#genyen

Chapter 1: "Moving In"

Chapter 2: "Bitter" (Will x Reader)

Chapter 3: "Babysitter"

Chapter 4: "Gentle" (Jack x Reader)

Chapter 5: "Confident" (Billy Washington x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 6: "Trouble in Paradise" (TBD)

Chapter 7: "Filthy" (Abraham x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 8: "Good Boy" (Osferth x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 9: "New Beginning" (TBD)

Chapter 10: "Date Night" (Tom Bennett x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 11: "Good Neighbor" (Aemond Targaryen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 12: "Pop Quiz" (TBD)

Chapter 13: "Flustered" (Billy Taylor x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 14: "Nerd" (Micheal Gavey x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 15: "Laundry" (TBD)

Chapter 16: "Easy Money" (Genyen x Reader) (TBD)

Chapter 17: "Rent" (Ettore x Reader) (TBD)

A/N: If not mentioned in chapters I wish to reiterate something. All characters that partake in any sexual content (even fluff) are 18+. No one is underage. If you as a reader are underage I beg of you to not read this! If I knew how to sniff you guys out and block you I would.

If you decide to not listen to me please understand you are responsible for your own consumption. No Parents should be attempting to get my account taken down because of your choices!

PLEASE READ: I would also like to say. These stories are not meant to be taken any specific way. I say this because I worry how people will react to her sleeping with ALL of her neighbors. This was honestly just for funsies and if I see any serious slut shaming comments you're getting blocked.

Honourable Mentions: @thought--bubble Jess is honestly the whole reason I started writing in the first place! Her Kitty Cat Series inspired me to write my own Ettore fic which has led me here today. Thank you Jess for feeding my delusions and being a source of inspiration!

MaximumWill (NSFW! LINKS) Patreon & Soundgasm You guys may think this is odd...but I gotta credit him. I do not believe he has Tumblr but I have linked to his patreon. He is an 18+ audio maker...(if you know what I mean 😏🍆) He is the inspiration for the Micheal Chapter with this audio & the inspiration for this ENTIRE series + the Ettore chapter with this audio. (Please do not judge me...Im already ashamed🫠🫣)

Warnings: smut, criminal behavior, MINORS DNI, 18+ 

Word Count: 6.5K+

Taglist: @sepherinaspoppies

Author’s Note: Happy Summer Everyone! Or summer vibes depending on where you are. Reader in this is absolutely diabolically fun. Semi crossover with White Lotus, but you don’t need to have seen the latest season to enjoy the story. Little easter eggs if you have. Enjoy!

There was an art to the perfect distressed whine. 

Too needy could sound appallingly fake. 

Not quite desperate enough could get a girl ignored or God forbid pitied. 

It needed to sound low and airy all at once. Almost like a mating call. 

The face was just as important. A good pout never hurt. Sad large eyes were helpful, but not entirely necessary. A sag of the shoulders and a pouty lower lip were a beacon to any man with lingering eyes and a savior complex. 

It was especially helpful if all these attributes were matched with isolation. Was it dangerous to look distressed and be utterly alone? Only to someone who didn’t have a handle on what they were doing. 

She was in control of the situation. 

It would play out exactly how she wanted. 

Her tits were out. That was a very important factor to this delicate equation. Her bikini was the best one she had brought with her. She had taken such care with her selection of bathing wear to bring to Thailand. The country was filled with bald rich men who wanted nothing more than to find a thin waisted big breasted young woman and spoil her rotten. 

She hadn’t wanted anything permanent. 

Only a rich man to latch onto. 

Permanency was definitely not something she hoped for. 

Not with what she enjoyed doing. A quick in and out, bye fellow, hope to never see you again was golden. 

Her feet sunk deep in the sand, nearly stamping, but not quite. Stamping was for bratty teen girls and she was a woman thank you very much. She pulled on her lobe slightly to indicate why she was so distressed. 

“Oh,” A bite of her lip should do the job as well. Her eyes scanned the crowd quickly before gazing down at the truly marvelous sandy shore. “Where is it?” Her big toe delicately kicked the sand. It was lighter than she had imagined, especially on such a hot day. 

Thailand was truly a gorgeous place with gorgeous people. 

Even a quick scan of who was paying attention to her little fit allowed her to gather that intel. There was a group of three blonde women spread out on beach chairs. She could have sworn the one looked like one of the actresses that had been on the tv the last night she had sex with a dude. It had been background, but the acting had been better than the sex. 

God she needed to get laid. 

There was a teen boy and a young woman chatting on hammocks. The teen had looked over then quickly away. She adjusted her top to making sure her girls weren’t spilling out. All she needed was another indecent exposure to her rap sheet. 

