summary: determined to get revenge, you spend the entire day teasing lohen at every opportunity. by the time evening rolls around, you're convinced you've won.
unfortunately, you’re very wrong.
tags: lohen is down bad, teasing/bullying lohen, mentioned somnophilia, vaginal sex
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very important note at the end of the fic (i just need opinions).
You'd known for a long time that Lohen deserved a taste of his own medicine. But after everything that had happened recently, you were more convinced than ever that it was finally time to give it to him.
It wasn't even dawn yet when you woke up. After spending the entire night planning your little revenge — and psyching yourself up for it — you slipped on nothing but your coat and made your way toward Lohen's tent.
You could feel the anger flaring back to life inside you, tangled with an equally intoxicating excitement. More than anything else in the world, you needed to put Lohen back in his place.
Lohen was, quite simply, an absolute brat — and sure, he was only a little younger than you, but that only made the fact that someone needed to straighten him out even more obvious.
Unfortunately, that responsibility had somehow fallen to you. And the fact that even Varka had failed to manage it after all these years was… slightly concerning.
Still, someone had to do it eventually, right?
You bit your lip, making sure no one was in your path. In your excitement, you hadn’t even bothered putting on shoes, but thankfully, it wasn’t far. After barely a minute of quiet running, you reached your destination and took a deep breath, curling your fingers around the entrance flap.
Lohen’s ears perked up automatically in his sleep the moment he heard your footsteps. Out of pure instinct, his hand slipped beneath the pillow to curl around the handle of his knife, though the rest of his body remained completely relaxed, his mind still caught in the haze of light sleep.
After all, it was only you.
He pushed himself up lazily onto his elbows, a smile already beginning to curl across his lips — only for you to suddenly throw yourself straight at him.
You crushed his hips and chest beneath your full weight and slammed your mouth against his, one hand gripping his waist while the other tangled roughly in his hair.
Lohen swallowed hard in surprise, his hands flying to your hips as you began shamelessly grinding against him. He tried to pull away for barely a second, but you refused to let him, forcing your tongue past his lips and dragging him closer with a firm grip. Lohen whimpered.
Through the thin fabric of his blanket, you felt something hard pressing into your thigh, and a pleased smile tugged at your lips as you bit down on his lower lip.
Then you slipped one hand beneath his shirt and squeezed him exactly where the bruises from his last fight still lingered.
You pulled away, and Lohen let out a pathetic little whine, a thin strand of your shared saliva trailing down his chin. You couldn’t stop yourself from giggling softly as you took him in properly.
His eyes were still heavy with sleep, hazy now with sudden desire. His skin was flushed, his expression openly needy, his hair a complete mess, and his swollen lips remained slightly parted, as though already waiting for more.
Lohen truly hadn’t been joking when he said you affected him like a drug. Or perhaps it was simply the shock of being caught off guard so soon after waking — but either way, he already looked so miserably desperate for you.
Licking your lips, you brushed them tenderly against his before lowering your mouth to his neck, slowly licking and lavishing attention over his skin.
Lohen’s trembling hands tightened beneath your ribs as though he had been rendered completely helpless, and that was what surprised you most.
You had slept together in the mornings countless times — right after waking, sometimes even while one of you was still half-asleep — but Lohen had always been the one to initiate it.
You never would have imagined he could become so… sensitive. So sweet. Almost vulnerable.
“Did you have a wet dream about me tonight, nightingale?” he asked, tilting his head back to give you better access. You chuckled against him, and he let out a soft gasp at the vibrations against his damp skin. “Or did you just wake up very hungry?”
Your hand slid lower, closing around the bulge beneath the blanket. Lohen immediately straightened, and for a split second, you could have sworn he was about to cover his mouth with his hand. Instead, he bit down on his tongue — something you failed to notice — and managed to smother the moan threatening to tear itself from his throat.
“You were the first thing I thought about when I woke up,” you murmured, and you could have sworn you felt Lohen’s skin grow warmer beneath your touch, his cock twitching under your thigh. “And I just couldn’t resist.”
You expected Lohen to bite back with some smart remark.
And yet, he stayed quiet, listening to you with his ears perked up as though he were waiting for you to praise him again.
