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Ajax, noticing your hesitance, decided to do it for you. Sitting up, he throws your shirt over your body, almost drooling at the sight of your chest when he finds out that you were braless. He looks up at you for permission but you just stilled, too petrified to do anything.

Your brother sighs but took it upon himself to place his face on your collarbone. "Don't worry, little sis. I'll be gentle with you." he assures you, his breath fanning against your cheek as his hands work wonders on your breasts.

He lets a nipple inside of his mouth, sucking the bud while playing with your clothed clit. He hears you moan in satisfaction which made him smirk.

He pushed you down on his bed, his lips switching from your breasts to your neck as he sucked hard enough for it to start bruising hickeys. "Look so beautiful like this, baby.."

You whimpered, fingers instantly coming in contact with Ajax's ginger hair to grip them for support. He groaned as he gripped your hips to the point you're sitting on his lap.

He silently slipped your underwear off as he continued giving your skin open mouthed kisses, he pulls out, admiring the work he has done on you. Cheeks flushed and eyes half lidded.

He grasps your underwear in front of his face, sniffling it as he remained to have eye contact with you, making your face heat up even hotter.

He chuckled silently, placing it on the desk nearby as he positions his cock into your pussy. He asks permission with his eyes and you nodded, which is enough to assure him to continue.

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Your mouth was covered with Ajax's lips as he continued pumping his cock into you. His hips rhythmically slapping nicely against yours with every plunge he makes.

The way it hit all the right places, how deep he could go and how many times he could make you come. "You're being so loud right now, princess. Keep in down, will ya? You're gonna wake up Teucer and maybe even mom and dad soon enough" the temptation of getting caught being fucked by your own brother felt bad but good at the same time.

You could never compare him to your ex, he fucked you better than him. This was your first time exploring each other's bodies and you were impressed on how he was able to press your buttons so deliciously.

He squeezed your hips as he impaled you with his dick harder, faster, trying to catch each other's eigth orgasm of the night. "You close, dearest?"

You only moaned into his lips in response, which made him chuckle. You hugged his hips with your legs tightly as they quiver, indicating that you were coming close.

"'M gonna come- Fuck.. Archons.." He fell on top of you, arms wrapping around your waist as he feels your pussy flutter around his cock, milking him dry for another time.

You whined quietly at the sensation, feeling overstimulated by the amount of times you've came and how hard he pounded you. "I-I don't think I could go on anymore, Ajax.."

"We're merely finished, little sis." he hummed against your breasts, snuggling his face in them, rolling his hips against yours making you silently scream.

"So sensitive.. It's almost cute." he teases, wiping your tear-filled eyes from the stimulation of your sessions. "Come on, give me one last round?"

"'Jax, what if we get caught this time around-?"

"We won't. Well, as long as you keep quiet, that is." Ajax pulling away from your chest, he presses his lips against yours, opening your mouth with his tongue as he swirled it onto yours.

You feel your brother's hands wrap around your wrists, putting them over your hands as he pushes you against his mattress. He looks down onto your cunt, feeling satisfied as he sees it dripping with his cum.

It would be a problem if you ever did get pregnant with him but he'll take the consequences.

"J-just one last round.. okay?" you stuttered, making him grin in satisfaction at your answer. "I pinkie promise you." he whispers, his free hand gripping your waist to pull his hips out before slamming them back into you.

Again, he covered your mouth with his. He couldn't afford to get caught, he wanted to relish this, relish the way your pussy tightened around him, massaging every vain with each flutter.

He sets a pace that soon increases with each second that passes by. Ajax was eager to reach another orgasm and see you so fucked out of your mind because of him.

He was doing a good job in hushing your moans with the makeouts he's initiated but nothing can quiet down the sounds of your skin slapping with each ram of his dick inside of you.

He liked seeing the way it disappears in your body and how you were able to fit him all inside. He could see more of himself using you as his fucktoy by how good you feel around him.

That makes him even harder than before, his little sister, being used for pleasure as she begs for more. More of him. Oh how his mind is filled with sick and lewdest desires.

