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idaña: high valyrian meaning twin

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞 || your twin never learned how to share, and he always hated when someone tried to take one of his toys.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 || 6.2k

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 || twincest, noncon, kinda reader insert kinda oc because she has white hair and is aemond's twin, aemond is horrible and possessive and very nasty and mean, loss of virginity, pain kink, breeding kink, forced voyeurism/exhibitionism, jealousy, hair pulling, choking, kinda yandere vibes, a slap, brief somnophilia (just mentioned), degradation, angst

this fic is by, for, and about adults. minors do not interact.

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Your fingers toyed with the hem of your dress’ draping sleeves, your thumb nail tracing the golden embroidery at the edges; your teeth bit down on your bottom lip slightly to try to keep your girlish smile at bay. It was the gaze of Ser Corwin that made you so bashful— he was a handsome and kind knight, and every time you watched the men in the courtyard, he noticed you and looked up at you with a gentle smile.

Yes, you’d begun to fancy him; there was just something so… exotic about him. Not in a foreign way, he was a native of your homeland, too— but he was different from everyone you normally spent your time with. The person you spent the most time with was certainly your twin brother, Aemond, and Corwin was nothing like him.

Where Aemond was pallid and sunken, Corwin was tanned and full-faced; Aemond, like nearly every Targaryen, had long silver hair, but Corwin had a mess of amber-brown curls that somehow looked perfect even when they were clearly misbehaving. Most of all, while Aemond tended to be aloof, calculating, and snide, Corwin was patient, sensitive, and passionate. He reminded you of the knights in your storybooks: dashing and fierce in battle, yet tender for the woman they loved.

When your twin turned his face towards you, you looked away quickly, hoping not to get caught looking at the knight in the courtyard below. “Sister,” he said to get your attention, and you looked at him as if you hadn’t even noticed he was looking at you. “Is something the matter? You look flushed.”

“I— no,” you shook your head. “Sorry, brother. My mind is elsewhere.”

He smirked slightly. “Anywhere interesting?”

In the tower, just two nights ago, where Ser Corwin kissed my cheek, and called me beautiful— and told me that he hoped to fight for my hand someday. Swallowing, you shook your head. It had never gone further than those chaste kisses, stolen moments in shadowy corners or secluded alcoves, but for a sheltered princess like yourself, it was an exceptional thrill.

“Ivestragon issa skoros ao issi otāpagon bē,” he pleaded in a whisper to you, leaning closer. Tell me what you are thinking about.

You looked at him more carefully: at the interrogating look in his eye, and the patch covering the other; at the small smirk on his lips. Sighing, you reached up and brushed your fingers over the black leather patch. “Ao gaomagon daor jorrāelagon naejot ruaragon aōha laehurlion,” you replied quietly. You do not need to cover your face.

Smiling softly, he let you reach behind his head and untie the strings, taking the patch off, letting the scars and sparkling gem show in the sunlight of the afternoon. “Iksos bona sȳrkta?” he asked you with a grin. Is that better?

“Olvie,” you agreed; Much. Leaning forward, holding his face softly in your hands, you placed a gentle kiss to the place just under his false eye along the line of the scar; he shut his eyes, though the scarred one still never shut all the way, his lashes resting on the height of his cheeks.

When you broke away, the way he was looking at you had changed just a bit. Giving him one last smile, you rested back in your seat, and he in his own beside you. You both carried on silently, watching the tourney of knights below.

The events of yesterday’s tournament were still fresh in your mind: of Ser Corwin’s victory, after he received your favour; of Aemond’s interrogation about your inner thoughts and your kiss on his eye. None of those events were particularly unique in of themselves. After all, Corwin was a strong and talented knight, and Aemond was always trying to get in your head (and usually succeeding). Of course, giving your brother a kiss was nothing strange, either, as close as you two were. But something about yesterday felt different. It felt worse and worse each day to hide your affections for the handsome knight, most of all because you weren’t exactly sure why you had to hide it— you just knew that it needed to be a secret. And yesterday, you feared more than ever that Aemond would find out soon and how he would respond.

Pulling the blankets up higher over your chest, you turned your head over on the pillow to look over at your twin. He usually woke up before you, so it was rare to see him fast asleep in the early morning like this.

Your mother had tried to get you and Aemond to stop sharing a bed over a decade ago, saying you were ‘no longer of the age where that’s appropriate’. But that had never made sense to you; why shouldn’t you sleep with your twin, your other half, your best friend? He kept you warm at night and let you whisper about your dreams to him when you woke up. And so, every evening, your room was left empty and you cuddled up with Aemond instead.

Reaching up, you tenderly pet your brother’s hair, brushing through the fine silver strands with your fingertips. He hummed as he awoke, turning to smile at you as he blinked his eyes a few times. “I hope I didn’t wake you up,” you whispered.

“Sȳz ñāqes,” he greeted with a rough, low voice; Good morning.

“Did you sleep well?” you asked gently, humming as he pulled you closer and rubbed his cheek on the top of your head. He cleared his throat to get the sleepy gravel out of his voice, holding your face in one hand with his thumb petting your cheek.

“Like a babe,” he replied.

“You woke up to cry and shit every two hours?” you joked, making him laugh and hug you a little tighter, your face pressing to his bare chest.

“I never expected you to be so funny, sister,” he admitted. “You never liked my jokes when we were little.”

“Because your idea of a joke was pulling my hair or spilling my dinner on me,” you rolled your eyes. You paused as you really considered what he’d said, leaning back to look up at his face. “What did you expect me to be?”

His gaze ran over your face carefully, his thumb slowing down a bit as it gently stroked the highest point of your cheekbone, beside your eye. “I always knew you’d be beautiful,” he answered in a soft voice, “and fierce. I thought you might get wiser, but you’ve stayed just as naïve as you were as a little girl.”

Offended, yet flustered, you blinked quickly and looked away from his face, down to his chest and collarbones. “You’re wiser, brother, but still so rarely kind,” you whispered in return.

He sighed as he kissed your temple lightly. “I try to only speak the truth, sister— especially to you,” he explained. “You should tell me the truth, too: you should tell me what’s been on your mind these past weeks.” For emphasis, he toyed with the hair right by the crown of your head. “Something’s been keeping you from me… I miss you.”

You smiled a little, exhaling a ghost of a laugh. “How can you miss me? I am right before you now.”

He said nothing, because he knew you were feigning ignorance— even if he just called you naïve a few seconds ago, he couldn’t believe that you really didn’t understand what he meant.

“Avy jorrāelan, lēkia,” you spoke to him quietly. I love you, brother.

He hummed a bit as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, embracing him and shutting your eyes. He seemed to relax, then, petting your head soothingly. “Nyke gīmigon,” he replied; I know.

It was that same day that you saw the knight again, though you hadn’t realised you would. The afternoon was falling into evening, the sky turning orange above the garden as you wandered it; you loved this time of day, because the sky reminded you of fire. You were looking up at it, probably seeming just as dreamy and careless as Aemond and the rest of your family often accused you of being, when a hand on your shoulder startled you. Turning, it was Corwin behind you, under the shadow of a tall tree.

“Ser Corwin,” you blurted out, “I didn’t expect to encounter you here.”

“I apologise, my princess,” he sighed, “but I couldn’t wait any longer— I had to feel your touch again.”

He suddenly pulled you into him, and part of you wanted to simply swoon and accept it, but just enough of your logical mind remained. “W-we might be seen here,” you noticed.

“Must we always keep our love secret?” he lamented, gripping your arms tighter and smiling down at you— that warm, comforting smile, it melted you.

“Love?” you repeated excitedly.

“Of course,” he breathed, reaching up to caress your cheek. “My princess, my darling… tell me that you could someday be my wife. Even if I am not a noble lord or a political ally— tell me you could forget your duty and we could be wed.”

You swallowed, hoping you could answer him honestly. As far as you knew, you had little duty in marriage as the youngest child of the King— it might displease your parents slightly if you asked to marry a knight, but it wasn’t any kind of treason or even that much of a disruption, especially considering a loyal and just knight like Ser Corwin. “Yes,” you decided, beaming widely, “I hope so— I dream so.”

Smiling back at you, he grabbed your face and kissed you: it was hard and sudden, but lovely. You realised you’d never been kissed this way, with so much passion and joy, and it made your heart sing as your hands reached up to tangle in his curly hair. At that same moment, his hands found your waist and held you close; you felt small in his touch, in a way you enjoyed more than you expected.

Just as you broke away, opening your eyes, you thought you saw something in the corner of your eye— up on one of the nearby balconies, a flurry of white. You turned your head in an instant, looking for it.

“Is everything all right?” Corwin asked.

“Yes— was someone there, on the balcony?” you wondered.

“I didn’t see anyone,” he replied, “but I only see you anyhow.”

The flattery was less effective as an anxious feeling flooded your chest. “W-what if someone’s seen us, Corwin…”

“Then they’ll know how mad I am for you,” he decided proudly, pulling your face back towards him, “and that you’re mad for me as well.”

You blinked up at him, staring into the dark brown abyss of his eyes, letting it wash away your fears.

“Would it be so horrible?” he pressed. “If they knew… are you ashamed of me?”

“No, my love, no,” you promised, petting his cheek quickly, “anything but.”

You couldn’t answer his first question, though; you didn’t know if it would be horrible, if anyone knew. With him holding you like this, you almost didn’t care.

He tried to pull you closer again, but you pulled away. “I should go,” you decided.

“Not so soon,” Corwin pleaded.

“I’m sure I can see you in the morning,” you promised, but he reached for you again.

“I can’t wait that long,” he pouted. “I’ll miss you too greatly— one more kiss, please?”

Though you hesitated, you leaned forward to peck his cheek. He turned his face to catch your lips, just for a moment; you pulled back again, face warming.

“I’ll be thinking of you,” he promised.

You nodded and stepped away, biting your nail as you walked back towards the castle; as much as you wanted to promise the same, for some reason, all you could think of was your brother.

Seeking him straight away, navigating the stone halls, you went to Aemond’s (and, functionally, your own) chambers. Already you feared he wouldn’t be there, and then your worries would grow even more about where he was— where he had been, more specifically.

In retrospect, you shouldn’t have been so eager, swinging open the door so dramatically: it made you look sort of foolish when he was sitting back in a chair, reading a book. He was well into it, he must’ve been here for hours to get that far in; you sighed with relief, and he looked up at you, seeming confused.

“My apologies,” you nodded, “I hope I didn’t disturb your reading, Aemond.”

He shook his head, looking back at the book as his cheek rested on his fist. “No trouble. Come in.”

You tried to examine him as you shut the door behind you and moved further into the room; you hoped to notice if he seemed irritated or emotional in some way, in case it was him you saw in the corner of your eye in the garden. He was hard to read, just sitting there, but if anything he seemed… normal. It relieved you, partially, though you were still cautious as you broke the silence. “How is your evening?”

He nodded as he shut his book. “Painfully uneventful. Yours?”

Continuing to approach him, you hoped he couldn’t see everything on your face. “About the same.”

As he stood, he took your hand and lifted it to his lips for a kiss on your fingers. “I missed you, sister. I wondered where you’d gone— you know I prefer to read with you laying beside me.”

You nodded, remembering how many nights you fell asleep with your head on his chest and his arm around you as he read— aloud to you, sometimes, or silently to himself. “I was in the garden,” you explained. I thought I saw you there, you wanted to say, but you worried it would give away too much.

“Alone?”

You tensed up a bit. “Yes.”

He sighed slightly, but smiled; you relaxed again.

“What were you reading?” you asked, looking at the book— but he suddenly touched your face, getting your attention back.

"Hm," he hummed sharply as he lifted your chin, contemplating you with his stare. "Pretty and sweet, but never very smart, were you, dear sister?"

Before you could ask him what he meant by that, the back of his hand collided with your cheek and spun your face to the side.

"A-Aemond!" you yelped, holding your stinging cheek, and he grabbed the front of your dress to roughly pull you into him.

"You should know better than to lie," he hissed at you, rage seeping through his teeth. "I never expected you to lie to me— or to be a whore either.”

“I-I’m not!” you denied.

“You let some pathetic knight kiss you! It made me sick,” he spat. “You've always been mine, sister— did they never tell you? You were betrothed to me since we were born."

You shook your head, eyes watering, and he held your chin with his other hand so you couldn’t move anymore— so you had to look at him. “It’s not— that’s not true…”

“It is,” he insisted, “I said I would always tell you the truth. I always have. But I guess I never told you, fully, what my purpose for you was— what we must do, to keep our family strong.”

He spun you around quickly, pulling your back to his chest, holding painfully tight onto your shoulders. “Aemond, please, I’m sorry—”

“No,” he interrupted, “you’re not. Not yet.”

He began to rip through your dress— fine silk splitting down the back like it was parchment. “What— Aemond, what are you—?!”

His hand snapped up to cover your mouth as he snarled, holding your head against his chest. The other hand kept tugging and ripping your dress until it fell to the floor in tatters; your tear ran over his fingertips. “Hmm,” you heard a deep sound vibrate in his chest as he looked down at you, rubbing his hand over your bare skin. Your stomach dropped as he touched you, his breath on the side of your face, his eyes boring into you. “Mandia,” he whispered to you, the Valyrian word for sister, “did that knight touch you like this?”

You cried harder, though the sound was silenced by his hand tight on your mouth, as you shook your head.

“Now, don’t lie,” Aemond warned you. “Did that filthy knight touch you this way?”

His hand explored everywhere it could reach: rubbing your thighs, squeezing your tits, even cupping your mound for a moment which made your insides clench. You shook your head again.

You could feel his smile, you could hear it somehow, just beside your ear. “Good,” he praised— somehow, it made you feel a little better. It made you less worried that he was angry with you. “Only I should be allowed to touch you. And I should never have waited so long…”

His breathing was heavy and careful as he touched you, and his fingers ghosted over your skin with that same lithe grace that he always carried. Even when you were looking away, and couldn’t see his face— even when he wasn’t speaking— it was impossible to forget that it was your twin’s hands on your body.

“I’ll admit, I did touch you while you slept sometimes,” he added, laughing slightly, “but it’s better like this. It’s better feeling you shake… and hearing you cry…”

You shut your eyes tightly, and felt his lips press to your temple.

“I wanted to wait, you know— preserve your purity until our wedding night. But I'm so tired of waiting…"

He seemed to lose track of his sentence as he focused more on feeling you, on watching his hands explore your shivering body. It caused his hand to drop from your mouth, allowing you to reply in a weak voice. "Please, brother, you can't…" you began, trailing off to whine as both his hands groped your chest, even teasing and pinching your tightened nipples.

"Can't?" he repeated. "What can't I do to you? Ao issi ñuhon." You are mine.

The slight hint of amusement in his voice was gone as he pushed you right up to the bed, making you cry loudly as you realised he was really going to go through with this— up until now, you thought he was just trying to scare you.

"You belong to me," he hissed, forcing you to bend over as he pushed your shoulders into the mattress.

"Aemond, please! Please, no," you sobbed weakly, though you didn't even try to resist him physically— you couldn't, even with only one hand he held you down easily and kept you pliant, as the other landed a harsh smack on your bottom.

"I never wanted it to be like this, sister," he sighed, petting the stinging skin he'd just assaulted. "I wanted to be kind and gentle to you. But I've no choice— you embarrassed us both, and forgot your place."

After another hit that made you yelp in pain, you heard the sound of him opening his trousers behind you, and you cried harder. Thinking that begging in Valyrian might sway him more, you found yourself repeating kostilus ("please") and lēkia ("brother") over and over, but you were ignored.

You only stopped when you felt something hot press up against the swollen lips of your cunt. "My, dripping already, sister?" Aemond noticed, sounding pleased, as he started to swipe the head of his cock through your folds, forcing your lips apart for the thickness of his tip.

You'd felt his cock a few times before, when he was aroused in the mornings and pressed it against you— or when you were younger, and in your curiosity played naughty games like children do. But you'd never felt it like this, pressed right up to your opening, bare skin on skin. You'd known already that it was thick, but with clothes in between it never felt intimidating like it did now: even just the very tip of it, sliding up and down over your slick cunt, made you terrified of how brutally it would deflower you. "Please— it's not going to fit," you warned.

