God Lohen inhaled every mora that I have, quite literally.
Mornings with Lohen would be either him not by your side or him just literally draping himself over you.
And no, you are not getting off the bed before him, so if you woke up before him, good luck for letting his arms off you because that grip ain't gonna let you go anywhere.
If you did escaped his hold, he would be very grumpy. How would you know? Ask the KoF, they would literally run to you and go on their knees to get you to Lohen' side just so he doesn't 'torture' any more Knights.
When he sees you at the training ground, he would ignore you at first, but when you call his name. He's no longer ignoring you, though still grumpily walk over to you as he avoid your gaze. Pretending, to sulk.
"Lohen, stop torturing the knights." "Me? Torturing them? I did not. It is a part of the training." He quickly deflect your statement.
But when he sees you actually being mad, he'll, begrudgingly apologize to the knights for his actions.
What happened after?
Yeah he'll just follow you around like a lost bunny in silence, way too stubborn to spat a proper apology. But his way of apologizing is by buying you your favourite food and giving you a bouquet of flowers. But if you're allergic to flowers then he'll simply buy you trinkets and wrote an apology letter.
At night though, he would cling to you like you would disappear if he let go. Then you can her him mutter a soft—
❝ in which your favorite game character suddenly appears right before you, and is determined to give the best night of your life ♡ ❞
cw; afab!gn!reader (no pronouns used), no use of y/n, SAGAU (self aware genshin alternative universe), soft-ish dom!lohen, first time, loss of virginity, oral (receiving), spit kink, p in v, choking, creampie, slight yandere implications, lowkey self insert tbh (i have adhd if u can tell), basically reader is a fucking chud cuz so am i. written before lohen release, apologies if it's ooc
a/n; thank you and apologies for the long wait. this was meant to be posted before his banner but i got caught up on some stuff. this is the first long fic i've ever published, i hope you'll like it <3 special thanks to @draculasgaycousincountfaggula & @deliriciouss for helping me proofread.
you were infatuated with lohen. very much obsessed with the latest male twink character from the hit game genshin impact.
his faded mint hair, grey-crimson hollow yet seductive eyes, that knight attire cladding his body and highlighting his charm further—or, well, his unhinged and borderline manic personality that you've come to love so much. if anything, it was exactly what got you so hooked on him. and got you grinding your thighs thinking about all the nasty things he would probably be into.
not only that, but you were also actively consuming every media of him the world has to offer. fanmade artworks, writings, gameplay leaks, the smallest lore crumbs and theories... not to mention the endless daydreaming you'd have of him. he wasn't even playable yet!
it was pathetic, really. you were aware of that much. to be smitten over some goddamn pixelated fictional guy? most people would snicker at the idea.
but you couldn't care less. and so, you kept indulging.
a temporary fixation? maybe. it wouldn't be the first time you to got so hyped about a specific character, just to forget about them in only a few months.
but for now, he was like a drug and you were the addict. you almost quite literally need him in order to keep functioning. every time you needed to work, you'd have a picture of him open somewhere on your screen to "keep you company". or sometimes play his voice lines in the background, on loop. you'd open social media to look for new fan works of him during your break time.
he was the subject of the scenarios you'd cook up in your head, whenever sleep refuses to visit and you needed to distract yourself from your own thoughts.
the universe just didn't seem to give you much luck when it came to love. you barely had any romantic experience, nor did you really care about it anymore. as long as you have your beloved characters, it already felt enough for you to get through the hardships of life. even if they aren't real. and never will be. that's a given fact, right?
although sometimes, you wonder what it would feel like if they were real. especially at times when you're feeling a little too lonely, or unsatisfied with just relying on your own fingers and toys to pleasure yourself with. you want to know what the real thing feels like— how fucking with lohen would feel like.
right now, you were sitting at your desk, genshin impact open on your screen. you had just finished doing your dailies, spending your resin just like any other day. you chose not to continue farming the primogems you needed for lohen's upcoming banner— which was coming in just a few days! but really, you're feeling a bit too tired to do any kind of exploring or quests today. but, you don't quite feel like logging off either.
and so, after finding whichever spot the 5th company vice captain decides to show up in today, you let your character stand behind his figure— just enough to have the camera be positioned close enough to his face without making it dissolve.
