Wanderer fucking reader infront of lohen after he gets jealous seeing them interact..?
wanderer x fem!reader. lohen x fem!reader. smut. jealousy. masturbation. spanking. creampie.
lohen has been getting way too fucking comfortable around you lately. wanderer dispises the way lohen looks at you. his cocky, shit eating smile. how he always find some way to touch you when he talks to you. absolutely loathes the way he flirts with you.
for wanderer, there is only one solution here. put you on all fours, and absolutely ruin you in front of him.
lohen would see who's cock is making you feel good. so fucking good that sob while you cum, shaking while your pussy makes an utter mess on his cock.
wanderer's thrusts are dominant in every way. his cock head abuses your sweet spot, tearing a lewd moan from your throat with each thrust. your fingers claw at his sheets as his hips snap relentlessly into yours.
"oh archons! it feels so good! it feels so good!" you babble behind your moans. you arch back against him, your walls clamping gummy and tight around his cock.
wanderer smacks his hand across your ass, and you whine in utter bliss. his cock is squelching almost obscenely in and out of your hole. "fuck, you are swallowing my cock," he groans, bringing his hand down across your ass again.
he presses down on your back, pushing so deep into your sweet spot that your lewdest moan yet sounds from you. you squeak, embarrassed at how you sound, burying your face in wanderer's pillows.
wanderer grits his teeth, and glares. "oh no you fucking don't," he hisses, grabbing a handful of your hair. "i want him to fucking hear you moaning for me," he pulls your head up out of the pillows, "let him hear just how good i am fucking you."
lohen casually sits back in the chair next to the bed, legs spread and his hand on his cock. he can barely keep his eyes off how prettily you arch back into wanderer's cock. the way your tits bounce from the ferocity of wanderer's thrusts.
the way your body twitches, and trembles as a wave of pleasure overwhelms. the look in your eyes turning more cock drunk and hazy.
lohen couldn't say he didn't feel envious because he did. he presses circles on his leaking cock head, sighing as it throbs in his hand. he should be him fucking into from behind, filling your cunt so fucking full.
you should be moaning that lewdly for him.
lohen squeezes his hand around his cock, his eyes trained on the way your pussy is utterly ozzing on wanderer's cock. if he couldn't be the one breeding you, he thought antagonizing wanderer was a (un) fair compromise.
"she sounds so pretty," lohen smirks as his fists his cock, "if it wasn't for getting to oogle her pussy stretched so perfectly, i would close my eyes, and get off to the sound of her moans," he ruts shamelessly into his hand, not bothering to cover up his moan as his cock pulses in his hand.
wanderer glares at lohen, smacking his hand on your ass again. "don't think for one second you can fuck her this good," he hisses, reaching down to rub your puffy clit.
he is determined to make you cum hard in front of lohen.
you feel utterly boneless, barely able to hold yourself up anymore. tears well in your eyes as you look at lohen. an extra burst of aroused warmth courses through you. there is just something about lohen watching you get fucked, casually stroking his cock, openly enjoying himself..
you sob softly as your clit throbs under wanderer's fingers. "please..need you..to fill me..scara.." you babble, the tightening of your orgasm leaving you nearly breathless.
wanderer can't help but smirk as he rolls your clit between his fingers. "do you hear who's cock she is begging for?" hearing you cry like this for him makes his cock throb that much harder.
lohen mocks your moans as annoyance ripples through him. "your pet sounds so pretty when she begs. she'll scream while i breed her," your moans for wanderer sound way too pretty..
it made him want to stuff his cock into your mouth, and throat fuck you. wanderer wouldn't be able to hear your pretty moans with his cock down your throat...
wanderer hisses, his cock throbbing almost unbearably inside your cunt. he taps your clit with his fingers, relishing in your whimper of pleasure as you tremble. "if you fucking think you could even breed her, you are stupider than i thought."
your poor body is overwhelmed by this point. your pussy spasms tight as a sob tears from your throat. wanderer chuckles, soothing his fingers on your clit. "that's it, cum hard for lohen. let him see who makes you fall apart."
wanderer's hand grasping your hair is the only thing keeping you up as your orgasm washes over you. you barely hear your moans for a moment as pleasure to bursts white hot behind your eyes. your pussy gushes wet around wanderer's cock, making lohen lick his lips.
"fuck, i am cumming," wanderer groans, purely to spite lohen. he wants lohen to know the moment his cock spills cum inside you.
wanderer takes extra time fucking his cum back inside you. he is utterly delighted seeing cum drip from your hole when he pulls out.
lohen would be forced to cum in his hand looking at cum seeping from your abused hole.
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You lose a bet and get into a mildly awkward situation with the Fifth Company's vice captain.
Hi, hi, have this! It's been a while since I've last written a shorter fic like this, but I thought Lohen is a good character to reopen that genre with. This is also one of my few non-yandere works but keep in mind that Lohen is still Lohen if you know what I mean. "Lohen" [adjective] ദ്ദി ˉᴗ ˉ )
Content warnings include: None, and GN!Reader aside from a singular feminine-leaning metaphor, I believe. Very soft very demure, or at least as demure as it can be with him. Reader has a pretty sharp tongue in this one.
⋆ Around 3,3k words.
⋆ Genre: Horribly fluffy
Your luck is rotten. Rotten, rotten, rotten to the core, decayed and putrid like a worm-hollowed apple.
Rain patters leisurely against the roof of the tent. The weather has been lamentable for the better part of the past week, and even now, the sky remains starless: A heavy, opaque layer of clouds blocks out the moon and any and all light that could bring even a little solace to the expedition company’s night.
Lying down, with nothing but a terribly thin bedding separating your hip and shoulder from the cold, hard ground, you shiver and tremble as your body tries to generate even the tiniest bit of warmth.
You consider checking the time. The pocket watch rests but a few centimetres away by your side, but without a light, you’ll have no chance of making out the pointers. It’s so dark that you could almost convince yourself that you were all alone in the woods, stranded amongst the wilderness, but alas, not even the tent you’re resting in is yours alone to have.
Lohen. Lohen, Lohen, Lohen. He’s the one you have ended up having to split the tiny square of grass with.
At times, you’ve wondered if your attitude towards the guy could qualify as bullying, but then again, he has done nothing if warranted the aversion. None, not a single one of the company’s soldiers has expressed anything but fearful respect towards him. Despite being short in stature and relatively unassuming in looks, people — including you — know better than to get caught in a conversation with him for a second longer than necessary. There’s a joke circulating among the knights, one that you’re quite certain he himself also knows about: Lohen’s aura enters the room before he does, and should you feel a shiver running down your spine, your last chance to make yourself scarce has just passed.