The one that was actually moving slightly toward her was a young guy. 

Shaved head, not bald.

But young. 

He looked like he was wearing something one of those monks in the temples she had visited would wear. 

He probably had no cash. 

It would be a waste of her time. 

The whine came out more desperate now. 

Her eyes cast up and . . . wait . . . fuck . . . he was kind of good looking. 

“You alright?” He had honey in his voice, British frickin’ honey. Fuck. She couldn’t be this horny. 

She did her thing. 

Her eyelashes fluttered. She had on extenders that made them look longer, thicker. How many times had guys told her she had stunning eyes? Too many to count. She could see he got lost in them, surprised by the flutter and the sweetness there she suspected. Her little painted peachy pink fingernails tickled to adjust the straps of her bikini as if in a nervous gesture. 

Her thumb and forefinger again squeezed her empty ear lobe. 

“My earring.” She let out her little whine a bit more pleading now. “I can’t find my diamond earring!” There was a sad hopelessness in her throaty sultry tone. She watched him stare for a moment. Had she bounced her chest too much? Had she sounded too baby girl? 

She let her eyes watch him. Her hair lightly flung over her shoulder. His eyes darted like a dog in need of a bone. He was looking at her other lobe clad in what she knew was a delicate diamond earring. 

It was a very very good fake. 

“Have you retraced your steps?” He was trying his hardest to pry his greedy little eyes away from her shiny ear lobe. If he were a cartoon there would be a cash register noise and money symbols in his eyes. 

“Not yet.” She fluttered her eyes again. “I didn’t even go in the water. I was on my way to the bar and . . . shit . . . those were my grandmother’s and I didn’t want to lose them.” Her fingers tickled her lips pretending to be modest and perhaps slightly embarrassed by her little curse. “I’m so sorry for cursing. I’m just . . .” Flutter. Flutter. Little spark of wetness. “They were really important to me.” 

There always had to be a sliver of truth in a lie. 

It helped a person remember. 

Helped in not getting the details wrong. 

They were her grandmother’s earrings. 

They were important to her. 

If she didn’t find them how could she pull this scam again? 

“All right. We’ll find them, love.” She fiddled with her straps this time not in a flirtatious gesture that was intentional. Love? Oh, she adored the British and their little sayings. American men were never elegant speaking. 

“You think?” She wondered, remembering to push her chest forward. 

Her tits bounced a bit letting his eyes fall from the sparkle in her ear to those tanned rounded breasts just hiding under the thin piece of fabric. She was glad he found interest elsewhere. It’d be easier to manipulate him if he wanted to fuck her. 

“Yes, of course, now,” His eyes looked at her. They were a pretty blue she wanted to be rolled back white with ecstasy soon. “Where were you sitting?” 

She knew exactly where she had been. 

She knew exactly where she had “dropped” her earring. Her eyes could trace the pathway in the white sand from her current position to the lounge chair she had been spread out on. Her fake Marc Jacobs quilted bright blue hand bag was casually left open on the elongated chair. Her play was to look like the rest of the obtose, dumb, rich snots lounging on the beach closest to the luxury hotel. Her fingers traced the trail for him walking close to where the little earring caught the light. 

It was easy for him to be her knight in shining armor. 

He dipped his hands down brushing the sand away to find that perfect stone in the sand. 

“Oh GOD! You found it!!!” She didn’t care for his personal space. The need to feel that fine body against hers was enough to let her inibitions loose. Her arms swung around him crashing her over exposed body to his very tasteful rock hard body. 

Seriously? Did this wanna be monk work out? 

Did they have gyms in the monastery? 

He pushed her off slightly.

How incredibly rude! Especially when she looked this hot. 

He placed the little earring in her open palm. 

“Thank you.” Little seductive whisper as she placed it into her ear, trying not to look at him. “Sorry. I was just so -” 

“No, I understand. It can be thrilling to find something you lost.” Oh, his eyes were scanning her body. Did he suck in his lip? At least he was still on the hook. “We just . . . I’m just . . . not supposed to . . . be tempted.” Eyes still followed down every curve of her body as if taking it in for memory. 

Celibacy? 

That was a thing in many religions. 

Oh this would be more fun!

“Didn’t mean to tempt you.” Her hand lovingly stroked the missing earring back in place. “That must be very hard for you. Especially coming to a beach with so many gorgeous people.” She admired the buffet of in shape bodies laid out and frolicking in the water. 

“I come here to test myself.” He said with a nod of his head looking around as she had. “And to try to get others to feel the enlightenment that brought me inner peace.” 

“I couldn’t imagine a life without sex.” It was the most honest she had been during this trip. She was still playing with her earring. “It feels too good.” 