Fuck. You really had him wrapped around your finger.
(In truth, Lohen had been wrapped around your finger for a very long time already. If you told him to kneel, he would fall at your feet. If you told him to eat from your hand, he would never dare bite you. If you asked him to die for you, he would guide your knife straight into his own heart.
But of course, you knew none of that, convincing yourself that his attachment to you existed only because your relationship was built on spending hours fucking each other.)
You continued teasing his neck, sucking and lavishing attention over the sensitive skin. Lohen was just beginning to slide one hand toward your underwear when, without warning, you abruptly tore yourself away from him.
“Oh, fuck.” You bit your lip, adjusting the coat around your shoulders and tugging its tails forward to cover your body. “I completely forgot I was supposed to check on Gunther at dawn. I have to go, Lohen.”
You were already starting to get up when he immediately caught your wrist.
In one swift motion, you crushed your lips against his again, bracing your hands on his shoulders as you kissed him with more passion — more desperate eagerness— than ever before. It was so intense that Lohen’s head began to spin, and the moment you pulled away, he whimpered heavily.
You smiled sweetly and pressed one last quick kiss to his lips.
Of course, that had been a lie. Gunther wasn’t waiting for you at all.
That was the entire point of your plan to humiliate Lohen — to torment him for the whole fucking day.
So, three hours later, once the rest of the camp was finally awake, you ambushed him for the second time during his morning patrol. You pinned him against a tree without warning, immediately burying yourself against his neck as you pressed one knee between his legs.
Of all the places you could have chosen, this was easily the riskiest one you had ever found yourselves in during a moment like this. The chances of someone catching you were painfully high.
Lohen swallowed, resting his hands on your hips. You didn’t even wait and put your hand on his crotch. You frowned, as you stroked his already swollen erection through his trousers. You couldn’t help the wicked smile tugging at your lips.
“...I barely even touched you,” you giggled. “You didn’t jerk off after I left?”
Lohen snorted, shaking his head.
“Aww, you’re really bold today, aren’t you?” he asked, amusement coloring his voice as his eyes widened with excitement and arousal.
“If you can’t answer my question like a man, then shut the fuck up, Lohen,” you said bluntly, pressing a kiss to his jaw as your hand continued stroking his cock.
Lohen actually went quiet.
You couldn’t stop a wicked smile from spreading across your face. No wonder Lohen enjoyed tormenting you so much. Fuck, this was unbelievably satisfying, and had it not been for—
“Our dear ‘nightingale,’ or whatever Lohen calls you, we could really use your help right now!” Illuga shouted, making you instinctively jump away from Lohen.
You barely managed to hold back a snort. Bringing Illuga in on the plan had truly been a brilliant idea.
“Celestia really don’t us to fuck, huh?” Lohen giggled.
“Oh? But you know that I have to do—”
And then you left. Again.
… and then you spent the rest of the day repeating the same trick, only much more subtly this time.
At one point, you caught his eye from across the camp, slowly dragging your gaze down the length of his body before giving him a suggestive little signal and heading toward one of your usual meeting spots.
Like a loyal dog, he immediately abandoned whatever he had been doing and followed after you — only to arrive and discover that you weren’t there.
Later, he found you himself. He even managed to drag you back toward his tent, and on the way there, you made sure to sweeten him up with things like—
“I-I don’t think I can stay quiet, Lohen.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep your mouth busy,” he replied, grinning.
Though he sounded slightly caught off guard by the praise. You always acted as though you would rather die than compliment his skills in bed, but he dismissed it as nothing more than your nerves over someone overhearing you.
A moment later, he reached for his belt, unfastening it to finally free the cock he'd been forced to neglect for hours.
“...If I don’t fuck you right now, I’m going to kill someb—”
“Is that rascal hiding again?”
Apparently, Varka had to die. For the greater good.
The next moment you managed to catch Lohen was by the armory, just as he was finishing sharpening his spear. This time, you didn’t throw yourself at him. Instead, you sat down across from him, pulled out your own dagger, and began sharpening it as well.
Lohen glanced at you and took it as a silent invitation. The only problem was that it was one he couldn’t possibly accept right now.
“You know, I’m leaving in—”
You guided the dagger toward the opening in your lower garments, then sliced through your underwear so you could pull it free with one swift motion.
