Play Fight
So what if Lohen has a couple screws loose? So do you. You two were a match made in heaven.
Warnings: nsfw content, dry humping (lightly), choking, knifeplay, exhibitionism, reader is tipsy but it's consensual, prommy.
(I forgot about warnings??? Omg)
Minors, DNI!
A/n: Dude. I've never posted on Tumblr like this and its obvious. Also, I haven't played the game since 2022
No idea what's happening with the knights or the fatui, last time I played liyue was having a festival and I was stocking up on limited time food items lol
There's something going on between you and Lohen.
The two of you are discreet, but it wasn't exactly a secret either. From laps around Mondstadt together, surveilling the surrounding area, to full-blown celebrations at Diluc's bar, all spent hip-to-hip.
Everyone noticed the way you would grab his drink by its rim, snarling at him and chugging it in one motion to taunt him. The polite thing to do was to pretend they didn't notice; why bring it up when the two of you clearly had no desire to?
Still, the two of you made it hard to pretend not to know. From the way you drunkenly clutched Lohen's coat, weakly whining about your nausea, or how his hands would wander just shy of your waist and the groping motion he made apparent when he politely bid everyone goodbye. It was something to gossip about as the party finally hit full swing.
"You're seriously a pathetic lightweightâer, I mean, you struggle to hold a single drink, you know. Why would you drink three of mine?" The cold wind forces you closer into his side as he began his approach to your home. He was more dragging you there than politely walking you home. You made a sick sound, hiding your cheek in his uniform; he clutched your wrist to his chest as a precaution, though the hand laid on your hip continued to fondle you with no false pretense of safety involved.
"Mmghruhh," you eloquently retorted. He smelled of mint leaf with an undertone of something stronger. You weren't sure how often the two of you were in this position once before, but you felt as though the amount h significantly increasing since you returned from your deployment away from Mondstadt.
You stumbled over a loose pavement, knees caving under no pressure. He let an amused exhale escape his nose, looking to the side in some faux form of consideration. "You really know how to make yourself a public embarrassment, hm?" You lift your head enough to glare at him, coherent thought stringing together enough to know he is being a dick tonight. "Oh, I'm sorry, could you prefer the phrasing 'public disgrace'? How is it that whenever I find you, you're doing something laughable enough to pass between nations?"
He leans back, his thin smile traveling across his face fast. Sometimes he would get in moods like this; here his sole purpose was to step on your toes and see how much you could take.
"Don't look at me like that! You're famous for it! Your tales in Liyue traveled across Tevyat. Many days, your inanities would reach me before any letter of yours. You're really making a name for yourself, morsel." By now, you're angrily pulling away from him and grunting in dismay. His hands tighten around you, pulling your side into his until you both are cheek to cheek.
You try to think of something mean to retort, something better than what your drunken brain was conjuring. "You're mean!" Would only make you sound pathetic, and you didn't trust your slurring voice to make it sound like anything more than an insolent whine. "Eat my dick!" Felt somehow immature in the face of his insults. So you did what you did best and acted without thinking.
You pulled your hand off of the coat you clutched, weaving it tightly in his hair and then, with full force, pulling it like you were trying to tear it from the roots. You knew him; therefore, you knew how tender his head could be. A secret you swore to keep.
It didn't mean you couldn't use it against him, though.
He made a pained, keening sound while you dragged his face inches away from your own. Your other hand grasped its own bundle of hair, and you began pulling at his hair the same way an elder would pinch a rumbustious kid's cheeks. "Don't be a dick, Lohen!" You manage, stumbling back and forth as his hands begin to loosen from you and hover over your wrists.
"Fuck!" He winced, hands collaring your wrists and eyes closing for a moment.
"If you miss me, why don't you justâ!" You hiccup. "You just tell me! You're always so annoyingly passive-aggressive with the weirdest things! You know I won't get it if you don't tell me!" You twist your elbows, really yanking him around for a moment. His hands stay on your wrists, and when you think he's going to pull your hands away from him, he presses them further into his scalp.
He chuckles, eyes opening to meet your graze. You barely register when he begins to angle your wrist towards his face more. "That's more like it, morsel. Do it harder."
"Huh?"
His eyes crescent at your incomprehensible response, and, out of kindness, he repeats. "Harder." Before sinking his teeth into your angled wrist with no let-up.