“There are plenty of other ways to make yourself feel good.” He said as if he wasn’t undressing her with his eyes. “Prayer. Meditation. All bring inner peace and understanding.” Sounded fuckin’ boring. 

“I am sorry for hugging you.” It was her cue to begin a plan to break this stubborn monk’s exterior. “Maybe I can make it up to you with dinner tonight?” She swayed back and forth letting her breasts really move, really bounce. He decided to focus on eye contact. 

“I could not ask that of you.” In that moment she saw hope on his face. 

She had felt his ribs under the toned exterior. 

Maybe he really did need a good meal. 

“Buddha teaches compassion, right?” She knew some things. A little about a lot in order to make her way in life how she pleased. “Let me help you with a warm meal. Let me thank you for helping me in my time of need.” She didn’t know if she could count finding a little rock in the sand as a big thing, but to the girl she was pretending to be it was so important. 

His eyes settled on hers with a soft ghost of a smile. 

Maybe of the sexual deviant he had once been, maybe still was. 

“A meal for kindness and compassion? I can manage that.” 

***

She found herself trying on several different outfits for dinner tonight. 

Her bungalow had cost an arm and a leg, but it was so very well deserved considering the various ordeals and people she had to put up with. Not only was staying at one of the most expensive resorts in Thailand an absolute delight to her, it was on the bill of someone else. 

She was such a hard worker. 

Absolutely deserved. 

She wasn’t sure if she should go for something casual and long or short and sexy. The array of clothes thrown on her bed would have given housekeeping a heart attack. It was nearly covering the unmade California king. She touched the silk fabric hoping to imagine the sexually frustrated British monk furiously ripping the fabric from her body. 

She fanned herself looking in the full length mirror. 

Fuck. 

She needed to get laid. 

She decided on a casual leopard print wrap dress with no bra. She was young enough that her tits had yet to sag like some older elitists on the beach. Clearly they were too full of themselves to get a breast lift. She pinched her nipples underneath to make them stand to attention. 

There was no way he was going to resist her in this get up. 

She tossed the rest of her clothes into the walk in closet. 

The clothes barely mattered to her if they weren’t doing the job tonight. 

She hiked down the long winding steps on the beautiful nightly pathway. Ugh she could live here! It was the most beautiful of the White Lotuses she had stayed in. Just the perfect mix of everything. She was entranced by the humming of insects and the soft cry of the wildlife. She loved a location that felt more alive in nature than with the people around her. 

She arrived at the guard post happily. 

“Hi Gaitok!” She made sure to know most of the hotel staff’s names wherever she went. Especially the ones who seemed unimportant. They were always the most helpful and most appreciative when push came to shove. The guard, who was only a little handsome, was speaking with his superior, a quiet conversation in Thai. She knew enough to get by, but never let on. She pushed up her sunglasses as the night had fallen into dark. “Has my guest arrived yet?” She had informed the guard house upon her return to the hotel that an outside guest named Genyen would be joining her for dinner. 

“Yes, Miss.” Sometimes she hated being called that, but in places like this that suffix made her feel important. “He is standing over there.” She saw that her friend was standing beside an ancient wilting tree toward the front of the building. 

She could not help frowning seeing he was dressed in the same maroon tunic she had seen him in hours earlier. 

“Hello there, friend.” She let her electric pink lips greet him with the friendliest smile she could imagine. His own smile told her that he appreciated her appearance. 

“Hello. You look absolutely stunning. If that is not too forward.” His eyebrows shot up as she stepped forward. 

“No it isn’t. I don’t get complimented enough.” She sighed as they walked to the resturant. 

“Why do you feel that is?” 

Feel? 

That sort of language raised her flags. He might have been trying to convert her, but she was doing the same. 

“Not sure if you noticed, but I am a bit of a loner.” She tried her best to move closer to him as they walked, but the little bastard kept stepping away. 

“Why is that?” At least he didn’t add feel. 

“It’s easier to be on your own. Nobody to run plans by. Nice and comfy in a room all alone. I don’t need anyone. I’m very self-sufficient.” She let a sweet expression creep in. 

“You must get lonely.” There it was. Especially with his eyes noticing she was not wearing a bra. Her perked nipples were coming in very handy at this moment. He’d probably pop a boner at any moment. 

“I do. But that is what making new friends is for.” She linked her arm with his watching his face to see if he grew uncomfortable. He didn’t. Maybe he had resigned himself to a little discomfort in order to “teach her the path of enlightenment” or whatever. 

His smile was so very nice. It was true that she liked to make new friends. It was a nice challenge from time to time, falling into a role that most pleased her chosen companion. She could play the innocent spoiled rich girl, lonely and craving company. He seemed to be focused on getting her to find that inner peace that all those material things couldn’t give her. 

