#tw.dubcon

Mike Wheeler, the friend who was there to take you to and from Stacey Albright's graduation party. The one who offered to be the designated driver because you can't control your liquor (a lie, but who was he if not an exaggerated storyteller). He was softer, lighter with you when you were under the influence, like he knew that all you needed was care and affection. 

So when he took you home that night and opened the door to your bedroom, it wasn't out of the ordinary.  It was everything but different when he slipped the straps of your dress off your shoulders, when he found his nose buried within the crook of your neck, slender, warm fingers finding their home in the plush of your hips; squeezing, like you'll run off if he doesn't hold you in place.

Words are hardly exchanged when he's pushing you onto the mattress, and your garments pool at your ankle, with his one hand petting your hair and another petting your crotch, feeling for the warmth he looked forward to these nights.

Your jagged breaths synced together when he pressed two fingers against the button between your bare folds, earning him a wanton moan. 

"Like this..." He'd murmur from above, pressing his fingers taut against the back of your thighs, bending your legs forward and soaking in the sight beneath him. All before draping his fingers over the wet nub tucked between your wet lips, grazing at it with the pad of his coarse thumb.

He relished in the way it twitched, his chest growing warm at seeing you unfold because of him.

He did this to you, he is doing this to you.

Another minute passed and he's pushing the head of his cock into your sopping heat. Your breath hitched while he pressed in, stretching you out so nice and full, you swore you could feel him in the back of your throat. 

Your watering eyes locked with his momentarily, begging for reprieve from his uncaring cock. "Mi..." your voice died out, getting caught in your throat at the same time he bottomed out. He was snug inside and his balls nestled against your taint. He felt the muscles in your calves tense up as your toes curled in anticipation. He swore he could write about the luxury that was your body.  

"Just," he leaned in close, hunched over your frame, "just take it, okay?" 

That's the last thing you remember hearing. The last coherent anything your brain parsed that night.

To him, you gave in so easily, it'd have been a waste to not take you. That's why he had you folded beneath his body, trapping you in his heat as his hips smoothed into yours. He could feel your limbs writhe and his hands found themselves restraining you each time. 

"Just let me," He'd breathe out, burying his moans into every crevice he kissed. "Just..." he muttered once more, both hands pushing you down into the mattress by your thighs. He kept you there. He hiked your legs over his shoulders and kept you there, still in time. 

"We'll have a whole litter..." he practically moaned, his fingers digging into the fat of your thighs, kneading into you, "we'll get away.." he was rutting into you now, "Let me give it to you," he wasn't asking, he never did.

He snaked an arm behind your neck and his fingers nestled on the back of your head, cradling you into pressing your forehead against his. Then, he was sliding back in. Your heat coating his cock with the slickest arousal, until his pelvis kissed yours, and you couldn't help the shiver that ran down your body.

You couldn't help the way your cunt fluttered around the base of his heavy cock, or the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head and his slender fingers wrapped a fistful of hair to keep you still. You couldn't help but find comfort in his warmth, finding comfort in his presence as his cock emptied inside of you, while he pet your hair, letting you ride out your orgasm, and he whispered- no, rambled on about everything you'd do together once you were bound to him. 

Mike Wheeler, he always quite the storyteller. 

note: Aerion’s part is longer than I expectrd because… well I got carried away! I really have to rewatch daemyra’s scene sooo I can put it rightin my imagination and I also used rhae’s clothing that scene to use here in the fic too.

Being the youngest daughter of Maekar Targaryen means living in the shadow of a father whose heart turned to stone the moment Dyanna Dayne took her last breath. Your own mother was a political marriage to satisfy the both parties, and she birthed you with silver hair and lilac eyes that you inherited from your father, but she also gave you other features she passed down, like your skin. You might look the part of being a Targaryen, but you’re a ghost in your own home, and your father stares at you as if he’s searching for a face he’ll never see again. He looks for a resemblance to Dyanna that you don't have, while your other sisters carry her memory in their faces. You’re just a reminder of a necessity, and it left a void that no amount of power could ever truly fill.

The rest of your siblings are just a mess of broken pieces, and you’re always watching them from the shadows of the big halls. Daeron is the oldest, but he’s usually lost in the drink in his goblet while he tries to escape from his own dreams. Aerion is a brother who hates you because you don’t share his whole blood, and he treats you like an outsider every chance he gets. Aemon stays away from the family, and your sisters are busy with their own lives, while your beloved Egg is always sneaking off to escape Aerion, too. You’ve learned to do things in the way only a princess like you can, and that means testing the patience of the one man who actually looks at you.

Baelor Targaryen is the Hand and the heir to the throne, but to you, he’s just the uncle who holds your leash too tight. He doesn't have a daughter of his own, so he has taken you under his wing, and he tries to keep you shielded from the world while your own father forgets you exist. He treats you like a doll that might break while he ensures you remain untouched because he wants to save your hand for a high lord you deserve, and he treats your name as if it’s his own to defend. You feel trapped by his kindness, and his constant worry makes the whole place feel like a cage that gets smaller as time passes. Your beloved brother knows about the complicated relationship you have with your uncle, and Aerion loves to mess with your head because of it.

He whispers that Baelor is just another man trying to own you, and he pushes you to break the Prince’s heart just to see what freedom feels like. He always loved to toy with you, even when you were younger, because you and he don’t share the same mother. So it was nothing that he spent weeks filling your ears with stories about common folk beyond the Red Keep, because that was the easiest way to build an image for you, and he promised to show you things Baelor would never allow. He talks about walking through the realm without a single knight at your back, and he tells you the people in the streets have more life in them than anyone in this cold place.

That promise of freedom is what leads you to the small scrap of parchment paper hidden under your pillow, and you read his handwriting by the light of the fire. The note tells you exactly where the hidden door is and gives you instructions on how to get out without anyone knowing. You wait until the halls are quiet and the knight in charge thinks you’re already out for the day. The only sound you can hear is the wind passing by while you walk toward the corner of your chambers. The chair in front of the exit is heavy, but you manage to shove it aside, and the wood scrapes quietly against the floor as you clear the way to the wall. You press your hand against the stone, and it swings open to reveal a dark pathway.

There’s an unpleasant smell and wet stone, while you can see a small bundle of fabric sitting on the floor of the passage. You lean through the opening while your hands grip the edge of the stone frame, and you peer into the hallway to check if the coast is clear. Once you’re on the other side, you reach for the bundle, and you start to strip your heavy clothes. It lands on the floor, and you leave it right where Aerion’s gift had been waiting as if you're swapping one identity for another. You put on the brown tunic, then tie the laces at the front before slipping into the sturdy breeches and the dark grey doublet. The fabric is rough against your skin, but it has more life than anything you’ve worn in years.

You sit on the cold ground to pull on the boots, and you tug the laces tight until they’re secure enough for a long walk. You finish the look by tucking your silver hair under a cap, and you finally look like just another smallfolk in the city. Sevens, you even look like a boy in such a state. You stand up, and you shove the stone back toward the way it was, but you make sure to leave a tiny gap. You don't close it all the way because you need to be able to get back inside before the sun comes up and people come looking for you. You begin to walk down the narrow stone stairs once you're sure everything is good, and the air gets colder the further you go. The walls are damp, and the only light comes from the small torches flickering in the distance as you follow the path deeper.

You keep your steps quiet as you watch the uneven way beneath your feet while moving through the hallways and along the silent tunnels. The path eventually leads deep under the Red Keep, where the altar of the massive skull of Balerion is sitting. You take a moment to look at its enormous size before walking past it, then follow the hallway as it leads toward more steps. You finally feel the cold air of a chilly night after you reach the bottom, and you see a figure leaning against the wall. Aerion looks up as you approach, and he gives you a crooked smile. “Took you long enough.” Aerion doesn't wait for an answer before he reaches out to grab your hand with a firm grip.

He tugs you forward, and you follow him as he leads the way out of the keep and toward the city. Both of you hurried to reach the bottom of the stairs, and the silence of the Red Keep is replaced by the distant noise of King's Landing at night. Aerion keeps a fast pace while he guides you through the streets. “Stay close and do not let go of my hand,” he says as he looks over his shoulder to check on you. He turns a corner where the street is filled with brothels, and you realize he’s taking you toward the Street of Silk. You keep your head down while you clutch his hand tightly when you step into this kind of crowd for the first time.

“Is this it?” you ask while you try to process what you see and the strange faces. “It is,” Aerion laughs, and he leads you deeper into the noise. “Baelor would be mad if he could see you now.” You follow him inside a crowded building, where you can’t describe very well what the scent is that you smell. Someone snatches the doublet right off your shoulders as you push through the people, and it disappears into the crowd, but Aerion doesn't even try to stop them. He just yanks his own hood back to reveal his silver hair, and he stands tall as he leads you further into the room. “Let them have it,” he says while he looks back at you. “You do not need it here,” he adds.

You look around the room, and you see why he isn't worried about you missing your clothes. People are showing all of their skin everywhere you look, and you see women with exposed breasts while men walk around with their cocks hanging between their legs. In every corner, there are people fucking without any shame while the rest of the crowd just watches or drinks. You see bodies entwined together, and the sight makes your face hot, but Aerion just keeps moving as if this is the most natural thing in the world. It’s almost like he’s always here and used to it. Aerion leads you into a massive room where the room is filled with gasping breaths and sounds of pleasure.

You see people fucking on every surface, and some are sprawled across the cushions, while others are pinned against the walls or just doing it without shame on the floor. The sight of so many men and women thrusting or bouncing out in the open makes your heart race. He guides you toward the side of the room, and he doesn't stop until your back is pressed against a cold wall. Aerion looks down at you with a grin, and his fingers reach for the laces of your tunic. “You are shaking,” he whispers while he starts to undo the knots with slow movements. “Is the little princess scared of a few naked bodies, or is it just that you have never seen how people live?”

He loosens the fabric until it hangs open, and he shoves his hand inside to grope your breast. His calloused palm squeezes your flesh, and he watches your face for any sign of pleasure. “Look at them,” he orders while he yanks on the laces to open the shirt even further. “Do not turn away like a coward. You wanted to see behind the walls of the Keep, so you might as well see all of it.” His other hand drops to the waistband of your breeches, and he starts fumbling with it. You try to look away from the people nearby, looking at the two of you, but he grips your chin, and he forces you to keep your eyes on the room. He yanks the breeches down past your hips with a sudden movement, and they fall to your ankles.

“Much better,” he murmurs as he looks at you from your head to your toes while you stand there and have never felt more exposed than before. “Now you look like you actually belong here.” Aerion doesn't waste another second before he silences your protest with his mouth, and he crushes his lips against yours in a harsh kiss. You feel the warmth of his body as he pins you harder against the cold wall while his hand slides down between your legs. His fingers find your pearl, and he starts to grind his palm against your center with a harsh pressure that makes your knees weak. You try to gasp, but the sound is trapped in your throat as he slides his tongue into your mouth, and he rubs his thumb over the sensitive bud. The sensation is overwhelming while he toys with what’s between your folds, and you let out a muffled whine into the kiss because of the way he teases you.