and then you... simply stare. you watch the subtle animations of his body, the soft sway of his hair and his autonomously blinking eyes. you don't even bother talking to him— you've already done it so much you practically memorized the dialogue at this point.
today, you decided to just look at him, as your arms fold on the desk and rest your head atop of it, all while the gentle music of dornman port play in the background.
and then, you drift off to sleep.
it was a while before you open your eyes, shifting slowly from your position. but you didn't expect to feel something soft, warm and breathing— or rather someone sitting beneath you. and a pair of arms encircling your waist. you aren't even in the same position as earlier: leaning over the desk with your arms as pillow. instead you were leaning back against the chair now! or to be more specific, leaning against someone's chest. you could even feel their warm breath hitting the skin of your neck.
the fuzziness of your brain instantly fades away, replaced instead by a sense of dread. whoever it was couldn't have entered your room through ordinary means. your heart sinks, hammering behind your ribcage from the growing panic.
but then— the mysterious figure speaks. "hm? finally decided to wake up from your beauty sleep, it seems." it was in a voice you recognize so well.
at that moment, somehow your breathing slows down just a little, and your gaze subconsciously shifts to the computer screen you had left on earlier.
lohen was nowhere to be found.
or at least, not inside the game.
you turn slightly to look behind, and sure enough.
it was him.
lohen, the very character you have been obsessed with, is now sitting in your room, with you on his lap as he holds you close.
your eyes widen in utter disbelief as they sweep across his face, taking in the expression; a subtle smile on his lips, and a hint of amusement somewhere in those red voidlike eyes. he looks exactly like how you always imagined him to look: infuriatingly handsome that it made your breath caught in your throat for one second.
"lo— ... lohen?" you mutter out almost hesitantly, one hand reaching for his face without you even realizing it. gentle fingers make contact with his skin, as if assessing if it was real. if he was real. "no... it can't be." you must still be dreaming, right?
his smile widens at that, as a huff of chuckle escapes him. "of course it can, sweetheart." the nickname, and the way he says it is enough to make your stomach flutter. "why couldn't it be?"
"but you're... how? i—" before you can stutter any further, his gloved hand goes up to your face, the thumb pressing your lips close. "shhh... i know you have many questions."
his face leans closer, enough for you to feel the warm of his breath mingle with yours. "but i'm sure you'd rather do more than just chat about unimportant matters, won't you?"
before you can even reply, or process the implications of that sentence, suddenly his lips were already brushing against yours.
your eyes widen, letting out a gasp that gets muffled by his mouth. fuck, there's no way this is actually happening, you thought. but soon enough, you melt into the kiss without any further resistance, lids shutting close.
the arms around your waist tighten just a little, while one hand was still on your face to hold it in place. you could feel his tongue prod for access, and of course, you don't need to think twice before letting it in. it lasted a good moment before you started to run out of breath, but the man purposely held it for longer.
finally he lets go, and you practically heave for much needed oxygen. your eyes immediately flicker down to the string of saliva connecting your lips, and it makes your cheeks tingle with warmth. but of course, he won't just stop there. his face quickly duck into your neck, leaving trails of kisses there instead. you can feel a faint sting on some particular spots— has he been leaving lovebites on your skin while you were asleep?
the hand that previously held your chin now drifts down, to slip under your shirt. the other smoothly moves to start kneading on your thigh. your breath hitch at the contact, immediately catching onto what he was trying to do.
"l-lohen, wait—" your hand instinctively reach for his wrist.
that was enough to stop his movement, and he looks up at you quizzically."what's wrong? you don't want this?"
"no... i mean— i do! it's just..." you avoid his gaze, feeling a mix of hesitation and embarrassment. "...i don't have any experience in this."
at first he doesn't respond immediately, simply staring at you. it only lasted a second or two, yet it felt like you could die out of embarrassment under his gaze. and then his lips spread into a grin.
"mm, i guessed as much." his arms lifts your weight, before turning you around and having you sit back down, this time facing him. "that's why, just let me take good care of you. alright?" the way he whispers it was enough to make heat creep up your cheeks. you nod in respond.