“The earrings go lovely with your dress.” She instinctively touched them as they sat at her reserved dining table. A waiter retrieved another chair. 

She saw some frequent diners at the resort smile seeing her with added company. 

Those looks would add to her persona of a lonely young thing with too much money to spend. 

“Thank you. You are very kind.” Her eyes trailed over the menu as if she would be getting something other than her usual. 

“I was hesitant to come here. I feel out of place.” Her eyes did not look up from the menu. “Feel as though everyone is staring at me.” 

“Their opinions shouldn’t matter.” Again, too truthful. Too close to her real self. “They will barely remember seeing you in the morning too absorbed in their own lives.” Fuck why had she admitted that? 

Luckily the heavily accented waiter was there to take their drink order. 

She ordered a coconut mojoito.

He asked for water. 

“Was alcohol a temptation in your former life?” She wondered balancing her chin on her hands. He sheepishly looked away. It was a bit over dramatic. 

“I was tempted by many vices before coming to the monastery.” His water came before her drink. He slowly sipped it. 

The conversation was easy enough for two people who came from different walks of life. He had been committed to this lifestyle for nearly ten years now. He had found enlightenment after tumultuous university years of yes drinking, yes sleeping around, and yes a hit of a stray drug or two. He found saying no to temptations extremely difficult. 

She found it off putting he only talked about himself. 

At a certain point she stopped listening, focusing on taking in her mojito as he discussed potential alcoholism in his family. He watched her lips sucking down the clear frothy liquid in the wide straw. When she saw him noticing she pushed her lips down further wondering if he was imagining it was his dick like she was. 

“Is it your first time in Thailand?” Finally she could talk about herself!

“Yes.” She lied. Well, not entirely. No it wasn’t her first time in Thailand. She had been at least six times in the last decade, either on layovers elsewhere or staying with girlfriends when she had them. Yes, it was her first time at the Thai White Lotus. “I absolutely adore it here. I don’t want to leave. I’ve been here a few days and it already feels like home.” 

“Where is home?” 

Oh that was a hard hitting question. 

She was in truth a nomad given her lifestyle of stealing, scamming, and all around lying her way into pleasant experiences. Once upon a time she had a home, a place to hang her hat as the saying went. 

“New York.” Big state. Easy to lose someone. Or not find a girl you only knew the first name of. She had littered her accent with it. On purpose or accident, one may never know. 

“You come from money?” Oh now she was missing when he only talked about himself. 

It’s okay. 

She had prepared for this. 

She had a whole story for this trip. 

Luckily she didn’t need to share much promptly. 

Their waiter was there for their order. 

She ordered the Gaeng Poo Bai Cha Plu, again. Her words still stumbled over the pronunciation even though she could have said it perfectly if she wanted to. He ordered the most basic item on the menu, vegetable pad thai. She ordered another mojito before they were abandoned. Somehow drinking more made her a better liar.  

“Are you a vegetarian or vegan?” She knew the noodles were vegan friendly. She desperately wanted to change the subject away from her “backstory”. 

“Vegetarian. Five years now. You didn’t answer my question.” Fuck. She saw a slight change in his eyes. Anger? “Do you come from money?” 

“Like family?” She could play dumb. 

“Yes.” 

Simple enough response. 

“Well, yeah, I’m too young and dumb to be able to afford all this on my own.” The tactic of lowering her worth always seemed to work on pretty boys. They never knew what to do with a girl with low self esteem who in reality was probably the most gorgeous woman he’d ever lay his eyes on. 

“I’m sure you aren’t stupid.” There wasn’t pity as she suspected. He was looking at her body though. “You are taking care of yourself on your own. That is a rarity in our generation.” She huffed out. She hated when people noted “our generation” as if they came from the same tribe or something. “Did I say something wrong?” Fuck he noticed. 

“No just . . .” She sucked down the rest of her drink making sure he saw how much of the straw she could take in. “We seem very different.” 

“Yes, you are gorgeous and rich and I’m -” 

“Genyen, you are gorgeous.” She let her hand slap his lightly. His eyes looked down at her flesh touching his. Got him. “If you weren’t a monk . . . well . . . there would be so much fun we could have tonight.” Her finger traced his knuckle expecting him to move away. 

He didn’t. 

“I . . . I . . . can’t.” It didn’t sound like he couldn’t. It didn’t feel that he didn’t want to. She could nearly feel his pulse quicken. “I shouldn’t.” 

