I’m a suffering university student. My hobbies include writing (duh), binge watching my favorite shows and movies, learning about the lore of the video games I play, and crocheting.
My favorite anime/manga: One piece, Dr. STONE and Soul eater.
My favorite games: Elden Ring, Red Dead Redemption II, Hades, Dead by daylight
── .✦ What goes around comes around, right? You decided to please Lohen this time.
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, power exchange, light bondage, both you and Lohen are switches(I guess?), teasing/taunting, oral sex, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: I didn’t think the last part would be liked so much wow, I have a few more ideas and stuff planned out for Lohen so expect some new stuff. I have one almost complete.
pt I
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The evening had started with nothing more than easy conversation, the kind that always seemed to spark something dangerous between you two it seemed.
“Do you have any ideas on what you want to try next?”
You’d slipped into Lohen’s quarters after the day’s duties, the heavy door clicking shut behind you with quiet promise. The room was as familiar as it was a place that reminded you of intimate moments. Lohen lounged in that very chair by the small table, boots kicked aside, his black poet shirt’s neckline was loose. Letting you get a peek at his skin and collarbones. His hair was still damp from the rain, and those eyes lifted to meet your gaze. He shot you a cocky smirk as he set down the dagger he’d been sharpening.
“Couldn’t stay away, hm? Miss me?”His voice has a teasing drawl, full of amusement. The right side of his face caught the lantern light.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you crossed the room with confident steps, a coil of soft but sturdy rope you had quietly borrowed from his own meticulously organized gear earlier was hidden behind your back. Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, settling your weight against him. His hands came up instinctively, strong fingers gripping your hips with that familiar pressure.
You caught his wrists before he could pull you closer, guiding his arms firmly behind the chair. And you are pretty sure he let you. Almost like he already has a rough idea of what you mean to do. The rope brushed against his skin as you looped it around his wrists and secured them to the wooden slats of the backrest. You took your time, making sure the knots were secure, remembering every careful instruction he’d given you on proper restraint.
“Pay attention, too loose and they slip free. Too tight and you lose the fun of watching them struggle and squirm.”
After making sure they weren’t too tight you leaned back. His arms flexed experimentally, testing your bindings, powerful muscles shifting under pale skin, but the bindings held.
“Not bad,” he murmured, red eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he looked up at you. “Knots are clean, tension’s even… You actually listened to me. Most people go too tight and cut off circulation, or too loose and it’s pointless.”
“Bold move, tying up a Knight like me. You sure you can handle what happens when I get free?”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against the sharp line of his jaw, then nipping lightly at his earlobe. “Safe word’s still ‘door.’”
His chuckle was low and rough, vibrating through his chest into your body where you sat pressed against him. “Understood. Now… what exactly do you plan to do with me all tied up and helpless?” The word “helpless” dripped with sarcasm, he was anything but, even bound.
You answered by rolling your hips slowly against his, grinding down in a deliberate circle. The friction through your clothes was maddening, his growing hardness pressing right where you needed it. A soft gasp escaped you, but you kept the pace torturously slow, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. The idea of seeing him cum his brains out motivating you, huh, perhaps that’s what he thinks as-well.
Lohen’s breath hitched. “Fuck… that’s how you want to play?” His hips twitched upward instinctively, seeking more pressure, but the angle and bindings limited him. “Grinding on me like a needy little thing before you’ve even properly started. Keep that up and I might not last long enough for whatever else you have planned.”
You smiled against his neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there while your hips continued their lazy, rolling grind. The heat between you built steadily. You could feel him hardening fully beneath you, thick and insistent. One of your hands slid down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle through his shirt, while the other tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back.
Just for a moment, you consider taking his straining cock out of his pants and sinking down onto it.
You rocked harder, pressing your core firmly against his clothed cock, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you both.
He groaned, deep and guttural, arms straining visibly against the rope. The chair creaked again. “You’re evil. Is this a secret side or am I rubbing off on you?” Despite the words, his voice was thick with arousal, hips jerking up to meet your movements as best he could.
“Grind a little harder, would you? Yeah, just like that. Gods, you feel good. Keep teasing and I’ll make sure you regret it when these ropes come off.”
The threat sent a thrill through you. You kissed him filthy, all tongue and teeth while your hips moved faster, chasing the building friction. His tunic rode up and you slipped a hand underneath to feel the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen, nails dragging lightly. Lohen kissed back with hungry intensity, nipping at your lip, but the restraints kept him from taking over like he clearly wanted to.
You broke the kiss and burried your face in his neck. A free hand coming up to fondle with the strings of the neckline of his shirt, loosening them. Your lips brushed over his collarbones before you sank your teeth into his skin.
Lohen’s breath hitched sharply, a low growl rumbling up from his chest.
“Greedy tonight, hm? Careful with those teeth. I bite back.”
After several long, torturous minutes of this, your breaths mingling, bodies rocking together in a heated rhythm that left you both aching, you finally slid off his lap. Your legs felt a little shaky, core throbbing with need, but the sight of him flushed, hard, breathing heavily with his arms bound behind him was worth it.
Dropping to your knees between his spread thighs, you freed his cock from his pants. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the head already slick. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave one slow, firm stroke.
