Hi everyone! I love Luuk Herssen soo much and I don't understand why there's so little written about him, so I had to do it myself
I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes, because English is not my native language and I'm using a translator. It may distort the context and confuse words
Tags
Overstimulation, age difference, breeding, cunnilingus, squirt, cowgirl, fingering, Mdom to Msub, aftercare, cuteness, shyness, medical examination
It was slowly getting late in Lahai-Roi. By this time, the academy was almost empty, with only a few departing professors, students in the library and idle robots.
You walked through the empty and spacious hallway and the last rays of the setting sun warmed you pleasantly. Looking at you from the side, it was easy to see that you were sterss and stiff. The reason for this behavior was him - Dr. Luuk Herssen.
Your relationship had long since crossed the line of propriety. He was twice your age and if anyone found out what he was doing to you, he'd be fired at the very least. But it was precisely this that fueled your interest in each other.
Your lower stomach began to tingle as the door to his office appeared in front of you. You grabbed the handle and hesitated to open it. You nervously adjusted your hair, smoothed out your skirt, and straightened your shirt. Your mind was filled with possible responses from Luuk, but you couldn't find the courage to confront him. Even in your thoughts, you couldn't stand up to him.
Your determination was completely shattered when the door suddenly opened. Luuk was clearly waiting for you. He smiled sweetly, took your hand, and pulled you inside. The click of the lock snapped you out of your stupor. You were alone now, and no one could stop you.
"Hi, my golden girl" he kissed your palm and pulled you close for a tight hug. (he calls you "golden" because you specifically add golden items to your looks, such as a bow, rings, and hairpins).
"Hiii, I've missed you," your anxiety gradually subsiding and a sense of calmness filling you. Luuk always had a special aura that was impossible to ignore. After all, he was a doctor and should be able to make people feel at ease.
"Me too, you have no idea how much," he whispered these words into your lips, giving you the first kiss of the day. He kissed you gently and slowly, making your insides flutter. His tongue intertwined with yours, and his strong hands moved down to your waist. In these moments, you became impatient and pliable, so you grabbed Luuk by the collar of his coat, trying to pull him closer. However, he broke the kiss.
"Take your time, darling. I have other plans for you today," he winked at you. "I'd like to perform a checkup," he said seriously, stroking your shoulder.
"But I feel fine! I'll feel even better if you continue," your naughty hands stroked his muscular chest.
"Yes, you rarely complain, but numbers don't lie. It's important for me to keep track of my good girl's condition," he took your hands in his and squeezed them. You couldn't resist him, and you didn't want to, so you agreed. "It's going to be something special, you'll love it."
You were lying on a medical bed, your legs spread wide and your inner thighs were covered in bites and hickeys. You were completely naked, except for a shirt that covered your swollen and needy breasts. Luuk was sitting across from you, observing this beautiful sight that he had created. His eyes were glowing red, and a self-satisfied smirk crossed his face.
"Let's start with your pulse," he finally said, and his voice, low and seductive, made your skin tingle. He picked up a cold stethoscope from the table and placed it on your chest, deliberately brushing his hand against your nipple. You let out a small gasp, and your heart rate increased. "You have a fast heartbeat, my darling," he said, listening to the beat of your loving and willing heart for a few more seconds before taking your breasts in his hands. He massaged them in a way that was reminiscent of a gynecologist's examination. "It's all good here, and the reaction..." He pinched your nipple slightly, causing you to arch towards him and moan, "is beautiful," as he gently placed his lips on your right nipple. He looked down at you, circling his tongue around it and sucking it in deeper. You gripped his shoulders, tilting your head back and exposing your breasts even more. He pulled away from your nipple with a wet sound, immediately moving on to the other one.
"Luuk..." you breathed out, starting to rub your hips against each other. Your arousal had reached its peak.
"What is it, sweetheart? Is something bothering you?" he whispered the words against your skin, placing a final kiss in the valley between your breasts.
"Please, touch me there," you impatiently took his hand and tried to lower it lower, right between your legs. Luuk didn't mock you and obediently complied with your request. "You're right, your pussy needs to be checked too." In the next instant, he pulled the glove off his right hand with his teeth, throwing it away. You squirmed under him. His fingers, index and middle, parted the folds and plunged into you. You were so wet and hot that it entered without the slightest resistance, going all the way to the hilt. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of being filled and you moaned his name languidly.
"Mhm...", Luuk exhaled in satisfaction, pressing perfectly on that spot inside you. "I noticed that you're tense," Luuk continued, his fingers entering you rhythmically, making wet and sloppy sounds. "I'll help you release it," he chuckled softly, sending shivers down your spine. His thumb found your clitoris and began tracing lazy, teasing circles around it.
"Luuk..." you moaned louder, clutching the sheet with your free hand. "Luuk, please don't stop."
"I wasn't planning to, golden girl," his voice lowered. "This checkup is very important for you."
Your pussy started sucking his fingers, you wanted so much more, you were so insatiable. His voice responded to your body language and whispered right in your ear: "Relax, I'll do it myself," after these words, he added a third finger, and the pressure on clit increased. He began to enter more intensely, deeper, precisely. He wanted to drive you crazy.
"Luuk!! I'm... right now...", your brain has been shut down for a long time and it was difficult for you to formulate thoughts. All the focus was on his movements, his gaze. You loved coming from his fingers so much.
"Come on, show your doctor how well your body works"
The orgasm hit you like a strong wave, and everything was swimming in front of your eyes. You screamed his name, not holding back, forgetting where you were, arching and squeezing around his fingers. Luuk didn't stop, prolonging your pleasure until the last cramps subsided.
He carefully pulled out his fingers, brought them to his lips and licked them with obvious pleasure. "The taste is normal, within the normal range, but I think I should try it directly." Luuk sat down in the chair opposite, his hands resting on your calves, gently feeling the muscles and moving up to your thighs. His lips kissed the places where he had left red hickeys.
You raised yourself on your elbows, trying to look serious. "Are you sure?" Your voice was quieter than you wanted it to be, almost a whisper. You bit your lip, feeling your cheeks flush with embarrassment. He'd done this many times before, but it still felt like the first time. Instead of answering, he lifted your legs onto his shoulders and lowered his face to your pink and swollen pussy. "Of course, sweetheart," and without waiting for you to respond, he darted his tongue from your entrance to your clit.
You couldn't hold yourself up on your elbows anymore, so you fell back on the bed. It was too sensitive after the first orgasm, and Luuk knew it. He wrapped his lips tightly around your clit and began to suck on it vigorously. Every movement of his lips sent shivers through your body. When you tried to wrap your thighs around his head, he would ease up, releasing the sensitive nub from his mouth to continue licking it lightly. Occasionally, he would move down to collect the juices with his tongue and return to your clit.
"You're so sweet, I could do this forever," he mumbled into your pussy, making you drip even more. Then he thrust his tongue deep inside, flipping your insides. He licked you so thoroughly, so deeply. The second orgasm began to build faster.
Luuk could feel you getting close. Your cunt was clenching around his tongue. So he sped up, his tongue working nonstop, making you lose what little sanity you had. You grabbed his hair with your hands, probably hurting him, but you couldn't control the force.
"Ahh, Luuk.. I'm going again..."
You tried to close your thighs because you couldn't take the intensity. But Luuk wouldn't let you. His hands, strong and confident, gripped your thighs, keeping them spread, preventing you from closing them. He pressed you against the bed, leaving you completely helpless beneath him.
"No, golden," he breathed into you, his tongue never stopping. "Don't clench. Come for me."
This was the last straw. You arched your body towards him, your head thrown back, and your eyes darkened. You moaned loudly, unable to control yourself. In the next moment, you felt a hot liquid flowing out of you. The squirt hit his face, splashing onto his tongue and drenching the sheets beneath you. Instead of pulling away, Luuk moaned into you, greedily absorbing your juices. He continued to lavish attention on your throbbing clit, prolonging this beautiful moment.
When you finally went limp, Luuk raised his head. His face was shiny, and he was wet from you. He licked his lips, looking down at you with eyes that burned with crimson triumph, and smiled that same smug smile.
"My good girl," he whispered hoarsely, leaning down and kissing your slack, open mouth, letting you taste yourself. "You're a miracle."
"Luuk, this is too much for me," you were still shaking, but you could speak calmly. "I didn't expect this from you."
"I wanted to surprise you," he said, stroking your cheek. "But we're not done yet, my golden girl" Luuk quickly unbuttoned his trousers. You were captivated by the sloppiness of his movements, as his fingers fumbled with the zipper. You realized that he had been aroused all along, but he had refrained from showing it. Your desires were more important to him than his own.
Finally, the zipper gave way. Luuk pulled down his pants and underwear, freeing his poor cock. It was thick and engorged, with a wet head that slowly dripped a clear drop of pre-cum, hanging like a thin thread. You slowly looked from his cock to his face, and he looked so lost. His eyes, still burning with red desire, lacked the smug confidence he had used to push you to the brink moments earlier. There was no power. Only a hunger for you. Only a plea for touch. Only the desperate desire of a pitiful puppy.
"Luuuuuk," you said affectionately, wrapping your hand around his cock. He let out an unrestrained sigh, and his hips instinctively moved forward. You didn't want to torment him; you just wanted to give him the same pleasure he had given you today. Your movements quickened, and your hand firmly gripped his cock, while your other hand massaged his heavy balls. His moans grew louder, and you could see his cheeks reddening. "Luuk, lie down," you commanded without letting go of his cock, and he obeyed. You got up from the bed to make room for him, and only then did you notice the wet spot left by your two orgasms. However, you chose not to dwell on it, as your lovely Luuk had already laid down with his arms spread out. He was open to you and trusting in his pleasure.
You straddled him, loving the fact that you were riding this grown man. You were the only thing he could think about right now. You rubbed your pussy against his cock, mixing your wetness with his. Luuk arched beneath you, a long, shuddering moan escaping his lips. His hands gripped your hips, not to guide you, but because he didn't know how to handle the intensity of the sensation.
"Please, golden girl," he whispered in a hoarse, strained voice. "Please, don't torture me." You nodded, placing your hands on his chest. You lifted yourself, guiding the head of his cock to your entrance, and slowly began to lower yourself. Luuk bit his lip, throwing his head back, and a sheen of sweat appeared on his forehead. You took him into you carefully, feeling him throb inside you and tremble beneath you. Once you were accustomed to the sensation, you began to move. First, smoothly, completely releasing him and sliding back in one motion. He whispered compliments, admired your vulgarity, and moved his hands erratically, trying to touch every part of your body.
The feeling of him filling you sent a warm and pleasant shock through your belly, and you couldn't help but start riding him faster, sinking so deep that your hips slammed against his waist. You bounced on top of him, feeling his fingers dig into your ass. He tried to control you, moving and thrusting his cock into you. You merged into a single dance of your heated bodies.
The rhythm became completely frantic. You were no longer in control, just riding him, gasping for air, feeling the future orgasm twist inside. Luuk under you lost the last remnants of self-control, he moaned loudly, desperately, breaking into sobs, shouting your name mixed with incoherent "yes-yes-yes" and "please".
"Can I... cum... inside you?" Luuk had trouble forming long sentences, and he kept repeating each word as he tried to complete the sentence. You didn't worry about the possibility of pregnancy, as he was a doctor and would take care of it. You desperately shouted "Yes!" because you wanted to be filled. You wanted to feel his warm cum deep within your womb.
"Let's come together, please!" you said in a breathless voice, kissing and biting his chest, neck, and ear in between. Instead of answering, he pulled your body closer, holding you tightly by the waist and kissing your breasts, which hung perfectly over his face. This was the final straw. You screamed, feeling a small explosion inside you. Your cunt began to contract rhythmically around his cock, and Luuk, sensing this, finally gave in.
He came deep inside you with your name on his lips, which turned into a soft whimper. You felt the hot jets of cum filling you, thrust after thrust, as he pulsated in time with your own contractions. You were shaking, small and uncontrollable. You collapsed onto his chest, unable to keep your back straight.
You lay in this position for a while. He didn't pull out of you, wanting to stay inside your tight pussy for a while longer. Sometimes he would kiss your temple and stroke your back. You almost fell asleep from the tenderness and exhaustion, but his voice woke you up.
"We should get going, it's getting late," he said into your hair, inhaling the remnants of your perfume and the scent of your wild sex.
"Well, I don't want to. It's nice here," you said, burying your face in his neck, wanting to stay in this cozy moment forever.
"It's going to be even better at home, I promise," Luuk managed to say. His cock slowly withdrew from your body, and the remaining cum flowed out of your pussy. You both laughed at the sight. The sheets and mattress beneath you needed to be washed, but you didn't want to think about it right now. Luuk finally stood up and began pacing around the room. He grabbed tissues from one shelf, towels from another, and soaked them under the sink. First, he quickly wiped his cock, which was slowly relaxing and drooping, and then he approached you.
"Let me take care of you," he said, giving you that warm smile he always had for everyone, but it meant more to you. He wiped you gently, not at all like the way he had gripped your thighs a few minutes ago, leaving marks. His movements were tender and respectful, and the contrast made your heart ache. "By the way, I can tell you that you're completely healthy after your checkup," he chuckled, kissing your forehead. You broke into a gentle smile and hug him. You were still naked, but it was more of a high level of intimacy and respect for each other than it was about passion.
When you were fully prepared and dressed, he took your hand and led you out of the office, locking the door behind you. The academy was completely empty, so you didn't feel the need to hide. You walked alongside him, flirtatiously, while he carried your bag, and you discussed the events of the past week.
Once you arrived home, he prepared a hearty dinner to restore your energy. You spent the evening watching funny shows on TV, interspersed with kisses. You eventually fell asleep together. You lay curled up by his side, his arm wrapped tightly around you, providing comfort and security. Despite the challenges, you were his golden girl, and nothing would stop him from making you happy.
It's mostly a cute fanfic about him, with a hint of a sequel. And there's a bonus at the end ^-^
I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes; English isn't my native language, so I'm using a translator.
And please forgive me, because I am paranoid that the translator uses words that are inappropriate for the context, but I see that you still like it. I'm very pleased!!!
