against the edge with your arms crossed, glaring at him with enough fury to make it seem as though you were ready to drive a knife straight through his throat.

… except that only made him even more excited.

He slowly turned in his chair to face you, looking up at you from below. Resting an elbow on the desk, he propped his cheek against his palm, wearing the most infuriatingly smug expression.

“Really? I don't recall anything,” he murmured, sounding entirely too pleased with himself. “I'm a little busy, you know?”

You glanced sideways at the papers he was supposedly working on. Of course, they were completely blank. Your gaze then shifted to his free hand.

He was absentmindedly twirling a knife between his fingers. So instead of doing his job, he'd been sitting there playing with it.

You let out a heavy sigh of frustration, your fingers tightening around the edge of the desk. Lohen was driving you absolutely insane.

“Oh, if you're so busy, then I shouldn't keep interrupting you,” you huffed, pushing yourself away to leave.

Before you could take a step, Lohen caught your wrist and effortlessly pulled you back, making you sit against the desk once more.

“Mm, I really shouldn’t be letting you out like this when you’re this angry. You might end up killing someone,” Lohen chuckled, placing a reassuring hand on your thigh, only for you to angrily shove it away. “Awww, alright, tell me what your awful boyfriend did this time, hm? I’m listening.”

“You’re not my— ugh, whatever. Do you fucking remember what I told you about…”

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Of course. Lohen remembered everything you'd ever told him — whether you whispered it in confidence or said it outright, whether you were drunk or the two of you were simply talking about everything and nothing.

He always remembered.

It's just that sometimes it was far more entertaining to pretend he didn't.

Lohen watched your furrowed brows with quiet amusement. Your tongue moved far too quickly, your sharp, scolding voice a delight to his ears, but he wasn't processing a single word you were saying. Instead, he savored the sight of your cheeks flushing with color, utterly exasperated over yet another one of his misdeeds.

It really didn't matter. Whatever it was, he would probably do it again anyway, just to see your irritation one more time. You hadn't lost control yet, had you? He just needed to try a little harder before he could finally hear you scream, feel your fists against his chest, and see tears of frustration roll down your cheeks.

His gaze lowered toward your thighs, and he licked his lips without thinking. Whenever he had to force himself to actually work, he found himself missing you terribly — he knew he could be spending that time much better, worshipping your body instead. He would gladly throw your small frame onto that desk, bury himself inside you, and listen as you struggled to keep complaining about him.

Maybe if he fucked you properly, you would even forget why you came to him in the first place. He could make it up to you by going down on you. Or he could let you take your frustration out on him. You could tie him to that chair, restrain his hands so he couldn't touch you. You could ride him slowly, refusing to let him finish for hours, and slap him every time he tried to pick up the pace with his own hips

Or maybe you'd make him kneel while you took his place behind the desk, touching yourself right in front of him. You'd watch with satisfaction as saliva dripped from his lips and his cock throbbed painfully beneath his trousers, knowing that all he was allowed to do was look at you. Would you make him beg?

Fuck. He'd beg without you even having to ask.

He loved it whenever you took control and made him suffer. He loved it even more because you always did it when he least expected it. Like that one time when—

Fuck, he was already getting hard. Your anger affected him a little too much.

“Are you even listening?” you asked, your voice rising.

Lohen lifted his gaze from your thighs to your eyes. A quiet chuckle escaped him as he pretended he hadn't just been caught.

“Yes. You were saying that you've told me at least a thousand times not to pull this shit anymore,” he replied with convincing sincerity, resting his hand on your thigh once again. You raised an eyebrow, but this time, you didn't push him away. “Go on, babe.”

You shot him a suspicious look, but all you did was sigh and press a hand to your forehead before continuing your lecture.

Lohen licked his lips as his fingers idly caressed your skin. You took it as an attempt to calm you down, and, still too consumed by your anger, failed to notice his hand slowly and subtly drifting higher.

It was hard to restrain himself whenever you were like this. It was almost as if you'd come here just to provoke him, wasn't it? You knew better than anyone how much he loved getting under your skin — and how much your frustration affected him.

Hadn't he already given you enough hints?

Ah, then again, it didn't really matter. Whatever had gotten you so worked up, Lohen was more than happy to use it as an opportunity to inch his hand a little higher.

After all, stealth was an essential skill for any warrior. There was nothing wrong with putting his training to good use, was there?

The warmth beneath his fingertips grew with every subtle movement, and the smile tugging at his lips only widened.