Lohen’s head fell back slightly, a low moan escaping him. “Finally. Put that pretty mouth to work before I—”
You cut him off by leaning in and dragging your tongue slowly from base to tip, swirling around the sensitive head before taking him into your mouth. No rush. You savored him hot, heavy, the faint salty taste on your tongue. Your head bobbed with long, luxurious strokes, tongue pressing flat along the underside while one hand pumped what you couldn’t swallow.
“Shit, yes.” he groaned, thighs tensing around you. The ropes pulled taut as he strained. “Deeper. You can take more than that. I know you can.”
You obliged, relaxing your throat and sinking down until your nose brushed his skin. Holding there, swallowing around him, before pulling back with a gasp and diving in again.
Bringing him right to the edge with fast, tight suction and swirling tongue, only to pull back and tease with kitten licks along his shaft or gentle sucks on the head. Your free hand massaged his balls, rolling them, tugging lightly. The other stroked in perfect rhythm with your mouth.
Lohen deliberately pushed his hips upward, driving his cock further into your mouth and throat with a controlled thrust. The sudden move made your eyes water slightly, but the cocky little “Hah” that escaped him, something between a groan and a laugh sent heat flooding through you.
“Too much for you?” he taunted, voice rough and breathless, that smirk audible even now. He did it again, a shallow but deliberate push, testing your limits while bound. “Come on… you started this. Take it like a good girl.”
The challenge only fueled you. You doubled down, taking him even deeper in response, humming vibrations straight through his length while your hand twisted around the base. One hand worked in perfect sync with your mouth. His hips twitched again, but you held control, pulling back just enough to deny him at the peak before diving back in.
Lohen was a masterpiece of restrained power muscles flexing, chest heaving, steel-gray hair damp at the temples. “You’re killing me,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Merciless little tease. When I get out of this, I’m going to bend you over and…fuck, make you scream my name for hours.”
His threats only spurred you on. You worked him relentlessly, fast and sloppy, then slow and torturous, using every trick until he was trembling.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as thick, hot pulses filled your mouth. You swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks with slow, gentle sucks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
You pulled off carefully, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before tucking him away. Climbing back into his lap, you cupped his flushed face and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste.
Lohen sagged against the bindings for a long moment, breathing hard, but that cocky, victorious smirk was already returning. His red eyes burned into yours with renewed hunger.
“Untie me,” he rasped against your lips, nipping possessively. “My turn. And trust me… I’ve got lots of ideas on how to repay you for this.”
── .✦ What goes around comes around, right? You decided to please Lohen this time.
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, power exchange, light bondage, both you and Lohen are switches(I guess?), teasing/taunting, oral sex, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: I didn’t think the last part would be liked so much wow, I have a few more ideas and stuff planned out for Lohen so expect some new stuff. I have one almost complete.
pt I
────୨ৎ────
The evening had started with nothing more than easy conversation, the kind that always seemed to spark something dangerous between you two it seemed.
“Do you have any ideas on what you want to try next?”
You’d slipped into Lohen’s quarters after the day’s duties, the heavy door clicking shut behind you with quiet promise. The room was as familiar as it was a place that reminded you of intimate moments. Lohen lounged in that very chair by the small table, boots kicked aside, his black poet shirt’s neckline was loose. Letting you get a peek at his skin and collarbones. His hair was still damp from the rain, and those eyes lifted to meet your gaze. He shot you a cocky smirk as he set down the dagger he’d been sharpening.
“Couldn’t stay away, hm? Miss me?”His voice has a teasing drawl, full of amusement. The right side of his face caught the lantern light.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you crossed the room with confident steps, a coil of soft but sturdy rope you had quietly borrowed from his own meticulously organized gear earlier was hidden behind your back. Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, settling your weight against him. His hands came up instinctively, strong fingers gripping your hips with that familiar pressure.
You caught his wrists before he could pull you closer, guiding his arms firmly behind the chair. And you are pretty sure he let you. Almost like he already has a rough idea of what you mean to do. The rope brushed against his skin as you looped it around his wrists and secured them to the wooden slats of the backrest. You took your time, making sure the knots were secure, remembering every careful instruction he’d given you on proper restraint.
“Pay attention, too loose and they slip free. Too tight and you lose the fun of watching them struggle and squirm.”
After making sure they weren’t too tight you leaned back. His arms flexed experimentally, testing your bindings, powerful muscles shifting under pale skin, but the bindings held.
“Not bad,” he murmured, red eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he looked up at you. “Knots are clean, tension’s even… You actually listened to me. Most people go too tight and cut off circulation, or too loose and it’s pointless.”
“Bold move, tying up a Knight like me. You sure you can handle what happens when I get free?”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against the sharp line of his jaw, then nipping lightly at his earlobe. “Safe word’s still ‘door.’”
His chuckle was low and rough, vibrating through his chest into your body where you sat pressed against him. “Understood. Now… what exactly do you plan to do with me all tied up and helpless?” The word “helpless” dripped with sarcasm, he was anything but, even bound.