How perfect it was - Luuk loves to shower you with candy, and you have a sweet tooth. He always carried about 10 in his pocket to give to a sad student, a good colleague, or to eat himself on particularly tough days. And for you, he always selected candies individually, based on your mood.
When you're sad and tears are welling up in your eyes, Luuk pulls you onto his lap. First, he gently strokes your hand, whispering soothing words. While you share your worries with him, he quietly unwraps a small candy behind your back. After a desperate monologue, you pause because all your strength has disappeared. Your lips are parted because your nose is stuffy from the endless flow of tears. Luuk takes advantage of this to push the candy into your mouth. At first, you resist, because you're already weak, and then he does something against your will, but the bright chocolate taste shifts your focus. The hard shell cracks from the force of your bite and liquid chocolate flows down your throat. It coats your entire mouth and penetrates the very heart, hiding the sadness within. He treats you a few more times and brings you a glass of water. And suddenly you don't feel so sad anymore.
When Luuk is sad, he hides it. He thinks he should be your rock, but he forgets about himself. You noticed his mood a couple of days later, when he started coming home late at night and going to bed with a sloppy kiss on your forehead. You didn't question him, but toiled all night, making his favorite coffee candies. The next morning, you greeted him with breakfast in bed. Luuk's hair was prettily tousled, his sleepy eyes barely blinked, and his voice hypnotized you with its sleepy huskiness. As he tasted the candies, a glistening tear formed in his eye. Luuk was weak before your care. Later, he would thank you with the longest and most sensual kisses, but for now, his favorite coffee flavor became a new memory of you.
When you're mad at Luuk, he doesn't argue or try to prove a point; he just pulls you into a hug, refusing to let you escape. You hiss something spiteful and shove him in the shoulders, and he waits with a patient smile for your ardor to subside. Only then does Luuk hand you a caramel candy, its stickiness soaking up all the anger and bad words. You roll your eyes but accept the treat. And you don't want to be mad anymore, unless it's on principle. So you kiss him on the cheek, but you still pout.
When you're having fun and simple jokes don't make you laugh as much, Luuk uses his new invention: voice-altering lollipops. The first time you tried them, you weren't expecting anything special, but when you decided to thank Luuk, you burst into laughter at your own rough, bass voice. At that moment, his squeaky voice echoed, mimicking you. The effect of these fruity candies lasted for about five minutes, the whole time you laughed nonstop. That's when you decided you had to play this prank on your close circle, so that the enticing sweetness would deceive those who trusted you.
When you and Luuk do something together, especially something you're unsure of, you start to feel ashamed of every action. You might mix up your words because you spoke too quickly, hand Luuk the wrong thing he asked for, accidentally drop something... You'd blush almost immediately. In those embarrassing moments, Luuk always has a sour belt rainbow. The taste of it was like a shot of confidence, your tongue turning the color of your cheeks. You knew you had nothing to worry about when Luuk was around.
When Luuk wakes you early in the morning at your request, you turn away from him in disgust, but this man is persistent. He'll nudge you until you finally get up and start kicking. In response, Luuk will pat your head and give you a strong mint gum, the taste of which will reach your very brain and awaken every part of your body. It's a sneaky method, but it always saves you from being late.
When Luuk wants you, you can tell by his eyes. The soft squint of his bright red eyes sends shivers down your spine and a surge of desire between your legs. Lately, he's stopped directly saying "I want you," instead handing you a candy wrapped in a playful red wrapper. The first time you tried it, you were taken aback by the tasteâdark chocolate and cognac. At first, Luuk laughed at your reaction, but realized how much your surprise turned him on. Now, it's become his special pre-sex ritual. The candy tastes bitter at first, but then the alcohol spreads warmth across your tongue, descending lower into your chest and stomach, causing the blood to rush through your veins. You stare at each other for a second before melting into a wet kiss.
(Bonus: Sometimes, when Luuk eats you out, he plays with your pussy with a lollipop, rubbing it over your labia and clit, and then licking you vigorously to keep you clean and satisfied. And if you twitch too much, he'll push the little candy right into your cunt. You were constantly embarrassed by this, but it made you cum so much faster)
wuthering waves ⢠SOMETHING OLD, SOMETHING NEW, SOMETHING GOLD TO REMEMBER YOU
luuk wants to see you one last time before you leave lahai-roi.
ft. luuk herssen x f!reader
wc: 4.1k
đ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
warnings: self-indulgent & canon divergent. a pinch of angst. yearning luuk (shocker!) and use of ichor that most likely contradicts canon. did i mention this is canon divergent? â explicit smut. soft & unprotected sex. cunnilingus. handjob. table sex. (kinda) praise kink. mid-coitus explicit confession. luuk loves it when you pull his hair. i think the aftercare is cute hehe <3 no fucking, just making love đââď¸ â not proofread!!
notes: FIRST EVER SMUT FIC !!! iâd been wanting to try writing smut for a while now & i think this turned out much better than i couldâve thought <3
notes 2.0: whimpering wastes â whimpering luuk â ugh⌠the only psychiatrist that makes me more mentally illâŚâŚ i need him
despite the far distance between the academy and your destination, you run your motorcycle at a leisurely pace, taking in the scenic landscape of lahai-roi bathed in the sunlight of spring and committing to memory as much of it as you can.
thereâs a heaviness pressing down on your chest as you count down the days before you have to leave. you try your best to stay in the present, as per lucillaâs advice, and go through your remaining days one at a time. and you can attest to its effectiveness.
that is until you receive a message from luuk on wavesline.
luuk herssen: hi, golden girl.
luuk herssen: are you free?
luuk herssen: we havenât had the chance to catch up. iâm at the âworkspaceâ if youâre up for it.
you: as long as you have waffles
luuk herssen: consider it done.
you: then iâm on my way!
luuk herssen: haha. iâll see you soon
luuk herssen: :-)
itâs only then that the full extent of your reality sinks in and you become painfully aware that despite the time youâve spent with him, youâve never addressed⌠well, non-threnodian-related matters.
and you canât blame luuk either. none of the recent occurrences seemed to be the right time and place for your personal woes.
soon, you spot luukâs silhouette from a distance where he waits by the shore just outside his secret workspace. you hit the gas and at the revving of your engine, luuk turns to your direction, immediately beaming at the sight of you.
âyou didnât have to wait for me out here,â you tell him as you hop off your motorcycle.
âi wanted to,â he says with a shrug. âhi.â
âhi.â
luuk steps aside, outstretching a hand towards the entrance that leads to his workspace. âafter you.â
as soon as youâre inside, a odd sense of homesickness washes over you. your eyes roam the space, taking in the dim hallways faintly illuminated by the huge monitors scattered about, the thousands of books that crowd every shelf in the room and even more of them stacked on the floor. youâve always been aware of them but itâs only now that youâre truly noticing.
having coming back from the voidspace renewed your perspective and brought about newfound appreciation for the most mundane of things. one wrong move can take every bit of their normalcy away from you.
you relish in the stillness of luukâs private space, a stark dichotomy to the chaos that awaits you outside.
âi didnât think iâd see this place again,â you speak, simply thinking out loud but luuk responds anyway.
âwe all knew youâd make it back. it was just a matter of when.â
you grin at him. âyou have too much faith in me. maybe i should do it again.â
âiâd prefer it if you didnât,â luuk banters but thereâs truth underneath his playful tone. still, it gets a chuckle out of you. then with conviction, he adds, âyou know weâd all find a way to get you back, one way or another. no other outcome would do.â
luuk states it as if rescuing you was solely a collective goalâand it was. but when neither of you say anything after that, the silence hangs in the air and a voice nags at the back of luukâs mind.
if i am to lose you someday, at least, let me choose how.
when the quiet becomes too much to bear, he changes the subject. âhowâs aemeath?â
âsheâs fine. better than i expected, actually. itâs like she was never gone.â you briefly pause to ponder over your next words, âshe told me sheâs going to stay in startorch for a while to finish her studies. can i ask you a favor?â
âiâll look after her while youâre away,â luuk promises, already hearing your unspoken request.
âthank you.â
you smile at him warmly but luuk notices how it doesnât quite reach your eyes. with a voice much quieter than before, he asks, âhow are you?â
âiâm⌠okay. i mean, aemeathâs back so mission accomplished for now. but dealing with everything else, it gets heavy sometimes,â you admit, âbut i also know iâm not carrying it alone.â
ânever,â luuk promises.
you stare at each other, eyes charged with something both of you are too careful to name.
âi know you didnât just ask me to come here for the waffles,â you jest. âwhat is it?â
luuk chuckles, mostly to himself. âitâs nothing.â
âyou said it yourself, this place doesnât have ears. you can talk to me.â
âi was just wondering how long before i see you again.â
seemingly embarrassed by his admission, his gaze drops to the floor as he digs his hands into the pockets of his coat. you hear the faint rustling of plastic wrappers and you realize heâs fiddling with the small stash of candy he carries everywhere, a futile attempt to release his nerves into something.
an epiphany dawns on you. for the first time in a long time, luuk, who is known for his steady calm and composure, looks completely vulnerable. so emotionally bare and unguarded in front of you.
âif it makes you feel better, iâm not forgetting you this time,â you quip in attempt to keep this conversation lightâeven youâre starting to crumble under the weight of your reality, if youâre being honest. but even if you canât control the cards youâve been dealt with, you can still choose how you play them. âluuk, iâm still here. we can still make the most of our time before i go. you can miss me later.â
with the courage heâs never been able to muster before, he reaches for your hand. âiâm afraid the second you walk out of here, iâll miss you already.â
âyouâre making it really hard for me to say goodbye, you know?â
luuk chuckles. âi wasnât planning on making it easy.â
then as if an idea pops into his mind, luuk takes off his glove, revealing the tacet mark across his palm. you never really had a good look at it up to this very moment and to say youâre mesmerized is an understatement.
under what looks like an open wound, you see his golden blood flowing and radiating from within. you wait for an explanation from luuk but it doesnât come. so with bated breath, you watch as he wills his ichor to take shape right before your very eyes. you throw a quick glance at his face but his expression remains neutral, gaze fixed on the aureate liquid as it solidifies in his hand.
you donât get the chance to ask what it is because soon, held between his fingers is a gold ring.
luuk gives it a quick inspection until heâs satisfied with it before covering up his tacet mark with his glove once more. with your permission, he takes your hand and slips the band onto your ring finger with utmost care.
âluuk?â
he canât help but grin at your confusion. âiâm not proposing. itâs just⌠something to remember me by.â
he knows solaris is far from seeing the end of the lament but without the threat of aleph-1 striking lahai-roi anytime soon, perhaps he can allow himself the indulgence in the thought of living a future where youâre both happy and free to give into your heartâs desires without the guilt for acting so selfishly. a future where neither of you still have to tiptoe around your feelingsâitâs distant but not impossible.
and as long as youâre alive, thereâs no reason for it to not exist.
maybe that sliver of hope can be enough for now.
âperfect fit,â luuk murmurs. he continues to toy with the gold ring on your finger before bringing it to his lips for a delicate kiss.
you twist your hand so your palm cradles his cheek and almost instinctively, he leans into your touch, basking in the one thing he begrudgingly craved since your reunion. at least, in the privacy of his workspace, he can let himself have that.
no words seem accurate for the emotions swirling inside you so you donât say anything at all. you slide your hand to the back of his neck and pull him in for a chaste kiss. when you feel his breath hitch at your sudden gesture, you giggle against his lips.
just as youâre about to pull away, he recovers from his daze almost in the same instant, his hands immediately finding purchase on your face as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss. the second you match his fervor, his grip descends to your waist before it settles on the small of your back to pull you flush against him.
you gasp at the closeness, feeling the warmth eminating from him in a way you never have before, and luuk takes the opening to slide his tongue into your mouth, pouring all unspoken feelings into it.
for someone with hands so nimble and precise, luuk isnât sure how to hold you, the tips of his fingers trembling along your curves as he maps out your body and burns it into his mind to the best of his abilities. not once in his life did he think he could ever have you so pliant in his hands.
âluukâŚâ you breathe out as you melt into his touch.
luuk backs you up to the nearest wall as his lips move away from yours, trailing down your jaw and along the expanse of your neck, his wet mouth leaving goosebumps in its wake. you raise a hand to the back of his head, tugging his hair at times as the pleasure spikes within you and he hisses at the delicious sting, reciprocating it immediately with a light nip at your skin before he soothes the spot with a stroke of his tongue.
a moan slips out of you and whatever it is that still tethers luuk to his sanity is now completely severed.
he pulls back for a brief moment and with his teeth, he takes off the glove that doesnât conceal his tacet markâdespite your forgotten memories, youâre certain that it is the hottest thing youâve ever seen in your long life. unable to contain your arousal, you take it upon yourself to bring your lips together once more, moaning into his mouth when he slides his bare hand between your legs.
ânghâŚ.. luuk.. pleaseâŚâŚâ you whine, gyrating against luukâs fingers over your bottoms to chase your release but heâs perceptive to your needs. without pausing his ministrations on your core, his kisses move lower until heâs on his knees, his mouth just about where you need him the most.
with his face now level with your crotch, he groans at the sight of it glistening with your slick. he wastes no time ridding you of your lower garments completely and burying his face between your legs. he licks a fat stripe between your folds before his lips latch onto your clit, humming in satisfaction at the taste of you.
overcome with pleasure, your hands begin to pull at the tufts of luukâs hair more aggressively and it only spurs him on. you almost double over at his vigor but heâs quick to lift your leg to his shoulder and stabilize you.
it doesnât take long before youâre teetering over the edge, your climax fast approaching and it only intensifies when luuk slips his tongue inside you. you scream his name and itâs almost instinctive the way youâre pulling him further into your pussy and humping against his face. still, luukâs pace doesnât relent. along with the lewd cries that escape you, his groans and the smacking of his lips against your squelching cunt fill the room.
the last thing you feel is luukâs hand squeezing your thighâa signal for you to let go for himâthen youâre cumming, gushing into his mouth which stays latched onto you as he slurps up your juices, down to the very last drop. only when you start whining from overstimulation that he pulls away from you.
setting your leg back down, luuk gets up on his feet and youâre grateful his hands donât let go of you. otherwise, your knees wouldâve given out.
you momentarily shut your eyes in exhaustion, resting your head on luukâs shoulder as you try to catch your breath. you hear him whisper, âhold onto me.â so you do. you snake your arms around his neck and his hands move to the back of your thighs to lift you up.
next thing you know, heâs carrying you to another room and sitting you atop his desk. âtired?â
if youâre being honest, you are but youâre not going to tell him that. not when you feel his bulge poking at your thigh.
without a word, you simply slide your hands away from his neck, moving at a slow descent and over the ridges of his abs, relishing in the way his muscles contract under your touch. after a few agonizing secondsâfor luukâone of your hands settles on his belt while the other palms him through his trousers.