“Doesn’t Buddha teach forgiveness?” Her tits bounced forward. Unlike all these other women here her body was au natural. D size tits brought to you by genetics. Praise worthy curves courtesy of squats and lunges. A flexible frame thanks to yoga and years of gymnastics. “One night of bliss can be forgiven.” Her bottom lip pouted out just as their meals came. 

She thanked the waiter. She loved her food maybe just as much as reeling in a good looking young man away from his tradition of a decade. Their conversation turned one sided with her gushing over the food, how it was her favorite dish, how much she loved curry. She gabbed on and on watching as he silently nodded and ate his noodles. 

“Penny for your thoughts, Genyen.” She was licking her spoon seductively. His fork clattered against the dish. 

“I can’t.” She thought he was going to stand and leave the way he said it. Instead he sharply looked at her. 

“Can’t what?” Her innocence was so frighteningly good she nearly convinced herself. 

“I can’t pretend I’m not attracted to you.” His eyes ran over her again. “I shouldn’t have come here.” 

“But you did. For a reason, I hope.” She went to reach for his hand. He pulled away. 

“If you touch me again I fear I will have to fuck you on this table.” The way he spoke was so dark and different then the Genyen she had met earlier today. 

She swallowed very VERY turned on by his words. 

Was it suddenly hotter? 

“Do you . . . want that?” She wondered. She sucked on her thumb, lightly splattered in crab curry. 

“No.” She blinked. “I prefer to be intimate in private.” 

She was only a little disappointed. 

***

He had her pinned to the window as soon as they entered her bungalow. 

His lips were devouring hers as if starved for attention. She didn’t even mind the aggressive nature of his tongue ramming into her mouth. This is what she had wanted since she had landed in Thailand. 

“Genyen!” She said between kisses. 

“It’s Shaun.” He corrected. 

Who cared!

He lifted her thighs so her legs could easily wrap around his waist. He had a raging hard on that made her squeal. 

Nice, thick cock. 

At least if she was feeling him through his dry humps correctly. 

“God, I’m so sweaty and gross.” She giggled only a little tipsy from two drinks. 

“No, not at all. So fuckin’ hot.” He was biting her neck. 

“Fuck me in the shower?” 

“Where is it?” She could now see his lust hungry eyes were daring her. 

Her hands anchored to his shoulders hopping off of him. She dragged him to the large bathroom that was nearly the size of her old dorm room. Her hands crudely undressed him. 

Fuck, yes! She was right. He was toned. 

God his arms were gorgeous and strong and so so yummy. 

Jackpot. 

Cha-Ching!

Whatever other noises could signify her delight were in her head and apparent on her face. 

“You are wearing too much.” He told her. With little effort he undressed her with the ease of a sexual fanatic. His hands played with every curve, breasts, torso, hips, ass, thighs. “I could worship you from now on.” 

“I’m not a god, Shaun.” She giggled letting herself pretend to be drunker than she was. 

“You okay?” He wondered, letting his hand tangle with her hair. “I’m not doing anything you don’t want me to? You aren’t too -” 

She cut him off with a kiss. 

“The only reason I asked you to dinner was because I wanted to fuck you.” She admitted, a little too truthful. 

“Even though I said I was abstinent?” He raised a brow, not angry at the honesty, but curious by it. 

“Boosts a girl’s ego to get a hot celibite monk into bed. Or a hot steaming shower.” She walked over to turn on the water in said shower. “What can I say? I’m a sinner.” 

She grabbed him, taking him into the beautifully stone tiled shower that nearly took up the entire room. He wasn’t an excellent kisser, but he made up for it in the way he touched her body. Shaun knew a woman’s body. It was very clear by the way he was grabbing her ass and nipping at her nipples that he was an expert at this in his former life. 

Maybe the whole celibacy bit was a lie because there was no way he could be this good without having sex for - 

Fuck he was fingering her!

Without warning he had eased two curled fingers inside her. 

She was gasping and nearly collapsing. 

“Were you this wet all night?” He was thrusting inside her without abandon. Her knees were nearly shaking. “You like it rough don’t you, Leah?” She had thrown the fake name at him earlier in the day. Even though it wasn’t her real name her body still tingled at the bass in his tone against her ear. “You are a naughty girl.” 

Oh she could be naughtier. 

“Stop fingering me and let me suck that cock.” 

His attempts sputtered a bit at her being in fact naughtier than he thought. He released his fingers from inside her watching her drop to her knees. The stones would make indents on her knees, but that oral fixation wasn’t gonna go anywhere without her taking care of it herself. He leaned against a bar in the shower presenting his erection as if it were a gift to her hungry mouth. 

“I’ve been thinking about this all night.” Base to tip in her hands sighing at the fact it was literally in her grasp. 