Once again, your group literally had to draw straws to determine which one of you should be the unlucky one to share their tent with the maniac. You’ve never once lost the bet yet, and trusting the streak to continue, you weren’t worried about grabbing the piece of hay out of the bunch. Only this time, the short end of the stick was finally to land on you.
No matter how you’ve tried to listen to what might be going on on Lohen’s side of the pitifully sized shelter, you haven’t heard him make a single sound. It’s as if the guy weren’t even alive: No sighs, no sniffles, no shifting, nothing. Moreover, you couldn’t hope to make out his silhouette even if your back weren’t turned towards him, either, for the pitch black all around has wrapped around you like a thick veil, obscuring both his form and whatever else might be lying on his side of the plot.
His overcoat is laid on the narrow space between your beds, drawing the line in the middle of your assigned sides of the tent — that much you’re aware of. Moreover, you’re acutely conscious of the fact that his spear, as sharp as ever, rests beside the imaginary border, its keen edge mere inches away from your leg. Though you know you’re only scaring yourself in your half-awake state of mind, you wonder how much you would have to stir to slice your foot open on the thing.
Sure, you’ve tried to forget about it all and just sleep — for the past few hours, to be exact — but it’s oh-so fucking freezing in the tent. You really don’t understand how he’s able to sleep with the entrance not practically nailed shut: The frigid breeze that invades the cramped space every now and then has been quite effective at keeping you from dozing off. The flimsy rug you were supplied with is nowhere near enough to keep the cold at bay, and you’re pretty sure that the clacking of your teeth could be heard in the neighbouring tent despite your best attempts at remaining as still and silent as possible.
Furthermore, there’s no doubt that if your unfortunate sleeping partner is still awake, he has been able to partake in enjoying the sound as well. It’s impossible to tell whether Lohen is already asleep or not, and you haven’t been keen on finding out: You haven’t even dared to turn over the entire night as the threat of attracting his attention with any movement isn’t a risk you’re eager to take.
Lying on your side, you cautiously pull your knees even closer to your chest, further away from the opening of the tent by your feet. It’s like the chill were seeping into your very bones, slowing down both your body and mind alike, making it impossible to think about anything but resting while simultaneously being entirely unable to do so. Your fingers have grown numb and sluggish, you can barely feel your toes anymore, and with each passing moment, the thought of going for a scrounge at the neighbouring tent’s blanket supply seems like a better and better idea.
Once more, you take a deep breath, hold the air, and concentrate on listening to what’s going on behind your back. Pricking up your ears, you try to drown out the drumming of the rainfall and figure out whether the coast is clear or not.
There’s nothing to be heard aside from the occasional gust of wind rustling the walls of your shelter. You strain your hearing, bringing your hand up to the shell of your ear, making sure not to miss a single sound, yet ultimately, you determine that there’s nothing for you to pick up on: The night is dead silent.
Without deliberating the matter any longer, you decide to commit to the plan.
Making as little noise as you’re able to, you reluctantly peel the rug off of your trembling body, ignoring the shivers that rake your skin. Then, planting one of your hands on the bedding and pushing yourself into a more upright position, you reach for where you left the lantern earlier in the evening.
After a moment of carefully groping around the ground beside you, the tips of your fingers make contact with the cold glass shell of the lamp. You wrap your fingers around the metal bail, and after glancing over your shoulder and into the darkness for one last time, you bring the lantern close to your body and give the thing a gentle nudge.
The kuuvahki crystals inside the glass clink against each other, and in a split second, a warm light illuminates your side of the tent.
Again, you stop to listen, yet you quickly find that aside from the weather, it’s just as dead silent as it was moments ago. A soundless exhale breaks past your lips.
For a short while, you simply focus on calming your nerves, reasoning with yourself that ”even if he was awake, he wouldn’t care”, and after a while of self-soothing, you gather the courage to properly sit up. Shifting your legs to the side, careful not to touch the weapon on the ground, you prepare to crawl your way towards the exit.
Only, as you happen to glance towards the ceiling, you find that your shadow has gained height.
You can quite literally feel your heart skip a beat before it then violently lurches back to life as your eyes connect with Lohen’s own, maroon ones right above you. In the same moment, the lantern slips out of your hand, topples over your lap and rolls across the tent floor on its side until it stops at the foot of his bedding.
”What’s up”, Lohen speaks, popping the last syllable off of his lips like blowing a bubble.
For a moment, you’re unable to pay attention to anything but the sudden adrenaline surge rushing its course through your body, fleetingly electrifying your limbs before then exiting via your fingertips, leaving behind an uncomfortable, jittery feeling. Then, after sucking in a deep, shaky inhale, you blink a couple of times and force yourself to breathe again.
”... Hi”, you squeeze out in a thin voice, letting your hand fall from where you were holding it to your chest.
”Where did you plan on going?” Lohen then asks, retreating back to his side of the tent, promptly regranting you what little personal space you had.
You avert your gaze.
”Nowhere”, you lie through your teeth, ”I was just going to close the flaps.”
”Mm, don’t do that”, Lohen briefly shakes his head. ”I need to hear what’s going on outside.”
”But it’s freezing in here!”
An indignant huff breaks out of your mouth before you can catch it. Propping yourself to sit on your knees, you reach for the rug by your bed and yank it towards yourself.
”Oh, you’re cold?” Lohen follows your movements with his eyes, raising his brows with the usual, indiscernible smile on his lips.
”And you’re not?” you snap back at him as you pull the cover around your quivering shoulders.
He lets out an airy chuckle. You only barely manage to curb the reflexive wince your body nearly conducts as he stretches his arm towards the lantern at the far end of his bed. Flipping the thing upright, he brings it to sit in between the two of you, on top of his overcoat.
”Can’t say I am”, he shrugs. ”I’ve seen worse weather.”
”How reassuring.”
”The roof isn’t leaking, is it?” he then asks, directing his attention at the peak of the tent’s cone-shaped ceiling.
You only shake your head in response to the question. Watching his gaze return to you after a moment, you find that the warm light of the lantern fails to quite reach his eyes.
”So, planning on going to bed soon?” Lohen cocks his head to the side in an inquisitive manner, crossing his legs.
