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.
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.
“One more time you do that and I swear I’ll—”
Lohen slipped his fingers beneath the fabric of your underwear.
“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.”
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—
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.”
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.”
yes it was all about hickeys lmfao
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