“I know. I got hard watching you suck down those drinks.” She loved watching his lust hungry eyes. Something seemed to change in him the moment they crossed her threshold. 

Fuck if she cared what that change was. 

She was getting what she wanted. 

“I was thinking about this.” Her tongue swirled around his tip. She watched him lean back, close his eyes, and curse deeply at the sensation. “Getting you off. It must be so painful to abstain from temptation.” 

“Yes. So painful.” 

Little kiss at his tip. 

“You are so very brave.” 

A pout and her lips wrapped around his tip sucking and pumping him a few times. 

“So brave.” 

He was panting as she took him in further letting the shower, warm and wet, soak her hair and lubricate his cock. Her hands worked easily on his balls squeezing them while her other hand massaged what she couldn’t fit in. His cock wasn’t monstrously long, but enough that if she wanted to she could take all of it in her mouth and throat without a problem. 

It was much more fun to tease him. 

His hand was quick to position itself at the back of her head pushing her down. 

“Fuckin’ slut.” He whispered, not meanly, but with a biting tone. “You love sucking dick, don’t you? FUCK.” 

She did. But not because she was a slut. She was a slut, maybe. She loved sex. She loved sucking cock because she literally had a man under her control. His pleasure was in the palm of her hand. Sure he could thrust into her and fuck her face, but she could also bite his dick off. 

Her eyes gazed up at him. He wasn’t looking down. Fuck, was he looking at his reflection in the glass door? She thought about biting him, instead she squeezed his balls. His knees shuttered nearly falling. Shaun’s face looked down at her watching as she deep throated him. His entire cock disappeared into her mouth. She held it there feeling pre cum in the back of her throat. 

“Holy shit.” It was a soft whisper. “Holy shit. Holy shit.” His hands moved away from her to steady himself. She squeezed his balls again, but not very much. They were already close to his body. 

She got what she wanted. 

The desperate cry of a man cumming was such music to her ears. 

She swallowed every bit of him. 

He was jelly when she released him. She opened her mouth to take in some water from the shower. She moved it around in her mouth before spitting it out. Shaun was so fuckin stunned by the whole ordeal he looked frozen, though his cock was soft now. She casually grabbed a bottle of shampoo from a shelf inside the shower massaging the liquid into her hair. 

“Why do you look so stunned?” Her grin was so wide. 

“You . . . I . . .” She laughed as he struggled to find the words. 

“Yes?” She let the water wash the soap free from her hair. 

“Leah,” His eyes looked at her lips. “You swallowed?” 

“I don’t have a gag reflex.” She shrugged. Shaun was still searching her face, then her body. “Yeah, I’m a slut who swallows. You want to give me a medal?” She offered her palm as if waiting for said medal. 

“No,” He looked down at her palm then at her face. Those hungry eyes screamed with lust. “But I do want to fuck you.” 

Good. 

***

She barely had time to dry off. 

Her giggle erupted as he threw her on the bed. 

Her body bounced. He growled pinning her there, arms over her head. The kiss he gave her was less hungry and more thankful, passionate. It was the kind of kiss a boy gave to a girl when they were so young they were thankful for lustful moments like this. She had felt that way once so it was easy to live it again. 

“You are really good at sucking cock.” Did that sentence break the sweetness a bit? Sure, but she could see how grateful he was. 

“Lots of practice.” She tapped the tip of his nose. 

“Don’t have to say it like that.” He laughed defensively. 

“Oh why? You jealous of all the cocks before you? All the cocks after you?” 

“Maybe a little.” 

Huh. 

He couldn’t hide the bashfulness in his face. 

“Don’t think about that.” Her arms pulled him closer wrapping around his neck. “Think about pounding my pussy so hard I can’t remember anyone else’s cock.” He watched her face. He could have been put off by her crude honesty. 

“Knew you like it rough.” 

His lips found hers. The hungry, desperate kisses were delicious. Shaun was incredibly handsy, but that was to be expected if his story was true. She always doubted anything anyone told her. 

Especially men. 

His hands were on her hair, her ears, her cheeks, her neck, and further down, down, down her very naked body. Her hips bucked at his cock which was rising to the occasion. She pulled him closer, running her hands over his shaved prickly head. 

His face was buried in her tits. God he was slobbering all over her. It would be endearing if his saliva wasn’t so warm. He was like a dog in heat panting over her. She might have regretted the entire ordeal if he hadn’t sucked on her nipples so hard she saw stars. 

She cursed loudly watching her ceiling fan spin. 

One leg anchored him closer. 

“Please just fuck me.” She was panting now. 

“I’ll fuck you when I’m ready.” It was nearly a growl. He bit and sucked at her other breast. 

Fuck. 