âtake it off,â you tell luuk and he obliges in a heartbeat, pulling down the waist of his slacks along with his underwear just low enough to free his erection. the instant your grip closes around his girth, he lets out a guttural moan. he turns putty in your hand, leaning against your body as he nuzzles into you where he groans into your neck.
you give his cock a few pumps before he starts bucking up in your hand, lost in the pressure of your touch. with your free hand, you gently pull him by his hair so youâre face-to-face and you take in his current stateâhis glassy crimson eyes, his flushed cheeks and swollen lips, all beautifully framed by his blonde locks that now stick to his skin with sweat.
âyou look so good like this,â you whisper in his left ear before giving his helix earring a soft tug with your teeth. something snaps in him at the praise and soon, heâs closing a hand over yours, guiding your grip to tighten around him. his head drops to your shoulder once more as occasional whimpers fall from his lips and straight to your core.
with your fingers in his hair, you rake your nails lightly against his scalp and his body immediately shivers at the sensation.
âhngâŚ. feels so good,â he shamelessly moans as his hips speed up frantically. after a few more thrusts, you squeeze his cock, ultimately giving him the release heâs been chasing. as he spills into your hand, you feel his load spurt over your thighs.
you donât let go of him but he doesnât seem to mind as he stays snuggled into you, heavily panting against your skin. and the warmth of his breath does nothing but add to the ache you already feel in your nether lips.
desperate for any relief, you urge luuk to step even closer, bringing his tip to nudge against your clit and you both shiver at the contact. despite having just reached his climax, luuk grows hard once more. he removes your hand from his length, taking it upon himself to slide it between your folds, spreading his cum with it.
as you throw your head back in pleasure, luuk lies you down on his desk with his body hovering over you then he takes your swollen lips into a searing kiss. the friction of his cock against your core doesnât cease and he happily swallows the moans you spill into his mouth.
ângh.. luuk pleaseâŚ..â
âtell me what you want.â
you spread your legs wider, making as much room for him as you can. âput it inâŚâ
luuk doesnât need to be told twice. he slowly sinks into you and as soon as the head breaches your hole, you moan in unison. when heâs finally enveloped in your warmth, your back involuntarily arches at the same time luuk curls into you, both of your desires being taken to new heights.
âare you okay?â luuk forces the words through his teeth because truth be told, heâs not faring any better. while you take your sweet time getting used to his size, heâs losing his fucking mind at the tightness of your walls around him.
after a few seconds, you trap him between your legs again, locking your ankles together to keep him as close as possible before youâre motioning for him to move.
the first roll of luukâs hips is slow, almost experimental. still, it almost knocks the wind out of you.
âdoes it hurt?â luuk asks through labored breaths.
you simply shake your head, pulling at his hair for the nth time just for the sake of holding onto somethingâanythingâbefore you completely lose your wits and succumb to the fullness only he can provide. âkeep going.â
luuk thrusts a few more times before the discomfort turns into unadulterated pleasure and he finds the rhythm that has you whimpering beneath him. a constant stream of curses spill from both your lips, the sounds of your skins slapping and your wanton moans now completely unrestrained and it doesnât help that luuk eggs you on, âfeels so good inside youâŚâŚhngâŚ.â
âluukâŚnghâŚ. just like thatâŚâ you babble on and on. the sight of you unraveling like this and itâs because of him awakens a new hunger in luuk. he grips your waist as he picks up the pace, eliciting more obscene noises from you, âfuck- right there⌠ahh!â
your grip on his hair doesnât loosen even at the slightest and thatâs enough to tell him heâs doing something right. he hits the same spot inside you over and over, the desk beneath your bodies scraping against the floor in time with his thrusts.
in the split second you regain lucidity, your focus shifts on the man before you. the man you never allowed yourself to adore until this moment. you canât help but wonder what memories you chose to erase but maybe itâs true what people sayâwhat the mind can forget, the heart never does.
itâs the only explanation you deem logical as to why after your âfirstâ encounter, there was already a brewing connection you couldnât resist and youâve been irrevocably drawn to him ever since.
before you can contain your emotions, tears already well up in your eyes and luuk doesnât fail to notice.
his movement slows down, his visage now etched with concern but you immediately ease his worries, pulling his face down to crash your lips together as you thrust up into him, making him gasp into your mouth. without a second thought, you blurt out, âi love you.â
luukâs brain momentarily short-circuits at your direct confession. this isnât the ideal situation he had in mind but heâll be damned if he doesnât say it back.
âi love youâŚâ he resumes his pace with renewed passion as he rolls into you deeper. âi love you⌠fuck- âm so in love with youâŚâ
ângh..love youâŚ.. so muchâŚ.â you chant, as you repeatedly lift your hips to meet his thrusts.
keeping one hand on your waist, he brings the other hand to intertwine with yours.
his eyes once again land on your finger, now adorned by the glimmering gold that came from the very ichor that flows through his veins. a fleeting thought comes to mindâeven if neither of you spoke your love for each other out loud, he wonders if words are truly needed at the moment. or even at all.
because what could be a bigger act of love than the irony of his blood being that of the gods yet here he is, completely at your mercy?
âiâm yoursâŚâ the words slip out of him before he can stop them. he captures your lips again, pouring into the kiss all the love heâs harbored for you, hoping itâs enough to make up for when you leave until youâre back in his armsâhowever long it takes. âiâm all yours...hngâŚ. never been anyone elseâsâŚâ
his words only fuel your arousal and tears continue to fall from the corners of your eyes at the pleasure. as you inch closer to your climax, you wind your legs around luuk, digging your heels into his buttocks to push him even deeper into your cunt.
âluuk- ughâŚ.âm so closeâŚâ
ânghâŚfuck⌠me tooâŚâ luuk begins to crumble under the overwhelming sensation of your pulsating walls, his hips becoming erratic as he continues to plow into you. his hand once holding your waist flies to your crotch as his thumb rubs fast circles on your clit. âlet go for meâŚwanna feel itâŚâŚ..â
soon enough, youâre crying out from the toe-curling orgasm, coating luuk in your essence as you continue suck him in and his release shortly follows, pumping a few more times before his body tenses up and he spills inside you, filling you up with his seed.
as if all life has been sucked out of him, his body drops onto yours, almost smothering you with his weight but youâre too exhausted to care. for a moment, you bask in each otherâs embrace in silence, save for the huffs from your lips.
luuk is the first to speak. âstay tonight.â
âokay.â you donât think twice granting his wish. âi canât go back to the academy looking like this anyway.â
luuk puffs out a laughter. âlet me get something to clean you up with.â
he finally pulls out of you, giving you a quick peck on the lips in apology when you wince at the sudden emptiness.
for a moment, he leaves the room and comes back with a washcloth in hand. upon noticing his jeans already fastened back to his waist, you assume heâs cleaned himself up so you sit up to take the cloth from him and do it yourself but he moves it out of your reach. âjust sit still for me.â
he leaves you no room to protest as heâs already crouching down before you and with delicate hands, he begins to wipe off your mixed fluids that have now dripped out of you and made a sticky mess between your legs.
as if his ichor-made ring is enough surprise for one day, he proves you wrong by suddenly fishing out your stained underwear from the pocket of his coat. you shoot him a look, an eye brow raised dubiously, but he just shrugs.
âi couldnât just leave it there,â he explains, cocking his head to direction of the hallway where he just had his first taste of you. âthe floorâs dirty. thatâs unsanitary.â
the feigned seriousness in his tone pulls a hearty laugh out of you. âright. because everything we just did was so hygienic.â
right away, you notice heâs only wearing one glove.
âwhereâs the other one?â you ask with genuine confusion but he only looks at you knowingly, a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. glancing past him, you crane your head just far enough until you see his glove on the unsanitary floor of the hallway. you snort at his hypocrisy. âso much for being sanitary.â
âi only wear that on my hand. this, howeverâŚâ he trails off, sliding the underwear up your legs for you, before he continues, ââŚgoes here.â he shoots you a wink as he places a lingering kiss on a spot on your inner thigh thatâs dangerously close to your crotch.
youâd be lying if you said youâre immune to his charms. judging by the boldness in his expression that only becomes more and more blatant with each passing second, you can tell that he, too, knows exactly his effect on you.
resisting the urge to jump his bones, you wilfully ignore the throb between your legs and give him a playful kick on the shoulder, creating some space between the two of you as he stumbles backwards. with a laugh, he holds onto your ankle for support before standing upright.
luuk leans into you, closing the distance with a kiss thatâs more innocent this time. you canât help but smile against his lips when you mumble, âyou said you love me.â
âi do,â he reiterates in between kisses. he refuses to pull away until you take it upon yourself to break the kiss then a cheeky grin stretches across your face. âwhat is it?â
âiâm hungry.â
luuk is briefly stupefied before heâs smiling himself, amused by you. he simply shakes his head at your implied request but his gaze is nothing short of adoring.
âiâll go get your waffles.â before luuk turns away, he places a soft kiss on your forehead as he teases, âso spoiled.â
Can I request a fic with Luuk x reader who has oral fixation? Luuk notices that his s/o is biting their nails (a little bit of a projection from my side hehe) so he gives them something else to suck on (ŕšďšŕš//)
this idea is so good anon, thank u! also i really missed writing luuk :( if only wp hadn't removed my luuk fic </3 but oh well. hope u enjoy this lil crumb ^^
𣲠18+, luuk always has a better idea to help his beloved drop their bad habits
the heavy oak doors of luukâs office clicked shut. you didnât even look up from the sprawling mess of resonance theory documents and tacetite mutation reports scattered across the desk. your brow was furrowed, your teeth catching on the edge of your thumbnail, gnawing mercilessly at the nailbed as you desperately tried to memorize the risk factors of frequency instability. it was a nervous habit, an oral fixation that always flared up when you were stressed out.
luuk sighed as he walked in, tossing his jacket over a chair. he looked exhausted, running a hand through his hair, but the moment his eyes landed on you, his expression shifted.
âyouâre gonna make them bleed again,â luuk murmured, his voice low as he crossed the room.
you blinked, pulling your hand away from your lips. âsorry. i wasnât thinking.â
luuk just hummed, coming around the edge of the desk. his fingers gently caught your wrist, lifting your hand to inspect your bitten nails. he clicked his tongue, a soft, chiding sound. âif you need something in your mouth that badly to focus,â he said, his thumb brushing over your damp skin, âyou should just tell me.â
before you could even process the shift in his tone, he was guiding you out of the chair. he backed up a few steps until his shoulders hit the wall of the office, leaning against it with a casual, heavy sort of dominance. his hands moved to his belt, the metallic clink echoing loudly in the quiet room.
âcome here,â he ordered softly, his eyes darkening as he looked down at you. âiâll give you something better to suck on. something that wonât ruin your hands.â
you froze for a split second, your heart hammering against your ribs. you were completely caught off guard by the sheer suddenness of it. you sank to your knees, still processing the rapid shift in his mood, but luuk wasnât feeling patient enough to let you take your time.
before you could even lean in fully, his fingers tangled roughly into the hair at the back of your head. he tugged, just hard enough to make you gasp, pulling you forward and flush against him.
âopen,â he demanded, his grip tight and unyielding.
you obeyed instinctively, taking him in with a muffled sound of surprise. the shock melted into a consuming heat as luuk immediately took absolute control. he wasnât gentle. his hips snapped forward, setting a grueling, ruthless pace that left you scrambling to keep up. his fingers twisted tighter into your hair, using you exactly how he needed to.
the sheer force of it had your eyes watering instantly, tears spilling down your cheeks as you gagged hard around his thick cock when he hit the back of your throat. choked, wet sounds tore from you with every deep thrust, drool leaking messily from the corners of your stretched lips and dripping down your chin onto your chest. your hands gripped his thighs desperately for balance as he fucked your throat with relentless dominance, the obscene gluck sounds filling the quiet office.
luuk suddenly slowed his thrusts, keeping his cock buried deep in your mouth as he looked down at you with a dark, teasing smile.
âfocus, baby. letâs see if you can still think,â he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. âfirst question⌠what is the primary compound of a discord?â
you let out a muffled, breathless sound, your eyes watering as you struggled to pull your mind away from the overwhelming heat. luuk gave you just enough space to gasp for air.
âtacetiteââ you choked out breathlessly.
âgood,â he praised, immediately taking control again and guiding you back down into the heavy rhythm. ânext one. what is the main risk of frequency instability?â
he set a shallow, teasing pace while waiting for your answer, clearly enjoying the way you struggled to string a single thought together. you whimpered, your mind completely hazy from the overwhelming friction and lack of oxygen. he pulled back again, just a fraction.
âo-overclockingââ you managed, panting heavily.
luuk groaned in approval and pushed your head back down, rewarding you with long, punishing strokes.
âthatâs my clever one,â he cooed, his voice dripping with satisfaction. âone more. where does an echo stabilize on the body?â
this time he kept you under longer, enjoying the way you fought to focus while he drove you right to the edge of your limits. when he finally let you up, you were a messy, tear-streaked wreck.
âthe⌠tacet markââ you gasped.
âperfect.â luukâs voice dropped into a dark growl. his grip in your hair tightened sharply as his control finally snapped. a deep, guttural sound tore from his chest, low and unmistakably dominant, followed by a rough, heavy groan that vibrated through him. he held your head firmly in place, his breathing turning frantic as he ruthlessly chased his heavy release, keeping you pinned completely still until he was entirely spent.
you stayed perfectly obedient, taking everything he gave you until his breathing finally started to slow.
as the haze started to settle, the room fell quiet except for his ragged exhales. luukâs grip in your hair slowly loosened, his fingers turning soft as they stroked through your messy strands. he let out a low, breathy chuckle, looking down at you as he lazily patted your head.