He smirks against your lips when he hears the high-pitched moan you make, and he only increases the speed of his hand to make sure you can’t think of anything but him. “Good,” he murmurs while he breaks the kiss just enough to look at your expression. “Make those pretty sounds for me while everyone watches.” Aerion shifts his weight while he watches your face for any sign that you’re close to finishing, and he shoves two fingers deep into your cunt without any warning. The sudden fullness of your cunt makes you arch against the stone as the pain from the stretch of his fingers affects you while you try to clench around him. "Hngh-! ” You let out a choked gasp, and your fingers sink into the skin of his shoulders while you try to find your breath.

He doesn't slow down or give you a moment to adjust, but instead, he thrusts his fingers deeper until they’re knuckle deep. He smirks at the way tears start to pool in your eyes before he leans in close, and you can feel his breath against your skin. “Mmph... Ah! Enough... Aerion- nnngh,” you whimper while you squirm against his hand, but he only takes it to push his fingers deeper inside you. “Enough?” he mocks you before he starts to move his fingers at a rough pace. “If the High Lords of the realm could see their little Princess now... legs wide and sobbing in a brothel, do you think a single one of them would still want to marry you? You are tainted now,” he sneers while he increases the speed of his hand. “No one wants a girl who has been opened by her brother while commoners watch her make those sounds.”

“Hah... P-please," you whimper while the pain mixes with the pleasure, and your head lolls back against the wall as he shoves his fingers deep into you. He just watches you while your tears start to flow out because it’s all becoming too much. “You want more?” Aerion murmurs against your skin, and he suddenly drops to his knees while your breeches stay bunched at your ankles. You let out a broken gasp as he forces your knees apart with his other hand until the fabric of your breeches tugs against your skin and your wet pearl pulses from the feeling of the cold air. He keeps his fingers buried deep inside you while his tongue swipes across your folds at the same time.

“A-Ae-! Gods,” you cry out, and your fingers find his hair while he buries his face between your thighs to taste you out. The feeling of his mouth makes you grind against him as he sucks on your bud while his hand pumps inside. His other hand grips your hip to keep you pinned against the wall while you heave and sob his name. The way he licks and moves his fingers inside you is something you have never felt before, and you attempt to keep your legs from shaking too hard, but always fail. “Look at me,” he growls against your skin while he looks up at you with hunger, and he continues to flick his tongue against you until you’re sobbing from how he does it.

Aerion buries his face even deeper between your thighs while his tongue licks the line of your folds, and he uses the tip of his tongue to flick at your swollen pearl. You let out a loud moan that echoes through the place because you don’t even care if the other people here see your brother between your legs. The shame doesn’t matter if he uses his mouth to suck on your cunt that way, and you only think about the way he shoves his fingers deeper into you. You don’t care about the people watching or the fact that he’s your brother because the way he moves his tongue makes you forget it. You only want to feel more of him as you watch his dark hair move against your skin while he gulps down the slick around it.

You strive to open your legs further, even though the breeches at your ankles stop you, while you lean your head back against the stone, and you let your cries fill the air. “Emā se sȳrje orvorta eman mirre ēdas,” (You have the best cunt I have ever had) he mumbles against your skin while he swipes his tongue over you again, and his fingers pump deeper inside you until you feel something you can’t even describe. You grind your cunt against his mouth while you seek more relief, but he suddenly yanks his face away. You let out a frustrated whine that almost sounds like you’re complaining, which makes him slap your clit with his other hand in response, and he shoves his fingers deeper.

The way he uses his mouth and the thrust of his fingers make you moan loudly because you need his mouth back against your cunt. Aerion doesn’t put his face back between your legs yet, and it almost feels like he doesn’t want to, especially the way he stays there while he continues to use his hand. He watches your reaction while his fingers move fast around you, and the way his eyes stare at you is too much, as if you can even feel it touch you. “L-lēkia- A-Aerion… P-please- kostilus dīnagon aōha relgos arlī va nyke,” (Brother, put your mouth back on me) you cry out as you look down at him.

He smiles at you from below while he finally moves his face back against your center to start working his mouth again. He flicks his tongue up and down your folds with a greed that makes you sob while he sucks at you as if he is starving. You feel his fingers continue to pump, and his mouth focuses on the pearl until your entire body shakes from the pressure. He devours you while he ignores the sounds of the brothel around you because he only cares about the way you taste. Aerion gives you a few more hard thrusts before he yanks his fingers out where he leaves you gaping and empty. He stands up fast, and you immediately feel the cold air of the brothel on your skin when the warmth of his body against you disappears.

He doesn’t say a word when he turns his back on you, and he starts walking fast toward the exit as if he doesn’t want you to catch him. You are left heaving against the wall with your breeches pooled at your ankles and your shirt hanging open that reveals your exposed breasts to the entire room. “Aerion-! N-nngh- hah... wait!” you gasp while you strive to find your balance. You clutch at your open tunic to hide your chest, but you can't even move to follow him because your legs are still shaking from his touch. You watch his silver hair disappear into the group of naked bodies, and you realize he’s actually leaving you here. “Lēkia! Sevens- Aerion!” you call out again, but the sounds of people moaning nearby drown your voice.

You feel the pulsing feeling between your legs, and you hurried to tug your breeches back up before anyone else decides to take advantage of you. “Damn him,” you hiss while you angrily fix your beeches with clumsy fingers. You put your breasts back into the tunic, and you yank the ties shut as fast as you can while your heart beats fast against your ribs. You look around the room with a panicked expression and notice a few men staring at you with hungry eyes. The sight makes you finish tucking in your shirt quickly, and you run toward the exit to try to find him before you're truly lost around the city. You stumble out of the brothel, and the cold air touches your skin like it’s a slap in your title that you’re walking out like this.

You don’t even realize the cap that hid your silver hair is gone, and you just keep walking as the wind blows those strands away. Your clothes are messy, and the way you tuck your tunic is not even proper, but you don’t care because you just want to get away from that place. A few drunkards hanging around in the alley stop to stare as you pass over them. “Is that... silver?” one of them mutters while he squints his eyes through the dark as if he’s trying to confirm if it’s one of the Targaryen bastards because who could even have silver hair but in such a state like you have right now? No highborn will wear that filthy fabric. “Cannot be,” another responds, and he leans against a wooden post. “What would a dragon be doing coming out of a hole like this?”

“Look at the way she walks,” the first one whispers while he watches your shaky legs. “Someone definitely had their way with her there.” You really tried to keep your head down and not fight with them because you would just get yourself caught. You pick up your pace while your heart thumps against your ribs like you are wishing no one would ever recognize you. Every person you’re walking by feels like a hand reaching for you, and every muffled laugh from a nearby window sounds like a mockery of your shame. You reach the side entrance of the Red Keep, and you slip through the door while the silence of the castle swallows you whole. Thanks to the Sevens that the knight on duty was distracted by another night, so they didn’t even blink an eye in your direction.

The halls are empty except for the rats lingering around and the fire from the torches. Everyone is asleep, and the only sound you can hear is the scuff of your boots against the floor. You feel small in the big corridor while you hug your arms around your chest as a poor attempt to feel fully covered, despite the fact that you’re even clothed, and because you can’t stop trembling from the cold. You walk past the closed doors and along the walls as your messy hair falls over your face while you keep your eyes on the floor to avoid being seen. You can feel the air on your swollen lips as you realize how exposed you feel without your doublet because you are only wearing a tunic.

A few of the laces are still untied at the top, but you don’t even bother to fix them. You just want to be in your chamber and hide, so you pick up your pace, which makes your boots thud louder against the floor. You reach the hallway, turn at the end of it, and you almost start running until a tall figure steps out from the shadows and blocks your path. You nearly crash into his chest, and you stumble back while you struggle to keep your balance. You saw the dark hair and stern expression of Baelor when the dim torchlight fell on his face. He stands there with his arms crossed over his chest while he looks down at your messy hair and your untied tunic with a look of pure disgust.

“Where have you been?” he asks, and his voice sounds like he’s mad. You try to walk past him by taking a step to the side, but he moves to block you again, and he stays put. “I asked you a question,” he says before he steps closer, and he forces you back toward the stone wall. You just shake your head, and you try to look away from his gaze because you can’t bear the way he’s judging you. It’s almost like he sees a different person right now, and it’s not the lovely niece he knows. “Did you hear me?” Baelor asks again while his voice rises a little, but not enough to wake people, and he looms over you. “I want to know which brothel you crawled out of and which whorehouse allowed you in.”

His words stirred emotions deep inside you, and what he said is probably worse than a slap. You look up at him and try to stand tall, like you are gathering your confidence to talk back to him. “It is no concern of yours where I spend my time,” you said while you met his eyes. “You are neither my father nor my King, and I do not owe you an account of my activities!” you said with annoyance before you tried to push past him again, but Baelor reaches out, and he catches your wrist. He yanks you back toward him, and he holds you so close that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body.

“It became my concern the moment you brought shame to this house,” he hisses while he stares at your messy hair and tunic. “Was it Aerion? Did you let that boy drag you into the mud?” You let out a bitter laugh before you twist your arm, but he doesn’t let go, and his eyes are now eyeing you angrily at your swollen lips. “Aerion knows how to spend his time,” you spit out, and you lean in toward his face while your eyebrows knit together. “But you are so occupied with the King’s business and the duties of the Hand that you likely have not laid hands on a woman in years.” Baelor’s jaw tightens, and his grip on your wrist gets even tighter until it hurts. He doesn’t say anything for a second, but you can see the rage behind his eyes as he stares at your swollen lips and your slightly opened tunic that will surely reveal your chest if he pulls the tie more.

“Is that what you believe?” he asks, and his voice is strained as he yanks you closer to his chest. “That I have lost my way?” He doesn’t drag you away, but instead he shoves you back against the cold stone of the corridor wall with a sudden force that knocks the whine out of you. He pins your wrists above your head with one hand, and he uses his other hand to grip your throat. It’s not enough to knock you out, but it's enough to catch you off guard. The hallway is empty, and the dim torchlight makes his shadow loom over you as you can feel the warmth of his body. “You think I am too old and too tired for the likes of you,” he whispers after he leans down and his breath touches your ear. “But look at you. You walk back here in this state, and you expect me to ignore how you ruin yourself for a night with Aerion.”

You look up at him, and a taunting smile spreads across your face because you can see how much you’re getting under his skin. You almost look like you enjoy the way he’s towering over you, and you only smiled for a moment before it disappeared. You widen your eyes, and your eyes start to water while you stare at him with a frightened look. Luckily for you, you have a talent for faking your emotions. “You are hurting me,” you whisper, and your voice sounds small in the empty hallway. His hand is still tight against your neck, and you can feel the heat from his palm against your skin. You’re not actually in pain, but you watch his expression for any sign of hesitation. You lean your head back against the wall, and you let a single tear roll down your cheek while you keep your eyes looking at him.

“Is this what you want?” you ask, and you let your voice tremble just enough. “Are you truly going to hurt your only girl because of Aerion? I thought I meant more to you than a reason to lose your temper.” Baelor’s grip doesn’t loosen, but you see a flicker of something in his eyes when you call yourself his girl. He looks down at your swollen lips and then back at your watering eyes while his chest heaves against yours. He leans in closer until his nose brushes against yours, and you can feel his anger. He can easily see through the act, and his eyes darken when he realizes you are trying to play him. “You are not a girl,” he says roughly. “You are a woman who does not know her place, and you think you can play these games with me because I have been kind to you in the past?”

