summary: long story short, you unfortunately ended up under Lohen’s desk when Mika and Gunther surprised the two of you in a rather intimate moment. but hey, every cloud has a silver lining — and you know exactly how to keep yourself entertained down there.
tags: blowjob, lohen gets brat-tamed!! kinda comedy too
this is a commission for Narixia! thank you so much for trusting me! <3 since you were my very first client and, unfortunately, the fic got delayed because of some complications, you got an extra 2k words as a little bonus. and honestly, it was such a pleasure to write — i had so much fun with this one!! <3
You really had only wanted to make Lohen happy.
“L-Lohen,” you muttered, tugging at his hair as he kissed his way across your chest and collarbones, his hands wrapped firmly around your waist.
From the corner of your eye, you could still see that damned little lunch basket — the one you had prepared especially for him and brought all the way to his office, where he was apparently forbidden from leaving for the entire day as punishment for yet another violation of regulations.
He had been so grateful that he immediately sat you down on his desk and, instead of digging into all the food you had made for him, decided — as he so proudly put it — to “start with dessert.”
…And normally, you really wouldn’t have minded any of this — if it weren’t for where you were right now.
Lohen had unbuttoned your shirt so hastily that you barely had time to react before he was already all over you, while you trembled beneath his touch and tried desperately to talk some sense into him.
You swallowed hard. “Lohen, stop. Someone could walk in any second.”
“So what, bun?” Lohen murmured against your neck, his fingers tightening against your skin. A shiver ran through you when he finally slipped the shirt completely off your shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
A moment later, you heard the soft clink of his belt.
“Doesn’t that turn you on even a little?” he asked with a wicked smile, one hand sliding down to your thigh before slipping beneath the fabric, his fingers brushing teasingly over your underwear.
Of course your panties were already soaked.
You grabbed his wrist sharply and pulled his hand away from between your thighs, forcing yourself to meet his eyes.
No matter how badly you wanted to stop this before it went any further, it already felt too late. Lohen was looking at you with that same intense, hungry stare he always did — desperate and needy, yet somehow unbearably arrogant at the same time, as though you already belonged to him.
Your thighs pressed together on instinct.
And, again, of course, he noticed.
A quiet laugh slipped from him, and he was already opening his mouth to tease you about it when his attention suddenly snapped toward the door.
His expression changed at once.
“Mika and Gunther are coming this way.”
He stepped back to give you some space, and you immediately dropped to the floor in a panic, scrambling to find the clothes you had lost somewhere along the way.
Lohen laughed at the sight of your trembling hands, and just as you finally managed to grab what you were looking for, someone knocked on the door.
You cursed under your breath and ducked beneath the desk.
Lohen, meanwhile, looked far too delighted by the entire situation. He calmly sat down in his chair and scooted in as close as he possibly could, clearly just to make things harder for you.
Good thing you weren’t claustrophobic, because the space between the desk and Lohen’s legs was so cramped you could barely fit.
You deliberately smacked him in the ankle.
Naturally, he only chuckled.
Then, as much as the tight space allowed, you shifted into a slightly less miserable position and rested your forehead against his knee, desperate for even the smallest bit of comfort.
“You’d better be quiet now, bun. You don’t want everyone calling you the vice-captain’s desk pet if they find out you’re here, do you?”
Fuck, the nerve of this man…
You jerked your head up so quickly you nearly smacked it against the underside of the desk, ready to bite back at him — but before you could get a single word out, Mika and Gunther walked into the room.
Lohen leaned back even more comfortably in his chair, which only forced you to press yourself tighter against his legs.
You were genuinely considering biting him in the calf just to teach him a lesson.
“Good morning, Vice-Captain… I-I’m here to submit a report,” Gunther managed, clearing his throat as the papers in his hands rustled nervously.
“Mhm. Couldn’t you have brought it a little later?” Lohen yawned, clearly displeased by the interruption. Then his gaze shifted. “And what are you doing here, Mika?”
You couldn’t see what was happening above the desk — only the silence that followed.
Gunther and Mika had apparently looked at each other at the exact same moment.
A few seconds passed before Mika finally spoke.
“…I’m here to make sure you don’t dismiss him and dump your work on him instead. Grand Master’s orders.”
You bit your lip to keep yourself from laughing.
Lohen, unfortunately, found the whole thing just as amusing — and unlike you, he actually had the freedom to let out a quiet chuckle.
That was also when it hit you that you really shouldn’t be laughing at all.