He only laughed, making you feel even more stupid. "Silly girl… it never fits the first time," he explained, "that's why it's so important that you saved yourself for me, for this moment: I'll make you mine and only I will fit you after this. No other man can have you… you'll be only mine, forever."

He had to punch his hips forward sharply to be able to go inside; it made you wince, but you tried not to react too loudly as you knew this was only just the beginning.

You still couldn't have imagined how much of him there really was left.

He put the rest of his cock into you slowly— to remind you that even as angry as he was, he had never lost control. He carefully slid every centimetre into you, listening to every whimper as the stretch broke your maidenhead and opened your body for the first time. "Aemond," you cried softly, struggling to believe it was your own brother hurting you like this. "I'm sorry, Aemond, lēkia, I'm so sorry—"

"Shh, shh," he soothed, petting your back— but still pushing his hips steadily forward until all of him was sheathed in you. "Gods above, you have such a nice cunt… so warm…"

You felt actually nauseous, because he was so deep in you— like he would stir your stomach and make you sick when he moved. But no, when he moved again— slowly, deliberately— you didn't feel sick. You felt pain, and your legs began to shake, but that's it. "You're hurting me, brother, please—!"

"Shh," he interrupted firmly. "I think you'll like it, once you accept it. I know you were made to take my cock, darling, it fits in you so well."

It didn't feel like it fit well— it still hurt, it still made you ache deep inside. But he was certainly enjoying it: he kept moaning each time he filled you to the brim, examining closely the way your face tightened up and twisted in pain. He obviously liked hurting you, specifically he liked knowing he could hurt you and get away with it.

"So well— you're doing so well already," he whispered to you, a strain in his voice from his own pleasure. Each time he pulled back it seemed like he only went deeper in the next stroke; your toes curled against the floor, sometimes your legs even kicked up and your fists balled up the blankets under you. "Fuck, you know who you belong to now, don't you, sister?" he grunted, starting to move faster far sooner than you were ready for it. "You know that you're nothing but your brother's whore, yes?"

The next thrust into you was fast and sharp; it made your whole body jolt, and a cry jump from your lips. And he did it again, and again, and again.

You tried to get up on the bed, tried to crawl away to keep it from being so painfully deep inside you, but he grunted and pushed you down— he got up on the bed, too, and growled as he kept you pinned, fucking you harder as punishment for your disobedience. "Just stay still," he ordered, "just stay fucking still and take it!"

Holding you down more forcefully, fingers digging into your shoulder and side, he let go of any reservation he might have had and began to really fuck you— hard and rough and needy, more focused on his own frustration than anything. You sobbed your apologies over and over until they were just useless blabbering, pathetic cries as weak and broken as you felt. You weren't just his whore, you were his toy.

But something had changed in the way you cried; it wasn't just pain anymore, in fact, it was hardly that. You were crying most of all because of the way your body, betraying you, responded to him. It was beginning to almost feel pleasurable— there was still a sting in the stretch, and yet a fullness that made your back arch on its own. There was still an ache inside you, but it made you long for more, not less. Every forced push into you made his cock rub alongside something, a sensitive place on your walls that seemed to awake even more the longer it went on.

Now, when your toes curled, it wasn't in agony but ecstasy. And you hated yourself for it.

"You are a whore," he insisted again, though his voice was quiet and rough. "Do you see how much you enjoy it? Should I have not waited so long, darling? You longed for me, didn't you?"

There was really no point denying it now; he'd believe what he wanted anyway, and probably end up convincing you to believe it, too. You whimpered as his face appeared beside yours, kissing one of your tears away.

"Gevie," he praised; beautiful. "I know you wanted this so badly. That's why you teased me, isn't it? Let me catch you in the garden with that boy? Because you wanted me to stop waiting, and finally take you as my own."

He cooed at you, clicking his tongue; you groaned as he forced his cock as deep as he could possibly push it, holding your hips down with one hand and petting your head with the other.

"Shh, shh," he soothed, "I know— it'll all be right now, my darling. All is as it should be now. Do you know whose you are?"

Shakily, you nodded, and he sat up again so his face wasn't so oppressively close.

"Good," he decided. "Now let's make sure everyone else knows."

He whistled, loudly, the way he did when he wanted to summon the guards outside into the room. "N-no, I can't— they can't see me like—" you began to protest.

He ignored you as the guards entered, and his hips stilled as he spoke to them. Your head was hot and spinning as you heard him talking to them, knowing they were standing right there as you were laid on the bed, naked, being used by your own twin right in front of them.

"Bring that knight," Aemond requested of the guards. "The one my dolt of a sister kissed."

"No!" you screamed. "No, please, please—"

"Shh, he needs to see this," Aemond insisted, petting your silver hair as you sobbed into the blankets. You heard the door shut again, and prayed that somehow Corwin had known to run far away from this place and never come back. "Oh, don't be embarrassed," he soothed you coldly, playing with your hair as you kept hiding your face. "Those guards only saw you for a moment, sister. If you learn your lesson this time, I won't let them see you like that again."

He leaned in closer, his voice tickling your ear until you turned your head away.

"But if you don't keep your voice down, they'll probably hear you anyways," he reminded you with a little chuckle.

He started to move again, faster than before he'd stopped, and you shuddered; you should've enjoyed the moment of a break while you could.

His own sighs were getting louder and more frequent, and his thumb massaged up and down your spine while he fucked you: you couldn't tell if he was trying to soothe or savour you. "Mm, how lovely you are," he spoke, under his breath, as his hand reached down to get a handful of your bum. He pulled that handful to the side, so it wouldn't block his view of your cunt stretched out for his cock, and you felt terribly exposed. "I'm afraid you'll ruin the bed linens with your slick… you've already coated my cock quite nicely— and look, it's on your thighs too… what a mess."

He sighed and clicked his tongue like he was disappointed in you for it; your chest twisted. "I-I'm sorry," you said again.

"Hmm," was his only reply.

There was a knock at the doors just before they opened, and as footsteps approached the bed, you turned your face away so you wouldn't have to see it.

"Oh! That was quick," Aemond announced. "Come closer, knight, get a good look."

You tried to move your arms up to cover your face better, you tried to grab the blankets to hide your whole head under, but your brother wouldn't allow that.

"Don't hide your face, sister," he cooed, the gentleness of his voice in opposition with the way he roughly tugged on your hair to force you to arch your back and expose your face. You cried harder at the sight of your beloved Corwin, your sweet knight, standing in front of you; his face painted in betrayal and heartbreak at the sight before him. "Tell him who you are," Aemond ordered you.

"I…" you whispered shakily, getting louder when your twin tugged your hair again. "I am my brother's whore!"

"Mm," Aemond hummed approvingly. "Yes, you are, my love. Look at his face, darling— look how disgusted he is with you."

Blinking tears away, you did: you saw the way his eyes ran over your face, down to your weak and shaking body that Aemond was fucking into roughly. You could tell he'd never look at you again as he has before.

"He only wanted your purity," Aemond explain in a whisper, "he doesn't want you now that your brother has defiled and claimed you. He never loved you, sister… only I love you."

"You're lying," you sobbed, "you're lying to me, Aemond!"

"I'd never lie to you," he promised, speaking just beside your ear, turning your head so you had to look at the knight again, who watched the sick display with a grimace on his lips and tears on his cheeks. "I won't hurt you again, if you do not disrespect me any further. Do you know your place now, my sister?"

He got angry when you didn't respond, tugging your hair again until you whined. Against all logic, the dull pain made a chill of pleasure run down your back.

"It's a simple fucking question," he sneered. "Yes—" he forced your head to nod by pulling your hair up and down— "or no—" he forced you to shake your head by pulling your hair side to side. "Do you know your place now?"

"Yes," you whispered weakly. "Yes, my brother."

"Is it playing childish games, flirting with boys in the courtyard, taunting horny knights with your maidenhead?" he asked you, and you sniffled before you answered.

"N-no…"

"Good," he smiled. "Is it in our bed, pleasing me, serving me, and keeping the bloodline pure?"

You exhaled shakily, but finally nodded your head— you were crying too hard to speak properly. Worst of all, you were afraid if you spoke aloud, they'd both hear you moan; you hated this like nothing else, in your mind and in your heart, and yet your body was washed over and over with pleasure. You weren't sure you could take it, how good it felt, and you were fighting everything in you to keep the ecstasy at bay.

"Yes," he agreed as he whispered in your ear. "Yes, that's it. That's your place, princess."

"May I be dismissed, my lord?" you heard Corwin's voice ask your twin weakly. Aemond didn't even look away from you, didn't even slow down.

"Not until she comes," Aemond decided. "I'd like you to see how much she loves this."

He grabbed your wrists and pulled them behind your back, forcing you onto your knees and keeping your upper body suspended; it made the sounds of skin on skin even louder in the room, along with the moans you couldn't help but release.

Aemond himself moaned louder, too, his hands squeezing your wrists and his heavy balls hitting your cunt each time he thrusted forward. "I suppose I can't blame you for wanting to fuck her," he offered the knight, who didn't seem to find it all that comforting. "She's so pretty, isn't she? And a tight little cunt— fuck, it keeps squeezing me, it's how I know she's about to come for me. Aren't you, darling? About to come for your brother?"

You dropped your head in shame and defeat. You didn't even know what it felt like to come, you'd never done it before— no one ever told you it was possible, actually. So, you didn't realise what you were approaching as your moans grew louder and louder, as your legs started to shake and your cunt pulsed rhythmically. All you knew was that you needed it to keep going, you needed this feeling to get bigger and bigger until it consumed all of you.

He hissed praises in Valyrian at you— kessa ("yes") and sȳz ("good") and, of course, māzigon ("come", though it wasn't usually used to mean what he meant it as). The encouragement did little for you compared to the constant assault on your walls, faster and harder with each thrust until your defences broke and it hit you all at once: with a cry, the last of your energy causing your back to arch and your head to tilt back.

Sobs of his name broke out of your sore throat, tears running down your face and making a puddle in the sheets— well, a new puddle… you'd already made one with your arousal as he so keenly noticed.

"What ever will I do with you, sister?" Aemond scolded through his teeth. "Calling yourself a princess, acting like an innocent girl, when you're nothing but a whore. All you wanted was a good fuck, yes? You should've come to me first, only your brother can make you feel like this."

Grabbing your jaw, Aemond forced your limp head to turn up slightly, so you could look at the knight in front of you once more. He held your face and kissed it, before whispering his demand in your ear.

"Tell him that you don't love him," he instructed.

"I… I don't love you," you spoke weakly to Corwin, your voice breaking and your words slurred as you tried to think clearly in the afterglow of such a sensation.

"Tell him you only love me," he added.

"I… I only love my brother, Aemond," you repeated dutifully.

He planted a kiss on your cheek as a reward.

"Please," Corwin begged, barely keeping a straight face as tears welled in his eyes, "let me leave…"

"You may go," he decided, and Corwin bowed quickly before departing in a blur, the door slamming behind him. You and your brother were alone again, as you often were, but you'd never in all your life felt so lonely before. "I thought about having his cock cut off," Aemond admitted, "but I couldn't be that cruel. It's better this way— he'll go fuck some other dumb girl, probably by the end of the night. You never meant anything to him but a chance at something warm to put his prick in."

"S'not true," you sniffled.

"It is, my darling little sister— it is true," he insisted. "He never loved you, no one could ever love you the way that I do."

He let you collapse onto the bed, finally, and fell on top of you. His lips and teeth took turns with gentle kisses and harsh bites along your neck and shoulder, grunts from his throat turning into deep and hungry moans.

"My pretty sister," he mumbled roughly. "It's nearly time: I'm going to give you a sweet little babe, a pure Targaryen, doesn't that sound nice?"

"I… I don't…" you started and trailed off. You'd wanted children someday, but not so soon, not when you were unmarried— and not by your brother.

"Shh, shh," he silenced you again, "just tell me you love me. That's all you need to say, just tell me that you love me."

"Avy jorrāelan, lēkia," you whimpered, repeating it over and over until his movements stilled with a long, satisfied sigh— and then you were both laying there in a daze, his weight atop you, his lips just by your ear and heavy breaths falling from them.

"You'll be even more beautiful with our child inside," he decided with a happy, hazy sigh. "We can be wed before the month is through… that should make sure no more knights come sniffing around you, hm?"

You didn't respond, you only laid there, numb. He rolled off of you but pulled you with him, keeping his cock inside you and holding your back close to his chest. Gentle kisses trailed your shoulder as his fingers traced random shapes on your arm. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier, the exhaustion from your body seeming to infect your mind as well.

"You can sleep, my love," he whispered to you soothingly. "I'll hold you all night, just the way you like, all right?"

Sleepily, you nodded, letting a final tear roll down your face sideways as your eyes shut. "Yes, Aemond," you answered, already halfway drifted into darkness.

He gave one more kiss to your cheek and hugged you tightly. "Sȳz bantis, issa ābrazȳrys," he offered to you under his breath. Good night, my wife.

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART II

Seungmin x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Seungmin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (13,8k words)

Author's note: Enjoy this one too and let me know what you think about it :)

SEUNGMIN: I may be an athlete, but I don't compete to get girls. I attract what I want and oftentimes, I get what I want [smiles] I'm a pretty straightforward person. Am I wild? [Laughs] Guess we'll find out?

In his profession, Seungmin relies a lot on his instincts.

If Seungmin thinks the pitcher is going to throw a four-seam fastball, he would want to get the ball down in the zone. If it's a tow-seam fastball, he should raise his bat about thigh high and if he notices any different type of motion or slowing of arm speed, he'd better expect a change-up.

When Seungmin first sees you, his instinct tells him that he should choose you.

People always talk about physical attraction, well, yes, how can Seungmin is not attracted to you? You're pleasing to the eyes. Your eyes, your lips, your sparkling eyes, and your sonorous laugh, they're all attractive.

What interests him more is still there hiding inside you. He wants to talk more to you, know your thoughts and ideas, if he's lucky enough, he wants to know your hopes and dreams too.

For now, permission and a kiss would suffice.

The kiss, oh... it's like fireworks are going off from inside his chest and exploding in his head, filling it with sparks.

"That was good," You shyly mutter while trying to hold his gaze.

"Well, you can have more if you want," he coyly says.

The two of you are looking into each other eyes, still reeling from what he thought was the nicest first kiss you both shared.

Seungmin is aware that someone is appearing behind him as you look past his shoulder, looking like you just got caught doing something.

"Hey, guys," Issa says.

"Hey, babes," you reply with a smile.

Seungmin sees the curiosity filling her eyes as Issa looks at you and then looks at him. She seems to have figured it out as her lips curl into a sly smile.

"Lana called," Issa informs.

"Oh, okay, we're coming," you tell her.

After Issa left, you start fixing your hair and dress even though the two of you only kissed once, nothing else. You repeatedly tuck your hair behind your ear.

"Do I look alright?" You ask him, smacking your lips together to gain what's left on your lipsticks.

He helps you put a strand of hair away from your lips, "You look perfect," he answers.

You crack a smile and do it once more with your eyes closed, it's adorable to him.

Seungmin gets up first then he holds his hand out at you because he knows you can't freely move in such a tight dress.

SEUNGMIN: I didn't plan on breaking the rule this fast but she's just irresistible and the moment was right.

Never in his life, had Seungmin thought that he would sit and hear a cone talking. Well, there's a first to everything.

What he doesn't get is how nervous everyone is. He knows that Lana is going to announce the rule breaks and anyone who broke the rules should be aware of the consequences.

Seungmin knows what he did, therefore, he's ready to face what's coming to him.

He gets a little startled when the cone chimes as it sits in the middle of the long, wooden table.

"Good evening!" Lana greets.

Tom reclines on the single sofa and asks, "What's good, Lana?"

"I must regretfully inform you of a breach of the rules," she informs.

Seungmin knows better that it's better to immediately come forward. He doesn't wait for anyone to get suspicious of each other and clears his throat.

"I'm just going to tell you guys right away—"

Adriana's gasp cuts him off, "Wait, what?"

Everyone is either not expecting that it's him or that he'd rule break when he's only been here for a day.

"With who?" Vale asks but his eyes already looking at the answer.