"good." he smiles, satisfied, before using his teeth to pull off the navy-blue glove that covered his left hand.
and then his lips crash against yours again. this time, it was much more fervid, tongues moving in an almost aggressive dance.
his hand, now bare, slips under your shirt once more, slow and teasing before his thumb brush over one of your nipples. it was enough to make you jerk slightly, heat coiling in the pit of your stomach. it doesn't help that you finally took notice of the particular hardness between his legs, poking against your own crotch that was beginning to feel really warm.
lohen allows you to grind against his clothed erection, if anything he encourages you to do so, by grabbing your hips and moving it back and forth in a slow rhythm. you let out soft moans against his mouth, and you can feel the way his lips contort into a smirk.
"i've been watching you, you know." he pulls away slightly, just enough to whisper the words against your still wet lips. "the way you look at me. gushed over me whenever i made an appearance, working so hard to save up for my release." his voice takes on a lower lilt then, leaning over to your ear. "...or the way you touch yourself whilst thinking of me."
your breath hitches at that, and you can feel the slight pinch of his finger on your stiff peak, like calling you out verbally wasn't enough. it made you squirm, much to his satisfaction.
"now, i can finally have you all for myself... and you're even letting me take your first time?" he coos with a breathy snicker, as if he’s getting some kind of twisted pleasure just from the thought alone. "mmh... truly a sweetheart, you are."
next thing you know, he was already picking you up with so much ease, almost as if you weighed no more than a feather. lohen carries you across the room, before setting you down on the plush surface of your bed, while he stands between your legs.
then he begins taking off his attire, starting by the capelet over his shoulders. you always thought it must've been a hassle to wear all of those at all times, but he was nimble and quick enough to take off his outer layers in just a few seconds, the garments dropping to the floor with a small clank from the metal edges.
next he looms over your body, leaning into your neck once more and placing more kisses and bites there. all the while, his hand hikes up your shirt. it comes off soon enough, your pants following next.
his fingers were ready to slide off your panties, already tugging at the band. but then he glances up at your face, stopping upon noticing your frown— or perhaps, more accurately a scowl.
"what's wrong? change of mind?" he asks, sounding genuine.
your eyes drifts away for a moment. "...you're still wearing so much. it's not fair."
he blinks, before laughing out at that. god, can he stop making this so unnecessarily embarrassing?
"well, take it off, then." he smirks and hovers above you with both hands on your sides, as if to double down on the offer by having himself close enough to your reach. and you take it, hands gingerly lifting up to undo the buttons of his dark blue shirt one by one.
the fabric shrugs past his shoulders, before dropping to join the heap on the floor. but it was the newly exposed skin that caught your eyes immediately; gaze sweeping over the toned muscles that has been hiding underneath all those troublesome garments.
the man was a vice captain after all; someone who spent most of his time in the battlefield. naturally, it only makes sense that he has quite the lean body, with some scars embellishing his pale skin. but seeing it for yourself, so real and within reach— your gaze felt like it was latched in place.
that was, until the guy in question lets out a snicker. "you're too cute, you know that?" his smile and eyes glints with amusement as your face grows hot and immediately glance away. meanwhile his hands starts to fumble with the belt around his waist.
"there," he says, after shrugging off his pants. he keeps the boxer on, but even through the fabric, you can clearly make out the very prominent bulge and the damp spot it already left. "happy now? can i finally take this off?" his fingers find their way to your hip again, playing and pulling at the band of your panties.
at your nod, he wastes no time in sliding the last piece of fabric off. your thighs instinctively tried to close together from the nervousness, but he immediately grabbed one by the underside and keep them open. "ah ah. don't get shy on me now." he huffs out a chuckle, before slowly spreading them further apart, until your cute little cunt— already drenched from all his little teasing— is out in full display for him.
you shiver slightly upon the sensation of cold air hitting your soaked and sensitive hole, making you all the more self-conscious. it doesn't help that lohen himself was busy drinking up the view, crimson-teal eyes focused on nowhere else other than the very spot you're aching for any kind of touch. his teeth bites down to his lower lip, gaze narrowing and brows scrunching slightly as he let out a shuddering moan.
"fuuuck..." you can feel his hands squeeze at the supple flesh of your thighs— before one of them moves to drag its middle and ring finger against your dripping slit, earning him a mewl from you.