He tightens his grip around your throat, but it’s not in a way that will choke you out of air; instead, he wants you to feel the pressure while he looms over you. He lets go of your wrists, and they drop to your sides, but you’re pinned too firmly against the wall to move. “Do not play the victim with me when you were just in the arms of a prince who cares nothing for your safety,” he growls, and his face is inches from yours. He slides his free hand down your chest, and he slips it under the hem of your tunic. His palm is hot against your skin as he moves upward, and he finds your breast under his palm. He squeezes your flesh firmly, and his thumb brushes over your nipples while he watches your tears dry up.

“Nnngh... H-hah n..." you moan breathily as you arch your back against the wall. The sound makes his jaw clench, and he moves the hand that is already at your neck to slide his fingers up until they touch your lips. He shoves them into your mouth to make you choke on them while his palm is firm against your chin to hold your head from looking away. He forces your jaw open with two fingers he placed over your tongue to keep you quiet. He pressed his weight into you so you could feel the hardness of his cock under his clothes, and he kept his other hand busy under your shirt. “Keep your mouth shut,” he commands, and his voice is gritty. “You will wake the people in this wing.”

You let out a muffled moan against his hand, and you look up at him with wide eyes while your heart thuds against your ribs. He let out a deep groan from his throat, and he started to grope your flesh with pressure that makes your legs feel weak. You try to say something back to him, but you can only make a whine around his fingers while he stares at your face. You look up at him through your lashes, and you reach down with your free hand to find the heavy shape of his cock through his breeches. You wrap your fingers around the length of him, and you feel him throb under your touch when you squeeze him. Baelor lets out a deep grunt, and he closes his eyes for a second as he reacts to your hand.

He doesn’t pull away, and instead, he uses his hand on your face to control your mouth. He shoves his index and middle fingers deeper into your throat while he uses his thumb and his remaining fingers to grip your jaw tightly. He forces your mouth open wider, and he curls his fingers over your tongue to keep you from speaking or biting down. “Mmmph... Hngh! ”You gasp, and your eyes water for real this time when you feel his fingers reach close to your throat. “Seven hells,” Baelor curses, and his voice is hoarse as he leans his forehead against yours. “You are a bold little whore, and you think you can handle a man like me just because you have been playing with Aerion.”

He keeps his fingers buried in your mouth, and he moves his other hand from your breast down to your waist. He fumbles with the ties of your breeches, and he yanks them open with a harsh tug. He doesn’t stop there, and he slides his hand inside to find your wet cunt while your hand keeps working on his cock through the fabric. He finds your bud, and he rubs his thumb against it with a force that makes your knees buckle. "Nngh-! Mmmf!” you cry out against his fingers, and your cunt gets wetter as he pleases you with his thumb. “You want to be used?” he whispers, and he stares into your eyes while he works his fingers inside your mouth with his hand inside your cheeks. “I will give you exactly what you deserve.”

Baelor pulls his hand away from your cunt and mouth before he turns you around with a surprising movement that leaves you breathless. He pushes your face against the cold wall, and he yanks your breeches down to your knees. He holds your ass, and he feels the softness of them for a moment before he leans closer and grinds his clothed cock against you. He wraps one arm around your body, and he slides his hand underneath your tunic so that it rests firmly on your breast while he stays close against your back. “Iksan vaoreznuni,” (I am sorry) he starts apologizing in Valyrian against your ear, and his voice is laced with a guilt that wasn’t there before. “I did not mean to be so harsh with you, my little dove.”

He keeps grinding against you while his hand kneads your chest, and he nuzzles the side of your neck as if he wants to be even closer to you. His anger turns into a desperate affection as he holds you tightly against the wall while his breath hitches. “You just do not understand what it does to me when I think of you in those places,” he murmurs gently, and he closes his eyes as he feels the warmth of your body. You move your hips back against him, and you feel him through his breeches. You grind your arse against his front, and he lets out a heavy groan. You lean your head back against his shoulder before you smile.

“Are you jealous?” you ask softly. “Does it bother you that I was there with my legs open while other men watched? Does it eat at you to think that any one of them could have taken me on the floor and used me until I could not walk?” You feel his heart thudding against your back, and his grip on your breast gets tighter because of what you’re saying. You chuckle, and you move your arse against him again to make sure he feels you against him. “Aerion is young, and he has the fire for it, but you are just an old man who thinks an apology will make me forget how you just had your fingers down my throat,” you whisper, and you shove your arse back into his pelvis.

You feel his breath against your ear while you move your hips to feel his thick cock against your soft flesh. He makes a rough sound, and his fingers sink into your skin. You don’t stop, and you close your eyes while you mock him with your movements. “You are slowing down… Maybe you are just scared that you do not have enough blood left in you, actually, to handle a woman like me,” you murmur, and your hair brushes his face when you lean your head more to his shoulder. He let out a snarl, and he yanked his breeches down past his hips with a single motion. He doesn’t give you a second to prepare before he grabs your waist with both hands, and he positions himself at your entrance.

He pushes into you with a sudden thrust that buries his cock inside you in an instant, and the force of it makes you cry out. You have no choice but to place your palms against the wall to keep your body from falling while he pins you there with the weight of his body. He moves his hands, so they’re both holding onto your hips before he begins to work you against him with a hard force. He isn’t just thrusting into you, but instead he is yanking your hips back to meet every ram of his cock, and the impact makes your face uncomfortably rub against the wall. “You want to talk about Aerion?” he growls in your ear, and his voice is filled with ugly rage. “You think that boy has the fire for this when he could not even keep you for a whole night? He left you in the dirt like a used whore because he is a coward who only knows how to play instead of being a man.”

He pounds into you even harder, and his fingers on your skin are enough to start bruising with how he puts pressure on it while he uses your hips to control the depth of every plunge. “I was going to be kind to you… I was going to take you back to your chambers to- " He cuts himself off while he buries himself inside you to the hilt. “To give you the gentle touch you deserve,” he taunts as he yanks your hips back to meet every ram of his cock, and the impact makes your forehead bang against the wall. “But, no, you just had to keep your tongue wagging,” he hisses while he pounds into you without any plan to stop this any sooner. “Look at you now,” he grunts when you clench around him. “You’re being used in a hallway by the old man you look down on.”

He keeps a tight grip on your waist while he pistons into you. “You’re taking every inch of me while your precious brother is probably with another whore’s cunt." Baelor lets out a moan against your neck, and he moves one of his hands from your hip to your arse. He grips the soft flesh painfully before he pulls back just enough to hit one of your arses with a loud slap that can be heard through the corridor. He doesn’t even care if someone hears the sound or if your father, Maekar, happens to walk around the corner and find his youngest daughter being used by his dear brother. He doesn’t want to hide anymore, and instead, he looks like he wants the whole castle to know exactly who is fucking you like a hound.

“Go on then,” he growls, and he pushes his hips into you with a thrust that makes your toes curl against the floor. “Do not hold back your voice for my sake.” He buries his entire length inside you, and he stays there for a heartbeat to let you feel the fullness of it. “I want you to moan so loudly that every guard and every servant in the Red Keep knows what you are.” He lets his cock throb inside you, and his thickness makes your breath hitch. “Let them all hear how the future king handles a slut like you.” A slap to your arse makes you arch your back with a loud moan to hear from it. His hips start to hammer into you again with a relentless pace and don’t stop for breath. He keeps yanking your hips back to meet him so that you take every bit of him.

His eyes focus on the side of your face, and you can only gasp for air while he seems possessed by the need to have you. “I want them to know,” he murmurs while he kneads your skin. “I want Maekar to hear his youngest daughter making these sounds for me while Aerion sleeps alone in his bed.” You keep your palms pressed against the cold stone, and your arse is arched high to meet him while he works behind you. Baelor doesn’t just thrust anymore, but instead he digs his fingers into your waist so he can force your arse to slide over his cock, and he makes you take every inch of him with each drag. He decides how the pace will go by yanking you back against him while he drags your ass forward to force a moan out of you, and he doesn't let you move an inch unless he’s the one guiding you.

The sounds of both of your skin contacting are loud in the empty hall, and he groans when he feels you clench around him with every slide of his cock. He isn’t gentle at all, and he seems surprised by the way your body welcomes him like that. “You are so tight,” he grunts in your ear, and his voice is strained while he tries to keep his pace. “How can you be this tight after a night with that boy? Did he even touch you at all, or are you just built to take a man this way?”

You let out a broken moan while your back arches even more, and you feel the weight of him filling you completely. You turn your head just enough to look at him, and you let a small smile show on your face even as he hammers into you.

“Do you like it, Uncle?” you gasp, and you shove your arse back to meet him while your heart thumps. “Nngh- do you like how t-tight I am for you? Mmn- tell me.” Baelor lets out a sound that is almost a growl, and he nods while he buries his face in your hair. “Sīkudi nopāzmi" (seven hells), he mutters, and he leans closer into your back while his cock pulses inside you. “Damn you… You know I do- " You let out a laugh, and you wiggle against him, taking him more deeply as you purposely clench around him. “Aerion never put his cock in me,” you whisper while you feel him slow down from his movements behind you. “He only used his fingers and tongue. You are the only one who has been inside me tonight.” Baelor stops for a split second after he hears you, and then he pounds into you, which almost knocks your palms off the wall.

He doesn’t wait for you to catch your breath, and he just pounds himself against your arse while he grips your waist so hard that his knuckles turn white. He sounds like he’s losing his mind, and he shoves his face into your neck while he keeps the same pace without any mercy. “Tonight?” he spat out, and his voice was laced with surprise. “You say I am the only one who has been inside you tonight, but what of the nights before this one?” He yanks you back against him to shove himself deeper inside you, and he holds you there while you feel him twitch. “How many men have used you?” He moves your hips in a slow circle to make his cock rub against your womb, and he watches the way your back arches. “How many times have you given yourself away while I was not looking?”

You gasp as his palm smacks your arse again, and your back arches until your spine feels like it might snap. You feel him filling you, and you shake your head while you try to keep your palms on the wall. “N-no one, uncle- " you cry out, and you shove your arse back to meet his pelvis. “I am a maiden, and no man has ever had me. I have never done this with anyone but you.” The words make him groan while he guides your hips back to meet his thrust. He isn’t even holding back now, and he slaps your arse again while he fucks into you. He looks like a man possessed after hearing that you were a maiden, and he keeps his eyes on the back of your head while he claims you in the middle of the hallway. “A maiden,” he repeats, and he sounds almost disgusted with himself even as he keeps ramming into you. “You are a daughter of the Prince, and you have a name to uphold, yet you let Aerion drag you into that filth?”

He leans his chest against your back to crush you into the stone while he shoves his cock deeper into you to show his anger. “Did you not even think about what would happen to you if someone else had found you first?” He doesn’t even seem to realize the irony of his words while he’s having his way with you here in the open. “You are lucky I am the one who caught you because any other man would have just taken what he wanted and left you ruined in the street.” You clench around him because of what he said, and the pleasure is so good that you finish right there against the stone. You squeeze him tightly, and you feel yourself getting soaked while you let out a loud cry. Baelor lets out a groan when he feels how much you got soaked compared to a few seconds ago, and he realizes you just spilled around his cock while he’s still moving.