Seungmin turns his head at you, finding you sheepishly smiling and then he holds your hand, showing everyone who he kissed with.

"You..." Lili teasingly says, pointing her small index finger at you while everyone is cooing at you both.

"I initiated the kiss, the moment was right so..." Seungmin explains, ignoring how awkward it is to tell everyone why he kissed a girl.

Tom blinks his eyes a few times then says, "I didn't see this one coming."

"I wanted to do it and I... want to see where things go with her," Seungmin furtherly explains, not caring if anyone trusts him or not.

"This kiss has cost the group $6,000," Lana announces.

Okay, now Seungmin gets it why everyone is so nervous? It's not so much about the rule break, it's losing the money.

SEUNGMIN: Well, at the end of the day, what's done is done [shrugs]

It's endearing how Seungmin admitted everything and the way he openly tells everyone that he wants to take things further with you, oh! you get butterflies in your stomach.

That $6,000 deduction hurts less when you did it with the right person and it's worth it, you know you can trust Seungmin enough to see where things take you.

You lean into his side and lowly mutter into his ear, "That's so nice of you."

Seungmin looks at you to return your compliment with a soft smile that makes him look a thousand times cuter and these butterflies won't stop flying in your stomach any sooner.

"There's another breach of the rules," Lana announces.

You feel less nervous now the rule break thing has gone out of the way but hearing someone else did a rule break, you start to be concerned about the money.

"Oh, no!" Lili gasps.

A kiss or two is excusable because sometimes, a little physical affection is necessary in getting to know someone but other than that, you're not sure you can tolerate it.

"It's either you or you guys," Lili points at Issa and Jeff and Devon and Elliott.

"Or them," Jeff adds, pointing at Adriana and Tom.

Adriana subtly rolls her eyes, "I can promise you, we're innocent," she assures.

It's safe to assume that it's the couple who has spent the most money on the retreat so far. You lean forward and look at them with eyes full of suspicion, "Do you have something to say, Elliott?"

"No," Elliott immediately answers with a slow head shake.

While Devon is busy fixing her hair even though it's safely tucked into a neat bun on the back of her head. If Devon acting antsy is not enough answer, it's the awkward silence that gives it away.

"Uh-oh!" Adriana mutters, spotting the culprit with her siren eyes.

She has another strategy to make them confess, "Do you want to explain, Devon?"

Devon tries to stay calm and suddenly, she bursts into laughter then says, "I'm sorry."

Everyone reacts almost the same way, groaning in disbelief and also disappointed that they keep being selfish by rulebreaking.

Tom aggressively rakes his hair to the back and groans, "God, bro? Why did you keep lying to us?"

"We didn't lie. We choose to say nothing," he defends himself.

"Well, that's a lie," Vale corrects him.

It's kind of ballsy of Elliott to keep defending his wrongdoings instead of simply admitting it and apologizing. He makes it hard for himself and only makes everyone else lose their respect for him.

Devon tries to take control of the situation, "Okay, guys, let me explain, the first kiss we did in the bedroom—"

"What? You kissed more than once?" Issa asks with eyes widening.

"Oh, my..." Lili mutters in despair.

"Are you serious?" Tom is almost losing his shit knowing that he'll lose more money tonight.

Devon only realizes what she did a while later and quietly sighs, "Oh, shit..."

It seems like you're the only one with any patience left in you. You take a deep breath and try to assess the damage to prepare everyone.

"Did you guys do something else?"

Devon's subtle smile says so much and you believe you have just lost your patience as well. You lean back and just want to get it over with.

"Look, it-it..." Elliott is stuttering and ends up laughing.

Devon yanks the sleeve of his shirt, "Stop laughing," she scolds him.

"Take that grin off your face!" Adriana scolds him more.

Elliott pulls himself together and says, "I think there was a uh... heavy petting too."

No one is having it, if anything everyone has for them is a disappointment. The more everyone hears about it, the worse it gets so everyone sort of gives up talking altogether.

"These three rule breaks have cost the group an additional $16,000."

There's a dead silence hanging in the air after Lana announces the money deduction and what everyone is going to hear next will feel like a slap to the face.

"The prize fund now stands at $154,000."

Tom lets out a heavy, stressful sigh, "At the end of the day, we're just playing with money," he grumbles.

"Elliott and Devon, although you are displaying early signs of a deeper bond, you are spending too much energy concentrating on a physical connection rather than an emotional one," Lana says.

You're not the one who committed the act but you shake a little to hear Lana saying she's not pleased with what she witnessed.

"And as you have cost the group the most money, I am setting you an additional test."

Whatever coming to Devon and Elliott, It's not going to be a good one.

"You will spend the night in the suite," Lana announces.

YOU: Oh, hell no! We're going to be in debt, for real.

Okay, now, Seungmin gets why everyone was so nervous at the beginning, we just don't know what will happen and how it's going to turn out.

Another thing he learned is that he shouldn't be underestimating the cone, Lana is the one with power in here.

"This is your chance to show the group that your connection is more than just physical."

Lana warns Elliott and Devon, but mostly, Elliott since he's the one who's not only wrong but provoking everyone with his answers while at it.

Seungmin has been biting his tongue, he's only been here for a day so he's not sure if he can have a say on it but seeing that everyone seems to be at a loss for words, he feels the urge to say something.

"You did lie to everyone," Seungmin points out the main thing that angers everyone the most.

"This is your only chance to earn everyone's trust back," he tells him.

"Okay," Elliott accepts his words well.

"You may now leave to the private suite," Lana orders.

Everyone has no trust in them as they watch them leave to the private suite, letting them go with the thought that they'll fail the test.

Everyone is ready to leave the cabana and sleep this misery away when Lana starts talking again.

"That is not all."

"Oh, my days!" Vale gasps, sensing that it's not a good sign.

"Good judgment and in particular, knowing who can and can't be trusted is an essential skill for developing healthy long-lasting relationships."

Seungmin is in awe at how well Lana on keeping everyone on their toes, not letting everyone know what her next move is.

"That's why Elliott and Devon are not the only ones being tested tonight. If you do not trust them, you can choose to forfeit $10,000 which will cover all potential rule breaks in the suite."

Everyone is gasping to hear that Lana is asking everyone to involuntarily gamble with the prize money.

"However, if you choose to put your faith in them and they fail, you will be charged for every single rule break. With fines now doubled, that could be a very expensive lapse of judgment."

Seungmin turns his head to the side to see your mouth is hanging open. He reckons you're slightly shocked by everything you hear.

"So, will you have faith or will you forfeit?" Lana asks the big question.

Then Seungmin looks the other way, looking at Tom who's getting more stressed in each passing second.

"How much do we trust them?" Adriana opens the debatable question.

"I don't have trust in them. Nothing, none," Tom immediately answers like he's one hundred percent sure he's right.

You scoot to the edge of your seat to speak up, "Elliott is a rebel. He's most likely to break a rule and I think they're going to do something in there," you give your opinion.

Now that puts you in the same team with Tom which he gladly welcomes with a strong argument.

"They're going to be alone in the suite," he adds.

Adriana puts it simply for everyone, "Should we take a risk or should we play it safe?"

Everyone starts speaking up as well, giving their insights on this whole trust thing and Seungmin is intently listening to each opinion to take into consideration.

"If they're serious about the relationship, they won't do anything," Issa says.

Jeff agrees with her, "I back them."

"They have something to prove and it'll look bad for us not trusting them, actually," Vale gives his opinion.

You're nodding to his words and that seems to change your mind as well, Seungmin only recently learned that the person you’re closest with is him, Vale.

"He made a promise that he wasn't going to do anything," Blake says.

"He said the same thing last time," Adriana breaks his conviction.

"I got no faith," Tom remarks, period on point.

"Vale, I agree with you but if they disappoint us, I will not trust them again," you make a firm statement.

Against the doubts that slip through everyone's mind, everyone has voted to trust them, except that Tom is doing it unwillingly.

"I have noted your decision to put your faith in Elliott and Devon," Lana accepted the decision.

SEUNGMIN: Everyone puts their neck out for them so I hope Elliott keeps his promise.

Thankfully, Lili is very understanding when you tell her that you're sharing the bed with Seungmin and she has to sleep with someone else, you entrusted her to Vale.

A part of you wants to test yourself on how well can you handle temptations but another part of you tells you that you'd most likely fail because Seungmin is low-key too hot to handle.

Seungmin comes to the bed with his hair tousled and somehow, it only makes him more attractive. He gets on the bed, putting a pillow behind him before resting his back against it.

"Did you just dry your hair?" You ask.

He gives it a ruffle, "Yeah, is it messy?"

You softly laugh and help him, brushing his hair with your fingers to make it less messy.

"Your hair is so fluffy," you compliment.

He looks at you as you use both of your hands to brush the hair on each side of his head, "You like it?"

"Mm-hm," you answer with a smile.

"I missed a month of haircut," he informs, putting away the hair out of his eyes.

Your hand goes through the hair on the back of his head and let your hand rest on the nape of his neck for a moment.

"You look like a puppy," you playfully tell him.

Seungmin smiles in reaction and it only proves your words, he has that golden retriever energy, bright and playful. To put it simply, it's impossible to not like him.

There's a conversation going on in the room about whether Devon and Elliott will pass the test or everyone is going to lose more money tomorrow morning. You're listening but your eyes are focusing on the space on the bed between you and him, you hesitate to just scoot closer to him, he seems like the type of person who respects someone's personal space.

It's only when the lights are out that you lie on your side facing him and then ask, "Do you like to cuddle?"

Seungmin turns to lay on his side to face you, "Not really," he answers.

So your guess is right, he's not a cuddly person and you shouldn't be disappointed, it's just a preference, it's nothing personal.

"Are you?" Seungmin asks back.

You tuck a hand under your head and focus on looking at his gleaming eyes in the dark of the room, "Well, I would love a cuddle or two from you," you honestly answer.

He catches your hand lying on the space between the two of you, "I can do a cuddle or two," he says.

"How about more than two?" You jokingly ask.

Even in the dark, you can see his cute smile as he slips his fingers into the spaces between your fingers, "I can do that too," he murmurs.

You hold his hand back and smile, "Okay, great."

You and Seungmin are lying facing each other with hands intertwined, enjoying the quiet that slowly takes over the space as everyone else starts to drift into sleep.

However, you can no longer fight the drowsiness, "I'm sleepy," you sheepishly tell him.

He brings your hand close to his mouth and places a soft kiss on your knuckle, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," you murmur back with a smile.

You close your eyes feeling incredibly relaxed as Seungmin places gentle rubs on your back until you fall asleep.

YOU: Oh, my God! I think I like Seungmin. Seungmin, the baseball player.

The room is dark but he can see through the curtain that the sun has risen, Seungmin wakes up earlier than anyone else, including you.

Seeing that your hair covering your face, Seungmin gently put the stray hair away to the side and to the back. You look so beautiful peacefully sleeping on your pillow that he's afraid that he'll wake you up.

Seungmin then rests his hand on the dip of your waist, following the rise and fall of your body as you breathe. He gets closer so he can hold you, gently putting his arm around you without waking you up.

He feels snug, he feels like he can go back to sleep but as he's about to close his eyes, the room lights up.

Everyone is groaning as light floods the room and blinds their eyes which are still heavy with sleep.

"Morning everyone," Adriana croaks as she pulls herself out of the duvet.

Turning his head to the side and seeing you still sleeping, Seungmin can't find it in him to wake you up but he begins by softly rubbing your shoulder to not startle you awake. Then he moves his hand to your face, using his knuckle to caress your cheek and your eyes are fluttering open like butterflies batting their wings.

"Still sleepy?" He asks with his hand cupping your jaw.

You nod and instead of getting up, you snuggle to him and rest your head on his chest.

As everyone slowly gains their senses back and is ready to start another day in the retreat, Lana chimes in for her morning greeting.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Morning," you reply with a sleepy voice.

"After putting your prize fund on the line last night and deciding to trust repeat offenders, Devon and Elliott," Lana reminds everyone of the doom looming over everyone's heads since last night.

Everyone turns their heads to see Devon and Elliott's empty bed and is hit by the realization of their grim, uncertain fate.

"How are you feeling this morning?"

Lili sighs and says, "Nervous."

"Scared," Issa honestly answers.

"And on edge," Jeff adds.

Cara the new girl who has been quiet since last night, finally gives her opinion, "I don't think they'd be stupid enough to put themselves in a situation where they would spend money more than they have lost."

However, Adriana is the only one not accepting her opinion well, "I disagree. Their track record is so shit."

Tom who is adamant about protecting the money supports her argument, "$10,000 would have been a lot safer in my opinion."

What they said seems to sway everyone's faith in Devon and Elliott. Seungmin can see that everyone starts to doubt their decision to trust them and put so much money on the line.

Whether they lose money or not, this is not how Seungmin wants to start the day.

SEUNGMIN: We put our trust in them... well, some of us. Let's hope they prove themselves to be worthy of our trust.

As a baseball player, Seungmin has a rigorous workout routine and he usually starts the day with a morning run. Since it's impossible to do here, he decides to do some simple exercises in the makeshift gym by the beach.

Before he gets back to the villa, he goes for a swim in the sea and walks back with water dripping from his swimming trunks.

In the bathroom, he finds Blake standing by the sink, his big body almost covers the whole mirror. Hearing that someone else entered the room, he looks over his shoulder.

"Hey, man," he greets him with dollops of sunscreen on both of his cheeks.

Seungmin hangs his towel at the handle of the shower door, "Hey," he replies.

He goes to the sink to retrieve his toiletry bag from the drawer.

"I see that you picked a bird, huh?" Blake says.

Seungmin has to take a moment to process his words and what he meant by a bird is a girl, he got himself a girl, you.

"Yeah..." Seungmin awkwardly replies, he heads to the shower thinking that Blake is done talking.

"You got a wild one, bro," Blake is applying the sunscreen all over his face as he speaks.

"What are you trying to say?" Seungmin asks and wonders if he's taunting him or trying to make a joke here.

Blake lets out a chuckle as he washes his hands under the running water, "She broke a rule with Elliott once."

Is that supposed to make him mad? Well, if it happened recently then it would be a problem but he obviously came here after that happened so Seungmin has no idea what he has to do with that information.

He decides to ignore him and goes into the shower, not wanting to continue the talk that shouldn't be his business in the first place.

Also, it shouldn't be Blake's either.

SEUNGMIN: I don't know what Blake's intention is but this is something that I don't want to hear from someone else.

All you need is a few sprays of hairspray to keep the hairstyle intact for the next few hours, you carefully apply it to your hair with your eyes closed.

When you open your eyes, you catch Seungmin's reflection in the mirror. Half-naked with his hair wet, Seungmin is walking to his closet that is located right behind your chair. You turn around on your chair and use the opportunity to ogle him, admiring his lean body with muscles in the right places and they're just in perfect sizes.

Imagine looking that hot yet so unaware of it.

"Hey, baby," you sweetly say, holding your hand out at him.

Instead of taking your hand, he reaches for your chin and gives your cheek a quick caress.

You smile in reaction and ask, "How do I look?"

"Perfect," he shortly says.

You take his hand and hold it as he looks for something inside his closet, "Let me dry your hair for you," you offer.

"Okay. Give me a minute," he gladly accepts the offer by letting go of your hand so he can put his shirt on.

Unlike most women, you like treating your partner with simple things like this.

Seungmin is sitting still as you work on his hair, drying it with a hairdryer. You don't have to put a lot of effort into it since he has short hair, finish it by applying a hair oil with your fingers slipping through his fine, dark hair.

He does the rest, brushing his hair with a comb and styling it how he wants it to be.

You rest your hands on his square shoulders and ask, "Did I do a good job?"

He fixes the hair falling over his head, "Not bad," he responds.

You bravely cup his chin while looking at his face through the elliptical-shaped mirror, "You're so gorgeous," you compliment.

He takes your hands and brings it close to his mouth. When you think he's going to kiss it like last night, he bites at your fingers instead.

"Ouch!" You yelp in pain.

He laughs in satisfaction and hurriedly makes up for it by placing a kiss on your inner wrist. He then drops his head to the back to look at you, seeing you eye-to-eye.

"Thank you," he sweetly murmurs.