Stars again. 

She barely had the effort to force herself to take control. 

All the same she flipped him on his back. 

His grin told her he wanted it this way. 

Her on top. 

His hands behind his head. 

“Go on then.” His chin nudged at her. Her eyes followed down the muscular structure of his torso. “Ride my dick. Got it all hard and ready sucking those pretty tits.” 

Oh he was starting to think like he deserved all this. 

He didn’t. 

He didn’t deserve her or her perfect body. 

But fuck if she wasn’t so horny that she obeyed like a puppy dog. 

She bounced on his dick making sure to roll her hips in the way that she liked. He looked too smug enjoying the show with his hands behind his head. He lazily would grab one of her tits giving it a squeeze before going back to enjoying the sensation of being inside her. He barely thrust up. 

She misjudged him. 

He wasn’t desperate enough to satisfy her. 

Her hand held him down between his pecs baring down hard. Though she knew his cock wasn’t long enough to hit the spot it needed to. 

“Can you, like, rub my clit or something?” This was going nowhere if she kept on like this. She could have done it herself, but she shouldn’t HAVE to. Shaun should want to satisfy her. 

“Why? I’m enjoying myself.” He said as if that was the only thing that mattered. 

What was the point of him if he wasn’t going to make her cum? 

“Oh my Gawd! Really?” She was about to get off in order to get herself off. She had some toys she could play with that were a hundred of times better then riding a mediocre dick with a man that put in zero effort. 

Instead he flipped her on her back and started barreling into her. 

It took her by such surprise that her cunt grew wet. 

He spit aggressively into his hand before rubbing it hard against her clit while he fucked her. 

Shit. 

Shit. 

Shit. 

She couldn’t help it. Her moans grew into screams as he thrust himself deep and angled into her cunt. There was no time to shout out she was cumming or say anything else. Her back arched at the stimulation of her clit and the deep angles of his cock inside her. 

He didn’t stop. 

Not after her second orgasm or third or fourth or - fuck she lost count. 

He fucked her until he was satisfied and creaming on her inner thigh. 

She had trouble catching her breath holding onto her chest. 

Was she going to die? 

She had never been so overstimulated in her life. 

“You’re fine.” He said, seeing her hand on your chest. “Don’t be so dramatic.” 

She only looked at him. He grabbed a tissue from the end table wiping his cum from her body. 

Was it more than just on her inner thigh? 

“Where did that come from?” She finally said when she wasn’t gasping for breath. 

“Told you. I haven’t done that sort of thing in a very long time. Buddha forgive me.” At the last sentence he almost rolled his eyes. He laid back naked, exposed, and looking very comfortable. “Have you never been over stimulated before?” 

“Yeah, but not like THAT.” Another fact she let slip. Her clit felt sore. Walking tomorrow wasn’t going to be very fun. 

“Rich fellows don’t know how to fuck a girl raw and proper.” In her experience that might have been true. Men with money were always given yeses. God forbid they go down on a girl. “Why don’t you go to sleep, rest?” He played with her sweaty hair. Ran his hands over her hip dips and curves. “You’ll feel a lot better in the morning.” The kiss on the forehead was a bit much. “Thanks again for indulging my sin.” 

There was a soft wink. 

She was rather sleeping from all the sex and maybe the drinks too. 

He wouldn’t be there in the morning. 

She knew that. 

But she got what she needed out of the whole thing. 

***

Why hadn’t she noticed the earrings had been taken last night? 

Probably from the diatraction the hopelessly bad sex before he fucked her into the mattress. 

She had to admit it was a good tactic. Feeling her up all the way to her ear lobes to grab what he probably suspected were 5k a piece diamond studs. 

She gazed at herself in the mirror noting the “extra” set of diamond studs her grandmother had gotten her “just in case”. Grammy always knew best when it came to that sort of thing. She had about a dozen of these pretty pairs, each one looked a little more real then the last. 

Her encounter with Genyen or Shaun or whatever his real name was had cost her those earrings, her “fake” passport, forty thousand forged thai bahts, and some cheap costume jewelry she thought looked real. He hadn’t taken the purse probably because it was too suspicious looking. 

She had another passport for her current identity in her safe. 

She wasn’t a moron. 

In total she was probably out maybe a hundred dollars at most. 

The earrings pissed her off the most because that was a petty little trick he had pulled during a passionate moment of love making. 

She couldn’t really call it that, but still a trick was a trick even if it cost nothing to her. 

She examined her ass in the mirror. The pink bikini bottoms with the silver rings attaching the sides were more than drool worthy. It would attract real money and not just a pretty face. 

It was a pity. 

She had to admit last night may have unlocked a new kink in her. 