“How many more times do I have to tell you that if you absolutely have to do this, then at least do it somewhere no one can fucking see? Lohen, for Archon’s sake,” you scolded.

Higher.

“Mmhm.”

Closer.

“One more time you do that and I swear I’ll—”

Lohen slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of your underwear.

“Lohen—!”

“Keep scolding me,” he said, his voice low and laced with amusement, as he pushed a finger inside you. You gasped, instinctively placing your hand over his wrist. “I’m listening.”

Maybe then he'd finally start listening — once he heard those sweet little sounds of yours.

You tried to push him away, but damn it, Lohen's fingers always seemed to find exactly the right place, making them nearly impossible to resist. A sharp gasp caught in your throat as he grabbed your thigh with his free hand and draped your leg over his shoulder, forcing you to sit on the edge of the desk.

For a brief moment, he didn't move at all.

His fingertips lingered inside you, as though savoring the warmth before doing anything else. The corners of his lips curled upward ever so slightly while his thumb lazily stroked your skin, waiting for the tension in your body to betray you first.

Only then did he begin to move.

His finger traced slow, unhurried circles along your inner walls, deliberately taking his time, fully aware of how much you hated it whenever he toyed with you like this. Every motion was measured, patient, as if his only goal was to keep you hovering on the edge of another complaint.

If anything, it only fueled your anger.

Still, this was one of the rare moments when you could actually keep talking without him interrupting or teasing you. Well, at least not verbally. So you continued muttering under your breath, doing your best to ignore the fact that Lohen's finger was inside you.

Still, this was one of the rare moments when you could actually keep talking without him interrupting or teasing you. Well, at least not verbally. So you continued muttering under your breath, “You're driving me fucking insane.”

“I know, nightingale,” he replied dreamily, savoring how quickly you were growing wet around his finger. He stroked your inner walls with deliberate tenderness, always wanting more. “I really am a terrible guy, aren't I?” he murmured. “At least I'm useful at making you feel good.”

Your hands were still trembling with anger — though now, with something else mixed into it. You weren't finished venting your frustration over what he'd done.

“Then start being a better man too, asshole,” you snapped, biting your lip as his thumb found your swollen clit. The smile on his face only widened as he pressed against it a little more firmly. “And besides, no one fucking knows it was you who—”

You let out a startled moan as he deliberately slipped a second finger inside you. Even then, you didn't stop talking, still convinced Lohen was listening to every word — despite the obvious frown that crossed his face at your last remark, a sure sign he had gone right back to pretending.

Then again, he seemed far more occupied with coaxing more of those sweet little sounds out of you.

While you continued grumbling under your breath, he brushed his lips against your thigh, gently nipping at your skin. Satisfied that you were slick enough, his fingers began moving inside you with renewed intensity.

Your back arched ever so slightly, a shaky breath escaping your lips as his pace quickened.

“You fucker— Do you have any idea how embarrassing it was to—”

“Mhmm.” Lohen's voice rumbled softly against your skin. “Call me that again.”

“Fucker?” You let out a disbelieving laugh at the sheer absurdity of the situation. Fuck. You'd come here for one reason only — to chew him out for what he'd done — and somehow he still had the nerve to twist it into one of his own fantasies.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at the obvious bulge beneath his trousers. Fuck, how long had he been hard? “You're a fucking freak.”

He shifted almost imperceptibly at your words, every part of him aching to have you. But Lohen was being such a good listener, wasn't he? So what did it matter how desperately he wanted you right now? He wasn't listening to your words — but that didn't mean he was ignoring you.

He did notice, however, that you'd stopped talking.

Aw. Did you really need him to encourage you to keep yelling at him?

“Go on, nightingale.” Looking up at you through his lashes with a faint smile, his cheek still resting against your thigh, he moved his hand even faster. He felt you tighten around his fingers, and the sensation drew another involuntary shudder from him. “Tell me more about what a terrible guy I am. Tell me how angry I made you. I'm still listening. Really.”

Really, he said. 

Yeah. Fucking sure.

As he spoke, he rose from his chair, forcing you onto your back across the desk. You let out a startled yelp at the sudden shift, instinctively grabbing onto his shoulders. Still holding your leg over his shoulder, he latched onto your skin, sucking impatiently at it while his fingers continued their relentless pace, savoring the way your body yielded so perfectly to his touch.

You growled in frustration, yanking him down by his choker until he was hovering over you.

He gasped against your lips, surprise and excitement flashing in his eyes.

“What the fuck did I just tell you?”