You gently tap his cheek, "You're very welcome."

You like attractive men but you like it more when they act like true gentlemen and a true gentleman is rare. But it seems like you're lucky to have found one.

The only way Lana knows how to have fun is by interrupting a sweet moment like this. You both stop moving and talking altogether to hear what the cone has to say.

"Please assemble everyone in the cabana," Lana orders.

"Got it, boss," you reply, reluctantly letting your hands go from around Seungmin's neck.

It's not hard to gather everyone as most of them are chilling by the pool, you can tell them about Lana's order on the way to the cabana.

The stress from last night continues once everyone realizes that Elliott and Devon will be returning from the private suite soon.

Speak of the devil, here they come, looking so happy like they're coming back from a honeymoon instead of a test. They take the small sofa on the side of the room while ignoring the death stares directed at them.

Jeff is the first one breaking the silence, "Anything you want to share?"

Here comes Elliott's grin and it's not a good sign, "It was very enjoyable," he answers.

Devon is smiling next to him and letting him do all the talk.

"There are roses on the bed, champagne, bathtub," Elliott continues, giving everyone the wrong ideas.

Next to Seungmin, Vale lowly sighs and mutters through his gritted teeth, "They're fucking breaking rules."

YOU: We're fucked if they fucked!

Lana finally comes in and goes straight to business, "Devon and Elliott, last night I gave you the opportunity to show the group your genuine connection without surrendering to your physical desires. However, your connection wasn't the only thing I was testing."

Elliott's grin wavers for a second at the revelation that Lana did something behind their backs.

"While you were away I gave your fellow guests a test of trust in you. If they didn't trust you, they could forfeit $10,000 to cover all your potential rule breaks in the suite."

Now it's Devon's smile that gradually fades from her face and into a panic expression.

"Or they could choose to have faith in you, meaning that any rule breaks would receive the appropriate financial penalties."

Devon and Elliott exchange a look and turn rigid on their seats, it's enough to tell everyone that they did something.

"I can now reveal the group chose to trust you," Lana informs.

Tom hurriedly comments on it, "Not me. I don't have a lot of faith in you guys," he audaciously tells them.

Elliott sadly smiles, "I understand," he says.

You hear Lili sighing next to you and when you look at her, she leans in and whispers, "Seriously though, they're not looking hopeful."

One thing you know for sure is that Tom is ready to give a long I-told-you-so speech right at everyone's faces.

"Devon and Elliot I must now tell the group that you..."

For an AI, Lana knows how to build the suspense.

"...did not break any rules!"

You feel like you can finally breathe at ease while everyone else is cheering and applauding Devon and Elliott for proving that everyone was right to trust them.

"Even though you were very close to breaking the rules last night, I can confirm the prize fund still stands at $154,000."

Your head is turned to see Tom and Adriana who have the least faith in them and they're smiling, you can see a bit of regret on their faces for being too negative about the decision to trust them.

YOU: So they do know how to keep it in their pants, huh?

Despite the most spending couple in retreat has succeeded in passing Lana's test, that doesn't stop Tom from keeping everyone on his watch to make sure the money stays at $154,000.

You and Seungmin are having wine in the firepit, sitting close next to each other with your legs over his lap and enjoying the warmth of the fire swaying with the night breeze.

Seeing him up close is almost surreal because of how handsome he is, you trail down his jaw with your finger and gently tap his chin after.

"You have a very sharp jaw," you emphasize every word in awe.

Seungmin takes a sip of his drink before speaking, "Don't cut yourself then," he says with a sly smile.

You playfully slap his chest in reaction and burst into laughter almost at the same time.

You fix your hair and look at him, "It's your turn to compliment me," you demand.

He puts his drink away and licks his lips, "I didn't know that I have to compliment you back."

You dramatically roll your eyes, "Just say something nice about me, please?"

He laughs and puts his arm around you, drawing you closer to him as he thinks of something to say. He looks at you, trying to find something he can compliment on but you end up being drowned in his eyes.

"Your eyes, nose, lips..." he starts.

You stare back into his eyes, "Yeah?"

"They're parked perfectly," he finishes his words.

Once what he said registered in your head, you burst into laughter, "Parked?"

He nods while foolishly grinning, proud at his creative way of saying you're beautiful, "You got 100 points for parking them perfectly," he compliments again.

Flustered and amused, you put your arms around his neck and hug him, sharing laughter until the sex cop comes crashing.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

You both abruptly stop laughing and turn your head to look at Tom, standing at the top of the steps that lead down to the firepit.

"Are we being safe?" He asks you both, looking at you like a parent seeing his child having her boyfriend over.

And you act like you've been caught doing things with your boyfriend, reluctantly taking your hands away from Seungmin.

"Yes, Dad!" You jokingly respond.

Tom nods in approval and turns to leave, before he walks away, he turns around to say, "Keep your hands to yourself, 'kay?"

"Got it, Dad!" You shout at him.

You may have taken your hands off of Seungmin but you use it as a chance to change position, you make him sit on the end of the long sofa and you sit between his legs with your back resting against his chest so he can take his turns to put his hands around you.

The night is warm, the wind is softly blowing and the sky is full of stars.

Maybe it's because you haven't been with a man for a while or it's because of him, either way, you feel incredibly at ease.

You softly rub his forearm and delightfully sigh with your eyes closed, "This is nice."

Seungmin places his hand on yours and slips his fingers in, "I heard that you have broken the rules before," he says.

That comes out of the blue and you don't expect him to address this matter since it happened way before he came to the villa.

Yet you find yourself stammering in answer, "Y-yeah, I did."

"Oh," Seungmin simply responds.

That 'oh' sounds harmless but you start overanalyzing it, mostly because you don't want Seungmin to get the wrong idea, thinking that you're trying to hide it from him.

"Okay, now I feel bad for not telling you," you sadly mutter.

"It's okay. You don't need to tell me," he assures you.

Regardless of how he obtained this information, he deserves to know why you did it and whether you still have involvement whatsoever with the person you committed the rule break with.

"I didn't feel like I needed to tell you about it because the kiss that I did with Elliot... I was bored, I did it for fun," you explain.

You hold his hand back and tip your head to the side so you can look at him as you speak, "But the kiss that I did with you is not, it was personal."

You take a deep breath before ending it with a sincere apology, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you."

Seungmin has been so quiet for a moment that you doubt he's accepting it well. You squeeze his hand to gain a reaction from him and ask, "How do you feel though?"

He inhales air and leans in to look at you, "I don't like to play games or in competition with someone else," he begins.

You don't want to overthink but you fear that he'll change his mind because of how you keep things to yourself.

"I know my worth I respect myself. I feel that if someone else can't see that, then that's on them but I don't hang around for that," he remarks.

You always know that Seungmin is very forthright, he says what's in his head, knows what he wants, and goes for it. Ultimately, he doesn't waste time on someone who doesn't acknowledge his worth and you fear that you're that someone.

You need to assure him that you do know his worth and you want to keep building connections with him. You mull things over in your head and try to fathom them into words.

"I do want to get to know you. I feel drawn to you and it's genuine and honestly, I feel more connected with you than I did with anyone else," you tell him how you feel as best as you can.

Seungmin repeatedly rubs his hand up and down your arm to keep you warm and comfort you. He then rests his hand on top of your clasped hands, "I just want to move forward and be open, there's so much more of you that I want to get to know," he says.

It's rare to find someone who's as wise and as gentle as he is. You really are lucky to have found and met him, and lucky that he chose you too. You want to get to know him more as well and risk falling deeper into him. As if you mind.

"Me too," you tell him with a grateful smile.

You bury your head in the crook of his neck and let out a breath of relief, trying to suppress the urge to kiss him.

"I want to kiss you but we can't," you mutter.

"Actually, we can," he corrects you.

You softly chuckle and raise your eyebrow at him, "We can but we can't."

YOU: I'm so grateful for Seungmin and I feel more confident about taking this further with him.

It takes time for Seungmin to get comfortable around someone.

He likes you, yes but he likes being in his personal space so much it's hard to let someone in. It's nothing personal, it's just who he is.

However, he looks forward to bedtimes the most because then you'd be lying close next to him.

A smile rises on your face as you get on the bed, crawl over to him and adorably ask, "Can we have a cuddle or two?"

He notices the anticipation on your face but what he likes seeing are the sparkles in your eyes as you wait for his answer.

Seungmin doesn't say anything but spreads his arms out, letting you dive into his warm embrace.

"Guys, guys," Tom claps his hands to get everyone's attention.

You keep your head rested on his chest while Seungmin pays attention to what Tom is about to say.

"I think we're all in agreement that we will not rule break and I just want to know if that stays true right?" He asks.

He can't speak for everyone but Seungmin can't remember when he did agree to this. However, everyone is half-heartedly replying to Tom.

"I love you guys but be good," he concludes.

Seungmin has a good restraint, but when he gets told to not do something, he wants to do it more. Plus, you're snuggling up to him and your body starts to mold to him, he would be lying if he didn't get the urge to kiss or touch you or do more than that.

When he looks down and sees your face this close, your eyes closed and your lower lip is jutting out, oh... he wants to kiss you bad.

Even after the lights are out, Tom looks at everyone in the room to say one last thing, "I'll be watching," he says.

After a few minutes though, he fails his task as he falls asleep next to Adriana. It would be hard to fall asleep with Tom's snores filling the room yet cuddling you makes him relaxed that his eyes are drooping.

As he slowly descends into slumber, you shift on the bed and plant a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Goodnight, baby," you murmur, then you turn over and lay on your side of the bed with your back facing him.

Now Seungmin finds it hard to sleep without your warm body lying close to him so he closes the gap between your bodies and puts his arm around you.

A while later, you let your body mold into him once more and hold the hand resting on your waist. Without looking, he can hear you smiling as he holds you close.

Seungmin lands a caress on your head and kisses your temple, now he can finally murmur back to you, "Goodnight."

SEUNGMIN: The talk that we had reassures me that I was right to choose her.

A few days have passed and you enjoy getting to know Seungmin more.

He told you a lot about him that besides baseball, he likes music, he likes playing piano, he likes to write in his journal and he doesn't like watching movies without knowing the ending first.

Everything about him is one of a kind but that's what makes him special. The two of you got closer the more you shared things about each other.

And today, you'll get a lot more closer to him.

All of the guests are being gathered in the garden for a workshop and someone has been waiting there, you assume she's going to be leading the workshop.

You take the mat in the back with Seungmin and sit cross-legged as the instructor introduces herself as Haley, a sex expert.

Her profession surely intrigues everyone and whether it's going to help them suppress their sexual urges.

"First, I want to ask you guys what is your version of a perfect partner?" Haley opens the workshop with a question.

"Nice body?" Jeff answers.

"Okay," Haley says with a nod, accepting Jeff's answer.

"Anyone else?" She invites everyone to share their answers.

"I like girls with skinny model bodies," Vale honestly shares.

"I don't want to be with someone who doesn't look as good," Cara gives a way too honest answer.

Everyone is laughing except Blake who is her partner for today's workshop. Hearing everyone's answers, you can see how people can be so shallow with what they want, they only see the surface, the superficial and that's including you.

Haley moves on to explain what the workshop will be about, "In today's workshop, we're going to release any perfectionism. We're just going to let ourselves get a bit... messy."

She pauses hearing everyone get excited for it, "Are you guys into that?"

You turn your head to the side at Seungmin, wanting to check whether he's as excited as anyone else.

The answer is no, he's not that excited.

"You guys can start!" Haley announces.

There are bowls of body paints prepared for the workshop and the two of you can paint each other's bodies with it. You get up and stand facing each other, then suddenly, have no idea how to start.

"I don't like getting messy," Seungmin says.

As expected, body painting is not something that Seungmin would do to have fun. You pick up a bowl of pink paint and dip your finger into the thick, pigmented texture of the paint.

"Well then I'll be the one having the most fun," you say as you rub the paint onto his nose.

And before he can complain, you smear the paint onto his cheek, laughing at how his face is covered in pink paint.

Eventually, Seungmin starts painting your body as well, he uses the green one while you use the yellow one, drawing a heart on his chest.

"See if you can just let go a bit. Let go of control, let go of inhibitions," Haley encourages everyone to stop being so careful and just be free.

You see everyone is only using their fingers to paint each other's bodies, not willing to get any other parts of their body to get dirty.

"Stop thinking! Stop worrying about what you look like. Let yourself just go free, get wild!" Haley encourages more.

It gives you an idea, instead of dipping your fingers into the bowl of paint, you pour it onto Seungmin's shoulder and lather it all over him.

"What are you doing?" Seungmin asks.

"I'm having fun," you simply answer.

You want Seungmin to not be afraid of getting wild or making a fool of himself, you want to have fun with him so first, you have to show him how.

"And you should too," you add, taking his hand and dipping his whole hand into the bowl.

Then you turn around, presenting your butt cheeks at him, and shamelessly request, "Make a handprint on my buttcheeks."

Seungmin stands rigidly with his hand tainted blue, "What?"

"Slap my butt!" You make it simpler for him.

It takes him a while to understand your request and once he did, he lands a good slap on your left buttcheek, creating a print of his big hand on it.

Haley notices what the two of you are doing and likes what she's seeing, "Love it! More of that!"

That seems to motivate Seungmin to make another handprint on your other buttcheek, he lands a harder slap which makes it even better.

Soon, everyone starts to loosen up, playing with both the paints and bodies, investing in the workshop, or merely using it as an excuse to feel each other's bodies.

"Catch them off guard!" Haley says as she supervises everyone.

After picking up a bowl of paint, you turn around to get greeted by a dollop of orange paint Seungmin throws at you. You scoop some green and get back at him, splashing it all over his back.

The next thing you know, you both are having fun, and as a matter of fact, the two of you are the only ones having the most fun out of everyone.

"You're not drawing penises on my back, right?" Seungmin jokingly asks as you draw more stars on his back.

"Nope," you reply, "Just some boobies."

You're running out of paints and to make it all worth it, you scoop the last of the red paint, then rub it all over your chest.

"Baby, look over here!" You tell him.

Seungmin obeys you, looking at you with his face covered in pink, green, and yellow.

Catching him off guard, you bring his head close and bury it between your breasts, lathering the red paint all over his face.

Instead of complaining, Seungmin pulls away laughing with fresh red paint on his face and you laugh along, seeing how much he enjoys it.

"Notice if you feel embarrassed to just see each other, now that you've stopped worrying what you look like," Haley remarks.

Seungmin wipes the remaining paint onto his stomach and pulls you into a hug, you can feel the paint getting all over your front too.

You both just stand there and have a laugh looking at each other looking silly in colorful paints, you see your mess on him and he sees his mess on you yet you both still look perfect to each other.

"You guys did amazing in today's workshop. I hope that you let go, you got a bit more free, you find some joy, laughter in being imperfect," Haley concludes at the end of the workshop.

Now that the workshop has ended, all you can think about is how Seungmin's hands were all over you.

YOU: We had so much fun. I don't think I'd be having that much fun if I did it with someone else [smiles]

Unfortunately, the fun doesn't last long.

You were straightening your hair when the cone in the dressing room chimes, you abruptly stop moving and so is everyone else, it's like the world pauses for a second to hear what Lana has to say.

"Everyone," Lana says.

No greeting whatsoever, she's addressing everyone in the room and you sense that she's not pleased with something.

"Hi, Lana!" Lili weakly replies as she's busy braiding her hair.

"You must all gather in the cabana immediately!"

Uh-oh! Lana is pissed but why? Everyone's been good.

Or that's just how they seemed to you, you never know with these people, especially Devon and Elliott. Lana never urges everyone like this before so it's safe to assume that someone messed up.

"What the fuck is going to happen?" Tom mutters, looking so stressed already.

All the eyes in the room are suspiciously glancing at each other as you get too anxious to even bother straightening the rest of your hair.

Even though you and Seungmin struggling to keep your hands off of each other, you managed to not break any rules. But still... in here you'll get penalized for something you didn't even do.

"Good evening," Lana greets.

"What's good, Lana?" Tom asks with a thin smile.

You can only hope that Lana is playing with our minds and actually gathered everyone to deliver good news, for instance, she feels generous tonight and drops $10,000 into the prize fund. Oh well, that's just your wishful thinking.