"aww, look at that. all pretty for me." lohen's gaze was still focused on your pussy, following along the digits as it slides up and effectively collecting slick. and then, he glances up to your face, eyes dark as they lock onto yours— as if to make sure you were watching while he brings the two sticky fingers to his lips, licking and sucking off the juices clean. "mmhh... and you taste just as sweet, too."
the sight was enough for you to let out a whimper, small and shy, the heat between your legs feeling like it's only growing further and even throbbing.
and then, lohen lowers his knees to rest on the floor, hovering his face closer to your cunt. even through the remaining few centimeters gap, you could feel his warm breath ghosting over your wetness, and you bite your inner cheeks to subsist with the dizziness it was giving. but what you didn't expect was, for him to unabashedly spit out a bundle of saliva right against your clit, causing a yelp to escape your lips. he watches keenly as it runs down your folds, becoming one with your own arousal. and you could feel it, too— warm, wet, and filthy. yet you can't help but love it.
"loheennn..." you whine out. "don't tease me... please." a part of you cursed yourself internally for sounding so downright desperate, but damn it, you are getting desperate.
"getting impatient, aren't we, bunny? and i barely did a thing." he chuckles darkly— that same one he'd let out whenever he's coming up with twisted plans to interrogate a thief. thankfully, you're not a criminal in need of punishment, and so he decides to be a little more merciful. this was your first time, after all; tonight, he only wants to show you just how good he can make you feel. "but fine... since you asked so nicely."
and without wasting any more time, lohen dips his face into your sopping heat. his tongue smoothly glides up your folds, letting out a pleasured noise as he sucks and laps; directly taste your sweetness on his mouth. both hands move your thighs higher for easier access, before one of the thumbs make contact with your clit, circling around the sensitive nub and drawing a moan out of you.
but lohen isn't satisfied with just licking, and he knew you aren't too. you start to feel his wet muscle prod against your entrance, like an intruder forcing its way through your tight walls. his thumb is replaced by the press of his nose against your clit, all the while his tongue continues to delve deeper to discover all the sweet spots hidden inside.
the moans escaping your lips only grow frequent from all the pleasure. you try to keep the noises down still, not wanting to face the shame of having your neighbors hear all those sinful noises coming from none other than you. but it was getting far from easy— not with the way he was eating you out so good. shamelessly greedy, like a ravenous rabbit who found its way into a burrow full of fresh juicy meals.
of course, sharp and observant as he is, lohen easily took notice of this. but no attempts to call you out was made. instead, he simply took it as a challenge— increasing the speed of his tongue, flicking and swirling in all the right ways to try and get you to break on your own. but that alone isn't enough, no. he might choose to be just a bit gentler tonight, but it won't be lohen if he wasn’t at least trying to push you to the limit a little.
amidst his fervid ravishing, you suddenly feel two digits slot into your hole. that successfully got you to squirm and whimper out, hand instinctively flying to his hair to anchor yourself from the overwhelming sensations. “fuck… that’s t’much—”
lohen’s lips curl against your churning heat. “really? too much?” he cooed. “you seem to be taking it so well though…” he takes in the way your walls clench around his thrusting digits, smirking amusedly with a half lidded gaze. as if he could just watch it forever and still be entertained. “look at that, sucking in my fingers so greedily.”
then without warning, those knuckle-deep fingers gives a curl into your gummy walls, this time causing you to moan sharply.
lohen guides his tongue back inside you, moving in tandem with the digits as they bring you closer and closer to finishing. the combination fills you up all so nicely, moreso with the way those fingers lazily part your already gaping hole every now and then.
the overwhelming sensation sends you into a haze, gasping and moaning as you chase that release. “lohenn…” your grip inherently tightens around his mint strands, “mngh… think i’m gonna—”
“gonna cum?” he finishes the sentence before you could, the vibration of his mouth echoing through your core and only making your breath hitch more— to the point where all you could get out was a nod. “mm, yeah. i know.” he smirks, not once halting the everlasting pace of his digits inside you. “then come on my tongue, sweetheart.”
after those words, he immediately went back to pleasuring you, the spongy muscles caressing your most sensitive spots with its tip. your entire body felt like it was set ablaze, burning from the inside in the most blissful way.
