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It was no longer a want. You don't want it to be a lingering thought anymore. You want it bad.
You want Lohen to fuck you raw.
You could already imagine it—he'd drag his fingers painfully slow on your sides, slipping inside of your lower garment to tease your sex through the clothing. Lohen would stroke it, stroke it so well that those unsolicited moans of yours would sound pornographically lewd. You didn't want to feel so vulnerable, but how could you not be with the man behind you right now? He'd pay no mind to your begging and pleas to go faster, relishing in the feeling of absolute power over you.
He'll sometimes slide through the slick, just enough to make you feel something, but it would never feel enough. You wanted more. You crave for more.
The air was thick with tension—whimpers and ragged breathing filled the room. The lights flicker now and then, before finally going out. You were confused. Just before, you were thinking of all the nastiest things Lohen could do to you—where were you?
Feeling the tension in the room, and the fact that you were strapped to nothing but a chair, hands tied on the back through the thick, red ropes—it sent you spiralling. The stinging feeling was enough to drag you back to reality. And with your consciousness finally returning, Lohen walks over in small steps. The clacking of heels filled the room. It was the only thing you could sense, aside from the nauseating bloodlust coming from—
"Never knew you'd walk directly..." Lohen comes closer, breath tickling your ears from behind, "...into an obvious trap."
His voice, playful and amused, sent electricity straight to your core, and you shiver, squirming on the chair. This was Lohen, you were sure of it. He was the only one who could make you feel like this. No one else, only him.
Lohen breathes a sigh of delight right next to your earlobe, eyes forming crescents. There was a dangerous glint in his eye, one that you wouldn't at all see with the lights off, much to your dismay. You could sense his figure now, and the air was so heavy to the point of strangling you. Your breathing was becoming erratic in breathy sighs, chest heaving up and down.
"...Lohen?" You bite your lip, eyes squinting just to see a little bit of his figure, "Is that you...?"
"Well, that was quick." The ruffling of clothes as if he were looking for something was the only thing you could fixate on. You silently thank the Archons that the light was off—or he'll notice right away the flush tinting your cheeks.
Before you could respond, you feel a hand on your eyes, instinctively closing them while Lohen rests his head on your shoulder. He was doing that as if to mess with you, though that wasn't surprising.
Lohen sighs, head down on your shoulders as his hands manage a cloth over your eyes. A... blindfold.
The air shifts suddenly. You couldn't make him out anymore—hypersensitive to all of your surroundings while writhing beneath the ropes. But that was just a front. You knew Lohen liked it more when you'd beg—pleading for him to stop messing with you, yet the glint in his eyes never faltered even once. He was clearly entertained, and you knew to play with that just to get what you wanted.
After securing the blindfold over your head, he stands up again, pulling a nearby chair to sit behind you. Clumsy hands still try to wriggle out of the ropes, but it only seems to tighten even more with each tug. You note that Lohen fixed that way as well.
"Trying to get out is futile," He tugs down at the ends of the blindfold, jerking your head back and letting out a whine. "I know who you are," he leans in close to the side of your neck, whispering a breathy mention of your name as if mocking it, "...Y/N~"
That playful tone sent shivers down your spine, eyes heavy-lidded underneath the blindfolds. It was enough to have your core leaking and wet. Just a mention of your name from that pretty mouth of his and you're already...
"Hm?" You didn't even realize that your thighs were involuntarily rubbing against each other. A hand slips past the waistband of your lower garment, gloved fingers sliding back and forth over your clothed sex as if to feel for wetness. No...you can't let him know you're enjoying this...
You bit your lips as he forced his way in, head lowered in defeat. "You're really something, aren't you?" Lohen creeps his hand beneath your underwear, feeling your juices against his gloves, and fuck, the friction was driving you crazy.
A breathy sigh escaped past your lips, no longer trying to resist him like he wanted, because all you cared about right now was that euphoric feeling-
"Ah-ah... we can't have that," He smirks, still with that playful lilt in his voice, while his middle finger presses against your sex. Your hips buckle up as a response, a choked moan passing from your lips.
If you were enjoying this, it wouldn't be a punishment anymore. Lohen chuckled, pulling out his hand from your underwear. You feel something hot on your nape, while Lohen tugs up at your hair to gain more access.
You whined, still feeling that same bliss you so desired ever since you met Lohen. But right now, he's trying to settle a punishment that's long due. After hiding your identity for so long...
The smell of your sex filled your nostrils when Lohen's middle and ring fingers pressed on your bottom lip, signaling for you to open wide.
And you do. Licking his stained, gloved fingers from your own juices was a different kind of ecstasy you never thought you could hope to feel. It was troubling, really, with your identity as an assassin sent to kill the same man who's pleasuring you in ways you never thought would come to fruition.
Having been sent to assassinate none other than Lohen himself—he was too dangerous. He placed your organization and research at a big risk of being halted. And between your precious research and Lohen...
It was truly the worst circumstance you could ever have as a killer. To be sent after the very man that made your heart skip a beat while at the same time driving you to fuck yourself at the thought of him—fuck.
And now that you've been found out...what will he do to you? Will he finally play out those fantasies you've kept for yourself for a long time? Shove a gun in your hole while he thrusts it in and out, the thrill of never knowing when he'll end you once and for all, or to keep you by his side for whoever knows' reason.
Because you can't kill him. You won't kill him. It was better that he did that to you instead.
And with you sucking so obediently like a dog on his fingers like this, you were making it very hard...for him to finish you off as he should. Whether he liked it or not, you were his first in everything, and you wouldn't be let out soon enough. If it meant chaining you and keeping you on his bed forever to tend to his desires that you oh so want to feel-
Lohen cuts off your train of thought when he thumbs your lip, the fingers in your mouth thrusting forward and backward while your tongue covers it with slick.
He laughs, almost in disbelief at how cooperative you were being. At first, he was just testing you to see whether you were into him. Guess that was it. He couldn't believe it himself—because you were incredibly discreet. Seasoned, even, with how well you could mask your true feelings and act like a completely different person.
He would've never even noticed anything had you didn't slipped. That one, tiny mistake cost you everything. When you stared way too hard, thirst visible in your eyes, towards his lips.
It shook him throughout his core when he had his suspicions. Why did someone like you appear out of nowhere, matching all of his energy where nobody had ever done before? You handled him so well... so to find out you were off to kill him for a mission-
Lohen couldn't help but be...
Excited.
Because you were something new in his life. And he wouldn't let you go that easily. He'll drag you to every experiment, each catering to his desires, whether you want it or not.
But he already knew that you'd go along with everything. Evident with how you'd been lapping up on your own juices just because it was from his fingers.
Fuck. He was done pretending. He'll have you wrapped around him, stretching you out like there was no tomorrow- You were going to get it for every single wrong you've done him.