"I must regretfully inform you that there has been a breach of the rules."

And here we go again, everyone is once again playing the game of "whodunit" that sadly costs money.

Adriana looks around, "Who is it?"

"Who did it?" Issa says with a threatening voice.

You can only hope that this is not the time you find out that one is stupid enough to commit serious rule breaks.

"Elliott?" Tom asks him since he's grinning like a guilty man.

Elliott shrugs his accusation away and coyly says, "Nah.

He may be putting on a good poker face but Devon? Not so much. She keeps hiding her face behind Elliott's shoulder and avoiding suspicious eyes.

"You're awfully quiet right now, Devon," Vale says with suspicion.

"Did you break another rule?" Lili asks with a soft tone like an understanding mother.

Ever slowly, Elliott's grin is getting wider and wider, exposing the truth he's hiding behind it.

"Ugh! No!" Tom groans, raking his hair with his fingers.

"I can't believe you guys kissed again!" Adriana says, her voice tinted with jealousy as they extravagantly spend money when she can't even get her man to do a single rule break.

Judging from their silence, you sense that it's not just a kiss, "or it wasn't just a kiss...?"

Your question only heightens the tension and everyone's heads are turning in at Devon and Elliott as they occupying the single sofa on the other end of the room.

"Spit it out!" Tom impatiently demands.

Devon only keeps on sighing while Elliott is looking like he has his life flashes before his eyes.

"Just tell us what you did!" Adriana urges them.

Elliott is foolishly grinning his stress away and finally answers, "Coitus."

"What the hell is coitus?" Lili innocently asks.

"Sex," Issa shortly replies.

"Oh, fuck!" The profanity automatically falls out of Lili's mouth.

It's unfair that you were having a good day until two people decided to make your worst fear come true. A kiss is already $6,000 and you don't want to guess how much for sex.

YOU: I mean… Seungmin and I have been resisting temptations.

"I must inform you that sex was not the only thing that took place in the bathroom," Lana continues.

You nervously bite at your thumb, thinking how stupid can they be to break so many rules all at once. Have they always been thinking about themselves?

"That's so stupid!" Adriana doesn't hold back.

Elliott lets out a dry chuckle, "It's not that bad," he calmly says.

From his answer, you can see how stupid he is. What makes him think that answer would make everyone feel better?

"No, Elliott, you're being stupid and selfish," Vale points out, stealing the words out of your mouth.

"Are you aware that what you did got the whole team penalized?" Adriana scolds them more, putting some sense into their heads.

Tom holds Adriana down by putting his hands on her hands. It's the first time he is being the reasonable one out of him and Adriana.

"Let's just hear how much money we've lost," he says.

Lana continues with the announcement, delivering bad news one after the other.

"Elliott and Devon, the fact that the fines were recently doubled does not seem to have deterred you from breaking the rules of the retreat. Today's multiple indiscretions have cost the group..."

You know you wouldn't like what you're going to hear but to soften the blow, you prepare yourself by taking a few deep breaths.

"... $50,000."

Your jaws drop open but nothing comes out of your mouth, you're just at a loss for words. $50,000? You could have paid months' worth of bills and rent with that much money.

"What the hell?"

"That's so expensive!"

Tom is in utter shock that it takes him a few minutes to respond to it, "That's crazy!"

Elliott comes with another ignorant-sounding response, "Our bad. Alright, okay."

Tom claps his hands together and leans forward on his seat, "Do you guys even have respect for us?"

Elliott starts to blabbering around as Devon only sits next to him, saying nothing.

"It's just th-that we have feelings for each other and—"

Adriana cuts right through his words, "So you guys are going to keep doing it?"

"No, no," Elliott hurriedly denies, "That's it."

Everyone is turning on them no matter how hard Elliott is defending himself, he should know by now that he's in the wrong.

"You guys are right. I'm very sorry," he concludes with a regretful tone.

"The prize fund now stands at $104,000," Lana updates the current amount of money in the pot.

Everyone is too tired to even react to five sacks of money lost in one day. At this rate, everyone is going to be in debt.

"May I remind you that you are here to form deeper emotional connections," Lana ends, letting everyone go with a warning.

YOU: I'm upset about Devon and Elliott's rule break but now I'm just thinking maybe... it's my turn now [smirks]

It's exceptionally quiet in the room tonight.

Everyone is upset about losing half of the prize money when the retreat is nowhere close to finished. At this point, everyone will come home with nothing.

And everyone is simply too tired to even deal with things.

"Goodnight, beautiful people!" Issa sweetly says into the dark room.

A few are replying to her and not long after that, the room turns quiet again.

Seungmin is getting used to cuddling you, your head is nestled in the crook of his neck and his arm is around you. This is what he needs after an eventful day, a relaxing time with you and just enjoying each other's warmth.

He knows you're still awake from the way your thumb softly rubs his jaw, he turns his head to the side to plant a kiss on the top of your head.

"You're not tired?" He asks, keeping his voice low to not disturb everyone else in the room.

You take a low breath and answer, "I don't want to sleep."

Seungmin senses that you're up to no good but he's going to have some fun trying to resist you.

"What do you want to do then?"

"Mmh..." you hum and tip your head upward to look at him.

You hold his jaw to make him look back at you, "We can do more than a cuddle or two tonight," you answer with a smile.

His guess is right and he grins at you, suddenly feeling conflicted that a part of him wants to kiss you but another part of him doesn't want to anger everyone.

"No?" You ask.

"No," he answers.

"So... is that a yes?" You ask again with your thumb now swiping his lips.

Seungmin lets out a low chuckle and just can't find it in him to resist you, you're so alluring, so relentless, and just undeniably beautiful.

"We can do more than a cuddle or two, yeah," he caves in to the temptation.

Seungmin takes his arm away just so he can hover above you but before he can lean in, you stop him. You look around to make sure the coast is clear, checking Tom's bed to see if he's sleeping soundly before pulling the duvet to cover both of you.

Even in the dark, Seungmin knows where your lips are because he's drawn to them and when they touched, he feels like something has sets his body alight. He feels warm all over, he feels the flutter in his stomach and the softness of your lips that are in contrast to how hard you return his kiss.

It's only fair that Seungmin reciprocate that energy, he uses his tongue to pry open your mouth and kisses you deeper, harder, and at the same time, trying to keep the smooching sound at the minimum.

Your hands are around him and keep pulling him closer until he collapses on top of you, he has to plant his elbow against the mattress to not put his whole weight on you.

Seungmin doesn't know how much time has passed because, to him, it feels like time stops when he kisses you.

As much as he would love to continue, he decides to end it with a long peck on your lips and pulls open the duvet covering both of you.

With your hands still around his neck, you easily bring his head close to plant a soft kiss on his cheek and smile when you pull away.

"Goodnight," you quietly mutter.

He gives your cheek a gentle caress before placing a kiss on it, then murmurs back, "Goodnight."

The two of you return to your sides of the beds with your backs against each other like nothing just happened.

SEUNGMIN: She is making it hard for me right now but I know that people will be mad about it so I didn't go all the way.

The morning starts with a heartfelt apology from Elliott.

If only the apology brings back the $50,000 they have lost, they would have easily accepted it but well, the damage has been done, there's just no undoing it.

"I'm not the type to dwell on the past but I don't forget and forgive either," Tom says, showing where his stance is on this matter.

Devon brushes her brown hair to the back and draws a breath before talking, "We do not plan to spend any more money. You can believe that or not, but I'll show you," she says with a determination.

"You are repeat offenders!" Tom states a fact that everyone can vouch for it.

"Fair enough," Elliott meekly responds.

Everyone turns quiet as they watch the talk between Tom and Elliott on the sideline, including him and you. You link your arm around his and rest your head on his shoulder.

Tom looks around as he asks the same question every other morning, "Did anyone break the rules last night?"

Not going to lie, Seungmin's heart drops a little but he knows how to put on a poker face. He remains calm, holding your hand if not rubbing the sleep of his eyes.

Another moment passes and no one answers Tom except for the silence that hangs in the room. Admitting it won't do him good, he knows Tom is going to be fuming.

"Let's start the day, shall we?" Issa says, breaking the silence in the room.

Seungmin must admit that you put on a good poker face too, no one is suspecting anything and he hopes it stays like that.

But on the other hand, the rule break last night only makes him want to break more rules and you seem to have the same thing in mind.

"What are we doing today?" You ask, your hand making its way across the sink to grab at his hips.

Seungmin is too busy brushing his teeth to answer you, he wants to do a lot of things with you but most of them are against the rules. He takes your hand and pulls you close to his side which you gladly do, clinging to his side.

You both agreed on swimming in the pool instead of working out, and going to the dressing room to change into swimwear.

Seungmin is already waiting in his swimming trunk and drinking out of his water tumbler when you come out of the changing room without your bikini top.

You're slyly grinning and stand by the full-length mirror to put the bikini top on while he watches in the back.

"Do you like what you see?" You playfully ask as you tie the straps on your back.

Seungmin manages to swallow his water alright even though you suddenly decided to flash him.

"The question is can I touch them?"

You laugh at that and come up to him, putting your hands around his neck, "You can touch them whenever you want."

He gives you a piggyback ride to the swimming pool and standing on the edge of the pool, "Are you ready?"

Before you can answer, he jumps into the pool with you still on his back, catching you off guard. You're gasping for air once you break through the water's surface.

Seungmin has a good laugh watching you fumbling to plant your feet on the bottom of the pool and he hurriedly helps putting your hair away from covering your face.

"You prick!" You say as you hit his chest.

He can't stop laughing, but he tries to console you by hugging you.

"Having a good laugh, huh?" You sneer, all pout and adorable.

"I did ask you if you were ready," he says just to annoy you more.

"Ha-ha," you dryly laugh in response, wiping the water from around your eyes.

"Okay, I'm sorry," He quickly apologizes, putting your hands around his neck and holding you close.

But he is having fun teasing you so while you're holding onto him, he lets himself fall into the water and brings you along with him, fooling you once again.

"Stop following me!" You jokingly say as he trails behind you as you both make your way back to the villa.

He puts his hands on your shoulders and you quickly shrug them off, "Don't touch me!"

That only makes him want to tease you more, he slips his arms under and around you, hugging you from the back.

"You're annoying. Go away!" You grumble, trying to get away but he won't let you.

Seungmin keeps laughing and tightening his hold around you, ignoring that the two of you are dripping wet and forming puddles of water on the floor of the dressing room.

He buries his head in your neck and kisses you there and you whine in complaint but you tip your head to the side, giving him the access to your neck.

"Stop it!" You tell him, half laughing but mostly enjoying his neck kisses.

He knows you can't resist him and that's why you keep letting him kiss your neck with his hands roaming around your wet body.

Then you drop your head on his shoulder, tantalizing him with your lips only inches away from him and you know what, he can worry about the money later.

Seungmin crashes his lips on yours, placing an intense kiss on your soft lips, and gives you a moment to return his kiss before taking it further.

You know what he wants and you give it to him, opening your mouth for him so he can kiss you deeper and harder.

While his lips are busy kissing yours, his hands freely wandering your body, he traces the sides of your body, then bravely cups your breasts in his hands.

A moan slips out of your mouth as he fondles your soft mounds, feeling the nipples hardening under your bikini top. The more he touches you, the more he loses himself in the kiss.

If it wasn't for the footsteps you both hearing coming to the dressing room, Seungmin wouldn't have stopped. He steps away to avoid suspicion, grabbing a towel to start drying himself.

You crane your neck to see who's coming from the hallway but it seems like whoever that is, they're heading for the bedroom, not here.

The moment your eyes meet, you both let out a laugh knowing that no one caught you rulebreaking.

SEUNGMIN: I need to do something because if we keep going down this path... I think we're going to keep breaking more rules.

The dress you're wearing has cute frills on the hem and you're swaying your body side to side in front of the mirror to see how it's going to look.

"It looks like one of those Barbie dresses," Adriana comments.

"I'm not wearing underwear under my dress," you shamelessly share.

"She's not wearing underwear under her skirt," Adriana points at Issa which she confirms with a nod.

"I hardly wear underwear," Devon innocently adds, holding a glass of juice in her hand.

You check one more time in the mirror and Vale happens to walk past you, you grab his elbow to stop him.

"How do I look?"

He ties his long hair into a small bun as he looks at you, "Stunning!"

"Thank you, babes," you mutter with a big smile, holding your hand up for a high five.

"And how do I look?" Vale asks, giving you a spin to show the whole look.

He's wearing blue jeans and a gray knitted sweater which doesn't fit the Caribbean sea weather but he looks good nonetheless.

"Divine!" You answer with a bright smile.

He puts his arm around your shoulder and looks at both of your reflections in the mirror as he says, "Perfect!"

After putting on a fresh coat of lip gloss, you're ready to step out of the villa and find Seungmin, he's the only one you want to show yourself off to.

You can easily spot him from his baseball jacket and his broad shoulders, he's talking to Jeff by the pool. Once you're close enough, you surprise him with a back hug.

Seungmin looks over his shoulder at you and smiles, sharing a moment with him until you realize that Jeff is still there.

"Nice shirt, Jeff," you compliment.

Jeff looks down at his striped shirt, "Thanks!"

Since Seungmin is still engaged in a conversation with him, you decide to let them continue and excuse yourself.

"I'm going to get a drink," you tell Seungmin.

It's when you're done with your first glass of drink and deep in the talk about skincare products with Lili and Adriana that Seungmin looks for you.

"Can I borrow her for a minute?" He asks the girls.

"Uh... No," Adriana jokes.

Nevertheless, he's offering his hand at you to help you get up from the sofa and take you to the firepit which has become you and Seungmin's favorite spot.

You carefully sit on the sofa with your hand keeping the hem of your dress down to not let it ride up your thighs and accidentally expose your private part to the camera.

"I love the jacket," you compliment, grabbing at the collar of it.

"I love the dress," he compliments back, touching the frilly hem, then rests his hand on your thigh.

His hair is brushed to the back, showcasing his beautiful face shape and strong jaws. Something about him that makes it seem like he's getting sexier and sexier each time you look at him.

And your mind is about to wander far off but thankfully, Seungmin grabs your hand and reels you back.

"I think we need to talk," he says.

Those words have such negative connotations and you get a little nervous, "Yeah?"

He puts his arm around you and his fingers are playing with the end of your hair, "We broke the rules twice already. I think it's just too much physical," he says.

Facing Lana's wrath is scary but there are far scarier things than that, for example, Seungmin has a change of heart. Thank God that's not the case so you let out a low sigh of relief.

"And I'm not just talking about people going to be mad at us. I think we should work on our emotional connection too," he seems to pick his words carefully, probably not wanting you to get the wrong idea.

You know exactly what he's talking about, there just too much physical stuff lately and you can't think of anything other than that.

But if you would rather do that than have to talk about emotions, feelings... it's just too scary for you.

"I'm just bad at talking about my feelings, that scares me so much," you honestly tell him.

Seungmin repeatedly nods as he takes your answer and pats your head, "Okay then, for now, let's put a brake on the physical stuff," he suggests.

Not sure if that's also what you want, you hate the idea but Seungmin is right, you should start to think of the group and stop acting selfishly.

The only thing that gets in the way is that it's not an easy thing to do.

"You know on the first few days in this retreat, I kind of forgot about sex," you share.

You pull the lapel of his jacket and slyly smile as you glance at him, "But now that I'm sharing a bed with a hot guy... all I'm thinking is just sex, sex, and sex," you openly admit, purposely dropping your voice lower and lower.

Seungmin is holding himself from smiling and you see that he profusely blushing from your words which makes him even cuter.

He clears his throat before speaking, "Surely, we can control our impulses, we can try—"

You cut him off as you stare into his eyes, "And when you're looking me in the eyes like that I just get so... fired up," you tell him.

He draws a sharp breath and throws his head back, failing to try to make you stop thinking about sexual stuff to only hear you talk more about sexual stuff.

You laugh as he looks so defeated and you hug him, feeling bad for him.

"We should stop spending the money, mmh!" He tries again.

"I'll try," you say while continuously laughing.

Hopeless, he buries his head and threatens you with tickling kisses, sending you into a laughing fit. Once you calmed down, you carefully dab the tears pooling in the corner of your eyes from laughing.