If Gunther was here to give his report, then that meant you were going to be stuck under your troublesome Lohen’s desk for quite a while longer.
You sighed inwardly and stared ahead, resigned to your fate, when your eyes suddenly landed on something. Lohen’s belt was still undone.
A thought crossed your mind. A sweet little smile slowly spread across your face.
Above you, Lohen braced one hand heavily against the desk, looking between Gunther and Mika with an expectant expression.
Gunther glanced at Mika, who offered him a nervous but encouraging smile. Finally, he straightened his posture and cleared his throat again.
Lohen lowered his gaze to the document in front of him, completely tuning Gunther out as he picked up his pen and started doodling some meaningless nonsense in the margins, mostly just to make the time pass a little faster.
“Ahem, Sir Lohen,” he began carefully. “The Grand Master also said that you have to… rewrite Gunther’s entire report yourself. Your… your signature won’t be enough this time. Just to make sure you actually read it.”
Lohen heard the barely suppressed laugh from between his legs. His eyelid twitched.
Maybe he could have survived this if you hadn’t been there to hear it. Then it would have stayed between him, Mika, Gunther, and Varka.
But with you under his desk listening to every word?
It made him sound like some unruly schoolboy stuck in detention, being forced to copy lines because he couldn’t behave. An absolutely catastrophic loss of aura in front of the one person who was already far too easy to provoke — and who would, without a doubt, bring this up again.
Lohen was already preparing to snap something back, refuse outright, or simply get up and challenge Varka to a duel when he suddenly felt you tugging at his trousers.
His brows knitted slightly.
Then his entire expression changed when your hand slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and wrapped around his now-soft cock. Before those two had walked in, he had been perfectly ready for you — but apparently seeing Mika and Gunther’s faces had been enough to kill that enthusiasm almost instantly.
He couldn’t make any sudden movement to pull you away, either. That would raise questions. Lohen swallowed.
His mouth twisted into a smile that, to Gunther and Mika, probably looked dangerously close to a warning. Though with Varka’s orders protecting them, neither of them seemed particularly concerned.
Then he felt your mouth close around him. Every muscle in his body went rigid.
“Of course,” Lohen replied, his voice strained beneath an almost painfully polite tone, clearly hoping they would finish this conversation as quickly as possible.
The knights frowned, clearly caught off guard by his sudden change in behavior, but one look at their faces made it obvious neither of them was willing to test the Vice-Captain’s patience — or whatever mercy he had left. So Gunther simply started his recitation over from the beginning.
Lohen straightened in his chair, pretending he was only adjusting his posture to write more comfortably.
Then he exhaled slowly and moved the hand he had been leaning on to the edge of the desk, gripping it tightly instead. His other hand continued scratching irritated lines across the paper as he desperately tried not to think about how much he would have loved this situation if their positions were reversed.
Or, at the very least, if he had been the one to initiate it.
Taking advantage of the fact that Lohen was only beginning to harden again, you slowly worked your mouth along his length, circling your tongue around him as you went. You could feel him swelling against you, and somehow that only made the whole thing more exciting.
Mika and Gunther had already managed to humiliate him in front of you without even realizing it. You had simply decided to finish the job.
Oh, you always did your very best to please him — but this time, the thrill of it all had you enjoying yourself even more than usual.
Your hands stroked over his knees as you bobbed your head in an uneven rhythm, his cock already fully hard. At the same time, you had to make sure not to let a single sound escape you — but unlike Lohen, that wasn’t exactly difficult for you.
Mostly because Lohen loved being loud. Whenever you had sex, he moaned as if he were the one getting fucked. You’d never really stopped to wonder whether he simply had no shame or just saw absolutely no reason to hold himself back. Right now, though, it didn’t matter. Sneaking a glance at him through the narrow gap between the desk and his stomach, you could see his face growing red as he bit down hard on his lip.
Completely ignoring whatever the fuck Gunther was muttering under his breath, you took your sweet time pleasuring him, perfectly aware of all his weak spots — like just how sensitive the head of Lohen’s cock was.
“…Uh, Vice-Captain, are you feeling okay? Should I… open a window? You look very…”
You pulled his cock from your throat and wrapped your hand around it instead, running your tongue teasingly over the tip, licking at it as though you were savoring the last traces of some delicious dessert from your plate.