”I was trying to”, you answer him. ”And you?”
”Woke up to the shuffling.”
”... Sorry.”
”It’s alright. Just about any sound is enough to stir me.”
”Then why didn’t you request to get your own tent?”
The question slips off your tongue before you can consider the possibility of the words coming off as a little insensitive. However, judging from Lohen’s reaction, he doesn’t seem bothered by your tone.
”I don’t mind sharing”, he responds. ”And it’d be a little unfair to the others who have to share one, you know? Plus, it’s fun to watch which one of you loses the draw each night.”
An uncomfortable feeling settles in the pit of your stomach. You duck your chin down to hide the lower half of your face behind the rug’s edge.
”I’ve been waiting for you to get the short straw. Took you long enough”, he continues, knocking his knuckles against the lamp to prevent the crystals from dimming down. ”I don’t think I’ve ever seen you squirm like that.”
Your verbal storage promptly empties itself out. Whatever smart remark you were thinking of airing at him dissolves into thin air, and you’re left staring at the ground with sheer mortification written all over your features.
”Nervous?”
”Lohen, what the hell!”
You try to keep your voice quiet enough not to be heard in the other tent over, yet the exclamation doesn’t come out as hushed as you wanted it to be. Gathering all of your courage, you raise your gaze to catch his own, only to be met with the sight of a grin so devious that you consider if you should just sleep outside in the rain for the remainder of the night.
”No, no, answer the question”, Lohen leans forward towards you, causing you to withdraw in the same direction. ”Do I make you nervous?”
“What-”
“Do I?”
”Yes-, yes, you do!” you nearly fall backwards as you scramble to keep your balance. ”Archons bless, keep a safe distance!”
A hearty laugh bursts out of Lohen’s mouth, managing to startle you yet again. Then, with a thoughtful hum, he pulls back, completely skimming over your visibly loath reaction.
”Yeah, it’s kind of easy to see”, he sighs. ”Heh, sometimes I wonder if you’re cut out for this sort of expedition at all.”
Your brows flatten.
”Are you fucking with me?” you ask him, shifting your weight to the front of your legs.
”Very much so”, he stifles another chuckle, briefly sticking his tongue out from between his teeth. ”Is that why you can’t sleep? Because I make you nervous?”
”Quit repeating that”, you scoff as you pull the rug tighter around yourself. ”And no, it’s because I’m actually fucking freezing here.”
”Huh”, Lohen leans his head back. ”Alright then, come here.”
”Eh-”
”Come on”, he cuts you off before you can speak, patting his thigh insistently. ”No use ruminating on it, might as well make use of what we’ve got.”
”Wha-, what? No!?”
You’re left to stare at the guy’s smug face in both discomfiture and sheer astonishment at the level of the audacity. Yet, as is typical for him, he isn’t fazed by the atmosphere the least bit — he merely continues to egg you on.
”Why not?” he quirks his brow, spreading his forearms to his sides in a welcoming manner. ”Don’t tell me you think my ears are that bad. I’ve heard the way you talk about me.”
You can’t quite tell what sort of emotion it is that’s spreading across your body at the moment. It’s like you were about to pop a vein and faint from pure embarrassment at the same time.
”’I always knew you thought he was cute’, right? That’s what Luisa said, no?” he ignores your evergrowing chagrin.
The ground could swallow you whole right where you are, and you would be the happiest person on the planet. Your legs feel like molten wax, you can’t grasp a single thought in your head, and what’s worse, the unravelling is all happening under his horribly attentive gaze.
”How the hell did you hear that?” you fizzle in a high-pitched, barely coherent voice.
”Aw, but it’s alright”, Lohen makes a brief gesture with his wrist. ”I think you should thank her if anything. You get to have me all night.”
He looks at you with nothing but glee in his eyes, flashing you yet another one of his unnecessarily fraudulent-looking smirks.
And it’s true. You’ve wondered what it is that’s wrong with your mind for having become interested in the vice captain. If it were your rational side speaking, you would know to stay as far away from him as possible, yet lately, you’ve found yourself stealing quick glances at the teal hair, looking for him in the armoured crowd, and wondering just what might be going through his peculiarly functioning brain.
Furthermore, occasionally it’s Lohen himself that you’re more worried about. His thought process doesn’t appear to flow like an average knight’s — much less like an everyday person’s — and having borne witness to the kick he gets out of slaughtering just about any enemy that gets in his way, the line between attraction and horrification has grown blurry.
You don’t even bother hiding the apparent heat on your cheeks anymore. Instead, you let your gaze rest on the sight of the once more dimming lantern between you as you listen to your own, restive heartbeat. You watch the couple of gold-hued stones in the glass globe gradually lose their glow, causing the lit area of the tent’s interior to grow smaller and smaller, until only a faint glimmer remains.
Lohen sighs audibly, almost theatrically. He then shifts his position to nudge the lamp with the tip of his shoe, and within a second, your surroundings are lit once more.
”Alright, alright”, he speaks, his voice a considerable amount softer than before. ”Allow me to aid you a little.”
Rolling his shoulders back, he takes hold of the lantern’s bail before moving the thing to sit at the back of the tent. You follow the line of his hand as he then proceeds to pick his overcoat off the ground, give the garment a few shakes, and toss it towards you. The piece of clothing lands halfway in your lap before falling past your thighs and piling unceremoniously at your knees.
”You can have that for now”, Lohen says, nodding in a satisfied manner, ”and the offer is still open. Come on, two blankets are better than one.”
You wonder how sharp the daggers in your glare would have to be for them to become real. With your face warmer than it has been since you last visited Sumeru, you peek at him from behind the rug’s border, hiding like a damsel behind her opened fan.
Yet again, Lohen spreads his arms to his sides, tilting his head and raising his brows in an expectant fashion.
Your hold on the cover tightens. After a few more seconds of contemplation, you take in a deep, elongated breath and speak muffled words against the fabric:
”... If I hear a single word about this in the morning, I’m resigning tomorrow.”
Unadulterated triumph flashes across Lohen’s eyes. He then braces himself just in time to respond to your movements.
In a clumsy, uncoordinated manoeuvre, you close the short distance in between the two of you and quite literally fall against his body, the rug still cloaking you. He greets you with solidity, of course, catching you with a muted yet all the more complacent exhale as he wraps his arms around your back, welcoming you into his oddly comforting embrace. For good measure, one of his hands creeps up to the back of your head where he gives a few scratches to your nape as if he were petting an animal.