You let out a whine, and you turn your head over your shoulder to look at him. “No one else will take me now anyway- " you whisper while you feel him throbbing inside you. “After all, you have already taken my maidenhood in a hallway.” You feel his breath on your neck, and you lean your forehead against the wall to catch your breath while his cock pulses inside you. “Who would want me after the Hand of the King has had his way with me?” You say those words to hurt him, and you feel your knees wobble. The reminder of what he has done makes him snap, and the way he shoves his cock into you almost knocks the wind out of you. He doesn’t stop, and instead, he uses your hips to drive himself even deeper while his face is twisted with rage.

He’s breathing raggedly, and he looks at you with a look that shows he’s done playing games. “Then you will learn to lie like the rest of them,” he growls, and he pounds into you so fast that your head hits against the wall again. “Many a lady has fooled her husband before, and you will simply do the same. If you wanted to stay pure, then you should not have gone out with Aerion.” He slaps your arse just to let out what he’s feeling, but he also likes how it bounces, and the sound it makes is loud. Baelor pounds into you even harder while he’s starting to feel that he’s close to his own release. He moves his hands away from your arse, and he wraps one arm around your neck to hold you steady while his other hand slams over your mouth. He’s trying to silence you because the way he’s fucking you made you let out a loud scream that will wake the other.

It’s ironic because he was just telling you to be loud not so long ago, but now he’s panicked that someone might actually come looking for the source of the noise. Your chest is still pressed against the wall, and you can only make muffled sounds against his palm while he moves on your back. “Mmmph! Nnngh-! ” you cry out behind his fingers, and your eyes open widely while you feel him hit the spot inside you that you didn’t know existed. Your back is arched, and your hips are tilted up to take every inch of him while he can’t control his temper. “Quiet,” he grunts in your ear, and he pants while he’s working to catch the feeling of release. “Bloody- you are too tight, and you are going to get us caught with those sounds.”

He keeps his hand clamped over your face while he shoves his cock into you with a heavy pounding that hits the back of your womb. He’s not thinking about anything but how you feel, so he’s just trying to get as deep as he can before he can’t control himself to pull away. You feel his fingers dig into your cheek, and you can only moan into his palm when his cock throbs inside you. “Hngh... haah...” he lets out a heavy sound, and his body goes rigid while he finally cums inside you. He keeps you pinned to the wall, and he doesn’t let go of your mouth until he’s sure you won’t scream again. Baelor pulls out just as he’s about to lose it, and he spills white seed right against your arse instead of inside you.

He lets out a sound that is almost like a whine while he coats your skin because he wasn’t planning on leaving a babe in your belly just yet. He’s breathing hard, and he immediately shoves back into your cunt after pouring all of the drops on your arse. You can feel that he’s still throbbing, and he’s trying to push his seed inside you, even though he’s already spent it all on the outside. He keeps his hand clamped over your mouth while he forces himself back in. "Mmmf-! ”You moan against his palm, and your arse grinds into him while you feel full again. You can feel his seed clinging to your skin while the remnants drop down to your thighs. “Look at the mess you made me do,” he says while he tries to recover, and he keeps his hand over your face to stifle your moans.

He’s acting on pure instinct now, and he grinds his cock against your walls to shove the slickness from your arse back inside you. You can only let out muffled gasps while he holds you, and he doesn’t pull away until he’s satisfied with it. Baelor finally pulls away before he looks down at your arse to see how his seed covered it, and the sight makes him let out a groan. He’s clearly affected by the mess he made, and he moves his hand away from your mouth before he lets go of your neck. He turns you around to make you face him, and he takes a look at your messy state while you try to catch your breath. He’s breathing hard, and his eyes move to where your breeches are yanked down to the ground. He reaches down, and he pulls them up first because he wants to make you look presentable before he even thinks about fixing his own clothes.

doesn’t say a word while he tugs the fabric into place, and his hands are a little shaky as he tries to hide away the evidence of what just happened. “Look at me,” he commands, and he hooks a finger under your chin to lift your head while he’s finishing with your clothes. “We cannot have anyone seeing you in this state.” You lean your weight against him because you can’t feel your legs, and you look up at his face while he tries to fix your hair. “Your chambers are closer than mine,” you whisper, and you watch his jaw tighten at the suggestion. “You cannot exactly let me walk looking like this.” He clearly doesn’t want to bring you there and risk people seeing him carry his niece into his room, or, even worse, someone seeing you leave in the morrow.

He knows the gossip would be hell if anyone caught a glimpse of you slipping out of his door in the morning, but he looks at the state of your clothes, and he knows you’re right. He lets out a frustrated huff, and he suddenly leans down to scoop you up into his arms while he ignores that he didn’t properly put his breeches on. He carries you down the hall with hurried steps as if he’s running in a race, and he doesn’t stop until he reaches his door. He brings you straight to his bed, and he tosses you onto it while he finally turns to lock the door. Baelor stands by the door for a moment while he tries to catch his breath, and he finally turns to look at you, where you’re sprawled on his bed.

He looks at your tunic, and he sees how dirty it is, which makes him let out a frustrated sigh because he knows those clothes have already touched the mattress. You aren't making it easy for him, though, and you start to roll across the fine sheets while knowing it’s a filthy thing. “Stop that,” he said before walking towards you, and he lunges forward to catch your waist before you can ruin the entire bed. “You are going to dirty it, and I will not sleep in a bed that smells like shit.” He ignores your stubborn look, and he begins to help you out of the fabric. He pulls the tunic out of your body before he yanks the breeches down, while his fingers brush against your skin, and he doesn’t say a word until your clothes are tossed onto the floor.

He reaches into a chest at the end of his bed, and he pulls out one of his own nightclothes before he offers it to you. “Put this on,” he mutters, and his voice is still hoarse while he looks at your state. You look at the fabric, and then you look at him while you bat your eyelashes as you slowly push the garment away. You make it very clear that you have no intention of wearing his clothes, and you lie back against the pillows while you don’t wear a thing. Baelor stares at you for a long moment, and he feels his resolve slipping while he takes in the sight of his niece in his bed. “Fine,” he grunts, and he turns his back to you so he can finally strip out of his layers, too.

“If you wish to be difficult, then you can sleep… like that, but do not complain if you get cold.” He starts to change his own things, but then he feels your gaze on him, and it makes him pause halfway through. He looks over his shoulder, and he sees the way you're watching him, and he decides to abandon his own night clothes as well. He climbs into the bed while he's showing skin as you do, and he pulls the heavy covers up to hide both of you. He stays on his side of the bed, and he stares at the ceiling while attempting to ignore the fact that you’re lying there completely naked right next to him. You aren't about to let him keep that distance, though, and you slide across the distance until your skin brushes against his.

You wrap your arms around his chest so you can cling to him while you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, and you can feel the way his heart beats against his chest. “Still so tense, Uncle?”You," you murmur, and you breathe against his throat. He doesn't try to push you away, but his hand moves up to rest on your hip with a firm grip. “You should be asleep,” he mutters. “Tomorrow is going to be… You aren't helping.” You let out a small laugh, and you nuzzle deeper into his body while you enjoy how he feels against you. “You're being a sour old man just because you finally got what you wanted,” you tease, and you tilt your head up to look at his defined jawline.

“Though for all your stern looks and your seriousness... You still fuck like a man on his deathbed.” Baelor finally looks at you like he will drink you in with the way you’re batting your eyelashes and your grin. “Is that so?” he asks before he rolls onto his side to face you properly. “Perhaps the old man has more endurance than you can handle if you keep testing his patience in his own bed.” Baelor pulls you closer, if that’s even possible, until there’s no space between your bodies, and he doesn’t say another word. He just closes his eyes, and he accepts that his life as he knew it ended the moment he tasted you because now he would rather burn the Seven Kingdoms to the ground than let you belong to anyone else.

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⠀⠀⠀ twenty-twenty-six © addie / musingsofheaven.

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You peek into the living room to see your grandma sitting in her chair, watching the news unbothered. After confirming that she isn’t aware of your presence downstairs, you slip back into the kitchen. 

“Caleb-ge,” you sweetly come behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, your hands resting dangerously low. “Do you need any more help?” 

“No,” Caleb replies, letting you do as you please. A gentle smile rests on his lips, which fades when he turns his head and takes in your flushed cheeks and dilated eyes. “Are you feeling okay? You look really…” 

Your hand drifts further down and grazes his clothed bulge without warning. He hisses, setting down the plates he was preparing to grab your hand. 

“Pips, not now,” he says evenly, voiced strained. “I told you, gran is in the living room.”

“She’s too focused on the TV,” you blink cutely, turning him to face you. You’re chest to chest, Caleb’s back pressed against the counter as you stand there, looking ready to crawl into his skin. “Gege, can I have a kiss?”

His ears turn red. “Just one, okay?” 

“Mhm.” 

He leans down and brushes a strand of hair from your face, placing a gentle, fleeting kiss to your lips. Like the vixen you are, you place your hand behind his head and pull him in, kissing him deeply. Your tongue slithers forward to lick his lip playfully before pulling away, a string of saliva connecting you both. The intimacy makes Caleb shudder. 

You get down onto your knees slowly, keeping eye contact with him as you gently press a kiss to his bulge. “One day I’ll have you,” you whisper to it pervertedly. “Just a lil’ longer.” 

Caleb shakes his head, pulling you up to stand upright. “Stop talkin’ nonsense, pips. Shouldn’t-”

“Is food almost done Caleb?” Grandma calls from the living room. Shuffles can be heard as she starts to get up. 

“Yes,” Caleb calls back. “Come eat.” 

He nudges you to go greet her, finishing up what he was doing before you interrupted him. 

“Hi gran,” you pull out a chair for her. “What do you wanna do today?” 

She pats the side of your head affectionately. “I will just stay home. You and Caleb should catch up since it’s been so long.” 

“She’s right,” Caleb says as he enters the dining room, placing dishes on the table. “It’s been a while. You hardly text me back anymore.” 

“That’s not true,” you huff. “He’s lying gran. It’s him that’s too busy with his pilot stuff.”

“Okay,” she sighs. “Come. Let’s eat.” 

Breakfast goes by smoothly with delicious food and good company. You finish your bowl, mumbling something about getting tea. 

On your way out you press a quick, innocent thank-you kiss to his cheek, slipping into the kitchen. 

Your grandma gives Caleb a look, which he tries his best to ignore. She may already know and disapprove of you both, but what she doesn’t know is that Caleb’s already had his tongue deep in your cunt. 

“I’m going to take pips to go visit some old hangout spots today,” he starts. 

“You should take care of her as an older brother.” 

“When haven’t I taken care of her gran? That goes without saying, of course.” Her lips press into a firm line, the conversation coming to a close when you enter the dining room again. 

“Let’s go to the park today after you finish eating, Caleb,” you hum. 

“Sure thing, pips.” 

—

The day goes by quickly, visiting old places and going to new, small stores around town. It was a rather good day, you think. If only Caleb would let you be more affectionate. 

“Caleb, want to hold hands?” 

“Sure pip-squeak, but I’m going to need both hands soon to get this for you.” 

“Caleb, can I have a kiss?” 

“Not now, we’re almost at the front of the line.” 

It was frustrating. To this day, he wouldn’t let you touch him the way you want to, only indulging you in the rare occurrence. You want to feel him — you want to eat him. 