Lohen chuckled, leaning in until his lips barely brushed yours. You bit down on his lower lip, drawing a soft groan from him before he pulled back only a fraction.

“You're really that mad at me, huh?”

“Take a fucking guess,” you shot back, your grip still tight around his collar.

Lohen's grin widened. He placed his hand over yours before crashing his lips against yours. You gasped as you tasted the copper of his blood, and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

“Lohen, I'm not— I'm not done yet—”

“Right.” Lohen reluctantly pulled away, leaving a thin strand of saliva stretched between your lips. “Keep arguing with me. It's easier now, isn't it?”

Well, it certainly was easier to tell whether Lohen was actually listening when the two of you were face to face.

The problem was, you weren't entirely sure you could keep talking after hearing him unbuckle his belt with his free hand. You swallowed hard, feeling your body react at the mere thought of Lohen taking you right there on his desk.

But... fuck. That wasn't why you'd come here. And you were still furious with him.

“Lohen,” you began, your voice thick with frustration as he slid your underwear off. This time, of course, he was listening attentively, never once breaking eye contact. 

One of his hands settled on your hip while the other remained firmly wrapped around your thigh. “This is the last time I'm letting your behavior slide. One more time—”

Lohen buried himself inside you in one smooth thrust, a low, satisfied groan spilling into the kiss as he relished how quickly he'd managed to get you ready for him. 

He lingered there for a heartbeat, his forehead resting against yours, as though savoring the warmth before moving again. Only then did he begin to rock his hips in slow, measured motions.

You nearly choked on your own words halfway through the sentence. Your fingers instinctively bunched the fabric of his shirt while your other hand tangled in his hair, deliberately giving it a sharp tug. The pull drew a soft gasp from him instead of a complaint, his grin only growing wider. He leaned into your touch as if you'd rewarded him rather than punished him.

“I'm not joking, L-Lohen,” you muttered, clinging to him as he slid one arm beneath you, pulling your body closer until there wasn't a trace of space left between you. “You're acting like a fucking spoiled brat.”

A quiet laugh escaped him.

Instead of answering immediately, he brushed his nose against yours before pressing another kiss to your lips — slow enough to steal your breath, gentle enough to make your irritation feel almost ridiculous. Then another followed, and another after that, each one lingering just a little longer than the last.

“Then tame me a little, hm?”

You rolled your eyes, determined not to give him the satisfaction of seeing you falter. It lasted all of a second before your resolve cracked, forcing you to bite your lip as another movement coaxed an unwilling sound from your throat.

Lohen, meanwhile, made absolutely no effort to hide the pleased noises slipping from his own lips. That, more than anything, struck you as suspicious.

At first, the two of you had genuinely tried to be discreet. But when it came to places like this — places associated with Lohen — most people went well out of their way to avoid him, if only to spare themselves the encounter. It gave the two of you more freedom than either of you should probably have had.

Even so, you couldn't shake the feeling that he was being unusually careless. Lohen was still so damn difficult to read sometimes.

“I know what you want,” you replied, picking up where you'd left off. Your hand slid from his shoulder to his neck, your fingertips grazing the steady pulse beneath his skin. You felt it jump ever so slightly beneath your touch.

Lohen's tongue swept across his lower lip before he tilted his head into your hand, practically inviting you to keep touching him. “But you don't deserve that right now.”

He puffed out his cheeks in an almost childish pout, looking faintly sulky for all of two seconds. Then the expression softened into something warmer — a quiet, almost proud smile that suggested he'd expected exactly that answer.

“You're absolutely right.”

His hand drifted from your hip to your waist, fingers tightening in a firm, possessive squeeze before slowly rubbing comforting circles against your side, as though he couldn't decide whether he wanted to tease you or reassure you.

Nothing brought him more satisfaction than the sight of you beneath him. “Then punish me. Should I hand you my knife? You can carve into my skin that I was a very bad girl.”

“What's even the point of arguing with you?” you sighed, your legs beginning to tremble beneath you. “You mock me all the time...” A quiet sound escaped before you could stop it. “...and you're enjoying it, ngh... a little too m-much.”

He reached for the hand looped loosely around his neck, lifting it with surprising care until your fingertips rested against his lips.

“Guilty,” he murmured, eyes slipping closed as he kissed your knuckles one by one. For a brief moment he simply held your hand there, breathing warmly against your skin. Then, with perfect shamelessness, he opened one eye, met your gaze, and gently caught the tip of your finger between his lips. “But you're just so adorable it's hard to control myself.”