"If we can't kiss then I want cuddles," you demand.

Seungmin knows what to do, sitting on the end of the sofa so you can rest on his chest. You keep the hem of your dress down as you get in between his legs.

"I'm not wearing underwear," you tell him.

He hurriedly takes his jacket off, offering it to you to cover your legs, then puts his arms around you.

"Why are you not wearing an underwear?" He curiously asks.

"To seduce you, of course!" You mischievously reply with a smirk.

He groans at the night sky and hisses, "Fuck..."

YOU: What can I say? I love teasing him [laughs]

Should you be suspicious or relieved to know that Lana is letting the two of you off tonight?

She didn't announce any rule breaks tonight and everyone stays oblivious about your rulebreaks. Well, you should be thankful that you can go to sleep at ease tonight.

"Goodnight, fam!" Jeff mutters to everyone in the room once the lights are off.

In the dark, Seungmin gets bold with his touches, you wonder if he's going to keep his word to not spend any more money.

You still remember how he said he didn't like cuddles that much but he's the only one spooning you right now with his big, warm hand resting on your stomach.

To put it simply, he's not that much of a man who sticks to his words.

It's obvious that he wants it as much as you do as he keeps placing kisses all over your shoulder and neck, his hand goes under your night dress, squishing on the flesh of your stomach.

"We can kiss, you know," you whisper.

He presses a kiss on the skin behind your ear and whispers back, "But we can't."

You let him do as he pleases and try to not make any noises as his hand climbs up your chest, his fingers teasing your underboob.

You turn your head to the back and lowly mutter, "You know what they say?"

He detaches his mouth off your neck, "What?"

"Third time is a charm," you answer.

Seungmin gets it right away and he decides that he's going against his plan to not act selfishly. He kisses you and lets his hand roam all over you, fondling at your breast and pinching at your nipple, making you yelp against his lips.

You see that he's smiling as he kisses you and he slides his hand down your stomach, easing down to where you want him the most.

He lets go of the kiss to ask, "Are you wearing underwear?"

"Sadly, yes," you answer.

That doesn't stop him from continuing, cupping your clothed sex as he plants his mouth on you again and without warning, lands a gentle slap at it.

You take his hand away in reflex and put it back on your waist, holding it down to not let it wander again.

"You can't do that, baby," you whine.

It's a surprise that you find yourself becoming the one with more senses and reminding him about the plan. Probably because it only hits you now that you've spent quite a lot of money already with three kisses and that's only what you know.

You don't want to know how Lana is going to calculate these rule breaks, thinking about it is enough to make you shudder.

Seungmin takes a deep breath to calm himself down, he needs it as you can feel his member poking your backside. You turn around to sleep facing him and putting a little space between your bodies, resting your hand on his chest as you look at his face in the dark.

"We should save some for tomorrow," you jokingly say.

Seungmin softly chuckles and takes your hand to kiss it, "Goodnight," he mutters.

You lean in to kiss his cheek and give his fluffy hair a ruffle, "Goodnight, baby."

YOU: I hope Lana dozed off during her night shift or was updating her software or something [laughs]

This morning, people started getting suspicious of you.

As soon as the lights are on and morning greetings are being thrown around the room, Tom asks the usual question, "Were there any rule breaks last night?"

You put on an act and you don't have to worry about Seungmin, he mastered the innocent until proven guilty face.

Issa shakes her head while twisting her hair and secures it with a hair claw, "Nothing here."

"That's good," Tom says, impressed.

Then Devon with her bare face and naturally rosy cheeks, gestures her hand in your direction, "I definitely heard something from there," she says.

Your heart drops but you keep reminding yourself to not act on it, putting on an angelic smile to ward the suspicion away.

"Why are you smiling?" Jeff asks.

"Because I'm feeling good," You simply answer, ignoring how your heart starts beating out of control inside your chest.

Thankfully, Vale chimes in and puts all of the attention away from you, "Yo Jeff, I dreamed that you stole one of the cones in the villa," he says.

Jeff cracks a laugh at this random information, "You mean, I stole Lana?"

Now that the suspicious eyes are nowhere on you, you look at Seungmin and exchange a knowing glance.

"What are we doing today?"

"Stop following me," he says, getting back at you with what you said to him yesterday.

You rest your head on his shoulder, "Want to work out together?"

He pushes you away by the shoulder, "You're annoying. Go away!"

You put your hand across his chest and hug him, annoying him more by nuzzling your head into his neck.

"Stop it!" He plainly says.

It's for the best that you maintain a safe space with Seungmin for now. You join Vale sunbathing, taking the lounger next to him, and put sunglasses on to shield you from the sun.

"It's weird not seeing you all over your boy," Vale pokes fun at you.

"Gee! Thanks," you sneer with a thin smile.

Vale chuckles and puts his bottle of suntan away, "So, you like this boy so much, huh?"

"Yes," you confidently reply.

"That much, huh?"

"Yes."

He chuckles again and reclines on his lounger, "How far are you in the relationship?"

You get a little anxious at the mention of the word "relationship" but it is a relationship, what you have with Seungmin is not just a fling.

With Vale, you can openly tell him about things because you know he will try to help you find an answer. He's a good friend who you can seek advice from.

"I'm just afraid that I might get scared and just fall back, I'm like... caught between two things at this moment," you honestly tell him.

Vale understands your problem, he's brushing his facial hair as he thinks about what to say to you.

"I think you should follow your heart," he says.

"If he feels right to you, then you should go for it," he continues, looking at you through the lenses of your sunglasses.

Seungmin feels right but that doesn't mean that one day, he won't walk away from your life. That's what you fear: being abandoned.

"I know but... it's just..." You don't know how to fathom it into words but you can feel the fear creeping up inside you.

Vale grabs your hand and gives it a squeeze, "It's okay. You'll figure it out," he comforts you with a smile.

This is what makes Vale a good friend, he's not judgmental and knows how to provide comfort. You place your hand on top of his and smile back at him.

After a moment, he lets go and then sits back on his lounger, "What else is on your mind though?"

"Sex?" You shamelessly answer.

He bursts out laughing and puts his hands behind his head, "You did break the rules with him last night, didn't you?"

He knows you better than anyone so there's no use in denying it, you nod to confirm.

"How bad?"

You skip on answering and he gets the meaning of it, cracking another laugh at you.

"How mad everyone will be when they find out?" You foolishly ask even though you don't want to know the answer.

"Depends..." Vale answers, sparing his detailed opinion on it.

He knows you know how bad it would be since you're the one who committed the crimes. If you have to guess how bad, well, it's bad enough that it sends a chill down your spine.

You shake the thought away and turn the conversation elsewhere, "Enough about me. How about you?"

"What about me?" Vale asks in confusion.

"Are you still on the hunt or...?" You wonder if Vale is having his eyes on someone or if he wants to continue this journey on his own.

"I don't know," he answers.

"I don't think I... I think I learned enough here," he cryptically adds, hinting that he wants to stop progressing in this retreat.

But it could also mean something else entirely.

"If it's about the girls, I think Lana will bring more guests into the villa," you try to console him.

Vale awkwardly chuckles and lets your words vanish into thin air, unanswered.

YOU: I want to open up, I do and I know it's something that I need to do but that's just too scary for me.

It's time to face the music.

When Devon lets everyone know that Lana wants everyone in the cabana, Seungmin knows that she's going to announce the rule breaks.

Lana has been quiet lately but that doesn't mean she's not keeping tabs on what's happening in the villa. He sees that you look a little nervous as you walk next to him.

Everyone is cheering once they enter the cabana and Seungmin wonders what triggers it, it's the first time everyone is happy coming into the cabana.

Then he notices the small gift boxes, twelve of them on the table which means everyone gets one.

"I hope it's one of those mini vibrators," Cara cheekily remarks.

Next to him, you're sighing and awkwardly muttering, "That's interesting."

Not long after, Lana chimes to answer everyone's curiosity, "Hello, everyone. As you can see, I have a treat for you all."

More cheering erupts in the cabana and Tom is excitedly whooping, probably because Lana finally delivers good news.

"The purpose of this gift will further enhance your relationships going forward. You may now open your gifts."

Everyone takes each box onto their laps and impatiently opens them to find out what's inside. Seungmin takes one for him too and gets yours for you.

"When I observe two people forming a genuine connection, they will be given a green light, like this."

While everyone else is enjoying their watches and Lana explains about the green light, Seungmin is left confounded as he finds nothing inside his box.

And so are you.

"You don't get one?" Elliott asks.

Devon dramatically gasps, "What does that mean?"

Seungmin looks at you and you look back at him, nervously laughing at the same time. He knows you both fucked up and it's time to let everyone knows.

"Do you guys know why you don't get one?" Adriana asks.

It's better to come clean and not make it worse for both of you. Seungmin learns the hard way not to underestimate Lana and if he did again, she'd punish him more.

"Uhm... so..." You're fiddling with the cuff of Seungmin's shirt, anxious.

Seungmin decides to speak for both of you, "Last night, we kissed and did a little heavy petting," he confesses.

He thought that it would be like taking a bandaid off all at once but as everyone is exclaiming, groaning, and complaining, he realizes that the sting lingers.

"I knew it," Devon says, knowing that she was right about the noises she heard last night.

"You have not only broken the rules once, but three times in 36 hours," Lana reveals.

And hearing that, he must agree that it's that bad.

"What are you doing?" Elliott asks in disbelief as if he didn't spend 50 grand on himself a few days ago.

"These rule breaks have cost the group a total of $30,000."

Everyone is at a loss for words, including Tom and that's a bad sign. Seungmin would rather Tom to scold him than get nothing from him.

"The prize fund now stands at $74,000," Lana updates.

SEUNGMIN: [Groans] I clearly underestimated Lana.

When you think the nightmare is over, Lana calls you and Seungmin. You sit up straighter and hold Seungmin's hand tighter on his lap.

"Everyone here has struggled to combat their physical urges, but you two have shown a blatant disregard for my rules of late."

Lana is mad, you get it and you believe you're not going to like what she says next. But what can you do? You have to pay for what you did.

"Therefore, to prove you are committed to the process, I'm setting you an additional test."

Oh? A test? But you're never good at tests and everyone seems to have guessed what kind of test Lana will put you into.

"You will both spend the night in the suite," Lana continues.

You and Seungmin immediately turn to look at each other, muttering two different curses at the same time.

"Fuck!"

"Damn it!"

"You are encouraged to use your time to further your connection and prove that you do, in fact, respect the rules of my retreat," Lana warns.

Everyone is already pessimistic about it, they probably think that the two of you will fail which only makes you want to prove them wrong.

"If successful you will earn your watches," Lana announces.

Seungmin looks at everyone and says, "To me, this is not a problem."

This is not a problem to him but everyone knows that the problem is you, you're the one who keeps leading him into temptations.

"You may now leave," Lana orders.

YOU: Oh, my God! How are we going to survive this?

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roanniom · 1 year

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the most persistent filthy thot i’ve been having lately is just being spit-roasted by steddie 😔

it’s the only thot in my head tbh

sorry issa

Cece. I’m DEAD. But also same.

Note: I wrote this - as if possessed - in an Uber, sitting in an airport, and then on a plane. I PAID FOR INFLIGHT WIFI TO FINISH THIS. Please enjoy and please comment or reblog with comments to tell me what you think ♥️

Come and Help

Steddie x Fem!reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ ONLY, PIV sex / unprotected sex, blow job / deep throating, threesome / spit roasting (lol), dirty dirty dirty talk

Eddie is fucking you from behind. You’re on your hands and knees on the bed, just getting absolutely railed. I’m talking everything jiggling, the sound of skin slapping wetly, his balls smacking into your clit every time he buries deep. You’re moaning so loud and Eddie chuckles behind you.

“You keep carrying on like that, Steve’s gonna hear you,” he warns. At the mention of your shared roommate, you clench down harder on his dick. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by Eddie, who hisses in response. “That what you want, Princess? Want Steve to hear you getting fucked open so good?”

You pant, dropping down to your elbows as you try to manage how overwhelmed the idea has made you. If you weren’t so far gone you’d deny it. But you’re gone. You’re lost in his words and his voice and how full he makes you feel so you nod.

“Y-yeah.”

Eddie laughs again, hands digging into the meat of your hips to slam you back on him harder this time.

“Yeah? That’s my slutty baby.” The dirty words are praise dripping from his mouth like honey, making you salivate. “Bet you’d want him to join us, huh?”

The moan you let out is pornographic and Eddie huffs in disbelief.

“Really? Want him to join us, Princess?”

“Want it, Eds,” you whimper pathetically. You’re past the point of self censorship. Eddie has teased you before about Steve, good naturedly pointing out how you fuck him with your eyes and flirt with him incessantly despite dating Eddie. You’ve teased Eddie back for getting turned on when Steve comes back from playing a pick up game of basketball, just a pair of tiny shorts, his shirt long since discarded, showing off his sweaty, hairy chest while gulping down water. You have both acknowledged your twisted shared attraction for your roommate, whispered through giggles in the dark of night. So Eddie bringing up Steve isn’t surprising.

But the next thing he says is.

“What if I told you that I talked to Steve and he wants to join us too?”

You stop breathing. That combined with the fact that Eddie brings his thrusting to a standstill makes everything feel like time has frozen.

You look over your shoulder back at Eddie to find him still clutching your hips. His chest heaves from the exertion of fucking you. A small smile on his lips.

“Want that pretty girl? Want Stevie to come and help me fuck you?”

You’re nodding emphatically before he finishes speaking.

“I…I want Steve to help you fuck me,” you reply softly. Shyness and shame swirl in your belly, exactly where Eddie had just been rearranging your guts. Eddie gives you a brilliant grin in response and slaps your ass lightly.

“I knew you would,” he says before cupping a hand over his mouth and calling out. “Harrington! Bring your dick in here!”

You cringe and laugh at Eddie’s choice of words and are surprised when the door immediately opens Steve walks in, a lopsided grin on his face.

“Took you guys long enough,” Steve huffs. Your eyes widen when you notice how massive his erection is in his sweatpants. He’d been outside the door listening.

“Had to get you a little worked up though, didn’t we?” Eddie hums. He pulls out of you slowly and you gasp at both the drag of his cock on the way out and at the sudden emptiness, crumpling a bit lower on the bed now that he’s no longer gripping your hips.

“I’m more than a little worked up, y’know?”

When you look back up you find Steve staring past you, his lips parted and jaw slightly slack. You glance over your shoulder to find Eddie up on his knees, stroking his cock which is wet with your slick. His other hand cups his balls and his gaze is hot and heavy. Watching Steve watch him.

Fuck.

You push up from the mattress then, rising up to your own knees for the first time since Eddie had first pushed you down and speared into you earlier. Steve’s eyes immediately fly to you. Taking in the thin tank top that’s skewed, almost fully exposing your breasts. You take the opportunity to strip it off, finally fully naked, and just as Steve’s eyes widen, you laugh and throw the garment at him. It lands draped over his fluffy head and obscuring his eyes, making him chuckle.

As he reaches to pull the tank top off his face, you turn and shuffle over to Eddie on your knees. You two make eye contact as your hands find him. Eddie’s eyes ask you silently - this still ok? You nod with a massive smile that makes him give you one of his own.

You wind your arms around his shoulders and begin kissing his neck, up to his sensitive ears. His hand speeds up on his cock, but he takes his other hand to squeeze one of your newly freed breasts appreciatively. You moan a little against his skin at the feeling.

“You guys are fucking hot,” Steve says suddenly, his voice hoarse. You both look back up at him and groan to find that he’s pulled his sweatpants down far enough to reveal his cock - massive and swollen and a needy pink - which he’s already fisting impatiently.

“So are you, big boy,” Eddie chuckles. You reach out a hand to Steve and Eddie continues. “But are gonna join us or are you just gonna watch? Because I have to start fucking someone again or I’m gonna bust.” Eddie bites your shoulder playfully when he says it and you notice Steve flush across his chest. He drops his sweatpants and boxers and clambers onto the bed, into your waiting arms.

It’s a flurry of motion at first. Almost like nobody knows who should touch who and where and how. You’re overwhelmed by the feeling of two sets of hands on you. Lips touch your neck and your back and your tits and your palms slide against hard planes of muscle and rounded edges and smooth skin.