You answered by rolling your hips slowly against his, grinding down in a deliberate circle. The friction through your clothes was maddening, his growing hardness pressing right where you needed it. A soft gasp escaped you, but you kept the pace torturously slow, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. The idea of seeing him cum his brains out motivating you, huh, perhaps that’s what he thinks as-well.
Lohen’s breath hitched. “Fuck… that’s how you want to play?” His hips twitched upward instinctively, seeking more pressure, but the angle and bindings limited him. “Grinding on me like a needy little thing before you’ve even properly started. Keep that up and I might not last long enough for whatever else you have planned.”
You smiled against his neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there while your hips continued their lazy, rolling grind. The heat between you built steadily. You could feel him hardening fully beneath you, thick and insistent. One of your hands slid down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle through his shirt, while the other tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back.
Just for a moment, you consider taking his straining cock out of his pants and sinking down onto it.
You rocked harder, pressing your core firmly against his clothed cock, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you both.
He groaned, deep and guttural, arms straining visibly against the rope. The chair creaked again. “You’re evil. Is this a secret side or am I rubbing off on you?” Despite the words, his voice was thick with arousal, hips jerking up to meet your movements as best he could.
“Grind a little harder, would you? Yeah, just like that. Gods, you feel good. Keep teasing and I’ll make sure you regret it when these ropes come off.”
The threat sent a thrill through you. You kissed him filthy, all tongue and teeth while your hips moved faster, chasing the building friction. His tunic rode up and you slipped a hand underneath to feel the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen, nails dragging lightly. Lohen kissed back with hungry intensity, nipping at your lip, but the restraints kept him from taking over like he clearly wanted to.
You broke the kiss and burried your face in his neck. A free hand coming up to fondle with the strings of the neckline of his shirt, loosening them. Your lips brushed over his collarbones before you sank your teeth into his skin.
Lohen’s breath hitched sharply, a low growl rumbling up from his chest.
“Greedy tonight, hm? Careful with those teeth. I bite back.”
After several long, torturous minutes of this, your breaths mingling, bodies rocking together in a heated rhythm that left you both aching, you finally slid off his lap. Your legs felt a little shaky, core throbbing with need, but the sight of him flushed, hard, breathing heavily with his arms bound behind him was worth it.
Dropping to your knees between his spread thighs, you freed his cock from his pants. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the head already slick. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave one slow, firm stroke.
Lohen’s head fell back slightly, a low moan escaping him. “Finally. Put that pretty mouth to work before I—”
You cut him off by leaning in and dragging your tongue slowly from base to tip, swirling around the sensitive head before taking him into your mouth. No rush. You savored him hot, heavy, the faint salty taste on your tongue. Your head bobbed with long, luxurious strokes, tongue pressing flat along the underside while one hand pumped what you couldn’t swallow.
“Shit, yes.” he groaned, thighs tensing around you. The ropes pulled taut as he strained. “Deeper. You can take more than that. I know you can.”
You obliged, relaxing your throat and sinking down until your nose brushed his skin. Holding there, swallowing around him, before pulling back with a gasp and diving in again.
Bringing him right to the edge with fast, tight suction and swirling tongue, only to pull back and tease with kitten licks along his shaft or gentle sucks on the head. Your free hand massaged his balls, rolling them, tugging lightly. The other stroked in perfect rhythm with your mouth.
Lohen deliberately pushed his hips upward, driving his cock further into your mouth and throat with a controlled thrust. The sudden move made your eyes water slightly, but the cocky little “Hah” that escaped him, something between a groan and a laugh sent heat flooding through you.
“Too much for you?” he taunted, voice rough and breathless, that smirk audible even now. He did it again, a shallow but deliberate push, testing your limits while bound. “Come on… you started this. Take it like a good girl.”
The challenge only fueled you. You doubled down, taking him even deeper in response, humming vibrations straight through his length while your hand twisted around the base. One hand worked in perfect sync with your mouth. His hips twitched again, but you held control, pulling back just enough to deny him at the peak before diving back in.
Lohen was a masterpiece of restrained power muscles flexing, chest heaving, steel-gray hair damp at the temples. “You’re killing me,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Merciless little tease. When I get out of this, I’m going to bend you over and…fuck, make you scream my name for hours.”
His threats only spurred you on. You worked him relentlessly, fast and sloppy, then slow and torturous, using every trick until he was trembling.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as thick, hot pulses filled your mouth. You swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks with slow, gentle sucks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
You pulled off carefully, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before tucking him away. Climbing back into his lap, you cupped his flushed face and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste.
Lohen sagged against the bindings for a long moment, breathing hard, but that cocky, victorious smirk was already returning. His red eyes burned into yours with renewed hunger.
“Untie me,” he rasped against your lips, nipping possessively. “My turn. And trust me… I’ve got lots of ideas on how to repay you for this.”
── .✦ What goes around comes around, right? You decided to please Lohen this time.
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, power exchange, light bondage, both you and Lohen are switches(I guess?), teasing/taunting, oral sex, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: I didn’t think the last part would be liked so much wow, I have a few more ideas and stuff planned out for Lohen so expect some new stuff. I have one almost complete.
pt I
────୨ৎ────
The evening had started with nothing more than easy conversation, the kind that always seemed to spark something dangerous between you two it seemed.