You shot him a frustrated glare.

In response, Lohen playfully nipped your fingertip before letting it go, clearly delighted by the offended look you gave him.

The moment he released both your hand and your thigh, you wrapped your legs around his waist before he could gain any more leverage. You'd long since learned to recognize the subtle shift that always came right before he tried to speed things up.

Unfortunately, he'd also learned that you'd figured him out.

Lohen buried his face in the crook of your neck, breathing you in as one hand threaded gently through your hair while the other wandered over your side and back, never content to stay still for long. You slipped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him impossibly close until the firm curve of his bicep rested against your cheek.

His muffled groans vibrated against your skin.

He scattered absent-minded kisses across your neck, pausing now and then to brush his lips over the same spot before moving somewhere else. Every so often his breathing hitched, growing rougher, his restraint wearing thinner as his movements became steadily more impatient.

Then you felt it. His mouth settled just beneath your ear, right along your jaw — one of the most obvious places imaginable.

Your eyes widened. Without a second's hesitation, you reached for the back of his choker and yanked hard, forcing him to straighten halfway over you. Before he could react—

Smack!

You slapped him clean across the face.

“You fucking—! I just told you not to leave marks where people can see them, you fucking scumbag!” you snapped, spitting in his face without thinking.

To your surprise, Lohen let out a broken, pitiful moan, the sound catching in his throat as though the impact had stolen the air from his lungs. His cock trembled inside you as he came almost instantly, driving into you one last time as deeply as he possibly could. His eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment before opening again, unfocused and dazed. The slap and spit had caught him completely off guard.

A shaky breath escaped him as his body gave out beneath the shock, forcing him to brace himself on his elbows only inches above you. His shoulders trembled with each ragged inhale, his breathing uneven as he struggled to steady himself. You'd surprised him too much.

Your eyes widened as you watched an even deeper flush spread across his face. His gaze was hazy, fixed entirely on you with that same unsettling devotion. He was still coming back to himself.

The corners of your lips curled into a satisfied smile. You cupped his face in both hands, using your thumb to wipe the saliva from his cheek before pressing the same thumb against his lips. The playful spark immediately returned to his eyes.

Lohen obediently let you.

“Are you listening, Lohen?”

“Mhmm,” he hummed in a low voice, the smile on his lips only widening as he basked in the aftermath of his intense orgasm.

You bent your thumb inside his mouth in a silent reprimand, making him let out a quiet gasp before correcting himself. You felt him twitch inside you, hardening once again, and you bit your lip. “Yes. I'm listening.”

He wasn't lying. This time, he was really listening.

“If you ever give me visible hickeys again,” you said coldly, “I'll make sure everyone knows exactly which slut put them there.” 

Lohen let out a laugh at your words, genuinely delighted by how firmly you'd stood your ground and how perfectly you'd taken advantage of his moment of weakness.

You watched him in bewilderment as he reached for your hand — the very one you'd held against his mouth moments ago, the same one you'd slapped him with. He lifted it with surprising tenderness, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of your hand.

Then, without warning, he leaned back just enough to look at you for a brief moment, still having a grin on his face. In the next instant, he thrust his cock into you with enough force to make you gasp, burying himself so deeply that the breath caught in your throat. 

“Archons...” A quiet laugh escaped him as he shook his head in disbelief. The sting on his cheek still lingered, yet if anything, it only seemed to amuse him.

His smile was gentle — almost giddy — as he looked at you with genuine, unguarded admiration, as though you'd just given him exactly what he'd been hoping for.  “You have no idea how much I love it when you stand your ground.”

Another soft chuckle slipped from his lips, while he kept fucking you at a relentless pace you couldn't possibly keep up with. Almost as if he were doing it on purpose — making sure you couldn't answer him, or even make sense of what he was saying to you anymore. 

“That's exactly why I can't get enough of you.”

Slowly, he tilted his head, his gaze lingering on every trace of frustration in your eyes as though he wanted to memorize it. His breathing fell into rhythm with yours, each ragged inhale accompanied by the pleasant sting of your nails biting into his skin. 

“Don't stop,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “I'd hate it if you ever stopped looking at me like that.”

A faint smile returned to the corner of his lips. That familiar knot of pleasure tightened low in your stomach as Lohen slowly placed his thumbs against your throat.

“So keep arguing with me. Keep calling me out whenever I deserve it. Whatever you want — scumbag, slut, whore. It doesn't matter.”

Lohen's grip tightened.