”Heh, my side or your side?” he asks.
Wearily, you shake your head against his chest.
”Mine it is.”
With care, Lohen proceeds to recline both of you down on his side of the tent, first settling you on the bedding before reaching over your form to pick up his discarded overcoat. Once again, he shakes the piece of clothing out before gently laying it on your body. Then, finally, he grabs his own quilt lying at the foot of his bed, rests down beside you, and pulls the fabric over both of you.
The metal embroidery of his dress shirt presses against your forehead, yet you’re not planning on moving a single inch. The icy cold unease that your guts twinged with mere moments ago has now been replaced by a distinct kind of skittishness. You don’t know whether it asks you to stay entirely still or to hysterically flail about, to stay awake for the remainder of the night or fall asleep right where you are, safely encased against his body.
With how you’re situated, you’re unable to see the lantern’s glow fade once more. Still, you attempt to count the seconds, 10, 9, 8, 7, to when the dark is to consume your surroundings again, and judging from how Lohen eventually lets his head fall lax against his pillow, you don’t think you were too far from the correct timing.
For a while, you focus on listening to the rhythm of his breaths, to feeling the rise and fall of his chest. You don’t know what it is you would have expected, but as you now have him so close, his presence feels strangely natural.
”You know, Luisa also said that you could be good for me, whatever that means”, Lohen’s now hushed voice vibrates across his sternum as a light laugh slips past his lips. ”So, I think you should — be good for me, mm-mh?”
A/N
YOU KNOW IT BABEEEE @sakuramantis
Though, this is obviously not the yandere content that I usually do, but the answer is still that YES, I'll absolutely be writing for him. I recently saw his ult animation on the leaks and went like
You expected cold shoulders and emotionless stares from your fiancé, not...whatever this is.
Notes — arranged marriage with Lohen, short drabble, ooc probably, my research into lohen as a character includes 3 fanfics and all of his edits on tiktok, inspired by chapter 34 of Nakanowarui iinazuke no hanashi.
You knew arranged marriages would never end well, especially after having witnessed your own parents’ loveless marriage. Your family dinners were always spent in complete silence, save for the clattering of silverware and the occasional political discussions. So when you were told you will be engaged to a Knight of Favonius from Mondstadt, you already knew what to expect. “He is the vice-captain of the fifth company.” Your father said, grabbing a handkerchief to wipe himself.
You knew this conversation was going to happen tonight, you heard whispers from the maids down the empty halls, you have even heard other things regarding who you are to be wed with “I hear he has an insatiable bloodlust.” You’re not surprised your parents are willing to sell you off to some lunatic.
Yet your fiancè alongside Mondstadt managed to surprise in more ways than one. The Knights-Of-Favonius greeted you with more warmth than you had ever experienced from your parents’ cold attitudes. And your fiancè–Whom you now come to know as Lohen, is incredibly welcoming since your first step off the carriage.
So much that it tends to irk you.
Really, why is he always so curious about whatever business you had?!
“Hello my love, are you out for a walk this afternoon?” The first stage of his plan, which includes ‘accidentally’ encountering you during his ‘free time’
“Shall I join you for today?” Then stage two includes him inviting himself to your outing, before finally bombarding you with useless small talk (Which you begrudgingly answer, lest he makes a disappointing expression)
Your relationship with Lohen is nothing like the arranged marriages you have seen in the past, it is nothing like the one your parents have, everything so far has been outside of your initial predictions, and it is driving you insane.
(You ignore the part of you that is beginning to anticipate Lohen’s presence on your outings)
…
“We should get matching rings.” Lohen suggested out of nowhere.
“If you are bored, then you should pick up a book too. Instead of thinking of outrageous things.” He knows he’s the one who insisted on staying here, but you are too engrossed in your book to actually entertain him!
“But I’m being serious! It feels nice to have something to make it official y’know?”
“I don’t find any need to do so.” Right, because to you this is just a loveless marriage. His attempts at trying to woo you bounce right off of you, he should be happy you allow him to spend time together with you, he’s the pathetic one for wanting more.
“Besides, we will soon have matching last names anyways.” You finally say as you close your book,
“No need to rush to make things official, it will happen either way.” Then you left the room, along with Lohen in a state of shock.
After processing what you just said, Lohen smiles to himself, unable to hold back the blush dusting his cheeks. “I suppose that’s true.” Damn your chokehold on him, he shouldn't be this happy over a few words from you.
Thank you @miss-sillygoose for this wonderful idea!! I’m so sorry i got to you so late 😅
Hello-hello my amazing readers!! (have ya’ll drank water yet?? <3) i hope you’ve had a wonderful day so far
☆: lohen being lohen, fluff, angst(?) w/ comfort, lohen being sweet/affectionate, thunderstorms, ooc, cringe, extremely short, english is not my first language, and horrible writing skills
Synopsis: reader becomes terrified one night because a massive thunderstorm swarms the sky around mondstadt, and reader hates thunderstorms and starts having a minor/major panic attack. Lohen, who just got home from a solo mission regarding an auction immediately goes to comfort reader and becomes affectionate to make sure he can reassure reader
Enjoy!!!
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You truly hated thunderstorms. It was awfully loud, including unnecessary commotions. Whenever the sudden lightning struck near the city, you would wince and tip your head lower, fearing your humble abode that you shared with the Vice Captain of the Fifth Company would be struck with the ferocious & blinding electricity.
Another loud crackle split the sky, and you ducked your head and wrapped your arms around your head, bracing yourself with another sudden sound.
“When will the thundering stop…?” You muttered to yourself, rubbing your elbow nervously.
Lightning was unpredictable. So was thunder, the booming rumbles always giving you a small heart attack. You shivered, grabbing another blanket, hoping to shield yourself from the terrors of the storm. When would Lohen be back? You awaited his return, curling up into a ball as another crackle rang in the air. It was turning cold; it was autumn after all. You sighed and bit your lip, hyperventilating almost.
Just when will he be back?
You repeated that thought over and over again. Seconds passed. Minutes passed. Hours passed. Your eyes widened, shrunk, widened, shrunk, and continued to when you pondered the worst thoughts your brain could produce.
The door creaked. So did the window. Small droplets flew in, splattering over your face. You began hyperventilating, each breath becoming shorter as the thunder seemed to grow louder & louder.