“Do you have any ideas on what you want to try next?”
You’d slipped into Lohen’s quarters after the day’s duties, the heavy door clicking shut behind you with quiet promise. The room was as familiar as it was a place that reminded you of intimate moments. Lohen lounged in that very chair by the small table, boots kicked aside, his black poet shirt’s neckline was loose. Letting you get a peek at his skin and collarbones. His hair was still damp from the rain, and those eyes lifted to meet your gaze. He shot you a cocky smirk as he set down the dagger he’d been sharpening.
“Couldn’t stay away, hm? Miss me?”His voice has a teasing drawl, full of amusement. The right side of his face caught the lantern light.
You didn’t answer with words. Instead, you crossed the room with confident steps, a coil of soft but sturdy rope you had quietly borrowed from his own meticulously organized gear earlier was hidden behind your back. Without hesitation, you straddled his lap, settling your weight against him. His hands came up instinctively, strong fingers gripping your hips with that familiar pressure.
You caught his wrists before he could pull you closer, guiding his arms firmly behind the chair. And you are pretty sure he let you. Almost like he already has a rough idea of what you mean to do. The rope brushed against his skin as you looped it around his wrists and secured them to the wooden slats of the backrest. You took your time, making sure the knots were secure, remembering every careful instruction he’d given you on proper restraint.
“Pay attention, too loose and they slip free. Too tight and you lose the fun of watching them struggle and squirm.”
After making sure they weren’t too tight you leaned back. His arms flexed experimentally, testing your bindings, powerful muscles shifting under pale skin, but the bindings held.
“Not bad,” he murmured, red eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he looked up at you. “Knots are clean, tension’s even… You actually listened to me. Most people go too tight and cut off circulation, or too loose and it’s pointless.”
“Bold move, tying up a Knight like me. You sure you can handle what happens when I get free?”
You leaned in, brushing your lips against the sharp line of his jaw, then nipping lightly at his earlobe. “Safe word’s still ‘door.’”
His chuckle was low and rough, vibrating through his chest into your body where you sat pressed against him. “Understood. Now… what exactly do you plan to do with me all tied up and helpless?” The word “helpless” dripped with sarcasm, he was anything but, even bound.
You answered by rolling your hips slowly against his, grinding down in a deliberate circle. The friction through your clothes was maddening, his growing hardness pressing right where you needed it. A soft gasp escaped you, but you kept the pace torturously slow, hands braced on his shoulders for leverage. The idea of seeing him cum his brains out motivating you, huh, perhaps that’s what he thinks as-well.
Lohen’s breath hitched. “Fuck… that’s how you want to play?” His hips twitched upward instinctively, seeking more pressure, but the angle and bindings limited him. “Grinding on me like a needy little thing before you’ve even properly started. Keep that up and I might not last long enough for whatever else you have planned.”
You smiled against his neck, kissing and sucking lightly at the sensitive skin there while your hips continued their lazy, rolling grind. The heat between you built steadily. You could feel him hardening fully beneath you, thick and insistent. One of your hands slid down his chest, tracing the lines of muscle through his shirt, while the other tangled in his hair, tugging just enough to tilt his head back.
Just for a moment, you consider taking his straining cock out of his pants and sinking down onto it.
You rocked harder, pressing your core firmly against his clothed cock, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you both.
He groaned, deep and guttural, arms straining visibly against the rope. The chair creaked again. “You’re evil. Is this a secret side or am I rubbing off on you?” Despite the words, his voice was thick with arousal, hips jerking up to meet your movements as best he could.
“Grind a little harder, would you? Yeah, just like that. Gods, you feel good. Keep teasing and I’ll make sure you regret it when these ropes come off.”
The threat sent a thrill through you. You kissed him filthy, all tongue and teeth while your hips moved faster, chasing the building friction. His tunic rode up and you slipped a hand underneath to feel the warm, smooth skin of his abdomen, nails dragging lightly. Lohen kissed back with hungry intensity, nipping at your lip, but the restraints kept him from taking over like he clearly wanted to.
You broke the kiss and burried your face in his neck. A free hand coming up to fondle with the strings of the neckline of his shirt, loosening them. Your lips brushed over his collarbones before you sank your teeth into his skin.
Lohen’s breath hitched sharply, a low growl rumbling up from his chest.
“Greedy tonight, hm? Careful with those teeth. I bite back.”
After several long, torturous minutes of this, your breaths mingling, bodies rocking together in a heated rhythm that left you both aching, you finally slid off his lap. Your legs felt a little shaky, core throbbing with need, but the sight of him flushed, hard, breathing heavily with his arms bound behind him was worth it.
Dropping to your knees between his spread thighs, you freed his cock from his pants. It sprang up, thick and flushed, the head already slick. You wrapped your hand around the base and gave one slow, firm stroke.
Lohen’s head fell back slightly, a low moan escaping him. “Finally. Put that pretty mouth to work before I—”
You cut him off by leaning in and dragging your tongue slowly from base to tip, swirling around the sensitive head before taking him into your mouth. No rush. You savored him hot, heavy, the faint salty taste on your tongue. Your head bobbed with long, luxurious strokes, tongue pressing flat along the underside while one hand pumped what you couldn’t swallow.