one last flit against your g-spot was all it takes for the coil in your belly to snap. you gush out with a loud cry— and if your mind wasn't in such a delirious state, you'd notice the way lohen moans with a shudder.
it was a moment before you come down from your high. the fog in your mind starts to dissipate, and you open your eyes— blurry at first, before it starts to find its focus again. amidst that lingering fuzziness, your gaze finds lohen: still between your legs, intently lapping up all the fluids that was the result of his successful work.
and then it was as if your mind had a brief, sudden clarity. it hit you then— you just had sex with the very character you've been so enamored with the last few months. with lohen. for a moment, you simply stare and took in the sight before you, digesting each and every detail.
the way he seems almost too focused in trying to lick you clean, the way his hands grip tightly onto your thighs, or how he let out small hums and noises of delight as he savors the taste of you. how could someone look so angelic while in the act of something so debauched and sinful? it was all so surreal.
if it was any other time, you'd probably question your own sanity for having come up with such a filthily realistic delusion. but in that moment, you couldn't care less whether it was just a dream or not— you'd still savor this moment either way. and if it was indeed a dream, you don't want to wake up.
the sequence of your thoughts was broken when lohen suddenly looks up to meet your gaze. you instantly realize just how long you must've been staring, and slightly panic inside.
the man pulls himself away from your sex, finally separating his mouth from your still soaked heat with a wet pop. “you've been real quiet.” the slick on his chin and lips glistened as they pulled into a smirk, lifting himself closer to your face. “did i do you good?”
“…yes.” you muttered quietly, gaze averting away while heat creeps up your cheeks. truly, it would be a lie if you had said it wasn't humiliating with how submissive you've been acting with him. but hey, what else would one do if some supposedly fictional guy, who you've been having wet dreams about, suddenly appears in real life and reenacts those very scenes with you?
he watches your reactions closely, red-tainted gaze flickering over your face; and then laughs. “well, i can do even better.” before you can utter a respond, lohen abruptly crashes your lips together. the collision made you gasp, in which he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in.
the tang of your own arousal is still fresh on his mouth, and it's obvious how he was purposely trying to get you to have a taste as well. you should find it gross— but gods help you if it didn't make your stomach flutter with resurfacing heat.
while your focus was occupied with his tongue, lohen’s arms grabs onto your body and effortlessly lifts it further up the bed without breaking the kiss. your hand automatically encircles around his neck, until you feel your head being settled down on the soft pillows.
lohen gives a playful bite to your lip, smirking against it when he feels your small whine in response to the unexpected sting. and he does it again— prolonging the connection of your mouth until you had to give his shoulder a smack, before you were finally allowed to inhale some much needed air.
your eyes open to see him with that shit-eating grin, all the while you were heaving to steady your breath under him. really, you’ve never relate more to all the times he was portrayed as annoying in those fanfictions. because boy were they accurate.
but the furrow of your eyebrows faltered when lohen was continuously shifting above you, your attention once again stolen by the motion of his hand— sliding down to… the hem of his boxers, the remaining garment left that still covered the last part of his body. the most intimate part.
the band shrugs past his hips, and you could tell lohen was deliberately slowing the movements of his fingers just to tease you further; then lower still down his thighs, until it finally frees the bulge that has been confined behind the tight fabric for too long. your mind briefly debated whether to allow your gaze to remain, or avert away. but it was ultimately glued in place when the head of his cock springs out.
god, isn’t he beautiful. the length wasn’t anything remarkable, but it was rather thick. and the sight of creamy, white pre leaking from the pink veiny tip is enough to make your breath hitch.
the stranded thoughts in your head reunites themselves when lohen spoke, in that annoyingly coy way: “do i live up to your imagination?”
your gaze finally lifts itself away, meeting his faded magenta ones instead, along with that equally infuriating smug look. your cheeks burn— having just realized how long you must've been staring at his dick— but you try to keep some semblance… at least, this time. “i’ll be the judge of that, depending on how you use it.”
“oh?” his smirk widens into a full-blown grin: astonished and wicked at the same time. “still have the gall to challenge me after all that?” he chuckles, low and almost sinister. but you knew he was right. it was somewhat ridiculous considering how he was the one who just made you cum mere moments ago. and truthfully? right now, you don't care about anything else other than wanting to have his girth fully sheathed in your remoisturized walls and pounding into it mercilessly.