“Was thunder always this loud?” You whispered, eyes vibrating with the sheer sensitivity growing inside you. Another clap could be heard, likely throughout all of Teyvat. You clasped your hands over your ears, desperate to tune out the storm’s shouting. The wind howled harsher by the minute, and the window creaking did not stop its relentless bickering.
Your voice was strained while you tried singing yourself a little lullaby lohen once called mellow and comforting.
You groaned in frustration as the thundering did not pause. “Why did Mona just have to be right?” You whispered, rocking yourself back and forth, constantly trying to steady your breath and reassure yourself that the storm will be over soon. The loud booming certainly did not help as another panic attack started to wrap itself around your mind and push your calmness to the very depths of your brain.
“Lohen…when will you come back?” You said, eyes softly closing then squeezing shut. The pains of having to endure the largest storm you’ve ever encountered was not for the weak, and even when the thunder is being tuned out by your thoughts of your lover, it still bared its teeth and clawed at your terrors.
“I heard my name, cecilia. What is it you need?” You instantly jerked your head at the sound, almost convinced you gave yourself whiplash. You knew the voice far too well; it was as smooth as honey, but could harden into something sharper than the blade he used.
Your breath caught as you reached up, mindlessly pawing at the darkness that enveloped the room, desperate for lohen’s comforting warmth. The roars of the dark storm made you feel stings in your mind, harsh annoyance poking at you while the thunder tortured you.
“L-lohen!” You said, his name feeling foreign on your tongue in a good way.
“Yes, cecilia?”
You hesitated before reaching out again. His cryo vision always seemed to glow in that odd, cold, radiance.
“P-please, just help…me-?” You whispered, fingers twitching in longing. He had made you wait for far too long; nonetheless, he always completed his missions.
“Help you with what?” Lohen taunted, leaning against the wall, planning something mischievous. You made a “tch” noise, then whimpered again when the lightning echoed through the angered and swirling sky.
“Y-you know exactly what,” You snapped, voice devoid of any room for argument.
Lohen tapped his chin. He was deciding whether or not to comfort you, or leave you in pain. Of course, he was joking, but he never realized his own true intentions until someone visibly showed it.
His breath hitched as he realized you weren’t joking. There hadn’t been nearly as many storms as there were when Stormterror was still active and a threat. Lohen hadn’t seen you in this state, wildly horrified by the storm that was ongoing.
Lohen quickly cleared his throat before crouching down to meet your shivering and huddled up body, carefully tapping on your forearm for permission to crowd your personal space. You gave a small nod, breath gasping as lohen shuffled toward you.
“I’m sorry for not coming back earlier and taunting you,” He muttered, eyes mindlessly wandering the room as he lifted his chin and rested you against his chest.
You leaned against him, arms folding over your chest tighter and tighter until red marks bloomed on your raw skin. Lohen wrapped his arms delicately over yours, holding you closer to him. He effortlessly lifted you up, settling you over & landing in his lap, facing him. Your faces were so close together, and you swore you could’ve felt his lips ghosting over yours as you shifted to be more comfortable. You hid your face in the crook of his neck, and lohen started to pat your back and rub gentle, small circles on the back of your thigh. He sighed loudly, running a hand through his hair. You suddenly tensed up a bit, your eyes widening in fear.
“A-am I too annoying?” You asked, sweat forming at your hairline.
Lohen held his breath, suddenly becoming bewildered by the sudden question.
“N-no! What’s gotten you to think that?” He said, voice trembling.
You shudder in an answer, clinging onto his uniform, tugging on his choker.
“Are you sure?” You whispered, hands gripping his collar so tight they shook.
“Yes, cecilia. If i wasn’t, i wouldn’t be here right now,” Lohen answered, softly entangling his fingers into your hair.
You exhaled, relief washing over you as lohen kissed the crown of your head. You were sprawled atop of him, like a koala with its favorite branch, refusing to leave until the storm was over.
“You’re so mean,” You joked, flicking his forehead, trying to ease the undeniable atmosphere. Lohen let out a breathy laugh before pecking you on the cheek and then caressing your face with his left hand. You stared into his eyes. They weren’t filled with the brutal recklessness he used on the battlefield; they were filled with a warmth that screamed your name. Red, the general color of love. That must be it.
The sounds of the thunder were soon wiped out of your mind while lohen was saying sweet-nothings into your ear and holding you closely, giving you a shield and less vulnerability. To you, physical affection was everything, even when lohen had his cuteness aggression bar dialed up to a hundred percent. Times like these where he comforts you really meant something because it showed how much time he’d be willing to “waste” if it came to you being vulnerable and needing reassurance. Lohen would be willing to do that for you, anytime, even if it meant not fighting.
“You sure you’re good? The storm was quite large–it was moving to Liyue too,” Lohen asked, petting your head like a cat. You bit your tongue and contently responded with a quiet “yep” before the lightning also became muted, as if the Electro Archon herself thought you deserved a break from all the messes you’d encountered (it didn’t have to be today either).
“Cecilia, what nation do you want to travel to?” He suddenly said, a grin breaking across his face (he couldn’t help it). You took your time, thinking about all the nations you’d learned about as a child, then picking them off one by one.
“I suppose Natlan. It’s like the best nation to go explore and have fun in, I think–? I heard you can surf, like ride a board and ride the waves and tides, and you can also climb the mountains with special gear designed to help you conquer those giant cliffs,” You responded, eyes darting from one place to another as you recalled everything you once read in a book that Lisa had offered you. Lohen hummed thoughtfully before raising you to eye level with him, and his eyes were clearly showing that he was scheming something. Well, scheming probably wasn’t the best word choice, so plotting.
“Then how about we go there?” He said, head thudding against the wall as he shifted. You straddled him as he went on about his “next breaks as the vice captain” and “getting varka to help him earn his well deserved travels” or something. You giggled when he suggested that he’ll just “tie varka up and tell jean klee disappeared into the woods” and he’ll sneak out with you to travel to natlan.
“I really hope we can go as soon as possible,” You interjected. The once dark and agitated clouds started clearing up, and the thundering stopped abruptly.
“Welp, looks like the shogun was just mad she didn’t get to see the shrine maiden…” Lohen muttered before lifting you up bridal style and kicking open the door. You playfully hit his shoulder to signal him to let you down, that you weren’t a baby and you could walk.
“Nope! Cecilia, who was just so scared of the big bad storm happening outside again?” He reminded you. You hissed and glared at him, puffing out your cheeks.