âwell? how is it?â he teased, his voice dripping with rough satisfaction. âbetter than your nails, right?â
you looked up at him, dazed, eyes glassy and lips parted. you nodded obediently, still a little out of it.
luuk smirked, dark and possessive, and patted your cheek twice with his slick fingers.
Sorry for disappearing for such a long time. I had a ton of studying to do, but now I'm free
I've got plenty of ideas for future fanfics, especially about Luuk Herssen. So get ready, I'm planning to post more often!
I want to apologize in advance for any mistakes; English isn't my native language, so I'm using a translator
song: ZERTAL - ice (slowed)
You sat by the academy's main entrance, absentmindedly scrolling through your social media feed. You and Luuk had arranged to meet today, and you'd already been waiting for him for about ten minutes. He had warned you he'd be late, saying he was preparing a pleasant surprise for you, so instead of being annoyed, you simply killed time, paying no mind to the noisy stream of students around you.
The sudden roar of an engine jerked you out of your thoughts. You winced at the surge of indignation. Motorcyclists had always annoyed you -Â the kind who felt it was their duty to deafeningly "rev" their engine in front of a girl, expecting enthusiastic shouts. You nearly rolled your eyes, ready to shoot a scornful glance at yet another tactless rider. But instead, you froze in mild shock.
On a black motorbike polished to a mirror shine sat Luuk. A dissonance erupted in your head. You were used to seeing him in perfectly pressed medical scrubs, patent leather shoes, and that same gentle, ever-present smile. But now, before you stood a completely different man: a black leather jacket hugged his shoulders, accentuating the line of his back and arms; dark jeans clung to his hips; and on his feet were heavy boots with intricate lacing. He held his helmet in one hand, resting it casually on his knee, while the wind ruffled his fair hair, tied back in a charming little ponytail.
You looked into Luuk's eyes. In them burned a boyish, daring spark -Â a flash of adventure he had spent years hiding behind the mask of a reliable doctor. His playful, slightly provocative gaze slid across your face, lingering on your lips for just a fraction of a second. Your heart skipped a beat, then began to race. You felt yourself falling in love all over again with a man you thought you'd known your entire life.
Luuk tilted his head to the side, inviting you to join him. Flustered by the sudden rush of emotion, you carefully approached him, gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and settled comfortably onto the back seat. He turned toward you, took the helmet, and, before putting it on, ran his palm over your hair, tucking away the stray strands. You loved it when he touched your hair, so a shiver ran down your nape. Then, he carefully lowered the helmet, fastened the chin strap, and lightly tapped the crown of your head with his finger. Then, you heard his calm voice briefly explain the safety rules: hold on to him tightly for the entire ride, and, if at all possible, try not to grope every accessible part of his body.
The engine came to life with a deep, vibrating rumble, and the bike glided smoothly away. The Academy slowly faded from view, and only its majestic dome remained visible from everywhere. The voices of people died away one by one, giving way to the silence of Lahai Roi. The road wound through emerald hills, wrapped in a light haze of clouds. Now and then, solitary trucks sped past. Somewhere in the distance, tiny human figures flickered: some tending to animals, others strolling leisurely around, and the sight exuded peace.
After covering some distance, Luuk began to brake gently at the top of the mountain. Ahead, the road turned into a winding serpentine. He turned around to you, lifted the visor of your helmet, and you met his gaze. Luuk warned you about what he was about to do and asked you to hold on tighter. Then, he lightly touched his helmet against yours, as if kissing your forehead, and took the controls once more. The engine roared, and in an instant, you lurched forward at tremendous speed.
Luuk took the first turn sharply and confidently. The motorbike leaned hard, and you felt the ground rushing closer toward your bodies. A sudden flash of fear exploded within you and, to escape the pain of a anticipated crash, you pressed yourself against Luuk with your entire body. Your knees squeezed his thighs, and your hands darted beneath his jacket, hiding there and clinging to the fabric, to the warmth of his body.
Luuk, however, was the embodiment of unyielding focus. His palms gripped the handlebars tightly, his back was tense, and his fingers methodically worked the throttle and the brake. He took corners sharply and exited them flawlessly, straightening the bike each time. His riding spoke of not only considerable experience but also a colossal responsibility for you. And, despite his serious façade, hidden beneath his helmet lay his true emotion - a playful smirk, because it warmed him to know that you trusted him without reserve.
The rest of the descent was less extreme, and you took the turns more carefully. Now, it felt less like a wild drift and more like a smooth glide. The serpentine ended in a straight road, disappearing into the boundless beauty of the landscape.
Luuk slowed to a minimum, allowing you to savor the boundless expanse of the fragrant fields. A trail of herbs and wildflowers enveloped you, like a weightless veil.
You spread your arms like a bird released from a golden cage to meet distant lands. Streams of wind glided through your fingers, kissing your palms with coolness. Your gaze snagged on the watercolor horizon. The cornflower-blue sky hypnotized you, and for a second, you truly felt as though you were flying. Freedom seeped right into your soul. And you inhaled deeply, allowing serenity to blossom in your heart.
Luuk pulled you out of the moment with a light stroke on your thigh, leaving behind a trail of fleeting heat. You were entering a wide, dark tunnel, so you had to hold onto him once again.
The sunlit sky gave way to underwater landscapes. The glass walls of the tunnel stretched ahead, revealing an entire sea hidden beneath the earth. Schools of multicolored fish swam all around, their scales shimmering with neon hues. Winding plants reached toward the surface with massive green-and-purple leaves. And on the very bottom rested stones of whimsical shapes, covered in a velvety layer of underwater moss.
Luuk sped up, and the engine responded with a low rumble that echoed through the tunnel. Your hands gripped his sides tighter, and you felt the heat of his body radiating through the leather of his jacket. You pressed your cheek against Luuk's back, gazing at the flowing stained-glass scene: golden sunbeams, turquoise water, and the acid-bright inhabitants of the sea.
The thought flashed through your mind that this route was no coincidence. Luuk had planned every detail: he began with a leisurely ride through the scenic places of Lahai Roi, then threw in a sharp descent down the serpentine, and finally concluded with an underwater tunnel leading straight to his secret home.
A warm wave of gratitude rose in your chest. You chose not to distract Luuk with words -Â the wind and the roar of the engine would have stolen them away anyway. Instead, your fingers trembled on his sides, then slowly glided along his ribs. You stroked him tenderly, pouring into the gesture everything that flickered within your soul: delight, tenderness, and a boundless love for this amazing man.
Luuk didn't turn around, but you felt his back tense beneath your cheek. And that was answer enough.
The tunnel ended abruptly. The motorbike burst from the watery half-darkness into the soft, pre-sunset light. The sun was already hiding behind the horizon, painting the sky in pastel tones: pink, peach, and lilac. The heat of the day had given way to a pleasant evening coolness.
Luuk evened out his speed to normal and rode the motorbike smoothly, almost lazily, allowing you to fully take in the quiet, slumbering world around you. You remained pressed against his back, imagining what you would do together that evening.
Soon, you pulled up to a mountain whose peak pierced the sky. And here, on the ground, in its very depths, lay his home. Secluded, hidden from prying eyes. Only you did he trust enough to let inside, into the place where all of his life resided: his scientific research, his sorrowful past, and the cozy home you had created.
Inside, the house welcomed you with warmth and the scent of wood. Luuk led you into a spacious room where a fire already crackled in the fireplace. Tongues of flame cast dancing shadows on the walls, and in their golden light, everything felt so homey and soothing.
You settled onto the wide sofa. The throw blanket, draped casually over the backrest, soon enveloped you both. You sat with your back pressed against his chest, feeling how steadily and deeply he breathed. His arms encircled your waist, and every now and then he touched his lips to your temple, the crown of your head, your cheekbone. They were light, weightless kisses that sent a lingering, sweet warmth spreading through your body.
You turned your head to meet his gaze, and he, unable to hold back, kissed you for real this time. His tongue slowly explored your mouth, savoring your soft, sweet lips. In the fireplace, a log crackled softly, and sparks shot upward, as if echoing what was igniting between you. His palm slid up your back, his fingers tangled in your hair, and the kiss grew more insistent, more commanding. You turned your whole body toward him and settled onto his lap, and the throw blanket slid to the floor, forgotten and unneeded. The flames of the fireplace outlined your silhouettes in gold. Outside the windows, the night deepened, warm and profound. But inside this house, time seemed to stand still, and the beauty of the day was flowing into something new, with that same hint of a reckless drift and heady freedom.
Luuk has a habit of giving out candy. You'd like one too.
Entirely self indulgent. Might be ooc.
The day started out like any other day. Except, Luuk couldn't shake off the feeling that someone was watching him as he went about his day on campus.
In the morning, he made his rounds in the infirmary.
âNo no no. I absolutely hate needles.â
âHere, have a candy, it'll distract you from the pain.â
From the corner of his eyes he saw a familiar mop of hair ducking down behind the front desk. âMiss you really shouldn't be here.â His lips twitched.
At noon, he strolled around the campus grounds.
âI can't believe I failed the mid term exams..â
âGetting an A minus isn't a failure. Here, have a candy. You did great.â
Then he heard it. The unmistakable rustle of leaves from a nearby bush. Considering that there wasn't any wind, it wasn't particularly hard to figure out what was happening behind the suspicious bush. He had to clear his throat to hide a smile.
In the late afternoon, he had lunch at the canteen.
âI can't believe he broke up with me. Over text!â
âHe didn't deserve you. Here, have a candy.â
From the corner of his eyes, he saw a familiar individual hiding their face behind a tray. Considering half of her face was visible, she wasn't doing a particularly good job. He snorted.
On his way back to his office, he ducked behind one of the school buildings. It didn't take long before hurried footsteps echoed behind him.
3⌠2⌠1âŚ
There you were. Panting. Eyes scanning the area frantically.
âLooking for something? Or someone?â
You froze. Slowly, you turned around.
âIt's nice to finally meet my stalker.â
âI haven't been stalking you.â
âSure you didn't.â
He reached over to pluck a fallen leaf out of your hair. The horror on your face finally broke whatever restraint he had left. Luuk burst into laughter.
âIâll have you know, I was doing a study.â
âOn me?â
Lukk pointed to himself, brow raised, head tilted slightly in amusement.
âYeah. You gave candy to sick students.â
âMm-hmm. Indeedâ
âYou gave candy to stressed students.â
âMm-hmm. Well spottedâ
âYou gave candy to broken-hearted students.â
âMm-hmm. Great observational skills.â
Your voice got softer as you spoke.
âBut youâve never given me candy ever since we started dating.â There it was. The small pout on your face as you took your frustrations out on a small pebble by your feet.
âYouâre jealous over candy?â
âNo.â A pause. âWell, just slightly..â He stared at you. You stared right back. A minute passed. Then two. âFine." You crossed your arms. "Yes. I am jealous.â
âDidnât think you needed it anymore now that you have me.â The candy wrapper crinkled as he reached into his pocket.
âAlthough, if you insist..â You perked up, eyes shining with anticipation.
Unwrapping the piece of candy, he smirked as he popped it straight into his mouth.
âY-youââ Before you could start an entire rant about girlfriend privileges, he leaned down.
His lips were soft. Warm. For a moment, your mind went blank. Then something hard nudged against your lips. Confused, you parted them slightly. Immediately, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. A familiar burst of citrus spread across your tongue. Lemon candy. The very thing that you had been sulking over all day.
"C-can't breathe..." Your fists thumped weakly against his chest. Instead of letting you go, he only pulled you closer, nipping playfully at your bottom lip. His little way of getting back at his stalker.
Satisfied, he finally pulled away, steadying you with a hand at your waist when your knees threatened to betray you. Now, suddenly, the issue didn't seem to matter to you any more.
Hiding your face against his chest, you tried and failed to suppress your smile. Gently lifting your face, his tumb brushed across your kiss-swollen lips. âWould you like some more? Strawberry flavour tastes pretty good too.â
notes: luuk herssen x reader, medical assistant/graduate, helping him with his documents during a rough day and getting a private moment of comfort
author's notes: ahh!! my debut post n it's luuk... as it should be
With a heavy sigh you place the pile of documents right next to the other ones on Luuk's desk, wiping your forehead from the effort it took to move the files from the other side of the infirmary to this one.
A smile on your face as he looks up from examining a report and looks you over. "Tired?" He asks, already reaching into his pocket to pull out one of his oldest tricks; offering a piece of candy.
You nod a bit in response and laugh quietly at his usual strategy. "Mm, am I like the rest of the students here to only get some sweet?" You question as he raises his eyebrows at you before the corners of his lips turn up. "Now, now... What happened to my strong, tough assistant?" He teases and pockets the original reward he wanted to give you. He leans back in his chair and gives you one of his charming grins.
"Still right here, just exhausted and craving some affection." You answer as you cross your arms, your expression shifting into an expectant one.
He appears to take the hint and gets up from his seat to walk over to your side and wraps his arms around your waist. "My apologies, sweetheart. I can't deprave you of my attention for too long, hm? Otherwise you'll get a bit feisty." You merely sigh and return his embrace, your hands resting at his nape. His boyish charm never once faded.
"What can I say? I do have the most brilliant and handsome doctor to call my boyfriend..." You say with him laughing at the implications. "You think I'm the most handsome man ever?" He asks with a hint of disbelief, an airy laugh in his voice.
"Why wouldn't you be?"
He seems to blush a bit at the words, kissing your forehead to hide the pink spreading across his cheeks. "Huh. The prettiest being I've ever rested my eyes upon called me handsome." He murmurs as he tugs you a bit closer to him. You rest your head on his shoulder and let the comfortable silence swallow you both.
you werenât sure when your hips had started shifting on their own.
brian wasnât doing anything to prompt it, either. you sat comfortably on his thigh, the sleep shorts you wore bunched up slightly. you were simply basking in his presenceâfresh out of the shower, sore from workâwhen his hand gently traced the hem of the shorts.
you shifted slightly upon his ticklish, barely there touch, and froze. brianâs lips quirked up, but he said nothing. his eyes remained on the screen, tuned to a channel that was playing the texas chainsaw massacre. you pressed your cheek to his shoulder, doing your best to ignore his featherlight caressing.
you did well for a whileâat least you thought you did.