“alright then,” he gives a noncommittal shrug, “just don't blame me if you end up unable to walk the next morning, yeah?”
your mind's first respond to those words was to slightly regret acting so feisty. but it was cut short when lohen hoists your legs higher, wrapping it around his lean body, and begins to position himself between your thighs.
as he fists his own dick with a few lazy strokes, smearing cum all over the shaft right in front of your pussy, your thoughts suddenly jumble into a different kind of panic. shit— it somehow only hit you now that that you're for real actually about to lose your virginity. much less to lohen.
there's nothing you wanted more than this, not even in your most wildest dreams. but that doesn't mean the nervousness suddenly just dissipates into thin air. thoughts of uncertainty starts to cloud your mind, such as will it hurt too much? or, what if you won't be good enough for him?
but they were once again disrupted by lohen's voice, who seems to have noticed how taut your muscles are becoming. “hey, hey. you're tensing up too much." the tone he uses was nowhere near disappointed, but rather simply acknowledging the state your body was in. like calling out an apprentice knight who seems way too agitated to properly take aim with a rifle. “what, want me to stop first?”
“no— no. i’m fine, i promise.” the words nearly stumble out as you try to regather your composure. “sorry... just go on.”
he hums, perceptive gaze seemingly scanning your expression for a brief second. “if you say so.” lohen begins to shift again, this time leaning his face closer to yours. “just relax and trust me, alright bunny?” the words were whispered so softly into your ear, it almost felt uncharacteristic. “i already said i’d take good care of you, didn't i?” you feel his thumb rub small circles on your hip.
and magically, it seems to work. because the next moment you feel the strain in your body gradually evaporate. your arms narrow around his neck, and you respond with a small nod. “that’s my pretty.” he coos, then pressing a surprisingly sweet kiss to the corner of your lips.
his mouth drifts lower to make contact with your neck once again, leaving open mouthed kisses and more hickeys in its wake; meanwhile his palm traced its way to your chest. slender fingers fondled with one of the nipples, swirling and toying with the hardened peaks. you shiver from the stimulation, biting your lip; though at the same time, it further eases the flow of your body in its effort to loosen up. it was as if lohen knew the effect it would have on your body without even needing to try first; like he knew which switch to twist and turn.
“mmhh… would you let me get inside you, sweetheart?” he purrs out while looking up to see your face, and you can feel his hardness shallowly grind along your puffy folds, smearing both your arousals together. your cunt seems to quiver in response, antsy to just invite him in.
“fuck, lohen— yes… yes, i need you… please.” the plead leaves your lips before you can give it a second thought, grip tightening around him; you just can't take it anymore. your body felt hot, every vein and muscle set alight with the flame of pure need and desire. and you see it in his eyes, too— gleaming with lust, like he was just barely holding back himself.
“mm.. yeah?” lohen rumbles, smirking and nuzzling a kiss to your cheek. “such a pliant little bunny.”
the next thing your mind registers is the sensation of stiff cockhead pressing up into your hole; you suck in a breath as each inch settles further into your tight walls, and lohen himself grits his teeth in order not to just push himself in all at once. though he was entering with relative ease considering the mix of fluids already coating your insides from previous release, as well as the sheen layer of precum on lohen's dick.
when the full length is finally enveloped in your pussy, lohen is (surprisingly) considerate enough to give you time to adjust, although you can still feel his restless nature seep out from the way his squeeze on your thighs tightens and loosen haphazardly. “t—... tell me when you're ready.” he murmurs against your neck, holding back the groans that threatens to slip out from the way your pussy clench around him like a vice.
meawhile, you took the time to get used and take in all the flooding sensations that comes with his cock splitting you open. god, it feels different from all the times you settle with just touching yourself. it fills you up much more nicely, perfectly, just the right shape and size to fit in your pussy. you can even feel the raw warmth, or the tiniest twitches of his veins against your soggy and sensitive muscles.
when the initial sting and discomfort start to fade, you breathe out shudderingly. “y-you can… move now.”
at that, lohen lifts his face from where it was buried under your chin, assessing your expression as if to make sure you’re really alright— then begins to move his weight, giving a shallow roll of his hips and making you squirm.
then, lohen begins to thrust. slow and languid at first, pulling back his length until only the tip was left— before pushing back in. you moan aloud, while lohen himself curses shakily under his breath. “f-f-fuck… so tight f’me,”
the rhythm gradually builds up into a faster pace, until the room was filled with the obscene sound of wet squelches with every shove of his hips, that nearly drowns your own moans.
lohen tried to keep it gentle, he did— but even the vice captain’s restraints is prone to come loose (not that it was very strong in the first place) with the way your cunt sucks him in so eagerly.