“That’s not fair. Storms are very unpredictable and they produce wayyyy too loud sounds! You don’t know when it’s coming, and the colors of the clouds and sky add to my point,” You stated, trying to put your full weight onto his arms. Lohen didn’t seem to notice, and set you on the floor instead.
“Hm. I suppose that’s kinda a reasonable answer, but you’re still my baby and not anyone else’s, got it?” Lohen called, reaching for a bottle he got (likely from Albedo).
“Always have been and always will be,” You truthfully replied, lying on your stomach.
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Uhhh so i didn’t know what to do for this one… i just typed whatever came to mind ngl
you know the best how unpredictable lohen can be and yet, he never fails to catch you by surprise.
genres: fluff, angst if you squint
notes: icb it's this freakshow that has brought this blog back from the dead
you’d only picked up bits of it. little rumors. less commissions from nod krai. knights seeming a bit more busy than usual while preparing for what you’d heard was an award ceremony.
nothing too big, but enough to put two and two together. at the same though, you try to not put your hopes up. you’d like to save yourself the disappointment from your suspicions about the knights’ return wind up false. eating shit keeps you humble, after all.
so, there’s little to nothing you can do while gazing at the very tops of the walls surrounding the city from your balcony-as if staring holes in them would magically make the companies appear from the other side.
your chest aches somewhat at the thought of it. aches at the thought of them entering through port. aches at him entering through the port. just like all the other times you’ve envisioned it because, at this point, time has become nothing but a menace keeping you thousands and thousands of kilometers apart; leaving you restless when you have no commissions to distract yourself with; preparing for that one usual knock on your window in at the crack of sleepless dawns despite knowing there’s no way that’d happen; stealing meaninglessly hopeful glances at office doors whenever you pay the library a visit.
then again, what are you supposed to do when the knights actually return?
how are you going to react? how will lohen react?
trying to imagine it, a puff of cloud slips into the slightly chilly air as you scoff. you twirl the ribbon of the hair clip lohen once had gifted you around a finger like hopeless, giddy romantic-although being damn well aware any sort of wholesome reaction from him, out of all people, would border on further terrifying than he already can be.
it’s not as if lohen is cold-hearted, rather just… unpredictable. if anything, it would almost make more sense if he suddenly showed up out of nowhere and greeted you like you saw each other yesterday-
“oh, you’re still awake?”
it’s safe to say you almost believe it’s the wind pulling tricks on your ears, because there’s just no way, right? and yet, as your widened eyes drop from the walls down to the pavement, the moon slips past the dark clouds to, actually, reveal none other but the vice captain himself. you’re not sure if you’re supposed to be surprised or not.
“lohen…”
it’s nothing but a mere whisper, but you can tell it reaches him perfectly fine as a pleased smile finds his face.
your fingers claw at the wooden balustrade of your balcony, to the point of your nails almost breaking. it’s brief though, as you soon find yourself turning around, ready to flee down the stairs.
“nah, stay there.”
halting as fast, you spin on your heels-just in time to witness lohen vault his way up. in contrary to that, his landing is soft, and ever the knight he is, he’s already right in front of you, kneeling on top of the balustrade of your balcony. flesh and blood.
you take a deep breath, unknowingly holding it as lohen’s grins makes itself audible in his greeting, “long time no see.” so casually. awfully casually. too casually for someone who hasn’t seen you in more months than you cared .
you want to be angry. you are angry, but you will yourself to not burst out into the dead of the night for the entire town to hear. if you were to do that, it’d surely warrant the adventurer’s guild a commission to identify the source of an, perhaps, ear-shattering roar.
so you hold it back. all the anger, rage, frustration, powerlessness, pain, sadness, longing. instead, you grit your teeth. “is that all you have to say?”
“hm?” he grins wider. “what happened to hi? how are you? not even a welcome back? you looked so excited to see me just two seconds ago.”
“i was not excited. i was just going to make sure the door was locked.”
“yeah?” an amused puff of air escapes him. “i don’t recall you being this cold.” he reaches an arm out, the gloved fingertips ready to graze your skin-had it not been for you quickly turning your head away.
as your own arms rise to cross your chest, lohen is quick to figure out the full picture. “care to tell what got you this upset?”
“you’re back.”
“i sure am.”
“after eleven months.”
“ten and a half, actually.”
in the back of your head, you begin to wonder if a commission would be worth it after all.
“...”
lohen truly has the gall to laugh at this as he repositions himself, a leg hanging from the balustrade, the other bent up to his chest.
“what’s this, did your love and attention become some sort of lottery while i was gone? i’m finally back and this is what i get?”
“lohen,” you speak in what you’d like to be a threat, but rather comes out as a miserable, trembling call for patience. “you never came back. not even a letter, no nothing. the only reason i knew you were still alive was because jean received your reports - mind you, in gunther’s handwriting - and they were all about the wild hunt and some archon forsaken maniac who almost obliterated all of nod krai.”
“and?”
“and, what?”
resting his cheek against his palm, a gleam finds lohen’s eyes, curious to see how much this will drag out.
“that’s all? you’re upset because you didn’t hear from the vice captain of the knights of favonius’ fifth company?”
“... as if.”
“or were you worried i’d get wounded in the war?”
“that’d put me at ease, you thrive off getting hurt!”
“so, you thought i wouldn’t return to mondstadt at all?”
“i- no, i knew you’d come back. or i’d kill you myself.”
“then, what?”
“...”
you dare casting a single glance at lohen. his pauldron, the golden embroidery and decoratory elements of his overcoat all shimmer under the moonlight. the blue earrings sway in a light breeze, so do the mint-green bangs, yet doing little to nothing to hide what softness has begun taking roots in the eyes behind them. at some point you’d missed, that one nearly infuriatingly on-brand grind has disappeared, eased into something that barely lifts the corner of his lips.
it’s a sight that would probably leave the fifth company shaking in their boots, simply because that’s nothing that looks like their vice captain lohen. this is lohen. your lohen, the one that only ever looks mesmerized if it’s you.
a secret moment that belongs to you and him and alone, with the moon as your sole witness.
“what’s going on in that little head of yours, y/n?” you can still easily hear it, that silly smugness lacing his words, but your name falls off his tongue like it’s meant to be there and oh archons, has it been long since you heard it.
your posture loses what determination you had been so stubborn with displaying. arms loosening a little, shoulders slumping. jaw unclenching, head unconsciously giving in to tilt back to him just the slightest bit, but not fully looking.