âangel,â his voice was warm, a little strained at the edges, âdrivinâ me crazy over here.â
you looked up curiously, and only then did you notice the burning in your thighs. you glanced down, face heating at the sight:
a dark spot, barely visible against his pajama pants.
âiâm sorry,â you covered your face in embarrassment, moving to stand up and run away. brian caught you with ease, redirecting you back onto him. except this time, he lowered you directly onto his lap.
you felt him pressing against you, hard and wanting.
âhave i been neglectinâ you, sweet thing?â he cooed, hands dragging over your thighs and landing on your hips, âbless your heartâŚyouâre shakinâ all overâŚâ
your breathing quickened as his fingertips barely brushed against the soaked gusset of your underwear, your sleep shorts rendered useless and pulled to the side. âtake these off, hm? itâll feel better,â he coaxed you up, just enough to help you undress your lower half.
you whimpered when your bare pussy reconnected with him. heâd shoved down his boxers and pants, allowing you to grind fully against him. you felt him slide his cock between your legs, nestling it comfortably against your soaked heat.
âi know, angel, i know,â he whispered upon your quiet sounds, âneed me to fix it for you?â
you nodded swiftly, and fell into his body when he began to move you. your folds dragged along the length of him, and brian smiled upon feeling your hands dig into his skin.
âpoor thing ainât wanna tell me she was feelinâ needy,â he mused, slowing his rhythm to allow you to pace yourself. you whined when he ceased, and he grinned something wicked, âaww, canât do it? come on, baby, try.â
brian relaxed into the sofa when you slowly dragged your body along him, bringing you in for a kiss that was all tongue and breathing. when you separated, he slid his thumb between your lips, pushing around your mixed saliva. he messily smeared it down your throat, eyes swirling with desire and utter fondness.
âatta girl,â he breathed when your pace quickened. your whines and tremors were increasing, and he knew you were close.
âam i doing good?â you asked, eyes teary and lips swollen.
brianâs never been so in love.
âthe best, angel.â
you slowed suddenly, and he tilted his head curiously when you shoved him fully against the sofa. he sunk into the cushions, groaning when you lowered yourself onto him.
âdonât wanna cum yet,â you murmured shyly, âwant you a little more.â
âtake all you want, pretty baby,â he encouraged, hands greedily squeezing the fat of your thighs, âiâll lay here all night.â
you smiled nervously, the twinkle of shyness and excitement making his heart flutter.
âgo on.â
and when you resumed your rhythm, your lips parted as he hit deeper and deeper, brian could only smile, groan, and take it.
i personally think that lohen wears the choker he has on his neck tighter than normal, not enough to suffocate him fully, of course, but definitely enough to feel it. this sadomasochistic fuck. and he'll definitely give you the same treatment in return.
imagine slotting your fingers in between the choker and lohen's neck, only to feel how tight the space is in between after yanking him forward to bring his face closer to you. after glancing down at your hand and back up at him, you both share a knowing look. "what? you curious about how it feels? freak." he grins, snaking a hand up and around your neck with a light squeeze, "i could always satisfy those dirty fantasies of yours, bunny."
so thats how you ended up in this position on your stomach as lohen pinned you down with all his weight and put you in a nasty headlock. you could feel his clothed cock grinding up against your ass as he whispered the nastiest shit into your ear, berating you for enjoying something like this.
"you're so fucking dirty, whining and drooling like some wild animal in heat. fuck, i havent even touched you at all yet," he sneered with a mocking laugh, briefly tightening his headlock as you whimpered, squirming around in his hold.
"i'm gonna absolutely ruin you," he whispered with a sadistic grin.
ááᢠTAGS: Fem reader, alchemist reader, yandere lohen, some plot i guess, aphrodisiac, biting kink, cunnilingus, piv sex, descriptions of blood and injuries. Not proofread. MDNI; blank and ageless blogs DNI.
ááᢠSUMMARY: Despite not being part of the fifth company, Lohen has barged into your life enough for you to grow accustomed to his pecularities. If only he hadn't dragged you too much into them.
ááᢠWORD COUNT: 6.3k
ááᢠA/N: its been a whileee since i last wrote anything genshin related omg lohen really made me write a 6k+ words oneshot dang. the last time i wrote something this long was for flins months ago o_o im going to reward myself with a piece of cake for completing this lmao.
ááᢠA/N II: considering the feedback ive received, I'll rewrite the ending and post it on ao3. Stay tuned | áâ ^. .^â . . . GENSHIN MASTERLIST
You were unfazed when Lohen approached you for a favor.
All he needed to do was charge into your tent, and youâd know what his petition would be.
Pain amplifier potion.
Working as an alchemist for the Knights of Favonius, intricate requests like this one werenât unheard of. Healing potions, stamina enhancers, and soothing brews to rid those pins and needles after a mission; and even though Lohenâs preferred potion wasnât as common as the aforementioned, it was still within the expected.
What did throw you off this time was when he suggested you test it on him.
Like innumerable occasions before, Lohen sat on the wooden table waiting for your cautious care. Coat, waistcoat, and dress shirt tossed to the sideâa much-needed arrangement to tend to the raw gash across his right arm.
Even though you werenât a nurse, for some reason, he preferred your aide. Despite the capable medical team supporting the Knights. Used to his rather quirky tendencies, you didnât bother looking for a rational explanation, given that his eccentric personality preceded him.
âYou mean youâve never exploited its full capabilities?â Lohen leaned closer with an incredulous smile and raised eyebrows. âThatâs like a chef never tasting their own creations! How can you be so sure the potionâs inducing the right amount of pain if you havenât verified it?â
âI just follow the tested and true instructions to concoct. Except for research purposes within the alchemistâs division, we donât stray from standard mixes. These potions are being given to ordinary peopleânot test subjectsâafter all.â
âNot even if I offer myself?â
You exhale and drop your arms by your sides, shooting a pointed look at him.
The petition hung in the air, and you went back to swabbing the flesh with gauze before he had the audacity to repeat it. The antiseptic solution flared a sharp burn across the lacerated tissue upon contact, and where other people wouldâve complained about the pain, an odd-sounding gasp came from Lohen.
âYou know, I just want to make sure that Iâm receiving what Iâm requesting.â
By the time he insisted, the wound had been cleaned and ready to stitch up. The sole reason why you accepted his requests to nurse his injuries was because you had a great relationship with the medical team and you werenât clueless about how to stitch up a wound like this one. In fact, even the knights ought to pass through the basics in case they could help a fellow companion amidst the battlefield. On top of that, youâd be lying to yourself if you said you werenât at least a little intrigued by himâŚ
As you pulled a needle out to stitch his wound, you avoided meeting his expectant eyes.
ââŚI ran out of ingredients for the amplifier, though.â you hovered the needle over the candleâs flame to sterilize it.
âI still have some leftover from the one you gave me,â At your hesitation, Lohen continued. âWell, you donât need to if you donât want to. I can test it on myself on my own.â
Goosebumps tingled on your skin at the mere implication. No stranger to Lohenâs lack of self-preservation, you could envision him underestimating the level of damage he could inflict upon himself. On top of that, no amount of dissuading would rid that idea off him, much to your chagrin.
âYouâre unbelievable.â
âThereâs a hidden pocket inside the waistcoat. Right side.â
You feel across the fabric, and when your fingers bump into the undeniable shape of the vial you gave him a few days ago, you pull it out. The deep violet liquid sloshed within its glass confinement, reflecting the candleâs flame into your sight.
Lohen reached out for it, but before you stretched your arm to offer it, you retracted.
âWhy donât I concoct one less potent?â you held it close to your chest. âThis one could be very well out of your pain thresholds.â
âI doubt itâs worse than any wound Iâve suffered from an ambush.â Before you could hesitate again, he snatched it from you. âAlso, a less potent one? Whereâs the fun in that?â
With a thumb, he sent the cork flying to a forgotten destination.
Devoid of a second thought, Lohen tipped his head backwards, emptying its content onto his tongue until the last drop rolled down the vialâs flange.
âWhatâs with that look? Itâs almost as if the one about to get stitched were you instead,â his lips pulled into a grin and tilted his head to a side. âCould it be that youâre worried about me?â
âStop moving, will you?â
You held onto the sterilized needle, the pointy end inches away from the throbbing skin. Even though this was not your first time treating someoneâs injury, the fact that he was under the amplifierâs influence made you reconsider, but you didnât have much choice. The effects wouldnât end until the next day, and by that moment, itâd be too late to stitch him up.
With the most precise control you could, you punctured through Lohenâs reddened skin, and he took a sharp intake of air. He squeezed his eyes shut, nose crinkling at the outburst of sensations, and you faltered.
âIt could be stronger,â Lohen groaned.
âIâm so done with you. Donât you ever ask me to do this again or Iâll kick you out of my tent.â
âIâm just messing with you. I didnât actually drink the potion; it was grape juice.â
âOhâI swear to the sevens, youââ
âNot going to lie, it was nice to see that you do care about me. Hah, whatâs with that frown?â Your irritation was inconsequential to him, because that infuriating grin of his didnât waver, not even for a split second. After a brief silence of you working the stitches (slightly less careful as you fumed), Lohen didnât backtrack from his previous statement. âBut the amplifier could be stronger. Fatui spies have become more stubborn, and it hasnât been as easy to get information out of them.â
âWhy donât you try something else?â
âAnd what do you suggest? Keep them hostage until they feel like piping up? Iâm hardly enthusiastic about going through the motions of interrogation to begin with,â he played with the vial. âThis little solution Iâve got here gets rid of unnecessary stalling. I trust I can keep counting on you?â albeit the tilt at the end of his voice, you knew better. Â
âI can provide you with the solution for as long as you need it, but regarding intensifying its effects?â
âIf youâre so confident about there being a better way to get them to sing faster, then I may ask your chief alchemist to lend me you on my next interrogation.â
A front-row seat to watch how Lohen terrorizes a lackey? âI was just going to say that Iâll need to gather the plants needed, geez. As I said, I ran out of ingredients.â
With that, your handiwork was done. Even though an actual healthcare practitioner wouldâve had better results, yours was decent enough. Lohen spared a glance at the sutures holding the once-torn flesh together, a pulsating soreness remaining in their wake.
âHow long will it take you? Varka appointed me an offensive operation, and the target must be brought back alive,â Lohen slipped his left arm through the dress shirt hole, and before you could stop yourself, you helped him get his wounded arm through the corresponding one. An action that didnât escape Lohenâs attention and an opportunity to tease you that he seized. âCommitted to a fault, arenât you?â
You wouldnât give him the reaction he waited for, though. Youâve amused him enough already. âIâll have it ready tomorrow.â
âPerfect.â Lohen slid off the table, throwing his coat onto his shoulder. âGood to see there are still competent people around me. See ya.â
The following morning, you embarked on your little journey to restock your ingredients in wooden crates. Even though you would need to drift from the standard procedure to concoct Lohenâs request, the general set of steps were identical; the sole difference would be the main ingredient and the quantity. The specimen skittered along the plain where the Favonius Keep was stationed, and even though it was about an hour-long walk, it was doable.
All you could think of was the mountain of papers that were waiting for you back in Mondstadt. A bunch of research notes longing to transition from scribbles to an actual research paper with its mandated format. It soured your mood.
As you were about to detach the pine amberâs core from the main blossom, a rustling of leaves interrupted your forage.
Since you were, well, in the middle of nature and sauntering around wildlifeâs habitat, you didnât think twice about the sudden sounds. However, it had been increasing, and this time, a chill traversed through you. Rather than going back to what you were doing, you surveyed the nearby bushes and trees and the rock outcrops too. Your watchful gaze lingered atop the shadows by the rock formations, looking out for any unnatural movement.
Not without first sending stuttered side glances, you went back to plucking the core with a hand, while the other reached into your pocket.
A meager beat later, someone barreled against you, driving you into the dewy grass. Pain blossomed in the back of your head upon impact, flashes of white clouding your eyesight.
The culprit in question pinned you into the moist ground, jittery hands enclosing your neck. While dark spots still obfuscated your vision, the manâs bellows were nothing more than nonsensical sounds amidst your stupor. The hand gripping around the handle of your dagger weakened, as did the one grasping his wrist. The world around you threatened to fade into nothingness, a distant thrumming taking ahold of your head as you fought to stay awake.
At the last moment, both sound and sight rushed back in place.
âYou need to help me! Hurry before he finds me!â
Although your arm trembled, your resolve spurred you to grip the dagger again and deliver a decisive slash across his cheek, causing rivulets of blood to trickle down his jaw. With renewed displeasure, his scowl deepened, and he strangled you with rekindled ireâonly for something to catch his attention in the middle of it, and his face paled.
With a curse, he got off you and fled the opposite way.
With painful, hacking coughs, you sat up, oxygen hurrying into your lungs.
He didnât make it far before an arrow shot from somewhere and embedded itself into the back of his knee, tearing away at the muscle and sending blood splattering onto the ground. With a hindered leg, the man stumbled to the ground with a thud.
âI didnât picture you having it in you to lash a blade against someone,â Without stopping his meander, Lohen appeared from behind you, sending you an intrigued glance. âI guess I need to be more wary of you, hm?â
The Fatui agent glimpsed behind his shoulder, crawling away in a futile attempt to escape. The pathetic display earned a scoff from Lohen, who clutched the manâs arm and yanked him into standing up.
âCan you walk?â Lohen paused to look back at you.
âMy head hurts, but I can walk on my own, yes.â you gather your bearings and stand up on your feet, brushing the dirt off your backside.
âGreat. If you feel like we need to stop, tell me. Donât go passing out on me. Who knows if a wild beast finds you before I do when I come to retrieve you.â
âHilarious.â
Even though you didnât lie about being able to hold yourself, there was still some stagger in your walk. Brushing your fingers at the source of the pain sufficed for a wince to emerge, and you assessed your hand, confirming that the warm liquid clinging to your fingers was indeed blood. Your head mustâve smashed against a rock when that bastard plummeted you to the ground.