You shudder hard. A jolt of electricity followed by undoubted pain makes you cry out. The hand he isn't burrowing into thrashes hard, trying to yank him back by his hair. He makes a humming, moaning sound, and you feel his lips press into a smile on your wrist. Fuck, you're pretty sure he's drawing blood now.
You make a small sound of pain, but in stubborn refusal to lose, you lean close to his face, baring your own teeth.
It would make sense to bite his wrist, in retaliation, but his uniform wasn't quite as showy as yours. His neck would be an obvious weak point, but you weren't known across Tevyat for making reasonable decisions in the heat of the moment. Your mind bypasses all the right answers, and instead, you find yourself sinking your teeth into his cheek, right underneath his lovely mole.
There's a sobering moment where you think to yourself, 'What the fuck am I doing?' But rational thought dawns, and you bite down as hard as you can.
You hear him hiss and then a sharp guff of laughter vibrates against your wrist. You feel the familiar feeling of trickling blood down your arm, and it only reinforces your own vigour as you chomp down hard against his skin. His own soft skin vibrates under your jaw as you cry out from his own ministrations. Unwilling to yield, you raise your bare legs high enough to kick at his knees.
The word begins to sway to the side, and you both topple into the road. You feel his tongue lick into your bloodied sink before he releases and hooks his teeth into the back of your hand. In turn, you bite his other cheek and begin trying to wrestle your arms free.
"Let go!" You jerk back and forth, now on top of him in the middle of the ground. He rolls so the both of you are on your sides, and you see his eyes shake with something similar to exhilaration.
"Never." He promises, the start of the word peaking with excitement only he would have in this situation. You kick at his torso, hard, and listen to the wheezing giggle he makes. "Fuck, I missed you. I missed you so damn much."
You jut your feet into his side. "The feeling is not mutual, you asshole!"
In a fury of motions, he pins your wrists into the ground and uses the momentum to push himself on top of you. Lohen straddles your hips, leaving you defenseless on your back. "Lohen!" You whine out, angry and quickly exhausted. "I'm going to kick your ass; let go of me!" Flexible as ever, you jerk your knees into his backside then twist your hips to try and force him off of you.
"You know I can't do that." He sounds so sickeningly amused; it's really starting to piss you off. "Got ta' get even, babe." He leans down, his lips brushing the side of your face. You wriggle around like a worm and freeze when you feel his lips graze your jaw, pressing against your neck.
You quickly realize he's targeting your weak point now. In desperation, you throw your hips forward, only bucking him somewhat. "Oh, you piece of shiâmM! FUCK!"
His breath, his teeth and his spit lather and press the skin right below your jaw. Your hips buck again, not in a defensive way but instinctively. And he doesn't stop. His teeth press further into the junction of your neck. You angle your head away from him, unintentionally exposing more skin to latch on. "Mm! Leâlet meâoh fuck, Loh-Loeâ" Your hands lash out, back arching into him. You think you're bleeding again.
Vaguely, you remember you both are in the middle of the street. The moon is high in the sky, and the spot you're doing this is well lit. His grip on you slackens, maybe to see what you would do once freed, because his eyes are looking up at you for a response, dizzying you with his attention.
You're still shuddering, a small ache of need building in your gut. You weren't a stranger to getting off to violence; there was a reason the two of you were friends. Still, human willpower overpowered whatever desire pooling between your legs. You hated to be outdone, especially by him!
Your vision blurred from the pain of it, the ache of his bite marks on your wrist and hand and the growing neck wound. You turn your head back to him, hands going to his chest and fumbling weakly. Without another thought, you bite down hard on his earlobe, raising your hands over his chest, and start punching his shoulders.
"Im gfonnaâwin! Ow! Ow! Let go!" Your legs kicked helplessly behind him.
"That's all the fight you've got? Are you even trying?" His voice shakes. He was clearly getting something out of seeing you try with all your might. One hand gripped his shoulders, the other in his hair, yanking tightly until his neck was at your mouths' level, and you bit back hard.
His hands sieze your sides, digging into your sides hard. The sound he makes is something between a cry and a groan. You feel something poke against you, and the idea of him being hard because you hurt him a little has you gasping into his neck, blood against your teeth.
You wanted to hurt him more. Make him ache the same way you did; force him to make that same sound, over and over. You throb at the idea, whimpering when you felt his lips part from your throat. You fumble under his coat, searching.
"Fuuuck, do it again." He presses his face into your head, hands starting to grope at your chest.