Tonight you’ve decided you’ve had enough of the wall he’s placed between you. 

Night falls and the house is quiet, making it easy to slip into Caleb’s room. Eyes wandering the walls to take in his old posters and shelves, you look at the model aircraft builds and academic awards with a snort. Nerd. 

Then there is Caleb, who sleeps peacefully in his bed. He’s laying on his back, facing the ceiling as he snoozes. Perfect, you think. 

Climbing in carefully, you nestle yourself between his legs. You’re so horny it hurts, panties soaking and lower tummy burning up with fever.

Even when flaccid, his cock bulges beneath his loose shorts. You rub it with your hands gently through the fabric, leaning in to shove your nose against his length and breathe in. Your eyes drift shut, taking in the musky smell of him, shuddering at the thought of finally being able to taste him. 

“Gege,” you whisper, eyes rolling back. “ I told you.” 

You pull his shorts and boxers down, hooking the band snuggly under his balls. His limp, long cock twitches at the cold air, making you moan at the sight. 

“I’ve needed you so bad all day and you just ignored me. What a bad big brother.” 

You hold his cock against your cheek, nuzzling it and taking in the scent once again. The coarse hair at the base tickles you and it makes your mouth water, before you finally indulge yourself.  

You spit on your hand, using the slick to stroke his length at an even pace. His cock slowly lifts as pre slips easily from his tip. 

“That’s all it takes?” You giggle. “I didn’t even touch you for long. Must be because you’re dreaming of me.” 

His cock twitches against you. You glide your thumb under the head of his cock, making his whole body shudder. “Sensitive there, hm?” 

You trace the protruding veins down the underside of his length as he leaks more precum. “Oh and there too?” 

Pushing your hair back you gently blow on his tip, teasing it with a giggle before lowering your head and taking him in one go. He’s too big to fit in your mouth, so you use your hand to jerk the rest of it. 

You moan, spit cumulating and leaking down his cock as you sloppily choke on his length. Your sputtering and gagging gets unconsciously louder the more you indulge yourself. 

“Pipsqu- hah. What…!” 

Caleb wakes up, hand pressing your head further down his cock in a daze. When he comes to and realizes what he did, he frantically tries to sit up to pull you off his cock by your hair. 

Whining, you shake your head and push him deeper down your throat. He mistakes your whines as whines of pain and let’s go, throwing his head back. He clutches his blankets, grounding himself as an attempt to keep his hips still. 

“Pipsqueak- baby, wait. Stop,” a pained groan escapes his mouth. 

You pull back, licking your lips. “I dunno, gege. You held onto my hair pretty tight just now. Don’t think you actually want me to stop.” You drag your tongue against the ridge under his throbbing mushroom tip. 

He tries to push your head away gently. “I-I’m trying to stop you. Sit up, pips. Let’s talk, yeah?” 

You shake your head and scowl. “No.” 

You sink his cock back into your warm, hot throat, his hips involuntarily pushing his cock further down. “Oh fuck, holy fuck, baby, please wait,” he chokes out, overwhelmed. 

The hair surrounding his base rubs against your nose, balls pressing against your chin sinfully. He’s everywhere, invading your senses. Your throat constricts around his cock. 

“I don’t want you to suffocate yourself, pips…!” He's desperate now, his hips shaking as you ignore his protests. 

He lets out a choked cry as his balls draw up tight. “Fuck, mei mei, I’m gonna- at least let me cum outside!”

Caleb’s eyes roll back as he cums hard and fast, body convulsing as he fills your throat with thick, hot ropes of cum. His face contorts into a mixture of pleasure and guilt, as his still pulsing cock coats your tongue. You finally pull back, his softening member slipping out with a soft pop. 

His chest heaves as he tries to catch his breath, his face flushed and sweat dripping down his forehead. He looked down at you with a mix of horror and awe, realizing what had just happened. "Oh god... I just came into my little sister's mouth..." 

He sits up with a jolt, cupping his hands. “Spit.” 

You roll your eyes, swallowing all that he gave you. Licking your lips, you eye him up. “No, thank you. Told you I’d get a taste at some point.” 

His hand covers his face. “Pips…” 

“You never let me return the favour,” you snap. “You know how I feel about you, about us. I don’t want you being the only one going down on me. It’s annoying and makes me feel like you only ate me out to indulge me, not because you wanted it!”

You grab his hand to sneak it down your panties, letting him feel your slick folds. “Caleb gege, I want you inside.” 

His ears flush red at your naughty words. “You know we can’t.” He pulls his hand away. “You’re…” 

“You keep denying yourself,” you seethe. “And it’s denying me too!” 

“Pips, calm down,” he tries to soothe you by cooing and gently patting your head. “We can’t have gran hear us. Please, don’t yell.” 

“I’m just…! So frustrated!” You cross your arms, eyes threatening to tear up. 

He panics again when your voice raises and your eyes water. “Big brothers sorry. We’ll talk about it okay?” 

“No! I’ve had enough!” 

You push him onto his back, pulling your cute cotton panties off and throwing them to the side, tugging his cock back to full mass. 

“You’re always pushing me away. I want you Caleb gege, why don’t you want me back?” 

You clumsily clamber on top of him and start humping his bare cock, letting it slide between your plush, swollen folds. He grabs your hips in a futile attempt to stop you, his grip soft and hesitant, restrained by his refusal to cause you any harm. 

“I don’t want you? I do everything for you. It’s been like that our whole life. Don’t you dare say I don’t want or care for you,” he says sternly, eyes blown wide. “You’re my little baby sister. I shouldn't corrupt you by claiming you as mine.” 

Angry, you hit your fists against his chest. “You’re not the only one who gets to decide that!” 

There’s a knock on the door. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yes gran,” you respond through gritted teeth. “Caleb’s just being annoying!”

Caleb chuckles with a strained voice. “We’re okay. Just talkin’.”

“…can I come in?” 

“No!” You say quickly. “It’s sibling talk. You can’t listen.”

You hear a defeated sigh through the door. “…okay. Keep it down, please. I’m trying to sleep.” 

Shuffles can be heard drifting away, and you hear her door shut. 

Sick of arguing with him, you lift your hips slightly to slip his cock into your warmth. Flinching at the sharp sting, you whine, clenching your walls to ease the pain. The drive of finally claiming him as yours overrides the pain and you start to move, hands pressing against his solid chest.

His face twists as he tries not to show any signs of pleasure on his face. You feel his fingers squeeze your hips tightly before he catches himself and lets go. Instead he grabs the sheets, the fabric bunching in his fists. 

“Feels so good!” You mewl, riding his big, thick cock. It’s long, jabbing the sweet spot just right in your tight cunt. “You’re so big, Caleb, does my cunny feel good?” 

“I can’t- fuck…” His eyes roll back, cock throbbing at your words. His resolve starts to crumble. 

“Big brother!” You huff when he doesn’t answer. 

“Don’t…huff… act like that sis… I can barely think straight.” His hands find his way back to your hips, guiding you.

“Does lil’ sister’s cunny feel good? I’ve never done this before gege…” You tug your shirt off, revealing your cute bra. Caleb covers his face. 

“Fuck, yes…you- you feel amazing, so warm and tight,” he groans. “I- I really shouldn’t be saying that.” 

None of his words get to you. “I want big brother’s cum,” you hiccup, pleasure jolting through your body. There’s a nasty echo of slick, wet plapping sounds from his cock plowing your pussy. 

Caleb feels you tightening up, signalling that you’re close. “Wait, baby sis. You need to get off,” he chokes out. “Not inside, I’m not wearing-”

“Shut up Caleb,” you hiss. “I wan’ your cum. I want you to fill me up and give me your babies. Wouldn't I make a pretty mommy?” 

Caleb lets out a strangled noise at your words, his cock jerking inside you violently. The image of you pregnant with his baby nearly made him explode right then and there. “Don‘t talk like that,” he begs. 

“Big brother, please, please breed me. I want it so bad,” you slam your hips down. “You always give me what I want. Please, I want you to cum inside!” 

His control snaps at your desperate pleas. With a loud grunt he grips your hips tightly and starts thrusting up into you with wild abandon. 

“Fuck, lil’ baby sister… mei mei, I’m going to breed you. Gonna fill your slick, pretty little pussy with my icky big brother cum, okay? Gonna fuck it into your fertile lil’ womb.” 

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes please. Caleb gege!” 

“You’re so nasty, talking like that, sis.” His thick cock swells inside your tight walls, pumping load after load of hot, sticky streams of cum into your unprotected womb. “Fuck…!” 

Your eyes roll back and you slam down on him one last time, nudging his spongy tip as deep as it can go. Your walls tighten around him as you cum, your back arching. 

You look down after your ears stop ringing, licking your lips as you admire the frothy, creamy mess forming where the two of you are connected. Rubbing your tummy you look down at him with hearts in your eyes, gigging. “I hope it takes, Caleb-ge.” 

“You…” Caleb looks at you with disbelief, before shaking his head and pulling you down to lay your head on his chest. His cock, still nestled in your pussy, twitches. “You are crazy, mei mei.” 

— 

The next morning you come down to eat breakfast, only to find Caleb looking guiltily to the side — cheeks flaming red with embarrassment — as your grandma looks at the both of you with disappointment. 

“it’s fine. i’m used to your sweat by now,” despite his rushed pleas, you easily unlocked the door, nostrils immediately being hit with the sticky scent of cum, humidity, and taki’s cologne. the air was thick with its scent. warm, salty, and a little musky–a sickly mixture that caused nerves to run down straight to your thighs at the realization of what ‘exercise’ he was actually doing. you stepped inside, the hot air of post-sex only enveloping you more, and calmly turned around to face him.

“it smells fine. seriously taki, you had me worried for a sec.”

he sighed a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding in, relief covering his expression at the innocent smile you flashed him before closing the door with a small thump. as his footsteps grew fainter, you felt yourself fall into the messy sheets. hands exploring the cloth knowing that it was probably gripped and pulled with rigour as he brought himself to his climax. heavy panting radiating within these very walls, hips stuttering with every thrust he did whilst fisting his cock. pathetically grinding into the fluffy sheets that were drenched in the sweet nectar of your scent, thighs shaking uncontrollably to push himself to another orgasm.

a huff slipped from your nibbled lips, nose nuzzling into the fabric before eyeing the rest of the room for changes. and there it was, right in your laundry basket, sitting atop the dirty pile like it had been there the whole time, but you knew better. your gray, lace-lined cotton panties. crumpled and most likely hurriedly shoved into the pile by the male you shared a living space with. you haven’t seen that particular article of clothing for the past five days and now it magically reappeared in your basket with a fresh pearly stain coating the front of the crotch. it glistened in the light, mocking you for your ignorance until then. “this cannot be a fucking coincidence.”

later came the sounds that accompanied it. ones that only seemed to get louder whenever you were getting off.

“oh fuck, n-need more please.” you moaned, moving the vibrator in slow, small circles around your clit, pressing harder on occasion to heighten the pleasure that caused goosebumps to scatter over your skin. your thumb flicked the button, moving up a setting that intensified the heat building in your lower half. whines slipped with every passing moment, feet hiking higher on the bed and digging further into the mattress.