“Shit, yes.” he groaned, thighs tensing around you. The ropes pulled taut as he strained. “Deeper. You can take more than that. I know you can.”
You obliged, relaxing your throat and sinking down until your nose brushed his skin. Holding there, swallowing around him, before pulling back with a gasp and diving in again.
Bringing him right to the edge with fast, tight suction and swirling tongue, only to pull back and tease with kitten licks along his shaft or gentle sucks on the head. Your free hand massaged his balls, rolling them, tugging lightly. The other stroked in perfect rhythm with your mouth.
Lohen deliberately pushed his hips upward, driving his cock further into your mouth and throat with a controlled thrust. The sudden move made your eyes water slightly, but the cocky little “Hah” that escaped him, something between a groan and a laugh sent heat flooding through you.
“Too much for you?” he taunted, voice rough and breathless, that smirk audible even now. He did it again, a shallow but deliberate push, testing your limits while bound. “Come on… you started this. Take it like a good girl.”
The challenge only fueled you. You doubled down, taking him even deeper in response, humming vibrations straight through his length while your hand twisted around the base. One hand worked in perfect sync with your mouth. His hips twitched again, but you held control, pulling back just enough to deny him at the peak before diving back in.
Lohen was a masterpiece of restrained power muscles flexing, chest heaving, steel-gray hair damp at the temples. “You’re killing me,” he panted, voice wrecked. “Merciless little tease. When I get out of this, I’m going to bend you over and…fuck, make you scream my name for hours.”
His threats only spurred you on. You worked him relentlessly, fast and sloppy, then slow and torturous, using every trick until he was trembling.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as thick, hot pulses filled your mouth. You swallowed every drop, milking him through the aftershocks with slow, gentle sucks until he was shuddering and oversensitive.
You pulled off carefully, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before tucking him away. Climbing back into his lap, you cupped his flushed face and kissed him deeply, sharing the taste.
Lohen sagged against the bindings for a long moment, breathing hard, but that cocky, victorious smirk was already returning. His red eyes burned into yours with renewed hunger.
“Untie me,” he rasped against your lips, nipping possessively. “My turn. And trust me… I’ve got lots of ideas on how to repay you for this.”
ᯓ★ warnings and contents: some nsfw stuff, small grammar mistakes,
ᯓ★ author’s note: Holy fuck this has been in my drafts for a while. And I just needed to proofread and check a few things.
▶︎ •၊၊||၊|။||||| 0:10
⋮ ⌗ ┆He’s awkward at romance, but sincere to the core. No grand speeches at first. Just things like;
“I had the kitchen make your favorite.”
“You looked tired, so I canceled your meetings.”
It’s practical and thoughtful.
⋮ ⌗ ┆There was a time when he first became fire lord where he was overthinking every single action because the world is in a sensitive spot. Zuko will spend three months debating if it’s "diplomatically appropriate" to ask you to tea. He writes drafts of letters that he ends up burning.
⋮ ⌗ ┆He’s the Fire Lord, so he’s busy, but he always finds a way to assign the "best" guards to you. If you’re traveling, he’ll personally check your carriage for safety. It’s his silent way of saying, I can’t lose you.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Took you to uncle Iroh’s tea shop for your first date. He had a small crisis when he asked you out because he hadn’t had a date properly planned, went through tens of possible places and ended up with a headache.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ More on the uncle Iroh effect. He makes tea. For everything. Sad? Tea. Angry? Tea. Tired? Tea.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Zuko is a "fixer." If you have a problem, he wants to solve it immediately. You often have to remind him,
"Zuko, I don't need a royal decree, I just need a hug."
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’ll take you to the secret gardens of the palace or the turtle-duck pond. He knows that the world is loud and demanding, so he provides a space where you can both just be you, not a Lord and a partner.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you’re anxious, he’ll guide you through firebending breathing exercises. Even if you aren’t a bender yourself. "In through the nose, out through the mouth. Control the heat." It’s incredibly soothing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’s very traditional about gifts. Remembers the gifts his mother received back in the day. Expect beautiful silks from other lands, hand-carved hairpins, and occasionally, rare items he found that reminded him of you (which are usually just cool rocks or dorky artifacts).
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’s an early riser. He’ll be up at dawn doing forms on the balcony, but he’ll always come back to bed for ten minutes just to press a kiss to your forehead before starting his official duties.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He hates the stuffiness of the palace sometimes. He’ll wake you up at midnight, throw a cloak over you, and sneak you out through routes you shouldn’t question too much just to go get street food in the lower city where no one recognizes him.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you have a hobby or a job, Zuko is your #1 supporter. He will fund your projects, attend your events, and brag about you to world leaders. "Have you seen what my partner achieved? It’s truly remarkable." He’s so proud it’s actually a little embarrassing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ When you hand him a gift, his first instinct is to ask, "What is this for?" He genuinely struggles to understand that he doesn't need to have a birthday or a holiday to deserve something.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He is terrified of breaking or losing anything you give him. If you give him a cape or a cloak for example, he’ll only wear it on "special occasions" because he doesn't want to ruin the thread. You have to constantly remind him, "Zuko, it’s meant to be used."