He never approved of your so called "boyfriend". Hell, he's seen that asshole multiple times since his college classes always included him in it. That guy was cheating behind every possible girlfriend he had and he just realized that you were in a relationship with him after you told him about your break up with him.

Just by thinking of that guy made him angry, made him go rougher with you. Gritting his teeth, he digged his tongue deeper into your mouth, making you gasp at his sudden harshness.

His thrusts didn't falter but it persisted, his momentum not even slowing down. Ajax did not like the idea of you being with him because of how much he desired to have you.

It was hard hiding it, how much he would sneak in your room and watch you stripping. It made him unbearably hard to the point he'd silently jack off at the sight, quietly moaning which didn't catch your attention bcus of you listening to blastful music.

But now that he has you, he could finally do what he wanted the most.

The noise didn't falter as both your hips continued snapping against each other, your pussy squelching around him, creating more sinful and wet noises with ever thrust.

Your moaning was more high-pitched, even if it was muffled by his lips. "Close again?" he smiled, not slowing his pace even once.

You nodded, the hold on your wrist went to grip onto your hips instead to dig deeper into you, making you see even more stars as you feel him hit your cervix with each pump.

You held onto his back, your thights quivering on Ajax's shoulders as you come closer to your climax. The scratches leave great battle scars of the sex sessios he's having, making him wear it like a proud medal around his neck.

"Oh, fucking... Jesus christ, you feel so good. Tightening around me like that-" his words were cut off with a scream against your neck as he emptied himself into you, rolling his hips for a few times before laying back down on top of you.

He relaxes at the feeling of your pussy sucking him while you grow sleepy at the restless affair. "Tired now, little sis?" he grins, planting a kiss on your forehead, cheek, and on your lips. Letting himself melt into it.

He pulls himself out, falling in love with the sight of your cunt overflowing with his seed. He grabs your shorts, lifting your hips to wear it. Making sure it was hugging you tight so that you wouldn't let a drop of cum out.

He grabs a hoodie in his closet, handing it to you in which you wore greatfully. Little did you know, he kept your panties inside his drawer for... future purposes that should be left unsaid.

He was thankful to have your room close to his. Around two doors away but it was near enough to not get caught. He carried you bridal style, walking quietly to your bedroom.

He laid you down on your mattress, softly smiling at the sight of you sleeping. With a sigh, he leaves a deep kiss on your lips before standing up and walking away to his room.

He almost couldn't wait for the next sessions you guys could do together after this.

Your hand moves again sliding up towards his chest and he literally has to catch your wrist to stop it from moving any further. 

Fuck, he knows he shouldn’t feel like this. It’s only twenty minutes into the movie and he’s already hard underneath you and he really doesn’t want you to notice. What sick pervert you’d think he is. He’s trying to tell you in a hushed voice to be still as he tries to focus on the movie, anything to push the way he’s probably leaking precum through his joggers right now. 

Then you’re moving again, hips sliding over his and he literally has to grab your hips and force them to be still. It catches the attention of the others, most of them complaining about the noise coming from the pair of you. Only for you to roll your eyes, telling them all the movie is boring anyway and dragging Daeron out to watch a movie privately with you. 

He really thought he could have enjoyed that movie. 

He knows he can’t be alone with you right now, too scared of what he might do. So he makes up an excuse, saying he’s tired and just wants to crawl into bed. When really he’s going to have a long cold shower. It’s needed.

Oh but you’re not finished yet. Of course not. 

Knocking on his door, catching him sprawled out on his bed in only a pair of boxers. You’re wearing a sheer slip, his favourite, the pink one that hugs your figure, and he knows he’s doomed. The only thing he can be glad for is not being able to see through it in the dark room.  

He knows he can’t let you crawl under the covers with him, knows that he’ll lose any ounce of composure if you try and cuddle up with him right now but he doesn’t know what excuse to say. Not when you are already saying how annoyed you are that he lied about going straight to bed without watching a movie. 

He doesn’t understand why you want to be so close all of a sudden, doesn’t quite get the sudden need you to be literally on top of him. 