“more– hurts s-so goood,” your movements pause at the muffled voice. soft, whiny and so evidently his. taki must be fucking into his fleshlight again. what good timing, almost like he was listening in. your eyebrows pulled together from the pleasure, vibe now on the highest setting pressing harshly against your swollen pussy. instantly, you throw your head back crying in pure ecstasy.

“f-fuuuck– oh god, oh god!”

his moans bled from the other room into yours making you all the more aware of the orgasm washing over his body. “need to be in youuu, pretty.” you felt your hips twitch involuntarily against the toy hearing the pet name. heat flooded your face, nails scrambling to tug at the disheveled bedding.

you couldn’t seem to focus anymore. your head filled with the pornographic sounds that bounced on your walls–low buzzing from your toy vibrator, broken sobs leaking from taki’s lips, the soft, wet squelching of cum being fucked into repeatedly, and you own shaky whimpers stifled by the shirt you hiked up to aggressively bite down on. the noise vibrated straight through you, huffing and puffing at the groans your roommate choked out.

“haaaah– too much…” you whimpered, drool sopping the fabric that fell as your mouth hung open, no longer caring if he or your neighbors could hear you. what if he was waiting for you to touch yourself? could he be listening to you moan? see you through that sliver by your door? the rush of inappropriate thoughts only made the feeling worse, deepening the image of taki–sweating in bed, arm over his eyes that shut in pleasure, mouth falling open to make you blatantly aware of the high-pitched sounds that tore from his throat. hips snapping erratically, fleshlight spilling with cum with his dick slipping in and out, pushing himself to another violent orgasm.

“nghhh–! g-gonna cum,” you choked out, voice cracking into a sob. you fell to your side, curling into yourself with your thighs roughly clenched together, vibrations only causing your body to stiffen. the sounds deafen and your vision whites out as your orgasm crashed over you, pussy fluttering around the cold air with waves of pleasure tearing through.

“c-cum for me, pretty… yes, fuuuck–” taki’s broken whimper rang in your ears before silence resonated in the space. you could feel it, the way your cunt kept clenching against nothing, slowly pushing your cum out till it dripped into your sheets. your ceiling stared back at you, body tuckered out from the most wrongfully delicious orgasm.

“oh what have i done?” you stared your door down, wishing it would just come alive and smack some sense into you. you had just gotten off to your roommate without his knowledge, and you’re pretty sure he did the same thing with you. he left you breathless, legs trembling and still craving for more. the cool air kissed your burning skin, cum slowly dripping from your hole pooling around the abandoned vibe. “taki can never know about this.”

then there was his excessively nice personality. chasing after you with his tail tucked between his legs offering to help you with everything.

“taki, are you sure? i can always just go to a professional for this.”

he dripped the oil into his hands, gently massaging it into his hands. the smell of eucalyptus and essential oils diffused throughout the living space. “trust me, i’m great with my hands. this is also way cheaper than those private spas.” you knew he was right, and even if living with him was less expensive than your old place it wouldn’t hurt for you to save a few bucks. plus, it was just a massage. simple.

you laid yourself down, breath hitching as he unbuttoned your turnt shirt that you insisted on wearing backwards to protect your front half. this is fine. totally fine. completely, absolutely– a heavy weight beared down on your behind, the hard muscles of his thighs sitting atop caging you in between him, heat drastically spreading across like sparks. not fine! not fine at all! “taki… you better not be getting any ideas.”

his oiled fingers pressed into your lower back, two thumbs pressing along the edge of your spine before easing upwards. his calloused fingers kneaded your muscles, fat cushioning around his hands as he rolled the knots from the fleshier areas by your back and ass. the slow drag on his fingertips across your skin burned your skin, sensitivity building from the featherlight touches. a chuckle that started as a deep rumble in his throat slipped out into a husky breath, “calm down, pretty.”

he fixed his position, sighing in relief at the feeling of settling himself right by your ass. clothed dick selfishly weighing heavy between your cheeks. it was so hot. if you closed your eyes you could almost feel it dripping onto you, panties slowly soaking itself the longer he stayed massaging you. “nghhh– harder,” you whined as he pressed a particularly tense knot out with his knuckle, sniffles leaving your nose at the delectable pain.

“hurts, huh?” he cooed, mockery lining his tone as he pushed himself further into your backside, touches pressing harder to elicit more broken whimpers and whines from your mouth. “let it all out, baby.” you silently nodded, feelings colliding and folds slick with wetness knowing that roommates are not supposed to be this close.

it only got worse the closer you two got. taki was like this clingy puppy that desperately craved for your validation and affection. it truly didn’t matter how minor the action was, he would always go out of his way to lend his assistance. even if it ended up with him accidentally getting hurt.

a pained hiss reached your ears, frown deepening while you continued to cautiously dab antiseptic around the cut. the open wound slowly began to accumulate blood again despite being washed with soap just moments ago. it was a clear tear of skin located at the bottom of his palm, a clean but deep cut that was caused by a slip of the kitchen knife. ironically from the “chef” between you two.

“shit– i’m sorry,” he apologised, teeth biting into the plush fat of his bottom lip.

you glanced at him, eyes already focusing on your features with the utmost steadiness. even with the pain that struck from his hand, force consistently pushing down around the wound, his eyebrows tensed with care as he looked at you. “why are you apologising dummy? it was just an accident. damnit! i knew we should’ve just ordered in instead of cooking. idiot…”

“don’t be too upset, pretty. it’ll heal,” he eyes relaxed, smiling at the way you gently covered the wound with a band-aid covered with teddy bears. “kiss it better?”

it was supposed to be a joke. when he brought his hand up to your mouth, pout so evidently exaggerated, you both knew it was a joke. so pray tell, why on earth did you cradle his hand in yours and lean in to kiss it? glossy lips pressing against the plaster covered wound, warm breath sinking into his flesh. his breath hitched, eyes darkened at your boldness before forcing the palm further into your lips. “mmph–!” your eyes widened, quickly pulling back with a faint mmch sound that hauntingly lingered in his ears.

nervous under his gaze, you dropped his hand and turned away to pack the supplies back into the first aid kit, refusing to pay mind to the way he sat there staring at the palm of his hand. his heart raced, hands clamming up and dick twitching at the sight of your sticky lipgloss that stained his skin a pretty pink. he was paralyzed, the devil on his shoulder whispering thoughts of what those lips would look like wrapped around his thick cock, choking moans down as he forces you to take more down your throat.

why did you do that? what is actually the matter with you? no no, it was an accident. an innocent gesture… surely he thinks so too.

and yet, even after discovering all those quirks of his, you couldn’t stand the thought of pulling away from him. so what if the boundaries and behavior of normal roommates were disregarded here and there? it didn’t matter. it also didn’t help that he sounded so pleasant.

breath falling and rising as he overstimulated himself to the idea of you, voice returning to its infuriatingly shy tone as soon as he sees you acting as if nothing happened in his bedroom. you refused to hate him, especially knowing he would never do anything that actually made you uncomfortable. after all, it was just taki.

sweet, lovable, and affectionate taki.

while your knowledge of his twisted acts grew, so did the fire within him. every moment with you only fanned the flame, corrupting his mind with images and tests to see when you would crack, finally letting him indulge in his sick desires. you’ve held out this long, but tonight he would find the perfect excuse for you to finally give in.

“can i join you?” a harmless question from your messy haired roommate, absentmindedly nodding before patting the spot beside you. movie nights, a classic occasion that frequently happened in the apartment. you tucked your feet under yourself, toes curling in to sustain that warm as your body unintentionally leans closer to him. “kimi no nawa again?”

you huffed and shoved his shoulder as soon as he plopped himself down, “yes, again! it’s a good movie.”

“i’m not complaining, yn. i like it too.” he laughed, a surprisingly warm and bright sound, mixing in with the audio coming from the speakers. evening light filtered through the curtains, barely lighting up the room in white light. he shifted on the couch, choosing to lie his head on your lap before “casually” scrolling through the feed on his phone. you’ve become accustomed to his touchy self at this point, finding it natural the way his hands always found an excuse to touch you.

your hands easily find their way into his hair. a fading ash brown that looked a little too long, desperately in need of a haircut, but felt soft all throughout on your fingertips rather than sharp, brittle ends. he hummed in response to the gentle touch, muscles loosening into the cushions. “i should cut my hair soon huh.” he flicked the pale bangs that tickled his eyelashes, irritated at the way it kept falling back into place like a persistent cowlick.

“is that a threat?”

he snorted in amusement, briefly looking up at you whose eyes were already on him. “i’m being serious.” he reveled at how you studied his features, thumb following his thick brows until it grazed his lashes. it fluttered at the ticklish feeling, falling shut at your touch.

“so am i. keep it. you’re already handsome like this.” he smiled, brain tingling at the soft politeness in your voice.

moments pass and the peace remains the same with your eyes having moved to stay on the screen, occupied with the scene of mitsuha hanging with her friends by the school. how they relished their high school days, lazing on benches during lunches, riding bikes over town. taki, however, seemed to be more preoccupied with the thin fabric of your cotton shorts riding up your plush thighs. the design, simple and clean, irritated him beyond end. a little rough as he palmed the cotton noticing the few pills that gathered showing its repeated use over your stay here. pale buttons and ribbon that served no purpose other than pure temptation towards the male.

his fingers traced lazy circles on your skin, never leaving for a moment. “aren’t you cold, baby? you’re barely wearing anything.” he commented, breaking the peaceful atmosphere and your concentration. his cheek puffed out making his overall appearance look wholesome. like a puppy who could do no wrong.

“not really, your hoodie’s keeping me cozy, thank you very much. plus you’re pretty warm yourself so that helps.” his hoodie. you asked to borrow it a while back and it looked so good on you that he never even tried to ask for it back. a small way of marking you his. the flush on his face darkened, fingers slowing to a stop.

yn’s skin is so soft. i could just– hooooo.

“taki– stop that…”

he bit his lip embarrassed, but still not stopping his ministrations. he was just blowing a bit of warm air to heat up your skin, no harm. “what? i-i’m just trying to keep you warm, yn. just like you said.” he turned his head, lips brushing close to your inner thigh sending a shiver down your spine. his tongue peaked out, a smidge of saliva cooling your skin.

“ki–! seriously, it feels weird…” you finally gave up on scolding him, body decompressing at the sight of him shutting his phone with a huff tossing it on the coffee table with a clunk. he repositioned himself back to his “normal,” face nosing against your front as if it were a completely routine habit between you two. “oi–”

“just focus on the movie, pretty. wanna rest for a while.” he murmured against your thigh, wrapping his arms around your hips, pulling himself closer. while the shirt stayed loose, collar showing his defined collarbones, it looked to be one size too small, biceps constrained against the sleeves of the black top. shit. the warmth between your legs was getting harder to ignore. stop looking, you weirdo. you rolled your eyes, heartbeat pulsing in your throat hoping that he couldn’t smell the wetness that soaked your panties the longer he tirelessly insisted on staying in that position.

stillness took over, movie playing in the background. this was absolute torture. you kept glancing at the clock hand ticking away, the walls plain as usual, and the movie which was no longer being listened to. anything that could distract you from the growing wetness that flooded your shorts. it had been ten minutes since he last teased you and because you refused to spare a glance in his direction, you had no clue if the drool was coming from his sleep or from your own arousal.