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If things get too heated during an argument, he’ll walk away. Not because he’s ignoring you, but because he’s terrified of saying something that he can't take back. He needs some time to breathe before he can come back and talk calmly.
゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆ NSFW
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’s a switch with a very strong dominant lean. Most nights he needs to be in charge, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other traces fingertips down your body. But on the rare days when the council meetings have drained him completely, he’ll let you push him down onto the silk sheets and ride him until he’s gasping your name.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Prefers positions where you can have eye contact. Zuko will tilt your chin up with two fingers, eyes locked on yours while he fucks you slow and deep. He needs to see every reaction, every flutter of pleasure, like he’s memorizing how to ruin you perfectly.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Everyone and their mother agrees that Zuko steams. I agree. It starts from his back and moves on to his arms and legs. Calms himself down when his skins gets too hot to the touch. His breath also gets warm. The point is, both of you will be drenched in sweat when you’re done.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Zuko spends hours mapping you with his hands and mouth. He’ll start at your ankles, kissing up your calves, lingering on the soft skin behind your knees, then higher, nipping at your inner thighs while murmuring, “Every inch of you… mine.” His hand traces your curves.
ᯓ★ warnings and contents: some nsfw stuff, small grammar mistakes,
ᯓ★ author’s note: Holy fuck this has been in my drafts for a while. And I just needed to proofread and check a few things.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆He’s awkward at romance, but sincere to the core. No grand speeches at first. Just things like;
“I had the kitchen make your favorite.”
“You looked tired, so I canceled your meetings.”
It’s practical and thoughtful.
⋮ ⌗ ┆There was a time when he first became fire lord where he was overthinking every single action because the world is in a sensitive spot. Zuko will spend three months debating if it’s "diplomatically appropriate" to ask you to tea. He writes drafts of letters that he ends up burning.
⋮ ⌗ ┆He’s the Fire Lord, so he’s busy, but he always finds a way to assign the "best" guards to you. If you’re traveling, he’ll personally check your carriage for safety. It’s his silent way of saying, I can’t lose you.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Took you to uncle Iroh’s tea shop for your first date. He had a small crisis when he asked you out because he hadn’t had a date properly planned, went through tens of possible places and ended up with a headache.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ More on the uncle Iroh effect. He makes tea. For everything. Sad? Tea. Angry? Tea. Tired? Tea.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Zuko is a "fixer." If you have a problem, he wants to solve it immediately. You often have to remind him,
"Zuko, I don't need a royal decree, I just need a hug."
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’ll take you to the secret gardens of the palace or the turtle-duck pond. He knows that the world is loud and demanding, so he provides a space where you can both just be you, not a Lord and a partner.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you’re anxious, he’ll guide you through firebending breathing exercises. Even if you aren’t a bender yourself. "In through the nose, out through the mouth. Control the heat." It’s incredibly soothing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’s very traditional about gifts. Remembers the gifts his mother received back in the day. Expect beautiful silks from other lands, hand-carved hairpins, and occasionally, rare items he found that reminded him of you (which are usually just cool rocks or dorky artifacts).
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’s an early riser. He’ll be up at dawn doing forms on the balcony, but he’ll always come back to bed for ten minutes just to press a kiss to your forehead before starting his official duties.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He hates the stuffiness of the palace sometimes. He’ll wake you up at midnight, throw a cloak over you, and sneak you out through routes you shouldn’t question too much just to go get street food in the lower city where no one recognizes him.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If you have a hobby or a job, Zuko is your #1 supporter. He will fund your projects, attend your events, and brag about you to world leaders. "Have you seen what my partner achieved? It’s truly remarkable." He’s so proud it’s actually a little embarrassing.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ When you hand him a gift, his first instinct is to ask, "What is this for?" He genuinely struggles to understand that he doesn't need to have a birthday or a holiday to deserve something.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ He is terrified of breaking or losing anything you give him. If you give him a cape or a cloak for example, he’ll only wear it on "special occasions" because he doesn't want to ruin the thread. You have to constantly remind him, "Zuko, it’s meant to be used."
⋮ ⌗ ┆ If things get too heated during an argument, he’ll walk away. Not because he’s ignoring you, but because he’s terrified of saying something that he can't take back. He needs some time to breathe before he can come back and talk calmly.
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⋮ ⌗ ┆ He’s a switch with a very strong dominant lean. Most nights he needs to be in charge, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand while the other traces fingertips down your body. But on the rare days when the council meetings have drained him completely, he’ll let you push him down onto the silk sheets and ride him until he’s gasping your name.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Prefers positions where you can have eye contact. Zuko will tilt your chin up with two fingers, eyes locked on yours while he fucks you slow and deep. He needs to see every reaction, every flutter of pleasure, like he’s memorizing how to ruin you perfectly.
⋮ ⌗ ┆Everyone and their mother agrees that Zuko steams. I agree. It starts from his back and moves on to his arms and legs. Calms himself down when his skins gets too hot to the touch. His breath also gets warm. The point is, both of you will be drenched in sweat when you’re done.