A helpless moan slipped from your lips as your head fell back, your eyes fluttering shut. The pressure stole your breath, and the sudden rush sent your body trembling with an involuntary climax. Watching you unravel, the smile on his face twisted into something possessive, almost obsessive, as he drove his cock into you as hard as he possibly could, as though he intended to carve its curve into your cunt.

Lohen held you impossibly close, as though refusing to let even an inch separate the two of you. “I'd rather have you furious with me than indifferent.”

ftm!lohen x gn!afab!reader

summary: porn without plot. head empty, just sucking on lohen's strap&tdick.

tags: trans lohen, refers to tdick and strap as dick/cock (pre bottom surgery), use of strapon, teasing, mocking sympathy, blowjob/face-fucking, sub!reader

wanted to write that for a real long time and finally managed to finish it. sending love for my all twitter oomfies. ♡

"So, bunny," Lohen cooed softly, gazing down at you with undisguised desire as you knelt before him, one hand gently cradling your cheek. "Be a darling and help me with the harness".

Your eyes immediately dropped to his other hand, where he held the strapon. He gave it a playful little wave, silently urging you to take care of everything.

You swallowed hard, nearly drooling at the thought of what was about to happen, then reached for the waistband of his pants with trembling hands. Lohen watched you intently, an amused smile tugging at his lips as you slowly pulled them down.

Leaning toward his hips, you began pressing slow, wandering kisses along his lower abdomen until you reached the waistband of his boxers. Catching the fabric between your teeth, you tugged it down just enough, making sure your face brushed against his already-hard cock in the process. He let out a quiet chuckle, his fingers tightening in your hair.

You reached for the strapon, but Lohen was quicker. He teasingly pulled it away from you, leaving you staring up at him with wide, needy eyes. The look on your face was almost pitiful, as though he'd denied you something you craved for a very long time.

“Ask nicely first”.

Swallowing hard to keep yourself from drooling the moment you opened your mouth (yes, you wanted him that badly. Fuck. It was his fault he'd turned you into such a needy slut, ready to come running whenever he called), you straightened your posture.

"Please... please, Lohen," you whispered weakly. "I... I need you so bad. Just let me put it on you and I'll do anything you want. Anything at all. Please, Lohen... p-please?".

He laughed at you softly.

"Aww, you'll do anything I want?" he echoed, his voice rich with amusement. "But will you let me do anything I want do to you?"

"Y-yes! You can do whatever you want with me! Just please... please let me do it," you pleaded, your voice trembling with desperation. Your gaze stayed fixed on the strapon. It was so close, just within reach, yet with every word Lohen spoke, it felt as though he were pulling it farther and farther away. "Lohen... I-I'm begging you."

"And what if I don't?" he asked, tilting his head with feigned curiosity.

Your eyes widened even more, and a painful throb ran through you at the thought that Lohen might keep you waiting for release for hours again, simply because he enjoyed playing with you if you messed this up.

"Oh... then I-I probably won't get to cum anytime soon," you admitted, biting your lip.

Lohen was exceptionally good at waiting until the very last moment. Even better, though, was the way he'd bring you right to the edge, only to stop and make you watch as he's jerking off in front of you while the climax you'd been so close to slowly slipped away. And you couldn’t do anything about that. Fuck, he could be unbelievably cruel sometimes.

“Aww... how are you ever going to survive that?” Lohen asked, his voice sounded cruelly soft. Your eyes stung as tears began to well up. Fuck, you'd definitely fucked it up. "Oh? Did I accidentally hurt your feelings?”

Shame washed over your body, making your face red in one second. You tried avoid his gaze, but it only get him more elated.

“You poor little thing. I'm so sorry... Let me make it up to you”, he cooed.

Lohen reached for your hand, still clenched into a tight fist, and gently pried your fingers open before placing the strapon into your palm. Tears spilled down your cheeks as relief washed over you, and Lohen let out a quiet chuckle.

"You're starting to make me feel bad, bunny," he murmured, cupping your cheeks in both hands as he gently wiped away your tears.

His gaze lingered on you, full of unmistakable desire. Fuck, you were so sweetly submissive for him, so hopelessly needy. How had you ended up choosing him when he could be such an asshole to you?

Then again, he adored you so much that the mere thought of someone else taking his place made his blood boil.

"But you brought this entirely on yourself," he said softly, brushing his thumb across your cheek. "And you're not stupid enough to pretend you don't know that. Now, do it I change my mind".