“ki? they’re researching the town in the library now. it’s your favourite scene. you should wake up now.”

silence.

the words hung in the air, waiting for a response. your skin felt like it was burning, short huffs hitting the skin every other second, making the sensation worse. his neck flushed crimson, legs only getting stickier from the hot air coming from his mouth. “taki?” you ran your fingers through his messy locks to lightly tilt his head the slightest part back.

“n-no–!”

there he was. drool dripped from the corners of his lips painting your skin with a glossy sheen that reflected the light seeping from the outside world. eyes fogged with a dusty cloud of lust, staring unsteadily into the mess coating your inner thighs and shorts.

he whimpered at the exposure of his actions, voice cracking as he tried to defend himself. “ahhhh—! ‘m sorry, pretty. you just smelled so good. was practically leaking straight from the source, i-i just wanted a little taste.”

mortification, craving, fervour, shame, scrutiny. a complete wave of emotions washed over your body, each one continuing to mess with your head. your hand faltered. taki, taking advantage of your weakness, immediately dived back in, sucking and lapping at the sopping fabric. wet slurping filled your ears the more intense he tongued at the fabric. he ignored the way your eyes drilled holes into his sorry self, actions overwritten with the desire to memorize the faint taste of the nectar that seeped through your clothes.

your hand settled in his hair, tugging him back once again to gawk at the disheveled individual, cheeks glowing with a rosy tint. why was he so pretty like this? a disgusting pervert of a roommate who could no longer hide his impure desperate intentions towards you.

“y-you shouldn’t be doing this, taki. no… y-you’re my friend. this isn’t supposed to happen!”

three and a half months. you have had to deal with his sick behavior for three and a half months, and what do you get in return? nothing but a pussy drunk freak submitting to his inner thoughts. “don’t make this weird, taki. please—”

nails sharply dug into your skin, hissing in pain at the harsh grip of the male. reality slowly snapped back into him, but it served no help. he was too far gone. too close to his goal. “just a taste, pretty. o-one lick is all i need at the least…” your eyes searched his, trying to find any semblance of sanity only to return with nothing but desperate frenzy. “your promise… you agreed to help me out whenever i needed it. you p-promised me that, yn.”

is he seriously holding you to that shit?

“i need this. please, pretty. ca-can i?” his hand dragged over the hoodie, down the seam of your shorts until it reached your covered core. the fabric, once an opaque white, had become a sheer colour, translucent enough to reveal the pastel pink panties you wore. he shakily stroked the damp fabric, sucking in a breath at the sudden jerk of your hips towards his hand. “fuck… you want this just as much as i do. let me make this pussy feel good, yn.”

you wanted to stop him. scream in horror at the depraved sight… but you couldn’t.

maybe it was the way he looked. gaze relentless, eyes yearning deeply, obsessed at the chance of having you. he didn’t smile, not the smallest quirk of his lips. hands rubbing your skin nice and slow, a sad attempt at making you admit defeat.

and it was working. no matter how disgusted you were with him, hating the ignorance you played those few months, you were one of the same. you were going to let him have you. you knew it and so did he. so why are you still resisting?

his heart stuttered. nerves rattling him inside. please give in, pretty.

“o-okay, just a quick taste…” with your hand turning limp in his hair, taki swallowed adam's apple bobbing. he adjusted your positions, your back now settling against the piled pillows by the arm of the couch as he spread your legs, revealing the damp spot to both your eyes and the cold air. fucking finally!

the grip on your thighs tensed, his tongue lolling out before gradually following the bumps of the threaded seams sending small shots of pleasure to your core. “oh nghhh—! t-taki, don’t tease.” he grinned, a wicked smile framing his face as he ignored your protests to savour the taste of you on his lips. he leaned in, nose dragging along the material only making the sensation more painfully hot.

“hahhh, more—” you gasped, voice breaking with need.

“look who’s desperate now.” he said, tone firm and mocking. “patience, baby. we’ve got the whole night ahead. no need to rush just because your poor pussy can’t wait to be licked.”

“nghhh—!” he softly slapped the wet fabric, coated in a mixture of his sticky saliva and your arousal. sparks ran across your skin at the sudden strike of his hand. you forced your eyes shut, teeth digging down hard enough to draw a bead of blood. it was cruel. the moment you gave in, he had you in the palm of his hand. his little plaything.

it’s slow. cotton shorts slipping down your legs, panties following suit with a string of arousal clinging to the darkened fabric. he tossed the soiled shorts behind him with disregard, but held the panties in his open palm. you thought he would toss it away, put it aside or even tuck it in his pocket. anything reasonable. instead, he let it dangle from his finger, lifting it for the light to hit and highlight the different tones and shades, how it creased it certain areas, the scent that slowly exuded notes of musk and sugar, almost a honeyed sweetness that could change his brain chemistry with a single inhale.

you gasped as your sight centered on cum flashing a pearlescent white only reflecting brighter from the ceiling light. “sto—” he shifted his weight, pushing you back, hand strong between your tits, clenching the woven material of his hoodie.

with your panties in hand, he brought it up to his face taking a deep inhale. obnoxious. embarrassing. depraved. a loud whine escaped your lips, fingers grappling his ash brown hair to pull him far away from the rotten thing. you were ashamed at the lustful view, at the way his infatuation with you only made you wetter. “s-shit, yn!” he moaned, eyes tearing up at the sharp, stinging sensation coming from his head. the pressure pulled blood straight to his dick, pain only turning him on as he felt the control in the room drastically shift.

“you’re a fucking pervert. say it.”

your anger fell on deaf ears, whimpers and choked up whines slipping one after the other the harder you pulled at the strands. “fucking say it!”

“i-im a pervert! your pervert. o-only yours, pretty. only yours…”

his whines were quickly shut up with a tug of his hair towards your exposed pussy, slick glistening and pooling below you. so close. smells like heaven. he eyed the little pearl that beaded on your clit. it was calling to him, begging to be licked clean. “please, baby. i’ll be so good for you.” he continued, face trying to push forward for a lick.

you feigned a pout, your own breath catching as he sniffled upset with your cruelty. give and take, right? “please.”

his face neared the bead, lips licking nervously, hunger laced in his gaze as it looked up at you for permission. he would obey, seeking to please you over and over until your mind entered a subspace. your grip loosened, a signal he took, tongue darting out before languidly licking a fat stripe through your folds. a shaky groan escaped his slick lips. eyes rolled to the back of his head as soon as your taste invaded his mouth. pure sugar melting on the tip of his tongue, tastebuds tingling like it was his last meal. “th-thank you–yes… thank you, pretty.”

his mouth sealed around your clit, moist heat running over your skin as he sucked with thorough tenderness that made your legs squeeze around his head, hairs tickling your thighs while you suffocated the poor man of any available air. “oh, god…” voice cracking, thick shaky finger hesitantly prodding at your entrance. inch by inch, his finger was enveloped by your wet heat.

“my pretty baby can take another, can’t you?”

a soft, shaky gasp escaped. quiet nods responding with tears brimming your eyes. he smiled against your cunt, dragging more long, sloppy stripes up your clit. words muffled against you shooting vibrations along your spine, spurring you on. “stooop–! no, wait… nghhh–”

he slid the second one in, pushing them deep into your cunt, listening to you pathetically whine as he harshly curls them up. “so good for me.” eyes fluttered shut, needy whimpers echoing in your head. eager licks, tongue dragging heavy as he pressed his face deeper into you, suckling your clit swollen.

“taki–” you gasped, hands tugging him closer, arousal dripping all over his face. “w-wanna cum. pleeease.”

cheeks flushed a deep red, eyes dazed with lust. his tongue was relentless, struggling to breathe but desperate to have you flood his mouth. he sobbed against your soaked cunt, head throbbing from a mixture of his lack of oxygen and the sensation of your nails scratching his scalp as you near your orgasm.

your legs trembled, strong hands gripping it down to stop you from squirming away as the coil snaps, hips rutting heavily on his flattened tongue. “cu-cum, cumming! taki–nghhh!”

your body arched up into his mouth, fresh tears slipping down your cheeks, gushing thick, hot fluid into his mouth. his lashes fluttered, wet, obscene sounds spilling from his as he drank it up, tongue lapping you sensitive. you sniffled, hands slipping from his hair to push him away while your tremors eased.

he shifted his position, watching your chest rise and fall with a steady, rhythmic pattern. soft, lingering kisses littered up your neck, each one coating the spot with a sheen of saliva. a low chuckle rumbled through his chest at the sight of your half-lidded eyes, mouth agape trying to catch your breath. his thumb pulled your lip the slightest bit down, slotting his lips against yours.

“ahhhh–”

the warm taste of your cum and taki’s saliva filled your mouth, hands grasping his shirt tugging his closer. so this is what you tasted like. sweet cum, bitter chocolate, and something distinctly you. fuck.

heat trickled your skin, sweat dripping down, cum squelching while you rubbed your thighs together. no more. too much. his tongue found its way inside, massaging against your own as he coated it with his taste. the air between you two felt hotter, taki’s hand guiding yours down his body to rest on his bulge. damp against your palm, your thumb gently rubbed at the wet patch. he threw his head back with a loud moan, a string of spit connecting you two threatening to break.

you felt dizzy, body consumed with his touch. he thrusted up into your hand, leaning in to bite your lip. “taki–! i-i can’t…”

“tapping out already, pretty? but we’ve barely gotten started.” oh fuck me.

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"Hey, roomie! Listen, practice is running kinda late tonight, so I'm gonna grab food on the way back. Why don't you text me your order, I can bring it back. We can make a whole thing out of it, no need to pay me back! I'm thinking burgers?"

◇ Carter Matthews, student body president, scholar, and in every AP class possible. Even some dumb ones. He doesn't pay much mind to you, you ate very attractive but so is he. If he felt the need for a relationship, he could get whomever he wanted. But he hates... hates how you make the other students, even some of the faculty act. He can't help but follow you around, making sure you obey curfew, and don't get into any trouble. He likes to keep order around here, and it bothers him to have to ignore his student body presidential duties to make sure some delinquent isn't trying to slip you a spiked drink, or some jock has you under the bleachers trying to get your mouth wrapped around their tips.

Eventually, he decides you could be helpful instead of a hinderance. He's busy, may need a form of stress relief, and given babysitting you when Harrison isn't around is one of the main sources of that stress, why shouldn't you help him out. Besides, you look so cute flustered. Maybe it starts small, he tells you your uniform bottoms aren't regulation, and while he tugs them down to 'fix' them, his hands wander a bit too much, grazing the soft skin of your ass. During random room inspections, he may let his hatred of the sports program taking up all the funding by mentioning how obvious it is your roommate wants to stick it in you. Harrison can't stand him, not trusting the cold creepy gaze of the prefect. He'll force you to come to student council meetings, under the guise of assisting him with preparing for a faculty dinner to appease your father, only to get you under his desk while he writes, trying to guide you with one stern hand. He doesn't like to go too deep, not one to enjoy gagging or unnecessary sound that would distract him from working.

"Keep it down." He scolds, cold eyes peering down through blonde bangs. With a sigh, his free hand strokes your cheek. "Just suckle, alright? There'll be plenty of time after I'm done for you to make sweet noises around my cock..."