“loh… lohen—! ngh… so fast,” you writhe out, toes curling and heel pressing onto his lower back.
“you like it, don't you?” he rasps out, a breathy chuckle following. “f-feels good, doesn't it? c'mon, tell me.”
“yes.. mmngh feels s’good, so deep— AH!” you feel a particularly hard thrust, hit from just the right angle until the tip of his shaft kisses your cervix. the abruptness of it all made your hands claw at his back out of instinct, nails digging into the pale skin hard enough to leave red crescents and lines.
the sting emitted a moan out of lohen, lewd and absolutely aroused. like he was just looking forward to it. “ssshiitt… just like that, bunny… s-scratch me like that, let me know how good my dick is to your pussy.”
you hesitate at first, but then you remember— this is lohen, the sadomasochistic freak who canonically refuses to use any kind of anesthesia, and instead finds thrill in every sensation of pain. and so your fingers dig further into his flesh, tearing the skin surface as it drags down his shoulder blades. it's not like you can hold yourself back much anyways, not with how his pace is continuing to become relentless.
at some point where he was spilling out noises and curses of pleasure, a thought seems to rear itself into lohen’s head. an erotic one, at that. “sweetheart,” he starts sweetly, without once letting his speed falter. “would you let me try something?”
this was enough to have your wobbling focus assemble back to lohen’s voice, and you shift your already glossy eyes towards him. “wh... what is it?”
“don’t be scared, i'm sure you'll like it.” his tone is purposely light; “after all…” only for it to lower down when he purrs against your ear, “you like me, right?”
it nearly made you shiver, whatever that was supposed to mean. but you nod anyways, hesitant yet with a hidden excitement and anticipation surging within.
upon seeing your agreement, his lips contort— somehow both a cheerful smile and an ominous smirk simultaneously. one hand on your hip leaves its grip to trail upwards instead; over your stomach, leaving an intentional brush against your nipple, then finally setting his palm on your neck. and then it hits you what he was trying to do.
you gasp upon feeling his fingers clutch and press right against your airways. it wasn’t harsh, if anything it was light enough to be considered careful. but even the mild pressure was sufficient to turn you lightheaded from the lack of air. you tighten the grip on his back, but not push away; because fuck, you understood what he meant now. you are into this.
countless times have you imagined it, dirty scenarios of getting fucked thoroughly by lohen, teased and choked exactly like right now; along with a million other variations of it.
it was only a few seconds, but for you felt like an eternity before lohen releases the grasp around your neck. oxygen starts flowing in your system again as you immediately take a heavy inhale, making way to another kind of rush instead— in that brief moment, it felt like shockwaves of pleasure reverberated throughout your body with tenfold vigor. you let out a broken whimper, eyes rolling back as your limbs tremble.
“do you like this?” the words were less of a question, and more of a statement— with the slightest hint of mockery slipping through; lohen watches the slightest shift in your facial muscles with an utterly licentious expression, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. beads of sweat have formed on his skin, glistening from the rigorous activity the two of you have been and is still engaging in. the dull teal strands clings to his face and frames it in a way that made him all the more sexier, if that was even possible.
of course you do. why else would you like lohen so much? because he's a freak. and you're just as much of a freak. but he didn't even give you any chance to answer, because the next moment you feel his fingers tighten again.
he didn't need to hear it anyways; the way your cunt clench around him so much more vehemently is a telltale sign. or how the tears prickling in the corner of your eyes finally trickles down those flushed cheeks. archons, you're just too adorable. all pretty and compliant for him. there's a hundred other things he wants to do to you, but thankfully he's nice enough to remind himself not to go overboard. maybe next time.
“ah…hahh— lohen..! ‘m so close,” you stammer out between pants, feeling the heat in your stomach crawl higher and higher.