She enjoyed the overstimulation so much she had fingered herself in the shower to the memory of it. 

But now it was time to move past her little petty criminal with his monk get up and sob story. 

Time to get back to work. 

She slipped on her largest shades. Touched up her makeup making sure her winged eyeliner was perfect and so were her hot pink lips. The fabric of her bikini top was stretched, a little too small for her ample chest. 

She looked incredible. 

Perfect even. 

The sandals were something he should have stolen. She always made sure to wear one thing on her body that was real. The Saint Laurent sandals literally had dollar signs on them, a gift from a sugar daddy or a theft she completely forgot about at the White Lotus in Italy. 

She strolled out to the pool as if she owned it. 

Her mark was easy to find. 

She had seen him around, but he was always latched to the one British babe with the older boyfriend and the fashionable gap in her front teeth. She’d be latched to her too if she swung that way. But alas she was stuck wanting dick. 

He was around her age. 

Plus. 

With hair. 

Double plus. 

With a banging body. 

Cha-Ching. 

She slipped into the lounge chair beside him. She made sure to toss her hair away from him so he could get a good look at her neck and tits. She slipped a delicate hand into her bag ignoring that his eyes were lazily following those tipped pink finger nails. She squeezed some sun tanning lotion into her hand making sure to rub her thighs slow and easy. 

“Aren’t you a smoke show.” Bingo. 

“Huh?” She asked innocently blinking in his direction. 

He grinned. 

“Admiring the view.” He sucked on his lip, unable to hide his immediate attraction to her.  “I’m Saxon.” He offered his hand. She pushed her sunglasses up watching as he made that sweet eye contact that told her immediately he was entranced with her. 

He would be over protective. At first, he would think that he would care only for boys, but no matter if it's his first child, or second, or tenth, he will go into dad mode and just- raise her to be the best. He would take pleasure spending evening reading High Valyrian with her, be very wary of what dresses she wears, of who she meets. He would encourage activities, would it be dragon riding or sword fighting, and whenever she would grow up to be a little rebellious he would turn mad and worry all the time she escapes the Keep or get into trouble. But he would be so proud.

Billy Taylor

Clumsy at first. There is nothing more scary than to have a child, and have a girl of all things. He would be amazed during all the infancy, and then panick. All the time. But he would adore the moments where they would connect and spend time together. She would be as sweet as him, and would be showing her off to her mother and family proudly.

Billy Washington

↑ This is his genuine reaction learning he'll have a girl. The minute he realises it, his mind is set on doing better, on getting all the help he needs in order to be a better person, and the best dad. There is something scary about having a girl, but he knows she'll be okay because the girls in his family are brilliant.

Ettore

What will he do with a girl? Is that the product of his obsession? Why is this different of any other girls he knows? > Because it's his daughter. On earth, he would be an awful dad (if he managed to keep her, that is), would provide but barely. Maybe send her to fetch his cigarettes or do things for him that a child shouldn't do. But in the end he would like to have her closer to him. It's his daughter, no one else's.

Genyen/Shaun

Would not care, at first. Hell, what even is the point? When he sees her for the first time it's so odd, she is his, and she will grow up to resemble him. Maybe he could teach her a thing or two, who knows? How to fare for herself, how to con people. And as time passes, the more they team up, and he can't see his life without her.

Michael

It's his babygirl. He is so lucky. She will be brilliant, how could she not be? He will protect her from the others that will look down on her, because no one deserve her anyway. They don't deserve to be in his presence. He would buy her so many books, her first computer at four, and from there just watch her grow to be as brilliant as him. And then she would crush all the category of person that looked down on him when he was himself growing up. He would be so proud.

Oh, and he would made dad jokes. All the time.

Osferth

Caring, loving. A product of the sky she is. What is more beautiful than his daughter? She is a gift, and he would protect her with his life, cherish her until she is so happy she shines. He would read to her early on, and then when she would know the psaums better than him he would have the biggest grin. He doesn't want to fight anymore, just take care of her.

Tom

Him, a dad? Okay, he'll manage. Shouldn't be so hard, eh? But then a girl? He'll turn into someone else. Attentive, doting, a little firm but it's because he just want to protect his family, and hell how he would want to protect her. He would have an even closer relationship with her than the mother and would be so happy. She teach him how to be more responsable, because there is nothing more worth than changing for her.

Will

Will Will Will. Would be really lost at what to do, but then he looks and looks at her and just fall in love. Why should he not spend all the time he can with her? Would feel guilty nonetheless. What if he is not good enough? He would let the mother take care of her, but he can't stay always long. Believes she would be better without him, anyone would be actually. But life gave him this girl, he should at least try. And he won't regret it.