◇ Evan Reed, CAPTAIN of the swim team, and student assistant PE coach. He's used to play basketball alongside Harrison, but got kicked out for being too violent. Shoving, pushing, and going as far as knocking teeth out. He's a fucking animal. He's handsome, of not a bit of a loner. He isn't popular or unpopular, people tend to leave him alone because of that bad boy attitude and his temper, but he's always welcome to party with the jocks, welcomed into parties and known as a keg-stand king. And boy do you catch his eyes, giving that your always hanging off Harrison, or being trailed by Carter. He's more than happy to accompany you to the pool or help you out in gym class, but it's obvious what he wants. He'll get up behind you in the pool, still smelling of cigarettes as he asks mundane questions while trying to pull your swimsuit to the side and get his hands on that sweet spot between your thighs. Or maybe he'll sit on the edge of the pool, congratulate you on how good your doing, legs spread as he pulls you between them, hoping you'll end up accidentally eyeing his cock. If you are a Masc!Reader, then there's definitely some internalized homophbia. He'll make sure you know these are just normal friend activities, even when he's got you bent over in the boys locker room, ass up. He doesn't EVER plan to be the one on the bottom.

He's a player, chasing tail outside of the school, hitting on peers sisters and mom's alike. But now, he plans to keep you around, not because he necessarily feels like he wants a romantic relationship with you, but because he loooooves how pissed it makes Harrison. He never liked the goody two-shoes, and half suspects he's one of the people who pushed to get him kicked out of basketball. He likes to pick on people, but Harrison sees himself as a knight in shining armor. So it gives Evan a major power boner to make you grind up against him on the dancefloor at some preppy party, while Harrison just has to stand by and not crush his beer can. Evan knows harrison will never, ever do anything to ruin your good guy image of him. Ever.

He's pissed, punching a locker as he let's out a growl. 4-0, what the fuck is wrong with his team? How could they get fucked over so bad after weeks of missing parties for shitty practices. Luckily for him, he sees you on the sidelines, probably waiting for Harrison to walk you back to your dorm. He takes this opportunity to slide up behind you, hands on your hips as you can feel his angry erection rutting up against your ass. "You. Me. Locker room, five minutes, stall three. Be ready, underwear off and bent over or I'll take you in front of the guys who are still changing? Got it?" He departs with a harsh smack on your rear.

◇ Joseph Mick, he's in the newspaper, but it's not like he's the head or anything. He just love photography, and he's the only guy at school to have really mastered the dark room. He's known to be a little... odd. He's the youngest in you and Harrisons class, with a petite stature and thin, lanky arms. He's pale, almost gaunt, but that could be a lack of sunlight given that he spends all his time in the dark room or toiling over photo arrangement mock-ups in the journalism room. People avoid him, but he's okay with that. He's more than happy to just watch from a distance, and photography is his real branch to the world. People only talk to him or react positively if he's taking photos for the paper or the school newsletter. He actually meets you at one of Evan's swim meets, he gets good seats for being student press, and you get good seats for just being Evan's new favorite piece of ass. Your aren't even sure why you were invited, you don't even know anything about how one wins a swimming competition. But Joseph does. He's been to enough of these, and you notice, so you lean over and start asking him questions. He's shocked someone is talking to him, and not about getting a bigger feature in the yearbook. He's more than happy to help point stuff out to you, even if he had to repeat himself or stutter his way through something. He's feeling his heart flutter and his hands shake so much so he can barely hold the camera. Soon, he's watching as you walk away, wishing he could grab onto you and hang you up on his wall to admire like one of his pictures. It's only made worse when he sees a pair of masculine arms dragging you into the boys locker room.

He's a stalker, but it's not his fault! For one, he's got no idea how to approach anyone, much less someone he likes as much as you. And since he's got that reputation as a creep, if he approached you in public, Harrison would be polite but firm at shooing him away, Carter would give him a look that makes him feel like a worm beneath his well polished shoes, and Evan would beat him to the brink of death, but then pass him over to his friends. But God, if he didn't think it was worth it sometimes to just be close to you. He can only get as close to you as his high-focus lens will allow. He's got hundreds of photos of you, some taken by him, some by campus security cams, and he treats each one like the piece that's gonna get him into a top art school. He almost feels bad taking risqué shots of you. He's always following you, and he sees the ways those... those pigs are treating you. If he could stand up to them, he would. He sees (from the cameras he's slipped into your bag) the boner Harrison is always sporting when he in your presence, he even caught a glance of Harrisons late night rendezvous with your pillow. He sees the way Carter leads you through the hallways like his little secretary, lithe fingers trying to get up your uniform bottoms. Worst of all is the way he sees Evan humping you in the pool like a dog in heat, with you obviously unsure about how you feel about this. He knows he'd treat you right, if you'd ever consider being with something like him. Notice he almost feels too bad to take risqué pictures. He can't help it if a picture or two from one of his hidden cams has a bit of an upskirt, or gets a little to zoomed in on your pecs. But know that as he drums humps the table in the dark room, those copies are only so he can keep one in his room and one on his person! He'd never, ever share your sexual exploits, not like Evan would, always bragging about what he does with, or more likely to you.

Being on the newspaper staff, he's got a pretty good idea of everyone's schedules. He's more than happy to try and squeak out some words to you if he knows your many admirers are preoccupied. Trust him, he knows A LOT of good spots to share a meal privately or maybe... maybe you'd like to see the dark room? He's even got a pillow in there, a cushion he can place on a soft stool in case you ever came to visit. He hopes he could get a private photoshoot in, maybe with some silly pictures of you, or even some lewd pics, he's just happy to see his collection expand. He doesn't have a lot of money, but he's more than happy to buy you as much cheap vending machine food as you want as long as you'll spend time with him.

"Oh, shi- hey! I didn't realize you'd be stopping by here. I'm just, uh, editing some photos for the paper." You don't notice as he slyly moves a tray of pics taken outside a dorm window that looks suspiciously like yours. He thanks whoever is out there in this moment that the dark room has a sink as he keeps his right hand out of sight.

◇ Tyler Mertz and Percy 'Pez' Goldberg, two outsiders, and self proclaimed 'dudes with bad tudes'. Put into the same headcanon spot because they aren't ever seen apart. Tyler and Pez got in on scholarship, and immediately bonded because they know they don't fit in among the rich kids at Ridgemoore. Tyler got in on a scholarship to pursue culinary excellence, because if he can do one thing, it's cook. Pez was awarded a scholarship by lottery two years ago, and even though he's barely passing most of his classes and is the biggest delinquent in school, he can't be kicked out. The school made too much of a big deal about his acceptance to create some good press, the faculty are planning to just wait the problem out. Repeating a year hasn't helped with that, though. Still, they are attached at the hip. Both struggle in classes, Pez because of a shitty social life and even shittier focus, and Tyler because he's just a little slow. Still, Tyler excels in cooking, and the faculty know he's trying. There's a few ways you might come across the pair. Maybe you decided to take culinary, and got paired up with a sweet, dopey guy who turns out to be a fucking MasterChef, or maybe your a brat!reader, like I mentioned earlier, and you meet Pez in detention, where he's glad to know the schools newest troublemaker is a looker too. Most likely, you come across them when either Evan makes you tag along to buy some weed and half-priced shitty beer for a post-game party, or Carter tells you he'll personally see to it that your father tethers you to him if he sees you talking to those 'deliquents'. Either way, they're probably some of the nicest guys in the school, even though Pez likes to fight. He's not a bad guy, but the school can't seem to recognize half of the shit he does is in retaliation to someone fucking with him or his friend.

Pez will like any kind of reader, any. If you're bratty!reader, he loves having someone to run around and bust shit up with. But he'll promise to leave the statue of your father alone, if that's what you want. If you're an innocent!reader, he can't deny he'd love to ruin that good guy/girl image you have going on. Smoke a little weed, sneak out a little, let him show you a good time. He promises he won't cross any lines or do something that would really scare or upset you. He's not a bad guy, he just wants to show you there's so much stuff out there to do. Unlike Joseph, he doesn't let the fact that others think he's a freak keep him from hanging with you. He wants them to see that you like him. HIM. He thinks your adorable no matter who you are, and frankly, snuggling up on the Headmasters kid is just another act of defiance he's happy to flaunt. Eventually, he might even open up to you about his shitty home life, and the fact he's only called Pez cause' when he's high that candy is all he wants to eat.

Tyler is a huge softie. He doesn't let the thing people say about him get to him, mostly because he's a bit dense in the moment to know he's being made fun of, but also because he's okay with being alone. He's happy with who he is, a nice guy. But, that doesn't mean he doesn't love his best buddy, or mind adding you to there little group. It's just one more mouth to feed in his eyes. He'll walk you to all your classes, slinging his big arms around you and keeping you close to his side. Unlike Pez, he grew up with a pretty loving family, and they're what he misses most about being away at boarding school. Most of the money he makes selling weed with Pez goes back to his family, but they don't really know how he makes it. He comes to see you and Pez as his new little family.

With these two, there will be lots of late nights with bad movies and pizza made from scratch. Being on some rundown couch squished between to large bodies, at least one set of arms wrapped around your waist. I think they both are pretty open about telling each other about the crush they have on you, given that they are best buds. These idiots probably got super high one night, and Tyler let slip that he, quote, 'thinks he wants to put a baby in you', to which Pez replies he'd like to put something along those lines in you too. It wouldn't be hard for them to both come to terms with wanting to share you, they share everything else. They just hope you'd want both of them, Pez and Tyler can't stand the thought of making things awkward by you only wanting one of them, so they both subtly try to transition you into the roll of being their partner.

Pez would be fucking fuming when he starts realizing the things boys at school are doing to you. Whether he witnesses it himself, or you come to him and Tyler seeking comfort, he'll pound the shit out of anyone who tries to touch you like that. If you like someone else, Pez wouldn't wail on them to eliminate a rival like Evan would, but rather he hands it over to Tyler. Tyler would come up with some rumors, maybe a reason the guy isn't right for you, and why would Tyler lie? He doesn't feel great about lying, but thinking about the things guys at this school do to you, fills the sweet chefs stomach with a bitter bile.

They wouldn't outright pressure you into sex, but rather try and find ways to coerce you into requesting or initiating it. Pez has some weed laced with something, nothing too strong, but it'll make even a nun feel a little frisky. He'll lay back or rub your thigh, hoping the weed will relax you enough to come out and say what you want. Maybe an aphrodisiac or two gets slipped into a warm drink Tyler made for you. It gets you feeling all hot, but don't worry, you can stay in their room overnight and wear their clothes, so they can... make sure you're not sick or anything.

"Hey," you can feel a pair of arms wrap around you from your spot at the library table. You look up and see Pez, with Tyler now playfully laying his head on the table beside you. "Heard that shithead Evan's got an away game, so it looks like your freed up after all to spend a little time with your favorite guys." His lips are dangerously close to your ear, making you squirm. "Yeah, man, we've got a bunch of movies n' shit from the store, and I'll even make your favorite. Stay the night, it's not like we've got anywhere to be tommorow, and my beds so cold..." Tyler teases playfully, eyes wide and feigning sadness.

All these boys make it difficult to get any alone time at Ridgemoor, but the men certainly don't make it easier... (Taboo part two with the faculty coming soon, because I'm horny for Dilfs and old men with questionable dynamics with reader.)