“you were gone for months without a word, lohen. i stayed patient just like you told me to, but you were gone for so long, i thought i was gonna go crazy but now i remember you’re even crazier ‘cause of course you show up on my fucking balcony like nothing ever happened and everything is fine while i’ve-...”
“missed me?”
upon hearing this, you finally look at him properly. perhaps to confirm it, or deny it, or maybe even call him an asshole for - for better or for worse - being no less like himself than before he left for the expedition.
however, not a syllable makes it out before you freeze in your motions; lohen is suddenly standing up, closer than before, but slightly bent down. you hardly feel it, that little tug as he reaches for the ribbon; tucking one of its silken strings between his fingers, he brings it to his lips, eyes shut like he’s pouring his entire body, soul and spirit into the touch. something that actually makes him look like a knight for once, and then-then, once he barely opens his eyes again to lock with your own, you feel like the universe has stopped moving to give you all the time in the world.
“you sure like making me sound heartless. any knight would miss their beloved after being apart this long,” he whispers, so uncharacteristically softly, and still in a way that makes your chest clench. “and last time i checked, i was also one, no?”
you’re not sure what face you’re making over the phrasing, but you can tell past his glove it’s tempting a grin back. as much as you want to slap it away, you have to try your hardest to stop your lips from trembling, tears welling in the corner of your eyes.
so, you clench your jaw again for a moment. unclench, deep breath. mustering up what stubbornness you still have left.
“if that’s the case, attend the award ceremony, finish all your paperwork without dumping it on jean or gunther or anyone else, and then take some days off, got it?”
lohen lets the string slip out of his hold as he chuckles. bowing down even lower, he holds his palm to his chest without looking away even once,
“that’d be my honour.”
you can’t bring yourself to look away. you simply stay there, soaking in the sight of him being right in front of you, still wondering if it’s just a dream.
that said, you’re not given much longer to think about that.
lohen straightens up in a hasty motion, and an arm snakes its way around your waist; before you can really process it, you’re pulled closer, his free hand finding purchase in holding your face between his fingers.
“so?” he grins, only going on after you repeat it in semi-confusion, semi-concern. “i was gone for so long, fought for dear life, even left my squad on the way home just to see you sooner-where’s my reward?”
ah. there it is. the unpredictable lohen. it sure is a relief that he is the same as always, but it’s at the cost of keeping you on your toes at almost all times.
“you’re fucking unbelievable.”
somewhere further down, returning knights walk along the sidewalks of the city. they call for the vice-captain of the fifth company, wondering just where he had hurried off to ahead of them. without their knowledge, they stroll past a certain balcony, carrying two lovers and a secret.
a secret moment that belongs to you and him and alone, with your lips pressed together as the sole witness.
lohen x fem!reader. smut. cock warming. lohen being a menace. one good slap. creampie.
here is part two to what i wrote recently. i also took a bit inspiration from @chai-writes-stuff. their lohen fics are lovely!
"uh, lohen?" you ask hesitantly, glancing at his desk. there is quite the pile of unfinished mission reports stacked on it. and if you remember correctly, you heard varka mention it to him this morning.
"hmmm?" lohen replies casually. he is just as casually stretched out on the couch, his eyes closed and his arm over his forehead.
"don't you think you should finish those mission reports?" you say, raising your eyebrow at him, "varka sounded like he was starting to get a little pissed at you this morning. maybe just this once, you should.."
the sound of a bubble being blown makes you trail off. lohen blows a big bubble, popping it obnoxiously. "nah, i think i will pass," he opens one eye to peek at you, "don't worry, i am using this time constructively," he rocks his hips up ever slightly, "i am deciding to pawn these reports off on."
you would've answered him under normal circumstances, chided him even (though like that would've done anything), but his cock is buried balls deep in your cunt. you see stars, letting out a shaky moan.
he smirks as you put your hand down on his chest to steady yourself, feeling weak in the knees. "be still, bunny, i'm trying to relax," he teases, bringing his fingers down to circle your puffy clit, "besides, we can talk about something much, much more interesting."
"oh..oh yeah?" you stumble over your words, your clit throbbing under the pads of his fingers. your thighs tremble as your walls spasm around his cock. lohen's smirk only widens as he opens both eyes. "what's that look for?" you have good reason to be suspicious when he has a look like that on his face.
"let's see," lohen blows another bubble in thought, popping it after a few moments, "i want to get the time right," he clears his throat, his eyes dancing almost menacingly, "lohen, lohen, mmm, ahh, lohen," he mocks in high pitched moans.
your face falls in utter horror, your mouth dropping agape in embarrassment. "l-lohen..what..?" your hands come up to cover your face. you whimper softly, embarrassed as he presses firmer circles on your clit, making you tremble.
"aw, don't hide your face, bunny," lohen coos teasingly, taking your hands off your face. "it was such a pleasure listening to you. that's right. i heard you masturbating," he cackles, flicking your clit.
your body jolts as you gasp. lohen puts his hand on your hip to steady you as you squirm in his lap. you are horrified to say the least. "lohen, you weren't supposed to hear that, oh my god.." you trail off, barely able to look at him.
lohen rocks his hips again, making you see stars as he pushes his cock into your sweet spot. "how could i not. you were really enjoying yourself, you sounded so cute," your pussy oozes around his cock, and he cackles again. "oh lohen, lohen, don't stop," he further mocks you in a high pitched tone.
your hands fold into fists as you squeak in embarrassment. he is eating every second of this up.
and he just doesn't stop.
"oh lohen, lohen. i'm gonna cum. mm..ahh..please fuck me," he continues, holding you still in his lap. he is being such a little shit, and it was bad enough he is teasing you with his cock as he mocks you, making you want to bounce yourself stupid on it.
again, his mocking meets your ears. "my favorite part was, lohen, lohen make me cum, please," he laughs again, "i could picture your delicate little fingers pumping into your cunt, see your body writhing on your blankets while you cry for my cock."
you force yourself to look at him, and raise your hand. lohen's eyes light up. "oh please, slap me, bunny," he shivers in anticipation, "oh god, lohen, breed me, don't stop, oh god," he mocks more high pitched than before.
it just happened. SLAP! your hand comes firmly across his cheek. you are surprised at yourself. "you are such an asshole, lohen!"
lohen however, doesn't miss a beat. his hand squeezes your hip as he touches his cheek. he shivers feeling the delicious sting. his smirk turns into one of delight as his cock throbs. he lets out a groan. "careful, bunny. i might fuck you senseless here and now for that."