You reacted the moment his voice turned serious. Fighting down the rising panic, you got to work. Lohen helped by lifting one leg, then the other, making it easier for you to slide the harness into place around his hips.

Once it was on, you tightened the straps. Lohen bit his lip, a flicker of dissatisfaction crossing his face.

“Tighter”.

The request caught you off guard. You'd thought you'd secured the harnesses properly already, even with your hands trembling so badly. Still, you did as he asked, pulling them tighter until a quiet moan slipped from his lips.

Instinctively, you looked up. Your thighs pressed together as your breath caught at the sight of him. His face was deeply flushed, desire written all over his expression as he looked at you.

The moment your eyes met, Lohen's smile turned almost manic. He tugged your hair with one hand while gripping the strapon with the other, lightly tapping your cheek with it. A soft moan escaped your lips, and pleasure sent a shiver through you.

Lohen guided it toward your mouth, and the instant you parted your lips, he let out a quiet laugh.

"Oh, aren't you the sweetest?" he said with a grin that bordered on unhinged, not breaking eye contact. He let go of your hair for a moment, spat into his hand, and used it to slick up the strapon before giving an approving hum.

Then he threaded his fingers back into your hair, this time gripping it more firmly. "You're starting to do really well. I'm impressed”.

Without any warning, he slid dick into your mouth. You gripped his hips to steady yourself as he began thrusting into your throat.

Lohen watched you with sweet satisfaction, savoring the lewd sounds that escaped your lips as you struggled to keep up with his rhythm. He wasn't moving fast yet, giving you time to adjust before pushing any further.

"Fuuuuck... suck on it a little. You always sound so sweet when you do that," he said, tugging gently at your hair as he guided the full length into your mouth.

You choked, tears welling in your eyes as your nails dug into his skin. A moment later, though, you obediently began sucking again, clumsy and messy, doing your best to match his pace.

Lohen let out a shaky breath. As always, you made him feel unbelievably good. Your shameless sounds, the faint sting of pain, and your unwavering devotion were all it took. You obeyed every command he gave you without hesitation. It thrilled him beyond reason how perfectly you seemed to complement all of his peculiarities. Or maybe you really were just as fucked up as he was.

He became so consumed by his own pleasure that he didn't realize what he was doing until your muffled sounds grew louder and your nails dug even deeper into his skin. Without meaning to, he'd quickened his pace, driving deeper and harder, leaving you on the verge of choking around him.

Lohen stopped at once, studying you carefully to make sure you were all right. To his surprise, that brief lapse in control hadn't frightened or hurt you.

Instead, you looked back at him with a feverish starvation. Tears streamed down your flushed cheeks, your body trembling as you squeezed your thighs together as tightly as you could, determined to take him as best you were able. You didn't care that it had been too much. The look on Lohen's face and the sounds he'd made were enough to steel your resolve, urging you to keep going.

He finally pulled back, biting down on his lip as he felt the lingering pressure of your mouth. Fuck, you were incredible.

“I had no idea you'd rather choke than let go”, Lohen said, making an obvious effort to keep his voice steady, though the sight had clearly affected him more than he wanted to admit.

Fuck, he couldn't even quite find the right words. "You're really that desperate for me, huh? You'd push yourself to the brink just to keep me happy. That's so fucking cute."

As he spoke, he gently stroked your tired cheeks, expecting to comfort you. To his surprise, though, comfort was the last thing you needed. There was nothing but raw hunger in your eyes.

"Please," you began, clinging to him desperately, your hands tightening around him as if he were about to leave you. "P-please... l-let me suck y-your cock, Lohen."

Lohen raised an eyebrow, genuinely taken aback. For a moment, he was left speechless, but fortunately for him, you continued.

"I-I want to s-suck your cock. I want y-you to c-cum... please, let me," you pleaded through your tears, looking up at him with hopeful eyes, as if begging him to let you take care of him.

Lohen finally snapped out of his daze and let out a soft laugh.

"You're so fucking cute." He shook his head, smiling to himself. "You really want me wrapped around your finger, don't you?"

As if he hadn't been already hopelessly weak for you long before this.

He closed his eyes for a moment, visibly worked up, before your expression lit up at the sight of him loosening the straps.

"Fine," he murmured. "I'll let you. You've been such a good slut for me, hm? I guess you've earned your reward”.

The strapon hit the floor with a dull thud. This time, though, the sight of his painfully neglected dick made your mouth water for real.

“Go on,” he murmured with an amused smile. "Show me how badly you've been wanting to suck my cock”.