Before you know it you’re sitting back on your heels with a hand on each of their hard cocks as they fight for dominance in the hottest kiss you’ve ever seen. Eddie’s tongue is in Steve’s mouth but his hand is in you, groping at every part he can reach. He settles on cupping your breast while Steve reaches out to grip your thigh.

It’s all so hot you can’t take it, but you still need more. When you swipe your thumbs over their weeping slits, the two men break away gasping.

“I want more,” you announce. Almost petulantly. It always works with Eddie, any kind of demands. He’s putty in your hands, so you’ve learned to ask for what you want. Eddie’s face crumbles in worry for a millisecond, afraid you feel like you’re being ignored, but you quirk the corner of your lip up to indicate that you’re definitely fine.

Steve’s the one to move forward first. He grabs you by the waist, pulling you into their bodies.

“Want us to focus on you, huh baby?” he asks.

“Yes please,” you say with a smile. Steve turns to Eddie with a grin.

“She always this cute at sweet?”

“No. She’s often a brat,” Eddie quips, giving your ass a quick slap. You preen as if he’d complimented you.

“And you love it,” you say, giving him a sloppy kiss. After a moment, Eddie pulls you from him by the back of the neck and pushes you towards Steve, encouraging you to kiss him the same way. You’re more than happy to oblige.

A little while later, you’re roused into awareness by the fact that Eddie’s started humping against your ass. You pull away from Steve, dazed, unaware of how much time has passed. You feel drunk, limp and pliable in their combined arms.

“I really meant it. If I don’t get to fuck someone soon, I’m gonna explode,” Eddie says impatiently. Your skin erupts in goosebumps as you imagine being filled by both of the men in front of you.

“I want…” you begin, but trail off. Uncharacteristically shy.

“What d’you want, baby?” Steve asks, rubbing a hand down your back soothingly. In contrast, Eddie slides his fingers into your soaked folds, playing with your aching clit. The sensation makes you buckle forward against Steve.

“I…want you both to fuck me.”

Eddie let’s out a dark groan while Steve inhales sharply.

“Yeah baby?” Eddie asks. His eyes flick to Steve who looks stricken with want. “How exactly do you want us to fuck you?”

You’re feeling positively nonverbal at this point, so you place a hand over Eddie’s big hand where it plays between your thighs and grab Steve’s hand to bring it to your mouth. When you begin sucking on his fingers, making pointed eye contact with him, his eyes almost roll back.

“Fuuuck, Princess. Yeah. Yeah we can do that.” Eddie grunts beside you.

The two men share a look above your head, agreeing on some unspoken logistic, and then they are springing into motion. Manhandling and maneuvering you the way they want.

Which is how you find yourself back where you started. On your hands and knees on the mattress. Feeling so full you could burst. But this time, as Eddie fucks into you from behind, Steve is feeding you his thick cock inch by inch into your waiting mouth.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Steve cries out when you swallow around him. Eddie barks out a laugh from behind you.

“She sucks cock like a champ, eh Harrington?”

“You’re fucking telling me. Shit!” Steve grasps at your hair, trying his best not to fuck forcefully into your throat, but moaning when you take him to the hilt all on your own.

Meanwhile Eddie’s back to his favorite thing in the world - gripping onto your hips and driving into your pussy like his life depends on it.

“So wet, Princess. You’re loving this, aren’t you? Stevie in your throat and me in your pussy?” Eddie says in his husky, sex-colored voice and you moan around Steve’s cock, making him curse. “Always such a good girl, but you know taking us both at the same time makes you bad, right?”

You spasm at that. Brought right up to the precipice just by his words alone. Eddie knows it, humming gleefully, and reaches down. On hand flat on the small of your back and the other winding around to find your clit.

“Princess like you wants to be bad?” he coos, swirling circles into your sensitive bud.

You’re practically seeing stars now. The feeling between your legs is so overwhelming and the feeling of Steve’s hard dick sliding in and out of your throat has tears streaming down your face. You scrabble for purchase, grabbing at Steve’s thigh and he places his hand over yours gripping you with all he’s worth.

“She might be bad, but she sure is sweet, Eds,” Steve coos. Steve wipes a thumb under your eye, sopping up the tears that have collected there, before sliding down to the spit leaking from the stretched corners of your mouth. “How does she taste?”

Eddie groans that the question.

“Check for yourself.” He lifts his hand away from your clit and you whine at the loss of stimulation, though you squeak and pipe down when he delivers a hearty slap to your ass. “Don’t you want Steve to taste you, bad girl?”

Eddie reaches over your body, offering his glistening fingers to Steve who leans forward and takes them in his mouth. His forward motion causes his cock to move forward too, settling deeper into your throat and making you gag. You breathe deeply through your nose to settle the urge, wanting to keep him as deep as possible for as long as possible, especially when you hear him start to moan.

“Holy…fuck,” Eddie mumbles, voice devastatingly low. Steve looks at him with half mast eyes as he sucks on Eddie’s fingers, his hands digging into your hair to help guide you steadily up and down his dick.

Eddie’s own dick twitches inside you as your walls begin to tighten, announcing your climax. Eddie’s fingers slip from Steve’s mouth and he trails them down the line of your back, leaving a trail of Steve’s saliva.

“You gonna cum, baby? This too much for you?”

You finally pull off of Steve’s cock with a shuddering gasp. You’re heaving, lungs desperate for the air you’ve deprived them, but as you watch Steve begin to fist his own cock in front of your face you salivate yet again.

Another spank delivered to your ass.

“I asked if you want to cum,” Eddie prompts you and you whimper.

“Yes yes please. I wanna cum. Can I cum, Eddie?” you ask, breathless.

Eddie locks eyes with Steve again over your body. Steve looks thoroughly fucked out, face, neck, and chest flushed, hair sticking up in every direction, sweat on his temples. His abdomen clenches and Eddie’s confident both of his lovers are as close as he is.

“Ask Stevie,” he says simply.

You’re completely out of it now. Cheek mashed into the sheets, lurching forward and back with each of Eddie’s thrusts, gazing up at Steve above you and watching him jerk himself off. You don’t hear Eddie’s question, so he spanks your ass again, this time on the other cheek. The sting is so good you wail, back arching and hips shimmying to push back into his next thrust.

“Ask Stevie for permission to cum,” Eddie commands.

You grip the sheets and look up at Steve, taking in his blissed out expression. The way his big hand moves punishingly up and down his shaft, the ruddy mushroom head of his cock almost disappearing in his grip with each upward tug. The pearl of precum collecting at the tip, making you want to swallow him whole yet again.

“C-can I cum, Stevie?” you ask. Practically sob. Steve’s face crumples in pleasure, so close to his own release and you beg. “Please!”

“Cum for us baby,” Steve says quietly, his free hand reaching to cup the cheek that you don’t have pressed into the mattress.

Eddie thrusts in all the way in that moment, filling you to the very top, hitting that spot that he knows you can’t resist. With his hand working your clit, and his voice muttering things like “that’s it baby” and “take it” and “come on, pretty girl,” you find yourself absolutely falling apart.

You cave in on yourself as the pressure overwhelms you. You want more and less at the same time and convulse, all of your muscles spasming at once. Your vision goes practically white as you reach the peak of your high and then you’re boneless, dropping to lie flat on your stomach, your knees no longer able to hold you up.

Eddie doesn’t mind one bit though because immediately he’s slipping out of you and turning you to flip onto your back. You lay there as Eddie shuffled up on his knees, pushing himself up between your spread legs. Stroking his cock with quick, hard pulls that you can hear because you’d soaked him with your cum.

You’re dizzy now from the heights you’d reached during orgasm, but you arch your back up from the bed luxuriously, opening your eyes to find Steve above you, his balls swinging over your face as he fucks himself with his fist in time to Eddie’s own strokes.

Eddie’s not sure where to look. Your still heaving breasts? Steve’s weeping cock in his unforgiving grip? He settles on both, eyes flying from one to the other as he reaches his climax. Steve does the same, enamored by the way Eddie touches himself with abandon and awed by the way your body melts and stretches in the aftershocks and afterglow of being fucked so well by the two of them.

Steve cums first. He groans gutturally and his hand speeds up on his cock as ropes of cum spurt out onto your chest. You gasp at the feeling and arch into it, both as a genuine reaction and then also a little for show to egg him on. The sight of Steve releasing, combined with an image he loves (cum on your tits) has Eddie cumming not long after.

“Holy fucking…Jesus fucking Christ,” Eddie groans as he spills hot, sticky cum all over your tummy. A little gets on your mound and you lift a lazy hand up to smear it a little, smiling up at him as he drops forward to look at your face.

“Feels good, Eds?” You coo. Having cum first, you’re the first recovered. You reach up with grabby hands and after catching his breath, Eddie chuckles and pulls you up into a sitting position.

You wind your arms around him, pressing you spend-sticky tits to his chest. Eddie drops a kiss to the top of your head, and you feel another one on your shoulder when Steve moves up to cocoon you in a hug from behind.

The three of you stay like that for a while, sticky, sweaty, and satisfied. Wrapped up in each other’s arms, lips pressed to any skin that can be reached.

Then Eddie lifts his head and smiles ruefully at Steve.

“Thanks for coming and helping. As you can see, she’s a handful.” As he says handful, Eddie squeezes a good handful of your breast, making you squeak and swat at him.

“Hey!” you protest without any bite, grin big on your face. You melt however when Steve palms the other one, more gently, lightly playing with your nipple. You practically slide back down into his chest, muscles jelly, lust sated but still burning like a content ember in your belly. In spite of Eddie’s teasing words you look at him with love and grasp his hand tightly.

Steve smiles down at you and then up at Eddie.

“Anytime.”

~*~

#issa’s writing travel day #steddie x fem!reader #steddie smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut

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aaternum-a · 2 years

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❦ man i have no idea, prolly not farus bc he's stinky, but we can sift through and see who may or may not be compatible some time~

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Bandy! Farus being stinky tho lmfao dkjsngjkdsng Okay, but I'd love to do that. Always. I'm not sure who either but we can just bounce ideas off each other and see what sticks over discord. <3

#— ooc. ( ❛ issa moon)#I should have also replied to this sooner but !!!!!

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yzzart · 1 year

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— Just a surprise.

characters: Aemond Targaryen x (F)Targaryen!reader.

summary: your uncle decides to take you to a place you never dared to go.

warnings: incest, SMUT (18+!!!!), sexual content, sexual description, explicit language & inspired by episode 4.

word count: 5.988!

english's not my first language, so sorry for any mistakes!

"The day was quite unbearable, you deserve to rest now."

Your father said subtly to you, as he escorted you to your room. You said it wasn't necessary, as you had the castle guards for that, but Daemon didn't miss the opportunity to take his daughter to her quarters.

In fact, he wanted to see if a certain one-eyed man was waiting for you in your room. — A father's instinct screamed at Daemon.

Daemon realized how close you and Aemond had been since your family's arrival back at King's Landing. And he acknowledged that you two grew up together, before you left for Dragonstone, but that didn't mean he trusted his nephew. — He wanted that man away from you.

Little did Daemon know that his daughter and nephew were in a relationship under the covers.

"Since our arrival, the days have been unbearable here." — You let out your frustration and soon the eldest responds with a laugh. Daemon shook his head as he realized how much you looked like him. A genuine smile tugged at your lips when you heard the laughter.

"Don't tell your mother or grandfather that."

Your footsteps echoed down the cold, empty hallway, lit by candles. A question of where the guards were went through your head, but you know that upon your entrance to your quarters, your father would summon them to your door.

The walk ended when you reached the pure wooden doors. Daemon sensed that his nephew might be in your room, eagerly awaiting your presence. — He felt it because the rebel prince did the same thing to your mother.

"I can't wait to find my bed." — Without disguising the happiness at finally having some time to rest, you run your hands to the doors to open them. Your father wastes no time and tries to observe if there was something wrong or someone inside your room.

He can't take a broad view and decides to step forward to see better, you notice the strange action.

"Dad?" — You frowned, questioning the older man's action, and then crossing your arms waiting for some answer or explanation. Daemon just looked away from your room and stared at you, his lips moving restlessly.

"Just seeing that the servants cleaned your room well." — He lied. You know very well when your father's lying to you but at that moment you only wanted to know one thing: rest. — So you chose to ignore the assumption that he could be lying to you.

"Sȳz bantis, issa jorrāelagon." (Good night, my dear.) — Daemon interrupted any plans of your to ask more and then began to say goodbye. He left a small kiss on your forehead, showing affection, you closed your eyes enjoying the feeling of protection.

"Sȳz bantis." (Good night.) — You replied back. Your father looked at your quarters again, but it was only for a short time. A genuine smile was given to you and footsteps were exclaimed again, and soon the sound disappeared.

You entered your room, quickly, and closed the doors immediately. — A sigh of relief was released by you, finally some alone time. Since the trip you didn't get that chance.

You needed to be alone for a while. Being the oldest of all her half-siblings had its advantages and disadvantages, and one of those disadvantages was putting up with all the talk about being the future heir to the throne. — You hated having to put up with it all.

Silence was everything to you.

You shrugged your shoulders around the huge room. Your thoughts were the only ones with you, keeping you simple and small company. Only your breathing and your footsteps were heard by that place.

An unpleasantly high-pitched sound was exclaimed by his ears, interrupting his thoughts. That got your attention, not in a good way and you tried to find where that noise was coming from. — Your head turned towards the large windows, plated in silver and accompanied by glass, and you could see small stones being thrown against them.

You didn't hide the feeling of curiosity invading your body, even though it was dangerous to go after it and find out who was doing it. To the gods' misfortune, you headed for the windows, ready to discover the originator of the noise.

Approaching your steps to the windows, you are surprised by the scene you were witnessing.

Aemond, wearing his leather cape and pure black, with a handful of rocks in his hand aimed at your window. He was trying to get her attention and apparently he got it. — Seeing that you have appeared, he throws the remaining stones onto the ground as they were completely useless at the time.

Your prince wanted to see you.

Aemond wasn't that far from you or your windows, but he was far enough away to call you discreetly without anyone seeing.

You faced the prince with an infectious smile, delighted with the unexpected presence of the eldest. A nostalgic feeling invaded your mind — Aemond did that to you, when you were kids, whenever you hadn't had time with each other, the boy would always take a chance and enjoy the night with you.

Aemond was determined to go into his room, and began taking quick steps toward his window doors. You understand the prince's plan and open one of the doors, waiting for his arrival.

"It was time." — The older man said mockingly as he entered your room, standing in front of you. You didn't have a full view of Aemond's face because of the hood that covered his entire head. You rolled your eyes at the speech.

"Forgive me if i prefer to enjoy the few seconds of rest rather than notice you, my dear uncle." — You returned the same mocking tone to the prince, challenging him with your gaze. The small part you can see of Aemond's face was being illuminated by moonlight, the curve of his lips caught your eye.

Deciding to ignore your teasing, Aemond only extols his typical low "Mm".

Aemond's one eye dropped to your lips, which felt so irresistible in that very moment, he missed the sweet sensation of them. He wanted to feel the feel of your soft lips against his rough lips. — Aemond was controlling himself not to commit an act at that very moment.

Innocently or not, you ran your tongue between your lips, letting them shine against the only natural light that inhabited that place. Your gaze remained fixed on the older man.

A surprised reaction was seen on Aemond's covered face, his bold action was the last straw for that feared prince but he promised himself he would control himself. — He had one thing in mind.

Your uncle wouldn't admit to being teased by you.

Aemond's eye darted around your dimly lit room, as if he were looking for something of interest to him. It was difficult to find the fabric he was looking for because of the darkness.

Aemond added small steps to approach you, almost bumping his body with yours, and leans towards your ear.

"Get your cloak, I'll take you to a place." — The deep voice echoed in your ear, sending a shiver through your entire body. It was so ridiculous to realize that your body was sensitive to Aemond, and he liked to know that.

An expression of confusion and curiosity was seen on your face, but Aemond decided to ignore it and nodded toward the fabric tossing on the floor beside your bed. — An immense desire to ask about the eldest's future plans crossed your mind but you decided to keep silent.