Daeron would literally have to order you to stay still, holding your hips in place with one hand while the other holds your face that sits in the crook of his neck. Not realising how him snapping at you like that went straight to your lower stomach. 

He’s desperately trying to watch the movie on the screen but he can’t ignore how incredibly hard he is against your inner thigh, how he knows he’s probably leaking out of his boxers and onto your skin. It wouldn’t hurt if he just slid your hips over slightly, placing you perfectly against his crotch. You don’t seem to mind, don’t bat an eye at how his hands grip your thighs a little, how they brush up underneath your slip to guide your hips against his a little. 

He needs more but then you’re lifting your head from his neck, resting it against his chest and running your hands along his chest. 

You’re literally purring in his lap, dripping over his boxers and he’s still too clueless to see it. He thinks the wetness is all him, that he’s pre-ejaculated or something. 

It’s not till you move again, this time purposely rubbing your wet crotch over his hard cock and practically slipping down his boxers in the process. He hisses involuntarily, going to grab your hips only to realise as his hands move up your bare legs, you’re not wearing anything at all down there. 

He’s fucked. You’re fucked. 

It might have taken him a torturously slow amount of time to realise how badly you wanted him but now he realises, there isn’t any stopping him. He's waited too long for this. 

You may be on top of him but he doesn’t let you have an inch of control. Nuh uh. He’s rutting up into you, slow and mean, torturous circles that have you whimpering into his mouth. 

He’s not any better, biting down on his own moans as he slides you over his bare cock. His breath is erratic, trying to control his last bit of composure, only for it to crack when he accidentally catches your clit with the tip of his cock. Then he’s humping you faster, making sure to drag your clit over the tip of him again, and again, and again until you’re both dizzy. 

Having you grind down on his dick feels so good, he’s practically mewling into your mouth, trying to wrap his lip around yours to keep himself quiet. It doesn’t work though, you're both a wrecked mess, moans falling into each other's mouths. 

Then you feel it as you orgasm, hot liquid spreading across your folds, sticky and making more of a mess of the pool you’ve already created. He’s honestly embarrassed by it, cheeks flushed at the sight, head falling back in a groan. Yet you couldn’t care less though, already kissing his lips again, slipping the top part of your slip down so he can see your breasts. 

Oh, he’s doomed and hungry for more, flipping you over onto your back, just in the perfect position to fuck you. 

dividers by @ chrisssiren

taglist: @chunkpiboli @themoonwithprophets @happysparklingshadows

cousin!daeron who pretends he doesn't know a thing about your little valentines party, just so you don't cancel the whole thing. but he has one of your friends wrapped around your finger that spilled the beans age ago

cousin!reader where you're so excited when the party begins, free house without family. only to be upset an hour in when daeron and his friends crash it, bringing booze and drugs, your friends instantly betraying you, saying it's more fun with them here

cousin!daeron who offers you drinks to cheer you up, tries to find ways to talk to you throughout the evening, trying to deter your friends away without making it obvious but unable to look at anyone but you.

cousin!reader finally confronting daeron after a bit too many drinks, tears spilling over as you tell him he can have all of your friends, they're awful friends to you anyway

cousin!daeron who brushes your tears away and tells you it's never been about them.

cousin!daeron who locks your bedroom when he sees your confused, who is still in charge of the music, turning up the speaker from his phone and making sure he drowns out any noise so your friends are none the wiser.

cousin!daeron who tries to explain everything with his mouth attached to your clit, licking and sucking feverishly at it. holding your hands down and just groaning when your thighs clamp around his head.

cousin!daeron who doesn't take no for an answer, doesn't like any protest really, shoving his lips against yours to silence you, using your drunken state to pin you down with ease underneath him.

cousin!daeron who just wants to show you that it's been you all along and will always be you. your friends mean nothing to him, absolutely nothing. he's never touched one of them, just played with their feelings to get exactly what he wanted. what he wanted was you, all of you.

cousin!reader thinking there's something wrong with you when your body starts to like the feeling of him fucking you, unable to stop yourself from clenching around you when he confesses his darkest desires for you, how he touches himself to you.