⋮ ⌗ ┆ Zuko spends hours mapping you with his hands and mouth. He’ll start at your ankles, kissing up your calves, lingering on the soft skin behind your knees, then higher, nipping at your inner thighs while murmuring, “Every inch of you… mine.” His hand traces your curves.
» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open-mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
Finally fucking decided to re organize my masterlist and make separate ones for each fandom. Acting like this required the total energy to run a marathon
» everybody has wondered about a little extra fun in their sex life right? After your own curiosity got the better of you Lohen ended up being the person to help you discover new things about yourself
⋮ ⌗ ┆warnings: explicit smut, light bondage, orgasm denial, chocking, teasing/dirty talk, dom Lohen, possible grammar mistakes
⋮ ⌗ ┆author’s note: This is partly for my good friend who recently became a Lohen fan and discovered…things about herself. Human Nature by Madonna was playing on repeat while writing this.
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You hadn’t meant for the evening to end like this.
One moment you were engaged in sharp tongued banter in a quiet corner of the Knights’ headquarters, the next Lohen had you backed against the door of his quarters with that infuriating, cocky smile on his lips. His hair was slightly disheveled from patrol, dull red eyes gleaming with a predatory focus resembling a predator.
“Careful,” he’d murmured earlier, voice low and teasing as his fingers brushed your wrist. “Keep looking at me like that and I might start thinking you want me to ruin you.”
You’d laughed it off. You weren’t inexperienced, but this? The heat pooling low in your belly at the promise in his tone was new. Dangerous. Intriguing.
And it seems a single “Hey, are you free tonight?”, was able to get his attention.
Lohen’s quarters were still exactly as you remembered them. One bed, one chair, an armory’s worth of blades arranged with obsessive care along the wall. The only thing out of place was you, standing in the middle of it while he circled you like a man who already knew how this night was going to end.
When your hands lifted to take your clothes off, which felt like they were suffocating you, your wrist was caught mid air. A strong grip.
“I’ll do it.”
He didn’t rush.
“Arm’s up.”
Long fingers caught the hem of your shirt and lifted it slowly, knuckles dragging deliberately over your stomach as he peeled the fabric up and over your head. He tossed it somewhere behind him without looking, eyes never leaving yours.
“Been thinking about this,” he said, voice low and pleased with himself. “How you’d look when I finally got you out of all these layers.”
He unhooked your bra, the little click sounded obscenely loud in the quiet room. Sliding the straps slowly down your arms, letting his thumbs brush over your nipples on the way. The cool air hit you at the same time his mouth did. Got, open-mouthed kiss just below your collarbone, teeth grazing.
“You’re shivering,” he murmured against your skin, cocky little smirk audible in his voice. “Cold?”
He dropped to one knee to deal with your pants, dragging them and your underwear down together in one smooth motion. His hands skimmed up the backs of your thighs as he rose again, stopping just short of where you were already aching for him.
“Look at you,” he said, tilting his head, red eyes gleaming in the lamplight. “Standing here so pretty and patient. Do you like this, hm? Being stripped down in my room like you’re something I get to unwrap.”
Even though he was looking up at you and you were looking down on him, it still felt like you were staring at beast about to eat you.
You swallowed. Your voice came out thinner than you meant it to. “Maybe. I told you I’m just…feeling things out.”
Lohen laughed, a deep sound vibrating in his chest. “Right.” He stood up, threw your clothes on an unused chair.
“On the bed,” he ordered, voice still light, still flirty, but there was steel underneath. “Hands above your head.”
You moved. The bed creaked under your weight. Lohen followed, pulling something from the neat row of gear on the wall, soft but strong leather straps, the kind he probably used for securing equipment. Or prisoners. The thought sent an unexpected thrill through you.
He bound your wrists together with practiced ease, then secured them to the headboard. Not tight enough to hurt, but tight enough that you couldn’t pull free. The restriction made your breath catch.
Lohen sat back on his heels between your spread thighs and just looked at you for a long moment, cocky grin widening.
“Safe word’s ‘door,’” he said quietly, eyes meeting yours. Serious for one heartbeat. “You say it and everything stops. Understood?”
You nodded.
“Good girl.”
One hand wrapped around your throat. Not squeezing yet, just resting there, thumb stroking the side of your neck.
“New rule tonight,” he said, leaning down until his mouth brushed yours. “You don’t come until I say. Not once. Not even close. I want to see how long you can last for me.”
Your breath hitched. He felt it under his palm and smiled against your lips.
“Yeah. That’s the one. You like that idea.”
He gave you a kiss. Not the little kitten kisses. Deep, filthy, all tongue and teeth while his free hand slid between your legs. Two fingers dragged through your folds, already slick, and circled your clit with lazy, devastating precision. You moaned into his mouth and he chuckled against it.
Bringing his hand up between both your faces, so you could see. Your own slick glistening his fingers, a clear strip stretching between his fingers.
“You’re all soaked,” he teased, voice rough. “Filthy little thing. I’m going to ruin you so nicely.”
He worked you slow. Fingers dipping inside, curling, pressing right where you needed while his thumb kept that steady, torturous circle on your clit. Every time your hips started to roll, every time your breathing went ragged and your thighs trembled, he eased off. Slowed. Stopped completely once, fingers buried deep but motionless while you clenched around him and whined.