“are you…?” lohen rasps, his own voice breathy. the next thing you know, his hand has drifted back down and is now rubbing circles to your swollen clit instead. this earns him a wail from you, who clutches his body closer than it already is.
your cries are swallowed down when he connects your mouths; a messy, perverfid kiss of clashing teeth and tongues. “mnhh.. i’m close too, bunny. let…— let me cum inside you… pretty please?” he murmurs against your swollen lips.
you probably should think it through; even if he was supposedly “fictional”, who knows what risk it might still pose? except your mind is anything but clear right now, teetering on the brink of release and too desperate to think of all the potential consequences.
and so you nod, which he lets out a pleased noise in return. then lohen mutters a “love you,” followed by your name, the words catching you off guard yet making you fold even more. “all mine. only i get to make you feel like this... right, sweetheart?”
“y-yes… only you… love you, lohen, i love you… hahh—” and then the taut coil in your stomach finally snaps, your spine arching off the mattress as you cry out from the crashing waves of ecstasy.
lohen grunts out when he feels your cunt convulse around him; and with one last, strong thrust, he buries himself to the hilt and releases inside you. the flooding warmth drives you further into a haze, and you can just imagine the white it paints across your walls.
amidst your panting and blurry vision, your exhausted mind can barely make out lohen's movements; he was heaving as well, grabbing your trembling thighs with a gentler hold then places it down.
the last thing you remember is his face— a sated smile that is also much softer than the previous ones— closing in, kissing you tenderly whilst his arms pulls your body into his warmth.
when you open your bleary eyes, the first thing you notice is the folded arms that has been serving as a makeshift pillow while you slumbered. yes, you were back sitting by your desk again. time has passed to dawn outside; the sun not completely rising yet, but enough to turn the sky behind the curtains a vibrant azure color.
so it really was a dream after all.
that thought was followed by a scoff directed towards yourself— of course it’s just a dream. do you think your favorite character would actually just manifest from the fictional realm to your world like that? that stuff only happens in fan fictions, idiot.
you look down, body fully clothed again— although a little disheveled— unlike the pornographic scenario in your dreams. there’s a pool of wetness between your legs, and soreness all over your muscles (also an odd sensation of… fullness). but you just blame it on the uncomfortable position you’ve been sleeping in, as well as the very erotic imagination your tired mind decided to pamper you with.
turning your gaze upwards again, you finally notice the bright screen of your computer. it was still left open on genshin, right where you had left it with lohen’s npc figure shown in the camera “shit, i forgot to turn it off.” you mutter to yourself, silently hoping that all those hours of running the game won’t break your device from overworking.
you hands move to meddle with it, about to close the game— but just before that, you notice something strange: you could’ve sworn a smirk appeared on lohen’s face, and he gave you a wink that was as fleeting as it came.
winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky
winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you
winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠
winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes
winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans
winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project
winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy
winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him
winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself
winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation
winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast
winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?
winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why
winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips
winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”
winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises
winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?
winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time
⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!
ohh hes so himbo my big handsome husband varka you will be mine
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varka is a man with many titles to his name.
the grand master of the knights of favonius, the knight of boreas, and so on; all of them titles every knight could only dream of achieving. but if one were to ask varka which he finds the most pride in, his answer is sure to leave them in disbelief.
"(name)'s husband, of course!" varka always answers with a big grin followed by a joyful laugh, as if there was no other answer that could compare.
by varka's own admission, he is first and foremost your beloved husband. secondly, he is your personal heater and life-sized pillow. lastly, he is the grand master of the knights of favonius, and he takes great pride in all three. if he could, he would wear a big sign announcing to the world that he was your husband, but after some convincing (namely you telling him"think about the practicality of it"), he settled for the golden band that adorns his ring finger.
in fact, some citizens of mondstadt had taken to referring to him as "(name)'s husband", having become synonymous with his title of grand master, all thanks to his insistence on introducing himself as such.
no matter how many times you tell him"varka, you can't keep introducing yourself as my husband to strangers!", he never takes your reprimands seriously, choosing instead to silence your complaints with a deep kiss that never fails to make you dizzy, emptying your mind and filling it with the thought of his lips on yours.
varka just loves you so much he wants everyone to know, is that such a crime?