Afterward, you stood, completely ignoring the stunned expression of your only audience. You leaned over Lohen and tucked your panties into the breast pocket of his uniform.
“I’ll be waiting in my tent without these when you get back from your mission.”
You heard Lohen swallow. Brushing your lips against his ear, you giggled softly. “So bring them back to me, okay?”
Then you drew away, gave the flushed knight one last fleeting look, and walked off with a satisfied spring in your step.
… and, of course, the part about waiting for him was an awful lie.
The only thing waiting inside your tent would be a sweet little note explaining that you had been summoned back to Nasha Town by the Starshyna — which, for once, was actually true.
And at the very bottom, a postscript revealing that every single thing you had done that day had been carefully planned for the sole purpose of getting revenge on him.
That evening, once the camp had nearly emptied and only those assigned to guard it remained, you stood cheerfully at your desk, tidying the mess that had accumulated throughout the day.
You had actually won — Lohen had finally gotten a taste of his own medicine. A triumphant symphony played inside your head, and the smile refused to leave your face as you savored the thought of finally putting that brat in his place.
At last, he would learn what it felt like to be teased—
A strong arm suddenly wrapped around your neck, a hand clamping firmly over your mouth as the cold edge of a blade pressed against your throat. Your eyes widened, and just as you were about to defend yourself, realization struck — you knew that touch and that scent.
For fuck’s sake. He wasn’t supposed to be back until the middle of the goddamn night, so why—
“Did you have fun?” he murmured, pressing the knife more firmly against your skin as his lips brushed teasingly against your ear. “Edging me all day… No. Driving me completely fucking insane?”
Oh, fuck. Just fucking great. He knew.
Lohen laughed when he felt you trembling beneath him. Then he tucked his knife away and removed his hand from your mouth, swiftly catching both of your wrists and pinning you against the desk. He pressed himself against your back, resting his head on your shoulder.
And, oh — you could feel against your ass that he was already hard. Whatever he had done to get out of that mission early, he must have had a really fucking convincing reason.
“You know, nightingale,” he murmured, lazily brushing his lips against your neck, each touch slow and deceptively gentle. “If you were that angry with me, you could’ve just said so. All of this felt more like a mating call, honestly.”
Under normal circumstances, you would have burst out laughing. Right now, however, you were far more concerned about how completely brainless you would be by the time Lohen was finished fucking you against this desk.
Your cunt throbbed with need because, whatever else might be true…
… you were just as frustrated and sexually wound up after an entire day of heated provocation.
Lohen released one of your wrists, and you swallowed hard before reaching for his hand, but there was no chance of slowing him down now. He slipped his hand beneath the waistband of your clothes, and you moaned as his cold palm met your bare, heated skin.
“You fucker—you knew you fucking deserved it—oh!”
His fingers brushed over your soaked folds, and Lohen’s quiet laughter vibrated against the back of your neck, realizing that you didn't put new panties on you.
“Hey, I’m not saying you didn’t have every right to do it,” he murmured, dragging his fingers slowly along your slick heat. You gasped and tilted your head back, giving him room to press a tender kiss to your neck. “I just want to finish what we started earlier, all right?”
“I was an asshole to you. I’ll admit that.” His lips curled against your skin. “And… getting a taste of my own medicine made me realize I need to be even worse to you.”
“I want you just as insane for me as I am for you.”
You didn’t even get the chance to answer before Lohen pulled his hand away. He freed his cock, shoved the fabric aside, and pressed himself against your drenched entrance — pausing for the smallest moment, only teasing, long enough for you to push back against him in permission.
But you didn’t, so he thrust into your wet, fluttering cunt in one smooth motion, you moaned loudly, clenching around him at once.
Lohen fucked you at a relentless pace, refusing to give you even a second to process what he had truly meant. He gasped against your shoulder, covering it with kisses, secretly grateful that you couldn’t see the expression on his face.
His eyes were squeezed shut, as though he were terrified he would somehow find rejection written across your features — even though there was no possible way for him to see you from this position. His cheeks burned, painfully reminding him just how deeply he had already drowned in all those feelings he refused to confess. His lips were practically trembling, silently begging to feel yours against them again, just as he had that morning.