Without a second thought, you threw yourself at him as if you were a starving animal, and Lohen let out a long, low moan. He leaned back against the wall, one hand tangling in your hair while the other braced itself against the dresser beside him.

You were greedy for him, almost frantic, too consumed by the need to please him to care how badly your cunt was tightening on nothing and how your knees ached from kneeling on the hard floor. Every sound he made fed the desperate warmth pooling inside you.

You tried to be careful, to pay attention to every little detail, but it was difficult when Lohen's pleased hums stroked your ego far more than they should have. You wanted more. You wanted to draw every last reaction out of him, you wanted him to cum in your mouth. You wanted him to praise you for being so good for him.

You wanted him addicted to you. You wanted him all to yourself, just as you belonged only to him.

Oh, you foolish thing. Didn't you know he was already madly obsessed with you?

The sounds of their indulgence echoed throughout the room, the atmosphere unbearably hot. No matter where Lohen was, he always seemed to make the temperature plummet — but this time, it was different. The heat only intensified, growing more suffocating with every passing second, sweat trailing down your entire body.

You were far too focused on bringing him to climax to notice that his skin, always unbearably cold, was burning beneath your hands for the first time.

Lohen began thrusting his hips desperately, loud, ragged breaths escaping him as his cock brushed against your teeth. You dragged your nails across his waist just as he suddenly bucked forward into you with unexpected force. You tightened your lips around him as much as you could.

You pulled away, and Lohen opened his eyes, looking at you through a hazy, lust-clouded gaze. A second later, a deep growl rumbled from his throat as you took him back into your mouth. You pulled off, eased back on, drew him in deeper, then released him again, repeating the rhythm until you could feel his legs beginning to tremble.

Lohen tipped his head back, biting down on his lip as you slowly circled the tip with your tongue before taking him into your mouth once more. Saliva ran down your chin, your own breathing growing increasingly unsteady as you fell apart beneath him, catching him stealing glances at you.

"You were just made for my cock, huh?" he panted. "How f-fucking good you a-are... h-ha, so fucking... ngh, p-perfect for me."

You lifted your gaze, and the moment your eyes met, Lohen came with a loud, uninhibited moan unlike anything you'd ever heard from him before.

Lohen released his grip on your hair, breathing hard as his body arched every so often under the lingering intensity of his climax. Meanwhile, you rested your head against his thigh, looking up at him with true tenderness. You gave him the time he needed to catch his breath and come back down.

And once he'd finally calmed down, not even Barbatos could have stopped him from doing what he intended to do to you as he threw you onto the bed. 

dad!lohen x mom!reader 

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summary: you and lohen faces the consequences of the heat of the moment. you'd always assumed he'd make a terrifying father. instead, he somehow becomes a good one — though his definition of "safe childcare" remains… debatable.

tags: lohen is down bad, fluff, parenting

well.. this actually came from a conversation i had with my oomf on twitter. in her selfship, she and lohen have a kid together, and i'd never really pictured him as a dad before. my immediate thought was basically the exact premise i ended up writing into the fic. i even tweeted about it, so maybe you already saw it, since it just hit 1k likes, lmfao!

The quiet cries of your baby echoed through the house early that morning, making you stir restlessly beneath the blankets. Before you could fully wake, however, Lohen — who had already been awake for some time — scooped the little one into his arms.

"Shh, shh. I've got you," he murmured, gently rocking the baby. He glanced over at you, still hopelessly tangled in the blankets. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips when he saw you were still asleep. You needed the rest more than anyone else, so he didn't hesitate.

Using only one hand, Lohen settled the baby against his chest and slipped on the carrier, tightening each strap with the same meticulous care he reserved for maintaining his weapons.

The baby squirmed, and for a brief moment he worried he'd fastened the straps too tightly. But before his eyes, the little one settled comfortably against his chest, soothed by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Lohen let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"There," he whispered. "Let's let mama sleep a little longer, hm?"

Spear slung over one shoulder, he stepped outside. His stride was almost cheerful, a little bounce finding its way into every step. He looked... proud. And he was, of course! But it still felt a little strange, becoming a father so young. His parents, of course, had been absolutely thrilled. They'd convinced themselves that finally — finally — fatherhood would make Lohen settle down and live a safer life because—

… A rustle.

Lohen's head turned toward the sound.

Three hilichurls were hunting a wild boar nearby. His gaze slowly drifted down to the sleeping baby tucked against his chest, then back to the monsters. Normally, he would've charged them without a second thought.