“Please—”
“Please what?” He squeezed your throat lightly, just enough to make your head spin. “Use your words.”
“I…I need to come,” you gasped, hips twitching uselessly against his still hand.
Lohen chuckled, low and dark. “Not yet. You’re doing so well, but I want to hear you beg a little more. Listen to how desperate you sound already.” He curled his fingers again, pressing firmly against that spot inside you, but kept the movement agonizingly shallow. “Does it feel good when I touch you here? When I keep you right on the edge like this?”
You nodded frantically, a broken moan escaping as he added a third finger, stretching you open.
“Words,” he reminded you, thumb brushing your clit in feather-light strokes.
“Yes, fuck, yes it feels good. Please, Lohen, I’m so close…”
He pulled his fingers out completely, leaving you clenching around nothing. You cried out in frustration, tugging at the restrains around your wrists.
“Shhh. Poor thing.” He brought his slick fingers to your lips again. “Open. Taste yourself while I tell you how pretty you look when you’re denied.”
You obeyed, sucking obediently while he watched with hooded eyes.
“That’s it. Suck them clean like a good girl. You’re learning so fast tonight. Doesn’t it feel much better to just give into your desires? Throbbing because I won’t let you finish.” He leaned down, nipping at your jaw. “You’re soaked all the way down your thighs. Does being helpless turn you on this much? Being at my mercy?”
You whimpered around his fingers, nodding.
He withdrew them with a wet pop and slid them back between your legs, fucking you with them again, harder this time, faster, curling relentlessly. Your back arched, heels digging into the cot as the pressure built blindingly fast.
“Close again?” he taunted, hand tightening around your throat. “I can feel you fluttering. Don’t you dare come. Hold it. Show me how badly you want to be good for me.”
You tried. Gods, you tried, clenching every muscle, biting your lip until it hurt but the wave was too strong. Just as you were about to tip over, he stopped again, pressing the heel of his palm firmly against your clit to keep you teetering without falling.
“Fuck. Lohen, please, I can’t. I need—”
“You can,” he murmured, voice dripping with smug satisfaction. “Because I want to watch you unravel slowly. I want to hear every pretty sound you make when I keep you right here.” He scissored his fingers, stretching you wider. “Tell me how it feels. Be honest. Do you like when I play with you like this? When I decide if and when you get to fall apart?”
“Yes,” you sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure slipping down your temples. “I like it. I love it. I didn’t know I needed this.”
His grin was sharp and victorious. “There it is. That’s my girl. Discovering all these new filthy little wants.” He pulls back his hand completely. Hands gripping your thighs instead.
“In fact, I think you deserve a reward. For holding out this long for me and finally giving into me.”
Lohen stripped the rest of the way and settled between your thighs. One big hand hooked under your knee and lifted, draping your leg over his shoulder. Pushing it up against your chest.
“Ow ow ow…”
“Shhh. You’ll ease into it.” He said as he massaged your muscle. The stretch opened you wider, deeper. He lined himself up, the head of his cock dragging through your soaked folds.
“Look at me,” he ordered.
He pushed in slow, one long, thick slide that had you gasping at the stretch. With your leg over his shoulder he sank deeper than before, hitting places that made your vision spark. He stayed there for a moment, buried to the hilt, thumb stroking your throat again.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he groaned, cocky mask cracking just a little. “So wet and warm. Taking me so well.”
Then he started moving.
Deep, rolling thrusts that dragged against every sensitive spot. The new angle was devastating. He kept one hand on your throat, squeezing just enough to make every breath feel precious, the other gripping your thigh where it rested over his shoulder. Every time you got close he slowed, ground against you, denied you again with that infuriating patience, whispering more praise and filth the whole time.
“You’re learning so fast,” he panted, voice rough. “Look at you…bound, choked, leg up like this, begging with your eyes. Didn’t know you needed it this bad, did you?”
You shook your head, whimpering.
He grinned, sharp and filthy. “Good. I like being the one who shows you.”
He fucked you harder then, pace relentless, the wet sound of skin on skin filling the room. The hand on your throat tightened just enough to make everything hazy and bright at the edges. Your bound wrists strained above your head. Your leg trembled over his shoulder.
When he finally let you come it was with a broken cry, walls clenching hard around him as the orgasm crashed through you in waves that felt endless. He followed right after, hips stuttering, groaning your name like a curse as he spilled deep inside you.
For a long moment he stayed there, leg still hooked over his shoulder, forehead pressed to yours, both of you shaking.
Then he kissed you, slow, almost sweet and carefully lowered your leg, unbuckled the belt from your wrists, and rubbed gentle circles into the skin there.
Lohen pulled out and collapsed beside you, tugging you against his chest. One hand stroked your hair while the other traced lazy patterns on your back.
“Still with me?” he murmured, voice softer now.
You nodded against him, dazed and glowing, the new parts of yourself still humming under your skin.
He pressed a kiss to your temple, cocky smile audible in his tone.
“Good. Because I’ve got a whole list of new things I want to show you.”