You had no idea how thoroughly you had ruined him earlier in the morning.
The moment you left, he had collapsed helplessly back against the pillows. His heart had been beating completely out of control, his head spinning, his cheeks so unbearably hot that he’d had to press cryo-coated hands against them just to calm himself down.
Whatever you were doing to his body and mind felt brutally similar to the rush of adrenaline that consumed him whenever he indulged his bloodlust. He might have called the sensations nearly identical—
if not for the fact that whatever he felt around you was so much better.
“...I barely even touched you,” you giggled. “You didn’t jerk off after I left?”
“Aww, you’re really bold today, aren’t you?”
“If you can’t answer my question like a man, then shut the fuck up, Lohen.”
No. I didn’t jerk off. But I spent the next few hours thinking about you anyway, already fucking missing you in the most miserable way. But you’re right. I can’t answer your question like a man when being around you makes me feel like some pathetic teenager. For now, though, I can at least fuck you like a man, can’t I?
Lohen seized your wrists, pulling them back so sharply that your body arched beneath him. You felt him sink even deeper, his relentless pace never faltering as both of you moaned far louder than you should have allowed yourselves to. Yet, for some reason, neither of you seemed to care anymore.
“Fuck, you feel—ngh, f-fuck… You really thought I was gonna l-leave you like this?” Lohen panted, driving himself into you hard. “Leave y-you, fuck, when you need me… need m-my cock the most?”
He released your wrists and pressed his entire body against yours, wrapping his arms tightly around you and refusing to let you brace yourself against the desk. He wanted you completely dependent on his hold. He wanted to keep you close, wanted you to understand that he would never let you fall.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and licking your skin, occasionally sucking it between his lips — but never hard enough to leave a mark. As badly as he wanted to, he also didn’t want you to use what he had just said against him and start ignoring him again.
Lohen’s pace grew messier, each thrust harder and less controlled than the last. He kept you pressed tightly against him, forcing you to take everything he gave you while his ragged breaths burned against your neck.
“Say it,” he said between groans, his voice cracked. “Say… say that you need me.”
You tried to answer, you tried to say to him to fuck off, but all that escaped you was another helpless moan, as he keep pounding all he could into you. Turning rougher and even more uneven, he buried himself inside you as deep as it's possible and stopped moving.
You blinked slowly, panting, as your cunt throbbed, begging for more.
“Lohen, I… n-need to, fucking… cum, please,” you almost cried. “P-please… I…”
He didn’t move for an inch, kissing you lazily around your neck. You tried to move against him, desperate to make him continue, but his arms only tightened around you, keeping you exactly where he wanted you to be.
“F-fuck! O-okay, I need y-your cock, I n-need… you, I need you, Lohen—”
His eyes darkened with satisfaction, his mouth shaped into a grin, when without another warning, he resumed his brutal pace, holding you securely against his chest as your legs threatened to give out beneath you.
Even if you didn’t truly need him, he would make damn sure you did.
You barely managed to curse at him before the tension inside you finally snapped. Your body clenched around him, while Lohen moaned pathetically, his arms remained locked around your body. Forcing you to endure the last shudders that ran through him, as he followed soon after, pinning you to the deck.
Cum fulfilled you, making you almost cry for pleasure, while Lohen gently stroked your body with his hands, trying to reassure you during your intense orgasm. You felt small against him, he could not stop thinking how badly he preferred to have you like this in his bed now, hugging you tightly, so you can feel safe in his arms.
But he had to play along if he wanted to keep you from leaving too soon.
“There,” he murmured, the corner of his mouth lifting. “Feel better now?”
You rolled your eyes, but you could not stop a giggle escaping from your mouth.
“Yes. I always feel better with you.” you teased, playfully. “If you weren’t such an asshole, I would even say ‘the best’”.
You felt him hardening in you again, which made Lohen embarrassingly hide in your neck, pretending that nothing is happening.
“Looks like you now need me, huh, Lohen?”
please be honest with me. are my smuts starting to feel repetitive or formulaic? if yes, i think I'm going to take a break from writing a nightingale caught by a hare for now and try some new ideas that fit the kinds of kinks I actually want to write.