cousin!daeron who feels the way you clench down on him at the disturbed things he says, loving the way you're so conflicted about it. who tells you more, tells you about the time he paid one of your friends to take videos and pictures of you in your underwear, telling them he was using it to humiliate you. who admits to sneaking in countless of times while your friends distracted you, taking your used panties and even masturbating on top of your bed

cousin!daeron who makes you cum while you listen to this, chuckling as he rubs soothing circles into your sensitive clit until you're chants of "no" go broken with a pathetic moans

cousin!daeron who doesn't even get to cum inside you just yet, not with the obsessant banging on the door. who lifts his boxers over his hard cock, answering to one of your drunken friends who looks at him with a flirty look and tries to ask where you both got off to.

cousin!daeron who's just annoyed now and mean, snapping at your friend and telling her that you're both busy, who even opens the door way just enough so she can see you naked on the bed, crying, panting and unable to move. your friend's eyes widen realising what's happening and tries to help but daeron stands in the way, chuckling in a cruel manner, mocking her and telling her how she helped set this whole thing up. reminding her that she had a part to play in it as well.

cousin!daeron who closes the door in your friend's face, not bothering to even lock it this time and crawling back over you.

traitor!friend who goes back downstairs and doesn't say anything, feeling guilty but not wanting anyone to know all the things she's done for daeron.

cousin!reader who lays pliant on the bed for the rest of the night, letting daeron fuck you over and over again while your friends are none the wiser. none of them even questioning where you are or simply pretending they don't know what's going on.

cousin!reader accepts that there's never any point in getting mad when daeron gate crashes anything anymore, knowing you don't have any friends willing to help you and simply letting him come over and steal you away from them.

traitor!friends that watch when daeron comes to pick you up from hangouts, who might walk past his car when he's fucking you in the back seat, walking in another direction and pretending they don't see a thing. they realise how stupid they were to never see the signs, daeron copping a feel and pretending he was pulling your skirt down when you were shopping, or when daeron would constantly blow any of them off just to bug you. they thought he was just being annoying cousin, how naive. now there's nothing they can do when they come over and daeron drags you upstairs and they have to listen to you try to fight him off you as they sit in your living room. or when you finally calm down and they have to listen to when you finally moan for him.

half!brother daeron who does this for weeks, mundane pictures and videos of you that he can't help but get himself off to.

half!brother daeron who takes it upon himself to meet you, stalking you on socials till he's got the exact location of where you're travelling to.

half!brother daeron who doesn't realise how bad he is at this, finding himself in the same vicinity as you but not knowing how to exactly track you down. it's pure luck that you happen to stumble in the same hostel he's in.

half!brother daeron who finds it easy to talk to you, you're so kind, sweet and funny. it's easy between the both of you and he can't help thinking that it's meant to be.

half!brother daeron who gets you in his bed that same night, fucking you in the room with about ten other people. thinking about how none of them know he's actually fucking his little sister, not even you.

half!brother daeron who literally would become obsessed with you and you think he's so pretty that you don't mind, falling into a holiday romance sort of relationship with him.

half!sister reader that finally realises he's hiding something when you finds out his last name. (he lied to you telling her his middle name instead). trying to question him and find out why he felt the need to keep it from you.

half!sister reader that discovers the whole truth after confronting daeron in their private hotel room and ends up feeling sick to your stomach at the details.

half!sister reader finding yourself pinned underneath your older brother, fucking you deep in missionary with your hands wrapped in his. he's adamant you can't leave him, that this is right and you two are meant to be together

half!sister reader finding yourself forced into the relationship, unable to leave in a foreign country with daeron taking your phone and all of your money hostage.

half!sister reader being fucked in a private hut on the coast of the beach for weeks, daeron using all of daddy's money to keep you both secluded. spending those weeks brain washing you until your pussy is moulded to the shape of his dick, until you're trained to be the perfect sister!girlfriend for him.

half!brother daeron who sends all your messages, forces you to do video calls with your friends and family. watches over you like a hawk until he's certain you're not going to run away from him.