This time, he paused. There were only three.

The baby slept peacefully against his chest, utterly undisturbed. It wasn't the first time he'd used the carrier. By now, he'd learned over and over again that his firstborn was perfectly safe there. Turns out his mother's advice had actually been useful.

His polearm materialized in his hand as familiar adrenaline coursed through his veins. 

Well… the thing was, he'd accidentally gotten the baby used to battlefield noise. It had started when he began bringing the stroller — or the carrier — to work. He flatly refused to let you spend every single day stuck at home with the baby.

Naturally, Lohen had turned that into yet another brilliant training exercise for his cadets.

If a knight was loud enough to wake the baby...

… they earned a special training session with the vice-captain.

Before long, the recruits had learned to fight almost silently. The baby, meanwhile, had learned to sleep through practically anything.

Perhaps because, amid the shouting, clashing steel, and distant gunfire, Lohen was always there, humming under his breath, speaking softly, or rambling to his little one in that embarrassingly gentle voice he reserved for them alone.

Naturally, none of the knights were brave enough to laugh at his ridiculously high-pitched lullabies.

Jean looked ready to have a heart attack every time she spotted a baby on the battlefield. Lisa simply giggled, praising Lohen's impressive multitasking skills — and complimenting him on “being such a good father”.

Varka, meanwhile, still hadn't fully processed the fact that Lohen had somehow become a parent. More than once he'd complained that it wasn't fair.

"You think this is easy for me?! Every other day you show up outside my office with your adorable baby! It was bad enough that the mother of your child was the woman I'd been pining after for years and now this?! Ugh! Just let me borrow the little one for a while! I've got paperwork to finish anyway. They can nap peacefully in my office!" 

The last hilichurl collapsed before Lohen had even broken a sweat. Looking down, he grinned when he saw the baby hadn't stirred even once.

"Take after your mama," he said proudly.

He removed his gloves, thoroughly cleaned his hands with the wet wipes he kept in his bag, then gently stroked the baby's tiny head. Somewhere nearby there had to be a camp those hilichurls had wandered from.

If he hurried, he'd make it back before you woke up.

And if luck was really on his side...

… you'd still be asleep long enough for him to feed the baby, too.

Humming quietly to himself, he slipped his gloves back on and continued down the path.

You woke to an empty bed.

For one disoriented second, your hand shot toward the little nest of blankets where the baby should've been. Nothing. Your heart lurched before your mind caught up.

Lohen.

You shook your head, unable to suppress an amused smile. Throwing on one of his jackets, you headed outside in search of the father of your child.

...and found him standing atop a ridge overlooking a nearby hilichurl camp, monster residue drying on his boots, your baby sleeping soundly against his chest as though it were the safest place in all of Teyvat.

Lohen noticed you immediately.

The corners of his lips curled into a pleased smile as he finished wiping his hands clean before walking over.

"They like our morning walks," he said softly, looking down at the baby with unmistakable affection. "Didn't want to wake you."

"Lohen..." You crossed your arms, desperately trying not to smile. "I'd really appreciate it if our child didn't accompany you on your massacres."

"I took our baby for a walk," he replied with a laugh, leaning in until your foreheads were nearly touching. "The massacre was completely unrelated."

He shifted the carrier slightly so you could get a better look. Rosy cheeks, a tiny trail of drool soaking into his shirt, fast asleep, entirely unbothered by whatever had happened.

Lohen looked down at the baby with the same awestruck expression he wore every single time, as though he still couldn't quite believe this tiny little person was real.

modern au !! lohen x reader 🔞 m͟d͟n͟i͟. your best friend is a bit of a creep.

cw: stalking, gross stalker lohen, masturbation (lohen), non-consensual picture stealing (lohen)

✧ You first befriended Lohen when you were kids and you moved into his neighbourhood. While you struggled to fit in, Lohen was content being labelled as the ‘weird kid’⋯ yet he promised to stay by your side, so you trusted him. But for a short period of time, he abruptly disappeared—popping up a few days later, more attached to you than ever.

“Never let go of my hand, okay? I don’t want anyone to take you away, [name].” ✦ Steadily, you both grew older and so did Lohen’s obsession with you. Those matching best friend bracelets he bought for you on your birthday? Yours has a GPS tracker. You’re less likely to forget your phone when leaving the house, so Lohen covertly installed a separate app to keep tabs on your location at all times (he gets a little petulant with you ‘for no reason’ if he catches you without the bracelet he gave you).