âI never imagined thereâd be a day where a prey would escape from the vice-captainâs clutches.â You hurried your step to keep up with his, casting him a sidelong look.
âEscape? Oh, noâyouâve got it wrong. I told him to run as far as he could. Right, buddy?â In a mocking imitation of a friendly gesture, Lohen patted the agent on the back hard enough to make him hack a cough. âAs I expected, he didnât get very far, though.â
You wondered why you even bothered asking. In some way, the image of a snow leopard toying with its prey to exhaust it before killing it appeared.
At last, the terrain shifted into a more familiar one: barrels, carts, and red banners with the Knights of Favoniusâs emblem, leaving the endless plains of swaying grass behind you.
âYou can drop by for a visit tonight. Your vial will be ready.â
âMhm. One more thing,â Lohen barely gave you enough time to turn around, as a flask was already thrown your way, and you caught it on time by chance. âYou can use that.â
It was the healing potion you gave him over a month ago. The cap had not been moved until now that you opened the flask to check its state. Some people would assume that it was because he hadnât faced any injuries in the past month, but given your little rendezvous the night prior, that wasnât the case.
You muttered a complaint under your breath, narrowing your eyes to his distancing figure. Every knight received one of these as a precaution, but Lohen shared little interest in using it.
You went back to your tent and started working.
Did you bite more than you could chew? A little bit. By the time you were done with the potion, you were exhausted. Varka had passed by a few hours ago to ask if you would go to the Flagship amongst the rest of the unit, but you turned the invitation down. That was how drained you were.
The stars were already accompanying the moon in the nightfall; in some way, they too kept you company during your studying. Gazing at the night, you jotted down notes and waited for Lohenâs visit.
âYou spend an awful amount of time looking at the sky rather than your surroundings.â
You were short of leaping out of your chair when his hands suddenly appeared on your shoulders.
This was a rather unwelcomed way to greet, so you made it clear by scrutinizing him from head to toe.
âIâm an alchemist, not a knight,â you cleared your throat and placed both your notepad and pencil on the table. He was right that you should be more observant, but it was hard not to engross yourself in your studying, and you didnât want to give him the reaction he wanted. âStudying the stars is part of my duties, after all.â
âNo good. What if someone wanted to whisk you away? Youâd make it so easy for them,â even though his tone remained lighthearted (as lighthearted as Lohen could be), there was this disquieting sharpness in those reddish pupils.
âWhat? Is the someone in question you?â you followed along with his joke.
âDo I seem that untrustworthy to you? You wound me.â
âI can imagine." You brushed him off and reached for the wooden rack lined with vials, pulling his out to place it on his awaiting gloved palm. âThe amount inflicted should be two times stronger. Any more than that, and Iâd have to come clean with Albedo to ask for permission to distribute it to you. Unlikely heâll approve.â
âNeat. Iâll let you know how the trial run goes.â He slipped it into his back pocket.
You questioned yourself if it was a good idea, but it was too late.
âLohenâŚâ you furrowed your eyebrows; that encounter back when you were gathering ingredientsâyou hadnât stopped thinking about it. âDid you really allow that agent to escape deliberately?â
âYes. What about it?â
âNext time you do something reckless like that, make sure Iâm not within the perimeter, you know? If you hadnât arrived on timeâŚâ
Lohen snorted a laugh. âPfft, the agent couldâve taken a boat to another nation, and I wouldâve still tracked him down. In any possibility imagined, I wouldâve arrived on time,â before you could argue, his hand found the back of your head, right where the aftermath of the agentâs attack was. âYou took the potion, right?â
âOf course I did. Your vial wouldnât have been done if I hadnât,â your frown deepened.
âIs alchemy that hard? It looks like youâre throwing whatever into the beaker to me.â his hand abandoned its position on your head.
âIt is hard.â
âI can think of other things that are harder than that,â he snickered. âIs making a pain amplifier hard?â
âItâs not, but since most of the ingredients used are not local to Nod Krai, I had to improvise. On top of that, you canât use it as soon as itâs done. It needs a while to settle.â
âI see, I see. What about an aphrodisiac?â
âWellââ
âHave you tested one out?â his lips quirk up with a knowing smile. âOr is it another case of you blindly trusting something is going to work out?â
âMmhâŚâ your cheeks heated up, taking into consideration the turn of the conversation and what he was implying. âItâs more akin to a case of following instructions.â
âYeah, that much is obvious to me. You do stick to protocols and whatnot,â he tilted your chin up with his finger. âWhy are you looking to the side? Are the notes on your desk more interesting?â
âLohenâŚâ at your call, his grin widened. Could he feel your accelerating pulse through his finger? Why else would he be looking at you this way, with that amused look, hoping youâd take the bait. âAre youâŚsaying that you want toâŚ?â
âI donât know, miss alchemist, you tell me. If offering myself to test an aphrodisiac wasnât obvious enough, I donât know what else will do,â despite the playful edge in his voice, he had taken a step closer and caught a lock of your hair to twirl it absentmindedly.
âYouâre not going to play me again, will you?â
âDo I look like the type to constantly deceive people? Matter of fact, Iâll let you pour it yourself.â he pressed a kiss to the lock of hair.
To some extent, you werenât shocked about how things ended up like this. You had a hunch he, likewise, was as intrigued by you as much as you were by him. The frequent visits to your office before coming here, waltzing into your tent, the little excuses to drop byâŚthere was a particular look in his eyes too whenever you chatted. The funniest part of all was that it didnât bother you.
You extended your arm to grab the aphrodisiac vial awaiting by the rack, but Lohen beat you to it.
âShould I question why youâve got an aphrodisiac on stand-by?â Lohen didnât bother hiding his amusement with that sly curve of his lips. âDo you use it on yourself?â
âLohenââ
âHey, nothing wrong with some self-loving,â he uncapped the vial; however, he didnât place it on his lips, but on yoursâgrazing the its rim into your bottom lip without tilting it. âWhat if you took it instead? Would you show me how you play with yourself?â
ââŚMaybe on another occasion,â you pushed his hand. âYou offered yourself as the test subject, after all.â
âFine by me. Next time, however, you should let me use it on youâŚâ his tone descended; an underlying promise of holding you up to your words. Lying the aphrodisiac into your palm, Lohen curled his hand around yours to guide it towards the enticing pink of his lips. âYou know, just to make it even!â
Lohen tipped his head back, welcoming the liquid into his throat. It was warm and syrupy, leaving traces of a spicy sweetness that clung to his tongue. Entranced by the movement of his Adamâs apple bobbing as he gulped down, you ignored that he hadnât let go of your hand yet.
âMmm, itâs sweet,â Lohen licked his lips.
Without missing a beat, he tugged you forward and clashed his lips against yours, drinking up your gasp. With the way he hadnât hesitated to find your tongue with his and lick into your mouth, you had to balance yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders. Through his adamant display of affection, you tasted traces of the aphrodisiac leftover on his tongue, and even though it was a miniscule amount, it wasnât long before your body reacted to it.
You were running out of breath, but each time you tried to pull away, Lohenâs grip around your waist and wrist tightened. Instead of granting you a second to collect yourself, Lohen chuckled and deepened the kiss, ensuring his mouth swallowed each gasp and moan of yours.
By the time he let go of your bitten and crimsoned lips, you were lightheaded.
Albeit the uncommon tenderness with which he cradled your face, his gaze pierced through your visage with great excitement. Lohen guided you onto your bedroll, claiming his place between your legs. When he leaned down to devour your mouth, his aching arousal pressed snug into your core, sending a jolt of pleasure through your nerves. Lohen was as aware as you that you could feel each other through the fabric and shoved his hips into yours.
âYou like that, huh,â with a breathless laugh, Lohen seized your hips to force your body into meeting his harder. It was strong enough for you to feel his shape. âYou act all demure, but in truth youâve been wanting this as much as me, havenât you?â
âStop teasing me,â you realize he was right when, despite covering your face, you canted your hips upwards too.
âThen donât make it easy.â
Lohen hooked his thumbs under your pants and underwear to slide them off. You werenât as flabbergasted when he exposed you to the air when, suddenly, he lifted your hips until your upper back was touching the bed. In this position, with your calves dangling over his shoulders, not only were you exposed in the most intimate of ways, but Lohen had an intimate view of your need. Bared. Nowhere to hide.
âMmh, as I thought. All nice and wet already,â Lohen drank up the view with his eyes, and at your embarrassment, he pounced on the opportunity to further tease you by blowing on your slick heat. Your body twitched under his attention, and his mirthful laugh sat your cheeks ablaze.
âIs this position necessary?â however strong Lohen was, you couldnât help worrying. On top of that, this position was way too humiliating.
âWhy? Is it mortifying? But if you werenât enjoying yourself, your pussy wouldnât be twitching and drooling like this,â with that, Lohenâs tongue dragged flat up your slit, and you keened at the sensation. Lohen hummed at your natural taste, sending tremors across your already delicate flesh. âSee?â
Lohen dived back into your cunt, tongue darting into your insides and licking into your slickened walls, not even faltering for a second when it got messy, your juices smeared around the corners of his lips. With him clutching your legs open and keeping your knees away from each other, you couldnât do anything more than receive his onslaught. You were confined to his hunger, subjected to a position you couldnât shy away from despite the continuous jumps of your body each time he rolled your clit with his tongue, lapping and wrapping his hot mouth around it to suck.
Not knowing what came over you, you found purchase by reaching towards Lohenâs grayish-teal hair and tuggedâmaybe you wanted to tell him to wait a moment, that you were about to stumble upon the edgeâto which Lohen shuddered into your touch with a riled-up groan. You hadnât believed it would be possible for someone to eat out with such ferocity, but your small incentive (even if unintentional) reignited the zeal for it.
When that last bit of impulse was missing, however, Lohen disengaged from your core. Lohen gazed at you, and you arenât sure if how he licked his lips was to rid the string clinging from your cunt to his mouth or if it was at the tears prickling your eyes.
âWhy are you like this?â you pushed your pelvis upwards to try and get him to give you your deserved reward. You have been entertaining each of his whims, yet he couldnât give you this one to you?
âIt feels so much better when you hold it off, trust me,â he sent a leer across your shivering frame, the mere memory of your taste increasing the tent concealed under his pants. âBut if you really want itâŚyou know, sometimes, you need to force things to go your way. Lock your legs around my shoulders and press me riiiiight into that sweet pussy of yours.â
âIâŚâ
âOr you could just wait until I feel like giving it to you.â
If not for the throbbing coursing fresh through you, you wouldâve taken a more level-headed approach. However, with the way Lohen had left your senses thrumming with pain, through your bashfulness, you ended up enclosing your legs tight around his shoulders to encourage him to get back to work.
Rather than easing you back into pleasure, Lohen picked up with the same intensity before he had abandoned. The harder you yanked at his hair, the harder he would draw your nub into his mouth. In turn, though, he would dig his fingernails into your skin. It wasnât deep enough to cut you, but if he gripped you any firmer, it would. Notwithstanding that, the sinful combination of the tenderness from a denied orgasm, pleasure, and pain sent you spiraling towards your orgasm faster than expected.
Thus, with one last devilish flick of his tongue into your clit, you came undone.
Seconds ticked by, and your tremors diminished with each one that passed. Lohen, on the other hand, wasnât as merciful and instead of letting go, remained snug in your hole. Gathering the slick with the tip of his tongue, sliding it along the sensitive lips that dripped with your lustful overflow.
âSee? That wasnât difficult,â Lohen sat your lower body onto the bed again, and you heaved a sigh of relief. Your heart tripped over its own beats; the world he had opened to you had left you speechless in a way that was both good and disastrous. âHahaha! Youâre still out of it?â at your silence, Lohen tapped your cheek to force you back to reality.
 âLohen, what about you? The aphrodisiacâs still in your system andââ
âRelax, weâll get to that in a minute. My, I hadnât pictured you to be this needy in bed,â That earned him a swat on his arm from you. A swat that earned you nothing, because he enjoyed it. âCome here. Itâs your turn to make me feel good. Youâve got no complaints, right? If you do, Iâll have to put you through it a second time for good measure.â
âThatâs not necessary,â you sat up. Had Lohen given you the best orgasm of your life? Lying would be a disservice to the effort he went through, so yes. Did you want to be manhandled into the most mortifying position he couldâve given you oral in, though?
Lohen leaned back and parted his legs, giving you a thorough view of the bulge tenting his white pants. It had grown twice in size since the last time you peeked at it before he got you in that daunting position.
Since he had come here without his cape and waistcoat, it wasnât long before he discarded his dress shirt. You had been sitting there, watching him undo button per button, baring his lean torso to your attentive stare. Thanks to the training regime knights underwent, there was a considerable amount of muscle on his overall lean frame.
 âHah, why are you so far? Are you afraid Iâm going to bite you?â
âYou already did. When we kissed,â you deadpanned, but found yourself inching closer to him. With caution, you placed your hands next to him and leaned in for a kiss. Lohen lunged into your lips, followed by a grunt when you caught his bottom lip between your canines. âLike that.â
He didnât allow you to retreat, instead capturing your waist while his other hand unfastened his trousers. This was about to become another kiss in which youâd have to bargain for at least one mouthful of air if the way his lips locked on yours was anything to go by. In the meantime, once the fly was unzipped, he pulled his length out of its confinements. He guided your hand to it, making you squeeze and stroke him. He was running hot, scorching thanks to the aphrodisiac. Sturdy. Unyielding. Each time your thumb brushed on the drooling tip, heâd furrow his eyebrows and groan into the kiss. Due to pent-up pleasure, the aphrodisiac had had him leaking into the fabric.
A small gasp forced its way out of you when Lohen found your cunt, thrusting a finger as deep as he could go. From your previous release, your walls and inner thighs were drenched alike, and with the rough handling he delivered to your aching core, more arousal leaked, trickling down his knuckles.
As he found a comfortable position between your legs, you couldnât help sneaking a peek at his cock. Slender, long, and straight. Lacking a curve, it would be ramming into the innermost reaches of your body without mercy.