"then shut up, and fuck me, you asshole" your lower lip trembles, but it's not in anger. it's with need. all you wanted all this time was his cock fucking into you. you want him.
lohen snickers, licking his lips. sitting up, he braces an arm behind you, and rolls you onto the couch. he somehow puts himself on top of you without taking his cock out of you. "i know what my bunny needs," he thrusts his hips, tearing a loud moan from your throat, "you need to be bred."
lohen fucks his cock inside you without mercy, drawing a lewder moan from you with each thrust. "that's it," he moans, his rhythm fueled by the tight, gummy squeezing of your walls, " take every inch. filling you is much better than doing boring work."
his fingers find your clit again, making you whine as you rock your hips up into his thrusts. "oh gods, it feels so good!" you moan, dizzy as pleasure curls tight in your core.
lohen laughs breathlessly. "you sound just like the other night. lohen, lohen, it feels so good!" he mocks, angling his hips, and pushing deeper into your sweet spot.
"seriously, lohen?!" you cry out, exasperated. you only receive a snicker as he rolls your clit between his fingers. the pleasure snaps overwhelmingly tight all at once. your body twitches as you whine.
you see stars as your orgasm washes over you. you are boneless underneath him, his cock squelching lewdly in your cunt. you can't stop the moans pouring from your mouth.
lohen watches, captivated as you fall apart. "that's it, bunny. let it all out while i fill you," he trembles as his cock ribbons cum inside of you. he doesn't stop thrusting as cum seeps from your hole. he simply leans down, capturing your lips in a sloppy, open mouthed kiss.
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streamer!lohen x fem!reader. smut. porn with no plot. sex toys. double penetration w/ vibrator. squirting. edging. consensual sexual activity during livestream, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable.
omg i hate how messily written this looks!
"are you busy tonight?" you didn't think such a casual question from lohen would lead to the lewd position you are in now. your wrists are handcuffed above your head, your legs spread wide with a vibrator on your clit.
one webcam is pointed directly between your legs, giving lohen's chat the perfect view of your hole as it oozes, collecting juices on the insides of your thighs. while the other gives the perfect side view of lohen working your cunt over.
he couldn't think of asking anyone better than you to help him out with this stream. the cute, shy nerd on campus he has been wanting to ruin for several semesters.
and you can never say no to lohen.
your thighs shake as vibrations hum agonizing on your puffy clit. you let out a slightly breathless moan of pleasure as your walls spasm empty around nothing.
"look at you shake," lohen coos, circling your clit with the toy, "and so wet too," his eyes flick up to you, a smirk present on his face, "i hope you don't mind if i have a little taste."
putting his head between your thighs, his tongue parts your drooling folds. keeping the toy focused on your clit, his tongue laps at your hole with a soft slurp.
lohen indulges himself for a few moments, generously prodding the tip of his tongue into your quivering hole. "now chat, you want to know the true beauty about these toys?" he asks, sitting up to wipe his mouth. "my sponsor has assured me squirting is guaranteed."
your cheeks heat at his words. "l-lohen..i don't know if i can.." you felt so shy you could barely finish your sentence, barely able to look at him for a moment.
he chuckles seeing your expression. "aw did you hear that, chat? the pretty nerd doesn't know if she can squirt. how cute," he leans his head down, flicking his tongue around your nipple. he sucks on your nipple for a few moments, relishing in your squirms as he massages your clit with the bullet.
"with this toy in particular, it has several vibration settings," his finger flicks over the button, "perfect for keeping the more submissive types weak and needy."
you whine as the delicious vibrations on your clit die down. the haze of your building orgasm suddenly stops. your hips rock sinfully up to grind your clit on the toy, desperate for stronger stimulation.
shutting the bullet off, lohen sets it aside for another toy. he picks up a long, curved g spot stimulator. "i am told tapping is the key with this toy," he explains, pushing the curved dildo inside your cunt. lewd moans tear from your throat as your cunt stretches to accommodate the toy. you shake a little as the curved tip rests into your g spot. lohen holds it there for a few moments before tapping his finger on the toy.
your body jolts as your back arches off the bed. lohen pumps dildo inside your sloppy cunt, tapping and rubbing it against into your g spot at various intervals.
you twitch as you feel an unfamiliar pressure building up behind your core. lohen flicks his finger on the button, and you cry out as vibrations suddenly assault your sweet spot. your body melts as the haze of your dying orgasm builds again.
"don't get too comfortable," lohen chirps gleefully there is a dark glint in his eyes as he angles the toy deeper into your sweet spot, making you see stars. "i have one more toy to use."
you whine as your orgasm is cruelly ripped away from you again. he shivers seeing the look in your eyes. the power he has over your orgasms are quite addicting.
you lie there, breathless and panting quietly. your cunt is spasming empty around nothing, and your eyes can't help but drift down to lohen's cock. how good it would feel to have his cock pounding into you..
"think you can take more?" he teases as he picks up a thick, ribbed dildo. turning the toy on, he circles the tip teasingly around your nipple, making your clit throb as you squirm.
you moan, digging your fingernails into the palms of your hands. "please, just fuck me now, lohen. please, i'll beg," your body is tense with the desperate need to cum.
pleasure bursts white behind your eyes as lohen stretches your cunt on the dildo. "this particular toy is designed for double penetration," he laughs softly in excitement, resting the dildo against your g spot, "you'll be squirting on my cock as well."
you let out a sob of pleasure as lohen pushes his hard cock in next to the dildo. "finally, finally," you babble as your pussy stretches to accommodate both.
"such a tight little slut," lohen moans, bottoming out snugly next to the dildo. "i'll fill you full while you gush for me," one hand comes to clasp around your wrists, rattling the chain on your handcuffs. "stay nice and still for me, bunny."
his hips snap into yours, pushing the dildo into your sweet spot with his cock. you whine as the pressure building up behind your core intensifies. "that's a good girl, just let it happen," he coos, letting go of your wrists in favor of playing with your clit.
you are helpless to hold it back as the pressure releases. juices come flooding out around his cock, aiding lohen in fucking both his cock, and the dildo deeper inside of you. sobs tinge your moans as your orgasm follows a few moments later.
boneless, you weakly keep your legs spread for him as he grasps your hips. thanks to the ample stretch of your cunt, you feel every pulse of lohen's cock as it empties inside of you.
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