"Lohen," you ran your tongue against his bite wound. Skin with a hint of salt chased your taste buds. Cold hands tickle between the openings on your shirt, one hand pinching your nipple through your undergarment's fabric, the other going to your throat, squeezing.
You clenched your thighs together. With a hand still searching, you went to his waistband, finding the dagger hidden there.
He quickly catches on to what you're doing, barking a laugh and pulling away from your mouth to gaze down at you. He feels you point the tip of it into his side, threatening the skin of his waist. "You're playing a dangerous game, morsel..." he warns, pressing his forehead against your own.
You want to say something mean and biting, just to amp him up more, but all you can manage is a little pant. Your lips quirk into a little smile, and you know you look absolutely disheveled by the way his irises shake with excitement.
Instead of plunging the weapon straight in, you slowly guide split layers of skin, watching his manic grin become more pained each growing second.
You watch with sick fascination as he breaks on top of you. The flushing of his cheeks, how his breath hardens, and the small involuntary shudder of his hips â all of it has your mind racing. He says your name like it's a promise.
While his attention is off you, you twist your waist once more, putting as much force as you can. He makes a sound of surprise when you settle on top, popping down on his growing erection without care. His hands slip from your neck to grip your chest in an almost painful grip. You cry out, bending into him so the two of you are chest to chest.
You return it by burrowing the tip of his dagger deeper into him, feeling him grinding into you. Your bare knees dig into cobblestone, eyes still hazy but focused on his expression.
He's so pretty; it's unfair. The way he's looking down at you through his lashes makes you grind back, slotting his clothed dick against you. You wonder if he can feel you throb. You're wet enough; it makes it easy to push against him. He reaches, grasping your hand with the dagger and messily dragging it down his side. The sound he makes has you biting the side of his cheek, igniting fresh pain. You jolt up into him from the jerking of his chest, then quickly pry your hand from his to raise the blade of his head.
"Hey," you slur, feeling your cunt throb in tandem with the pounding of your wrist. From where your hand hung above you, you see blood drip down, falling against his face. One lands close to his lips, and you watch as he licks his lips, pupils dilated.
"You're perfect for me," he whispers, delirious. You blink, your eyes going to his side and realizing how much blood he's losing. The white of his blazer is completely red, turning an ugly shade of dark maroon.
"Awh, shit. Lo," you smack his cheek, forgetting about the blade in your tipsy stupor, nicking skin. He makes a moaning sound, one you don't grace with any acknowledgement. Your hand slaps his cheek once more. "Lo, come on, baby, you okay?"
A voice calls from behind, "What the hell are you two doing?" Your body straightens on instinct, a permanent reaction built into you when you hear your grandmaster's voice. You cringe, slowly turning. To your horror, Jean is with him, a hand covering his appalled expression.
"Are the two of you fighting?!"
Lohens is still murmuring beneath you, "So... so... fuckin' perfect." He's long gone, and you try not to blush when he gives a small roll of his hips with you on top.
"Archons help meâ" Varka exhales, hands on his temples. Jean struggles to comprehend what's happening, marching to the two of you and grabbing you by your armpits and into the air like a cat. Lohen's dagger dangles in your grasp, feet dangling over the mess you made.
Varka finally moves, staring down at a passed-out Lohen. He takes in Lohen's disheveled state, bite wounds on his cheek and neck, dishevious hair and still bleeding wound, as well as the erection that hasn't softened with time. He glances at you, the knife in your hand and the bite underneath it, your neck, your crumpled top, and your flushed cheeks.
Varka grabs Lohen by the scruff. For a moment, the two of you look like a pair of cats torn apart in the middle of a nasty fight. "What the hell were you two doing? What were you two thinking?"
You envy Lohen for a moment. Maybe you should go limp and pretend to pass out, but you have an ache to defend yourself. "We were playing around..." You frown, staring at the ground instead of your grandmaster's disapproving gaze.
He sucks his teeth, dissatisfied with your answer, and yanks Lohen over his shoulder.
"Hell, now we have to go to the church and explain your state to Miss Barbara. Are you both aiming to traumatize that poor girl?"
You hear Jean sigh, and in a moment of brilliance, you throw your head back and begin to fake a snore.
Never mind you keeping Lohen's dagger in your tight grip, or the fact that this position would make sleep impossible to come to.
They go along with it so as to stop further discussion of your misdeeds.
As the two of them sweep your injured bodies to the cathedral, you hear Varka grumble under his breath, "You two make it hard to pretend not to know what's going on between you."