Of course, your not-so-sneaky peek wasnât fast enough to go unnoticed by Lohen. âYou seem a little distracted.â
Lohen gripped his cock and nudged it into your folds, smearing the head with your juices. Every time it glided up, it would prod your clit and reignite your need. In a situation in which heâd keep dangling your satisfaction in front of you like a carrot tied to a stick, his patience ran thin and jutted his body forward, his length opening space into your insides.
He pushed and pulled, with measured thrusts. At first. Seeing as he had prepared you and met little resistance when he slid into your cunt, every sense of self-control turned into nothing but an afterthought. Lohen kept his arms taut next to your head, looking down at you with a half-lidded observation, taking in every twist and turn of your expressions. His pelvis impelled into yours with the intent to ravage, sweat clinging to the sides of his face from the speed.
âYou look spent, sweetheart. Tsk-tsk-tsk, not good,â his chest heaved with a breathless laugh. âShould I train your endurance?â
You didnât have the mind to process the actual implications of his words, succumbing to the most basic of instincts. Yet, that didnât deter him from lifting one of your legs to pass it over his shoulder, positioning it next to the other one. This slight change of position made you tighten around him, increasing the intensity of his unforgiving plunges into your cunt. Moreover, the change in angle made it so he would brush against an overly sensitive spot in your walls, making you arch your back and moan his name.
Thanks the sevens everyone else was away from the camp; there was no way you wouldâve been able to hold your voice in with the way Lohen rammed into you, sending your torso to slide into the bedding each time he pushed and pulled.
You were convinced that it couldnât get more maddening, but the moment his fingers brushed your clit, all you could do was grip the sheets to ground yourself, and the obscene slapping of skin mingling with the sounds of enjoyment made the entirety of your being heat up further. Nevertheless, the outburst consumed each thought you couldâve had as your second orgasm raced to that finish line, and the snug enclosing of your pussy sped Lohenâs too.
Seeking a sense of closeness beyond the lust, your last resort was to reach towards Lohenâs hand. For a moment, you thought heâd ignore it, since this kind of tenderness wasnât something characteristic of himâbut at the very last second before you reached completion, he grasped it in his scarred hand.
You squeezed it so hard you thought youâd break his bones when your orgasm struck. Even through his own, Lohen didnât stop moving, riding the dwindling release until all but the faint thrumming was left. It wasnât until he let go of your legs and you finally rested that the angle allowed for his hot cum to ooze from your battered cunt. You didnât meander too much about that, as you had worked on your fair share of contraceptives before.
After a while of Lohen pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck, he pulled away.
Limp on the bedroll, your breathing evened out. Suddenly, your bed was the comfiest it had ever been, and the seconds between your blinks stretched more than normal. You followed Lohenâs movements with your eyes, which became droopier with exhaustion with each passing second, until you saw him climb on top of you again, making your once stabilized pulse to rattle again.
âDidnât you promise Iâd get to play with you next?â
ââŚRight now? Arenât you tired?â
Rather than receiving a verbal answer, Lohen grabbed your face and pushed his thumb into the side of it, forcing your mouth ajar. It wasnât until the distinct bitterness of a pain amplifier coated your tongue that it punched you out of your dreamlike haze to sit up and cough.
âOops, wrong one.â Lohen fiddled with the empty vial in his fingers.
âSeriously? Please get out of my tent.â
âKicking out a partner after such passionate sex? How unromantic,â Lohen finished buttoning his pants. He reached for his dress shirt next. âIâve got some unresolved business with you, however.â
You scramble to get dressed too while Lohen stepped closer, his slow footsteps sending every panicking signal to sear through you. With practiced ease, Lohen cornered you with his trusted dagger. The blade glinted beneath the moonlight as the end pointed in your direction. Waiting a centimeter away from you.
âI need you to do one thing. Iâm not asking for much, am I?â without letting go of you, he made you walk toward your desk and sit on the chair. Standing behind you, he slid a sheet of paper and your quill before you. âWrite a letter about how an emergency back home has made you retreat sooner than predicted. Addressed to Varka.â
You glanced at the paper, then at the quill, and then you craned your neck to peer back at him. His eyes had never looked this dull before to you, but despite how devoid of light they were, you still had in you the will to refuse. Seconds ticked by, and the silence within the tent suffocated you with each accelerated beat of your heart.
Notebooks, stacks of papers, and a potion rack stumbled upon the floor along with the desk in your scuffle to put space between Lohen and you. You gain the upper hand for the same duration that a blink of an eye lasted, much to your dismay. Lohen slapped his hand around your arm to grab you, the slight echo reverberating, mirrored the smallâyet painfulâpulses at the impact. A simple action that forced a yelp that wouldnât have occurred otherwise without the aid of the amplifier.
âOho, I see youâre not going to make it easy. I like that!â he twisted your arms behind your back to secure you in place, his hot breath tickling the side of your neck. You grit your jaw when you feel his mouth lock by your pulse, sucking at the sweaty skin to leave a mark. Furthermore, the way he kept pressing into your backside, and you felt a rather prominent feature poking into it⌠âYou know what? Since this has been all too easy, why donât we turn it up a notch? Yeah, letâs heighten the stakes here. Run as far as you can. Didnât I say I wanted to train your endurance too? Let me see how long you can make it before I catch you.â
With an insignificant shove, he let go of you.
Tears rushed to your eyes and with clenched fists, you snapped an aggrieved glare at him. You didn't dare linger there lest he changed his ming, and fled from there.
You made it to the road by the Favonius Keep and onto the other side. You called at the door of the Lightkeeperâs outpost, to no avail. You head to the second closest outpost available, and in the lack of an answer, you realize that youâve wasted precious minutes. This lack of Ratniks meant that they must be somewhere fighting the Wild Hunt, but trying to trace them would be counterproductive and would also place you in harmâs way. Heading towards Piramida was a bet against time too, and seeking a hiding place amongst the sharp edges and rocky formations near Kipumaki Cliff was a surefire way to get wiped off the face of Teyvat by the Wild Hunt. This isle didnât bless you with a bunch of options, meaning that youâd have to place your sights yonder.
There were no sources of light if you strayed from the road; murky shadows lingered to enwrap anything that dared to wander into the vast, forlorn plains of swaying grass by the fleeting imprints of civilization. To traverse the solitude that stretched across the wilderness to make it to the shore where, hopefully, a humane fisherman could take you to the where the ocean met the sky and beyond was necessary if you wanted a chance at escaping the clutches of the vice-captain.
Yet, what chance would you have, when not even a trained spy could outrun him?
lohen wants u to choke him content | nsfw, fem!reader, pet name used lit once, estab relationship, masochism, short drabble
âcâmon bunny, donât be shy,â he cooed. âjust imagine iâm a big, scary monster.â
lohen hovered on top of you, his face and body inches from yours. with every sigh of mockery he made, you shuddered from the intensity.
âiâiâm not gonna do that,â you rasped quietly. âchoking? lohen, youâreââ
you cut yourself off. of course lohen was crazy. you had no right to act shocked.
he chuckled. every sound he made only felt like a shivering taunt. itâd make your heart bristle every single time.
with those fogged, dazed, red eyes, he stared right into you as he said, âare you scared youâll hurt me? hah, iâm flattered.â
before you can say anything â process anything, he flipped the two of you in a secure yet winding whirl, making you now nestled on his hips, looking down at him where he was flat on his back.
his cold hands slowly, clinically rubbed up and down along your hips. as if you were just a delicate little thing. a delicate little thing that he just asked to choke him.
âdo it,â he said, his voice hoarse and expectant.
you took a deep breath. looking into those bumbling, big, red eyes of his, you couldnât bring yourself to deny any of his requests. especially when you were on top of him, feeling the faint twitching of his cock beneath you.
your hands found his torso, feeling the outline of him as they languidly traced their way to his neck. and then, once your hands gripped him firmly, and you noticed an excited flare in lohenâs eyes;
ack!
the intense, mind-numbing pressure of your fingertips disturbing his larynx caused lohen to make incessant, curdling sputtering sounds. he slightly jolted himself more flush against you, causing your breath to hitch. you softened your grip for a mere moment.
lohen coughed raggedly. âwhatâs wrong?â he heaved. âdonât worry, iâm enjoying it,â he purred.
you didnât need him to say it to know that he was enjoying it. as you squeezed the flesh of him once more, you could feel his dick stirring to life in his pants. and his bulge pressed warmly against your dampened underwear.
Genre/Warning: Smut, P in V, breeding, squirting, overstimulation, rough sexy time, Lohen being a sex maniac and a menace.
A/N: I hope you like this~
ââ Synopsis: After his sudden proposal, that same night he dedicated himself to remembering every inch of your body; how? easy, by marking you and taking you as many times as he could.
Part 1.
Minors DNI
"Bunny, you feel so good around me. Let me fill you so you are dripping with me for days"
 You could hear his voice and gasps next to your ear. He had you in full prone bone, his sweaty chest pressed against your back. "I'm going to pump you sooo full of me; just ah- imagine love, my cum staining your panties as we say our goodbyes before I start the journey to Nod Krai. To keep you warm in my absence, wouldn't that be cute? haha" He groaned and bit your neck to leave a mark on purpose.Â
He had one arm around your waist, keeping you from scrambling away from him as you clawed the sheets trying to pull yourself away from the overstimulation; he held you down while interlocking the fingers of his other hand with yours, stopping you from pulling yourself up too. It's been hours since he put the ring around your finger and started to fuck you. Thrusting into you with full force, forcing your body to stay still with his weight on top of your body, moving his hips like a beast in heat.Â
The sound of your pussy soaked with your slick and his cum made filthy sounds every time he pulled out and pushed himself in again.Â
"My love, your pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard, what a good girl I have~ " His praise made you whine as your walls clenched even more; his cock inside you felt impossibly hot. "Lohen, harder please, I need you deep please! Give me more" At this point, his mean thrusts send you spiraling and sobbing with fat tears running down your cheeks. "As you wish baby".
Before you even register his words, he lets go of your hand and slides it down your body to press three fingers against your puffy clit, starting to rub it in circles using his previous load as lube. He started to put his whole weight down in every thrust, making the bed creak on the floor and the headboard slam loudly against the wall. "I'm going to fuck you so good that no other men will be able to compare; I'm going to ruin you so good, my darling" His tip started to ram even deeper, kissing your cervix over and over again, forcing your sweet spot to relax with every push.
"Lohen! Lohen! gods-- it hurts so good, wait wait, oh fuck!!!" You writhed, trying to concentrate on anything but the overwhelming pleasure.Â
He felt his balls pulling taut and the knot in his belly getting hotter; you, on the other side, could feel his cock starting to twitch inside your creamy walls, his heavy balls slapping your pussy obscenely; splashing you juices everywhere"Fuck-- fuck fuck yes! let me in love" Lohen increased his pace as his moans became more frequent; he sounded so dreamy; with his eyes half-lidded, he started to lick your neck and bite it, rubbing your clit harder and harder. One thrust in particular pushed his tip past your cervix into your womb, making you scream as you squirted all over him, your eyes rolled to the back of your head, but that didn't stop him at all. Â
The feeling of your love juice coating his balls and thighs alongside your walls clenching impossibly hard made him moan so loud next to your ear, making a shiver of pleasure run down your spine and stomach straight to your wet pussy. "I seriously tried to be so gentle, but your pussy is begging me to give her more~~ You'll look so pretty dripping with me" You tried to close your legs to stop his hand from overstimulating you as you whined and sobbed, but his knees were keeping them apart, spreading you even more to have more access to your sweet cunt. Your body quivered as you felt another orgasm start to form because of his tip fucking your womb and his fingers pressing your clit hard.
"Once I come back, I'm going to pump you full of my babies, I promise~ but for now, show me how much you want my cum" His cock throbbed inside your walls, letting you know he was reaching his limit. "Bunny! I'm cumming! stay s-still for me please! bunny let me pump your pussy with me!" He sobbed so hard as he pressed the side of his face next to yours; you couldn't take it anymore; your body started trembling; his hand left your clit and wrapped it around your neck, applying pressure but not enough to harm you.Â
"I can't! I can't, Lohen, pleasepleaseplease! I-- I'm cumming--!"Â
Your pussy clenched again, milking Lohen's balls, your womb sucking his creamy cum straight from his cock as it pushed itself inside again, your cervix closed around his glands, keeping his tip inside as if begging him to stay in. Lohen groaned one last time as his body relaxed on top of you. "You're doing so well, what a good girl-- shitshit! oh fuuuck!" His cock pumped one last load, making him whimper as his body trembled and his arms wrapped tighter around your waist, pressing your back against his chest more firmly; he didn't even notice, but he started to grind his hips against yours, rubbing your womb and mixing his cum inside; your hands stopped fisting the sheets and gripped Lohen's hips, clawing at them, to push them away? Or to make him grind against you harder? You don't know at this point.
"Can you feel it?" He kissed your cheek "We're making out down there~ your womb is hugging me, it's so cute âĄ, she knows I'll be gone for quite sometime so she's asking me to give her more to remember"
He smiled and bit his lower lip as a string of saliva run down his chin. If could only see his face, you would see the hearts in his eyes, the blush on his cheeks and the sweat dripping down his face.
~~~~~~~~
After a few minutes of grinding his hips against you, he pushed himself up, pulling out of you, and sat behind you with his legs spread, hard cock dripping with his cum and your juices staining the bed, supporting his weight with one arm while leaning back and the other hand pushing his sweaty hair back... half lidded eyes admiring his handiwork, smiling to himself while his tongue licked the blood on his lip, he had bitten himself so hard that he started to bleed.