“No.” Lohen answered immediately, far too sharply. He cleared his throat weakly and quickly corrected himself. “No. No need. Continue—”
Lohen bit his lip hard enough to draw blood when you suddenly sucked on the tip. A moan nearly slipped from his mouth, making Mika frown at him in concern, but Gunther was far too nervous to comment on anything. He simply went back to reading while Lohen tangled a hand in his own hair, trying to calm himself down even a little. He also forced himself to relax his posture, sprawling back in his chair with an air of practiced nonchalance.
It wasn’t as though he had weak willpower. Of course he could endure it. Of course he was perfectly composed and calm. He was just a little irritated, and—
Blood trickled down his chin as his teeth dug even harder into his lip at the exact moment you took his entire cock into your throat.
“S-Sir Lohen…!” Mika panicked. “D-Do you need a napkin?”
A few scarlet drops splattered across his documents, and he cursed under his breath. He felt you suck harder around him.
“F-Fu— N-No, it’s fine. Can we just—” He swallowed hard as he felt his thighs begin to tremble. Fuck, you had never sucked him off this well in his entire life. You had always been good at it, sure, but right now you were completely outdoing yourself. “…Ignore that and continue. P-please?”
You knew perfectly well that it wasn't directed at Mika or Gunther at all.
His cock had already twitched more than once because, despite everything, Lohen’s masochistic nature was reveling in the situation. Being humiliated — whether in a fight or in bed — by an opponent who knew exactly how to exploit their advantage gave him an almost obscene amount of pleasure.
It was the unpredictability that turned him on so much. The loss of control. The thrill of being pushed past what he thought he could handle, never quite sure where his limit was until someone else dragged him straight through it — even if it meant ending up utterly wrecked by the end.
All for the love of the game, right?
But of course, Mika and Gunther had no way of knowing that. Thoroughly alarmed by the Vice-Captain’s strange behavior — his flushed face, labored breathing, trembling hand, and the blood smeared across his chin — they immediately obeyed his request.
Maybe Varka hadn’t been lying after all when he told them Lohen got sick whenever he had to deal with paperwork…
Encouraged to keep going, you quickened your pace, risking choking yourself in the process — but who cared about getting caught anymore? Not when Lohen was like this: weak, trembling, completely at your mercy, his hips retreating from you for the first time in all your encounters instead of pushing insistently closer. You wanted to suck every last drop out of him.
Without slowing down, you kept going. Saliva ran down your chin, your fingers ached from gripping him too tightly, and your throat constricted in warning, threatening to make you gag — but none of that mattered. You wanted to break him, so you sucked and licked at him relentlessly, bobbing your head with renewed vigor.
And you were close to doing exactly that. Lohen moved his hand from his hair to his mouth in a desperate attempt to compose himself, pretending to cough when, in reality, he was simply trying not to moan like a whore.
“…And that’s all, Vice-Captain. Do you need me to repeat anything, in case you missed—”
“Absolutely… not!—” Lohen abruptly dropped his hand from his face and slammed it down onto the desk, making everyone in the room jump in surprise, though no one dared interrupt him. He could feel himself getting dangerously close. “Take this to the G-Grandmaster and… go. Now.”
Gunther swallowed hard and approached his superior’s desk to retrieve the completed document. Admittedly, it looked absolutely pathetic — the handwriting was practically illegible, and there was blood smeared across the page on top of that, but—
He jumped at the sound of Lohen’s voice again, utterly terrified as he watched him brace himself heavily against the desk with both hands. He couldn’t see Lohen’s face, but he could have sworn he faintly heard him panting. He bowed, thanked him, and then practically bolted for the exit with Mika. The moment the door slammed shut behind them, Lohen let out a loud, utterly pathetic gasp — so strained it was almost a whimper.
His hips jerked forward on instinct, slamming into your throat and pressing his balls flush against your lips. He came at the very same moment, the tip buried deep as cum flooded your mouth and made you choke. You tried to pull back, but Lohen immediately caught the movement; his hand finally tangled in your hair and forced you even tighter against his crotch as a furious, breathless laugh tore from his throat.
He looked down at you with something almost crazed in his eyes, taking in your tear-filled yet unmistakably satisfied expression. You had the exact same look he always wore whenever he was the one tormenting you.
“H-huh, bun, I didn’t f-fucking know you had that in you,” Lohen started, licking his lips as his gaze darkened, which made you only smile wider, even if tears drooled on your cheeks from pain in throat.
His expression twitched and laughed under his breath. “Yeah. Enjoy it while you can. It won’t last long, brat.”
i even made meme i'm sorry i thought it's funny...................... and i think i need to stop bully gunther in my fics............