You were still laying face down on the bed, arms at your side, legs spread, pussy dripping all over the soaked sheets. You could feel him staring at how your sore pussy twitched, pushing his precious cum out. "Nooo... mmmh~ Lohen âĄ" You slid one hand under you and started to push his cum back into you, making him smile.Â
"Awww~Â oh poor bunny, don't worry, I can give you more; you only have to stay there~" The hand that was previously pushing his hair back had slipped down his sensitive chest and tummy teasing himself, and finally settled between his spread legs, pumping his still hard cock, using your mixed juices as lube, making a squelching sound that resonated in the bedroom. He concentrated on rubbing his tip and slit with his thumb to painfully overstimulate himself. Forcing his balls to make more cum for you. "Mmmmhh~ look at what you do to me darling, I get so hard from just looking at you" The air felt hot with the scent of sex and obsession; it was so addictive that it made you buck your hips.Â
Nonono wait, you were done; you couldn't cum anymore, or you would die. You tried to push yourself up to crawl away, but- "Haha I don't think so, love~~ I'm not done yet" He pushed himself to sit on his knees and grabbed your ankle, pulling and dragging you back to him. He used his strength to put you on all fours, draping himself on top of you on all fours too, Lohen kissed the back of your neck and bit you. "You're not getting away; we have so little time, and I'm not about to waste it; it is our wedding night after all, aren't married couples supposed to have lovey dovey sex~" He grabbed his wet cock with one hand and pushed himself inside in one hard thrust, pushing his own cum out and forcing your pussy to squirt again as you moaned and sobbed in ecstasy.Â
.... Oh.... You're fucked.
Second and last part ⥠Thank you for reading darlings.
âââââ synopsis: the knights of favonius have just returned from their arduous expedition, so a welcome-back celebration is in order. however, lohen, your detestable vice-captain, would rather sneak out and have some fun with you instead! that is, of course, by marking you all over... from your neck, to your shoulders, all the way down to your ring finger.
ËËËę° đ cw/tw. ęą suggestive, power dynamic (but lohen doesnât respect it lmfao), slight possessiveness
ËËËę° đ tags ęąÂ enemies w/ benefits (kinda), no beta we die like adorno
Tonight, you were at Angel's Share for the Knights of Favonius' welcome-home celebration. The event was just about as you'd expect; as usual, the knights were getting quite drunk and chatting aimlessly, spouting nonsense. So, it was no surprise when Lohen suddenly gestured for both of you to leaveâand you already knew the reason why.
Lohen grabbed your wrist firmly and dragged you out of the tavern; his grip wasn't strong enough to hurt you, but firm enough to mean he was serious.
âYou littleâ! Now, of all times?!â You whisper-yelled, but complied with his whims anywayâletting him lead you to god-knows-where.Â
âWhatâs the problem, Captain?â Lohen taunted, leaning in. âI could just tell you were getting bored with that lame party. You donât drink, I donât drink, whatâs the point?â
He closed inâhis breath warm against the back of your earâwhispering, âWouldnât you much rather have fun with me? Instead of those⌠bumblingâsorry, I mean, drunk knights who keep, yâknow, hitting on you.â
You grumbled. You didnât like Lohenânot one bit. Sure, heâs devilishly handsome, but he always threw a goddamn wrench into your plans. Every meeting, formation, or protocol, heâd publicly challenge you and deviate from your instructions!
Heâs the one unpredictable variable you just cannot control, and you despise itâdespise him. It doesnât matter that when you leave him to his devices, he always yields excellent results; his blatant disobedience always gets you livid.Â
Though, this loathing⌠only made your little excursions with him all the more passionate.
You let out a resigned sighâas much as you hated giving him what he wanted, who are you to refuse a good time with your least-favorite Vice Captain? He was right, you were bored, after all.
âFine.âÂ
He grinned, giving you a glimpse of his sharp canines, âWise choice, Captain,â and pinned you against the back entrance of Angelâs Share, knocking over a few empty barrels in the process.Â
âOwâ!â you yelped, but then he immediately shoved his gloved fingers into your mouth to silence you. âSuck,â he challenged.
You glared up through your eyelashes. That tone, as if he was demeaning youâeven though you were his Captain⌠it made you oh-so-furious. In retaliation, you bit down hard on his fingers.
âNghâ!â Lohen let out a low grunt at the pain and pulled his fingers out of your mouth, but his shock only lasted momentarily before a manic grin split his face in half. âCaptain, youâahaha, you seriouslyâŚ! Oh, you wanna go there, huh?â
In a split second, he lunged at the exposed skin near your collarbone, biting down hard enough to break it; blood trickled down your chest and seeped into your clothes.
âLohen!â You gasped, âWhat in Barbatosâ good name do you think youâreâ!âÂ
Your shocked cry fell on deaf ears. He was too engrossed in drawing blood from your skinâyour neck, shoulders, chin. Every exposed inch, he didnât let a single one escape his claim. After each bite, he licked the blood clean, savoring the rich iron flavor as though it were the finest of wine.
You couldâve stopped himâthis was a bad idea, you couldnât bear to face the rest of the Knights of Favonius with such blatant evidence all over you! Logically, you shouldâve told him to stop, butâŚÂ
He chuckled against your skin, sending vibrations through you, pleased by your reaction. âYou like it, huh? Captain⌠I can tell, I know your body so well, after all.â He sucked at the final unblemished patch, the junction between your jaw and neck.
Once he was done, he detached his lips from your skin with a âpop!â sound, letting out a pleased hum.
Finally, stepping back, he took a moment to admire his stunning masterpiece⌠the trails of blood, teeth marks, and the bruised hickeys all popping out against the backdrop of your body.
âAh, one last thing!â He grinned, taking your hand in his.
âYou still arenât satisfied? I donât recall you ever being this greedy before.â You sighed, ignoring the way the butterflies in your stomach fluttered at the physical contact.
âMm, no. Not until IâŚâ Lohen trailed off teasingly, taking your ring finger into his mouth. He pushed it in deep, such that the tip grazed the sensitive uvula at the back of his throat. The opening of his mouth, where his teeth lay, lined up perfectly with the base of your finger.Â
Without giving you time to process what was happening, he bit down harder than he ever had that nightâbiting until blood began to spurt out at all angles. The iron liquid started to curve around your finger.
You screeched, âWhat was that for?!â and instinctively pulled your finger out of his stupid mouth.Â
You watched in horror as blood oozed out of the base of your finger, slowly shaping the form of a ring. When you held it up, gravity pulled the thick red liquid downward, creating elongated drips that cascaded along your palm.
Lohen flashed you his signature shit-eating grin, âAfter tonight, those bumbling drunkards will know youâreâŚâ He paused before saying, finally, ââŚwith me.âÂ
Now you know why Lohen doesnât take your position seriouslyâyou keep letting him get away with whatever he wants, donât you?
ËËËę° đ a/n ęą this is my debut post, and i'm happy to say that this work was inspired by this lovely idea! thank you to @lynnerra for the brainworms!
⥠â synopsis : youâre stuck treating your bratty boyfriendâs injuries because he refuses to go to an actual professional.
notes ⥠: gender neutral & vice captain of the 3rd company reader (although it isnât really relevant here), no use of y/n & no capital letters as a stylistic choice, just comfort, descriptions of injuries (to the best of my ability lol), suggestive jokes, established relationship, lohen calls the reader âsugarâ âbunnyâ and âdollâ. may be ooc.
notes II ⥠: rushed this one so i could start the royal au.. sorry...
word count ⥠: 621
âstop squirming, loâ, or iâll shove this needle into your thigh.â
âooh, kinky. are you tryinâ to turn me on, sugar?â
you roll your eyes, turning your attention back to your boyfriendâs wound. only he would manage turning a threat of being stabbed by a needle into something suggestive. freaking weirdo. maybe it was your fault for being so in love with him, though. not like you could help that.
you donât remember exactly how lohen got the injury in the first place; he had come home after some sort of errand with that post-battle craze in his eyes, alongside a slight limp. after pestering him about it, he eventually fessed up. supposedly, he encountered a few ruin graders that hadnât been reported to the knights, and one of them slashed at him. he barely had the time to move out of the way, resulting in the gnarly gash on his thigh that you were currently treating. the gash he refused to show you and that is now currently oozing blood all over your loverâs bare thigh and on the towel you laid on the floor under his leg. the same gash that almost made you faint at the sight. archons have mercy on your soul.
now, you were certainly not one of the sisters of the church. you were no expert in treating wounds, but if you didnât do it, who would?
so here you were, on your day off, inserting clumsy stitches into your loverâs thigh while he has the absolute nerve to make snarky comments (totally not trying to distract you from his trembling voice.)
your dominant hand punctured the edges of the flesh with the needle, while your other hand was being squeezed by lohen, the occasional quiet whimper of pain escaping his lips. âagh.. fuckâŚ!â lohen hissed out through gritted teeth when you brush against a particularly sensitive area of the wound.
ââm sorry, love.. almost done, yeah?â you mumble softly, pressing your lips to the knuckles of his hand that was clutching your own. despite how much it hurt to see him in pain, it does make your heart soften ever so slightly to see him comfortable enough around you to actually admit that heâs in pain (in his own special way).
you finished stitching the wound shut, inspecting your handiwork. considering your hands were mildly shaky, you hadnât done too bad. you wiped the remaining the smears of blood off his thigh, before wrapping a bandage around the stitches. you lifted your head up to look at him, trying to gauge how he felt by his (unfortunately) rather unexpressive face. âall better?â
lohen tested his leg, stretching it out in front of you. despite the circumstances, you couldnât help but admire the way his leg muscles flexed slightly. damn him and his beauty. âeh, could be worse. not too bad, doll.â he grinned at you cheekily. âiâm sure i could still dominate you. in a fight, of course.â
you shoved his shoulder lightly. âbarbatos, spare me. you couldnât even give me a thank you? or better yet, an apology for the emotional distress?â
lohen laughed, a genuine, warm laugh. he shifted, wincing at the movement slightly before wrapping his arm around your shoulder, gently stroking your shoulder with his hand in that way that always soothed you. âfine. iâm terribly sorry, bunny. what do i have to do to earn your forgiveness, your highness?â
you lean into his touch, laughing softly at his ridiculousness despite yourself. âjust.. stay here. with me for the next few days. itâll be safest.â
lohen pretends to ponder, before leaning to press his lips to your own tenderly. âfine.â he mumbles against your lips. âsafe. just you and me.â
â one thing is for sure, once lohen has his eye on something, he's obsessed. all flushed whenever he sees you around and always following behind you, sometimes ducking away shyly when you turn around.
â he's very aware of his obsession. he likes it, likes the feeling of his heartbeat thrumming under his skin, making him feel more alive than he ever has before. he wants you and all of you, and he's willing to do anything to achieve that. if it took a hundred seasons to kiss your feet, he'd be more than willing.
â that said, that's where the sweet part about this ends. lohen is jealous, impossibly jealous. anyone who you talk with, look at a little too long, ends up as the target of the blonde's scrutiny. and if they offend you, or god forbid, make advances on you, luka's past victory and reputation have a way of making someone disappear.
nsfw:
â lohen, whining as he thrusts into you, hips frantic, hands grabbing whatever skin they can find-your chest, arms, thighs. he grips them tight enough to leave bruises, marks where there aren't already rope burns on the skin. well, he warned you. you had dared to get close to someone who wasn't him, and he has no choice but to lock you up before anyone can take you away. like a child, he's possessive and stubborn. this just means he won't let you go easily.
â lohen, who patiently spoon-feeds you from where you're tied to a chair in some unknown location, a dark, underground place. there's virtually no way of escape, and every second he can, lohen is all over you. sometimes, visiting to talk to you sweetly. other times, rabid like a dog, panting as he dry humps your leg or messily makes out with you.
â he's whipped, to put it simply. he hasn't had any experience other than what he's seen in his dreams, but a desperate man makes for desperate measures. when he fucks you, sometimes tied, other times not (it doesn't matter, you're left gasping for air and clawing at the ground, you can't escape anyway) he's fast. he's dreamed about you so long that now, when he has you, he can't hold himself back.
â "i love you," he whispers, driving his cock back into your insides with a wet slap. "i love you so much, and you'll be mine forever."
ever heard of the tag..."improper use of vision" ? for all my lohen lovers fellas dying under the warm weather recently, take this.
it's warm lately in mondstadt. even at night. so warm you might as well consider refreshing up in natlan.
during this warmth, lohen decided to share a bit of his coldness with you...
lohen's body radiates cryo as his hips slam against yours.
every thrust is deep and rough, making your skins slap and the bed frame groan, the sounds resonating through the favonius quarters.
if one were to walk past the room, they would see soft blueish cryo air escaping from under the door.
"look at that..." his hand reaches around and grabs your hip to anchor you even deeper into the bed, his pelvis thrusting down in the same mouvement. "cold enough ?"
"yes. fuck yeah" you'd groan back if you weren't overwhelmed by the pleasure.
lohen's breath comes in ragged and shaky hitches, panting out frozen air between his teeth like a machine. his wine-red eyes are glowing slightly under the effort, staring down at you, freezing that picture of you in his mind.
you try to look at him through the soft moonlight but your eyes keep rolling back under his assault.
"don't try...." he pants out in a sneer, the effort making his voice shake. "just melt into it...melt into me..."
nothing else mattered.
just him, his cold body against yours and his burning eyes on you.
âgâŚgodâŚâ lohenâs hips speeds up, going in and out relentlessly, his eyes fluttering shut under the pleasure. you hold yourself on the bed sheets to take his assault, moaning out in ecstasy. "take it all....take all of me..." his breath is ice-cold against your ear, his shiny frozen earring rubbing your cheek softly. "please...please please take it all...." his tone is shaky and manic.
lohen doesn't have time to say another thing. you grab his snowy cold hair and take his cold lips to your warm ones in a starving kiss. the knight groans and drools coldly as he melts against the it, his cock throbbing between your warm walls, releasing cold liquid, similar to cryo slime.
his moans and pants quicken as he grabs your hips firmly and raises them with all his strength, ramming himself in like a bunny in heat. âohâŚgodâŚâ finally, in a last agressive thrust, he releases into you, reaching into your deepest parts, sneering out loudly in the high. your nails scratching all the way down his back as you follow him in his high, making his hips shudder deliciously against you as he takes the delicious pain.
your eyelids try to blink away the stars. glimpses of him through the moonlight. ice-sweaty, panting, muscles twitching. his cheeks, usually pale, colored in a soft red. his eyes glowing warmly.
such a pure, intoxicating contrast.
his cold hand reaches up for your forehead, brushing away your hair softly. âfeeling colder ?â his tone was meant like a mock. but his eyes couldnât lie.
snowghoul
pixelskylines
s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s
ellievsbear
baratheonpilled