Obeying the prince and not wanting to waste any time, you guided your steps towards the black fabric lying on the cold floor. You hadn't even realized it was there and the possibility that the servants had forgotten it there crossed your mind. — Either way, you wouldn't complain or threaten them, you didn't care about anything at that moment.

The completely black fabric hugged your body, hiding the long dress of pure silk. The cover was thick but not too suffocating for you. — There were some dents but nothing stopped you from moving your hands to fix it.

Aemond admired your actions against the fabric and a dismay crept into his face as he saw your body was fully covered. He loved admiring your curves in that dress.

You walked back to your uncle, warning him that you had already obeyed his request and waiting for the eldest to tell you where the two of you were going or leave a miserable clue. — To your misfortune, he remained silent and directed you out of your quarters, closing the door so that nothing could intrude or enter the place.

And Aemond didn't miss a chance to hold your hand.

Aemond's grip on her hand was passionate. He held you attentively, as if you were going to part with him and you would never do that, there was no reason or reason for the inconvenience. — The feel of the rough, cold and large hand against your soft and small hand made your cheeks change to a reddish hue.

Lucky for you, Aemond was too focused on getting away from that part of the castle to see your indecent, embarrassed reaction.

Near your quarters were stairs, recognized as a discreet and easy passage to the streets of King's Landing. A way to get to the streets more directly and without interruptions. — You never dared to use them, perhaps out of fear and lack of courage.

The thought of finding your father in the middle of those stairs scared your mind.

Increasing the steps to try to keep up with your uncle, you get a splendid view of the illuminated city. Your eyes have had very little chance of appreciating the changes in the city since you came back and were interested in seeing it up close.

You were still curious and desperately wanted to know where your uncle was leading the two of you. — It wasn't like you didn't trust Aemond, on the contrary, you never trusted a person as much as you trusted the one-eyed.

"Where are we going?" — Your low, delicate voice with an excited smile was exclaimed in Aemond's ears. — Aemond's movements stopped and you nervously waited for a possible answer. The older one turned his face to analyze your features, he had a mischievous smile.

"Tas ir pārsteigums, mana brāļameita." (It's a surprise, my niece.) — He dared to just say that. Leaving you no time to react or say anything, Aemond once more tugged on your hand and descended the white-pigmented stairs with a quick rush.

With your other hand, you held the hood so it wouldn't show your face. It wasn't very windy that lonely night but a breeze blew against your face as you ran with your uncle.

It was a feeling of adrenaline and adventure. You felt so free and loose, and you didn't even care so much if you needed to rest for the next day. — That you would likely face arguments about your future throne.

The only thing you cared about was being by your uncle's side, venturing out and trusting him.

Gradually, noises of screams and music were appearing in his ears. The sound of drums, people singing accompanied by applause were touring the region. — It felt like a celebration. A gigantic and insane celebration.

Upon arriving at the beginning of the planned destination, Aemond slowed his steps and you did the same. In no time the older man removed his hand from yours, he continued to hold it carefully and firmly.

The excited smile was still on your mouth, you walked through the crowded and noisy streets in awe. — You had never seen that. — There were few people at the entrance, the way was freer, letting you walk alongside your uncle.

The street on which you were walking was well lit. There was no darkness, they wanted everything to be lit and a comparison with the castle flashed through your mind. While the gigantic castle was lit with candles, the city streets were lit by candles, flames and the natural light of the moon.

A man, somewhat peculiar, won her eyes while playing with fire in her hands. He ran his hands through the fire as if it were water, a normal thing. He was smiling oddly, but keeping his focus on the flames that danced in his hands. — You were mesmerized, it felt like you had fallen into witchcraft.

For a while, he decided to put the flames inside his mouth, as if he had swallowed them. That scene bothered you but you still admired it, wondering what would happen to the man. — A wave of fire almost hit your face, it wasn't aimed directly at you but it almost did.

Not thinking twice, you immediately dodged mortal danger. The orange flames shot past you, and the man didn't even care, just letting out a devilish laugh. — Your action completely caught the attention of Aemond, who didn't like the scene.

Rolling his eyes, he tugged on your hand once more, and soon began to intensify his steps again. Aemond didn't want you to fall for those bastards' deadly tricks. — Still dazed, you followed the eldest with clumsy steps.

Aemond straightened his hood at the sight of a group of guards walking down the street, trying not to be recognized. He placed his hand, which wasn't holding yours, on top of your hood with the same intention. — A sigh left your mouth as the guards ignored you.

The streets were more crowded, almost making it impossible for you to get around. The situation was extremely excruciating. In addition to the number of people increasing, the songs also increased. — On the bright side they were catchy and full of themselves.

There were people drinking everywhere and people dead with their drinks spilled on the floor. — And people who were looting the dead. It was like animals, when one dies, the other would tear off everything and even the carcass.

The mixture of liquor and blood fragrances swirled around that region, it was so harrowing but nothing left you so surprised.

People in costumes passed you and your uncle. They were weird, funny and some scary costumes. — You swore you saw a man wearing clothes identical to your mother's, but you didn't show any kind of interest against that.

Did you know that costume was pure insolence and ignorance against the future queen. Those damn animals didn't deserve your attention.

"You will only take this off with my permission, remember that." — An authoritative and familiar voice was received by his ears. Aemond had brought his body close to his to utter those words.

He was referring to your cloak, it was obvious. Of course you wouldn't take that piece of cloth off for nothing. Your life was in jeopardy if anyone from that place knew that Rhaenyra's daughter was roaming the nasty places of King's Landing. — It would be a big scandal and nobody would like it.

You can already imagine the great discussion you would attend and participate in.

Not having an answer and not daring to disobey the eldest, you shake your head in confirmation. Your hand gripped Aemond's tightly as you walked past the people, grief washing over you for the first time that isolated night.

Aemond smiled at the feel of your hand squeezing his. He felt how helpless you were in the midst of that crowd and he knew he didn't need that feeling to run through you because he was with you and he wouldn't leave you for anything. — Aemond protected the things that belonged to him and you were one of them.

Aemond guided you to a house, it looked like some kind of cave. It was rather quirky and flashy, with silks and fabrics all over the entrance and probably inside as well. There was not much lighting but there were people around the place.

The scene that passed through your eyes left you speechless.

People were devouring each other, in the sexual sense, without shame for the eyes of others to see those actions. They didn't care. — A woman was pressed into the brick wall by a man, completely dressed differently from the woman, only his pants were down to his feet. She screamed in pure pleasure and adoration.

There were people watching it, it was disgusting the way some men were looking and others ignoring their existence.

Your eyes watched the event with intensity and surprise, you had never seen anything like it. But that doesn't mean you never did that act.

The woman, while holding the man's shoulders, felt your curious eyes and decided to look for who was interested in the action. Her eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. — You felt embarrassed.

"These animals will do anything to gain attention." — Aemond's anger was conveyed through his words, he had witnessed the same scene as you and was sickened. The house was free for that couple to relieve themselves but they wanted everyone to see the attraction. — "Come with me." — He started walking towards the inside of the house.

Your thinking was right, there was silk and fine fabrics everywhere inside the cave. On ceilings, walls and especially on the floor. — At least they cared about comfort.

A stream of moans echoed through that place, in addition to the panting breaths and the sounds of skins clashing. Nervousness began to control your body along with a wave of excitement. — Your uncle had taken you to the pleasure house.

Ironically, you've never been to a pleasure house before. The daughter of one of the most frequenters of pleasure houses, known as the rebel prince, had never set foot in the place.

The sexual dance was one of the main attractions, captivating the attention of all the souls present. It wasn't entirely sexual but actually contemporary. Indeed an interesting thing to witness. — The melancholy melody played around the table where the attraction was being held.

A glass appeared in front of you startling you and taking your attention away from the presentation, your eyes went to the hand you were offering and then you identify who it belonged to. — It was Aemond.

He moved the glass toward you, signaling you to drink. You recognized the drink by the strong smell and sweet grape, it was wine. Only the gods knew how much you adored that divine drink.

Picking up the cup, you quickly take a long, satisfying sip. The sweet and warm taste invaded your palate in a subtle way, it wasn't your favorite but you managed to taste it in a matter of seconds. — Your mouth was slightly purple from the strong pigment of the drink, you could feel it.

Taking the glass from your hand, realizing that it was already empty, Aemond sets the small and fragile glass on one of the exposed and scattered tables of the house. The Targaryen shakes your hand again, indicating that you two are going to leave that part of the house. — You follow him right away

Walking through the crowd again, but this time without receiving any kind of push or threat, the two of you descend a few steps. — If it weren't for Aemond, you wouldn't even notice. — The music was already fading, the more you moved away from the small area.

Soon, you and Aemond were in a darker, empty part of the house.

There was only one woman at the entrance, it looked like she was waiting for someone or something. She takes an interest in your presence, and mentally wonders who the two of you were.

You just ignored the woman's existence and went on your way with your lover, who was still firmly holding your hand. Aemond didn't let go of you for a moment that night.

The new hallway you were walking through was set in only fine fabrics and completely sheer, some in darker color tones demonstrating decent privacy. Messy beds made of cloth and little cotton were scattered throughout the small, filthy rooms. — There was nothing else besides that, nothing at all.

The few candles they inhabited were already about to be extinguished, but no one cared about them. They just wanted to glue their bodies together and delight in sheer pleasure. — The moans intensified with every second, screams of adoration and whispers controlled that place.

"This way, come." — Aemond's low, chilling voice washed over you. The older Targaryen's footsteps led to a small room, farther away from the others and requiring more privacy, it was the cleanest and most organized of the place.

The thin fabric was still present in that room but it wasn't dirty or trampled on, it felt like that room was the only clean and safe one.

It was as if your uncle had ordered that place clean for your arrival. — And he did. Aemond paid for the organization, cleaning and use of new fabrics to the owner of that house. All that to have you after years apart.

Your sweat ran down your forehead. You were so nervous.

Being interrupted, you feel a familiar pair of hands hastily removing your cloak. Your breath was already starting to get out of balance when the black piece fell at your feet and Aemond's deep breath was hitting your shoulder. — Your body was paralyzed, no muscle dared to move and you couldn't do it in such a way.

With your cloak on your feet, your long gray dress showed. Your curves were well marked along with the decode of your breasts, that captivated Aemond's attention. — He couldn't wait to remove that piece of clothing.

"So that was the surprise?" — Your voice was so low you wondered if the eldest had heard.

"I should have been more romantic, shouldn't i?" — Aemond's breath passed over the skin of your neck. — "We didn't have time alone in that hellish castle, so i found a way."

Aemond planted small kisses on your bare shoulder. Your eyes closed with the sensation of the prince's thin lips walking over that region of your body. You needed Aemond's touch, you wanted more.

As if Aemond is reading your mind, he forces his hand around your waist and turns you around, so the two of you are face to face. — Aemond was already out of his cloak and you could finally see the feared man's full face.

Neither of you dared to speak a word, letting silence dominate the room. The silence was comfortable, you were admiring each other in the dim light of the candle, which was present there.

Unable to bear the thought of going another second without putting his hands on you, Aemond leans in to kiss you for the first time that night. You can't see the thin, stupid smile because of the bad lighting but you can feel it against his mouth.

Your entire body was tingling, the feeling of your body pressed against Aemond's was intense. You missed being in his arms so much.

Aemond's hands left your waist and moved over your body, he wanted to explore what belonged to him. Your body shivered once more when he felt the older man's rough fingers fiddling with the lace holding up your dress. — The action left you breathless and interrupting the warm, intimate kiss.

"Spending these years without you was a hellish torture for me." — Aemond uttered as he ran his mouth over your cheek. The older man's heavy breath hit your face.

Almost nine years without touching, admiring, kissing and talking to you was one of the worst things that ever happened to Aemond. He hated his leaving decision, he never admitted that stupid and ridiculous order. — He did everything, at that time, to keep you from leaving, but unfortunately, his plans didn't work out.

You were so mesmerized by the older man's lips that you didn't say anything about his comment. His hands went to Aemond's face, caressing close to his thin lips. — You looked at the prince with adoration, capturing all the lines and the scar that had on his face. — Aemond had such an angelic and heavenly face, you could look up to him for hours and hours.

Missing his lips against yours, you lean in and kiss him but with more intensity and desire. The kiss was fiercer and more desperate, your lips dancing against Aemond's.

Aemond's hands remembered the existence of the bow on your dress, and he brutally tugged at it. Maybe that lace could have been torn but Aemond didn't care about that. — If he could, he would have ripped your dress. — You helped him, pushing the dress to the floor quickly, wanting to get rid of that damn piece of clothing soon.

Now your bare skin was exposed to your lover.

"In the name of the gods, you are fucking beautiful." — He grumbled after parting your lips. Aemond's hands were cupping your breasts, tingling with the touch, making you moan in the young man's ear. That sound was like music to Aemond.

Aemond caressed your breasts carefully but with an immense desire to devour them, they were so sensitive to his touch, but the need to have you at that moment was inexplicable. Aemond was hungry, he wanted your body, he wanted you.

Mercilessly, Aemond's fingers tightened on the nipple of your right breast, you arched your back and let out a loud groan.

"Fuck, Aemond." — His name fell from your lips like pure silk. Your hand reached out to grab the older man's long white hair.

"I wanted so badly to fuck you the way i planned but i feel like i couldn't take it anymore." — The man's words left your body more sensitive than it already was. Aemond's tone was hungry and angry, it didn't scare you but it turned you on.

His teeth nipped at your lower lip, hearing those words. Aemond's breath hitched and he ran a hand down the middle of your thigh, moving toward your panties. He muttered a curse when he felt how wet that little piece of clothing was. — And it was for him, everything for him.

Aemond pulled you to the brick wall, covered in cheap silk, pressing you against it. The cold sensation of the same covered walls passed over your back, making you grunt. Aemond's lips again attacked yours fiercely. He was so hungry for you, the limit Aemond had placed on himself was already being forgotten.

Realizing that Aemond remained fully clothed, you ran your hands over his torso, signaling that you wanted to remove that garment that prevented you from touching your lover's skin. — Aemond understood what you wanted to do and in the blink of an eye his shirt was already on the floor, along with your dress.

Your fingers were so desperate to want to touch the older man's cold skin. You admired Aemond with a gleam of passion in your eyes and thanked the gods for sending such an angelic prince like him.

While you were distracted by your touches on Aemond, he didn't wait long and slid your panties down your legs and finally onto the floor. Now you were totally naked for your lover. — Aemond, when he saw you like that, took a deep breath and gritted his teeth in pure excitement.

The desire inside and outside of you was growing more and more, Aemond could see it in your eyes.

Aemond didn't want to wait any longer, he had been waiting for this moment for years. The dreaded prince, who hid everything about him and even his feelings, was desperate for you.

Aemond's nervous hands went to his well-tailored black leather pants, quickly removing the belt. — He didn't want to go even a second without touching you. — After removing the thin belt, the pants of the same color were victims of the agility of the one-eyed young man and soon, to the cold floor.

Your lover was fully naked in front of you.

Gods he was so heavenly. The small scars that ran through his strong and somewhat muscular body were seen as small works of art in your eyes. — A representation of how strong your lover was during the countless trainings and defenses he made.

All the lines of Aemond's body were seen by you and none were forgotten by his eyes. — The same way Aemond's single eye was doing to your lovely body.

As your arms continued around Aemond's neck, it was easy and nimble to bring your face up to his and then press your sweet lips against his again. — This time the kiss was gentle and passionate. It was a kiss to relate how much the two of you have missed each other all these years, such an intimidating and emotional act.

Aemond's hands traveled to one of her legs, stroking a brief caress and lifting it up and directing it to the side of his waist. He was signaling you and pressing your legs around him. — You immediately did what he was asking you to do.

Now Aemond was carrying you and his body pressed to yours, making his pelvis bump into your folds. That feeling when you bring your head back, slamming against the covered wall. — Your body screamed sensitivity and adoration.

Lust dominated Aemond's eye as he saw your neck exposed in front of him. Aemond's lips devoured your neck, not caring about the marks that would remain afterward. — Actually, that's what Aemond wanted most. — The elder's hot and wet lips fixed that sensitive part of your body, he bit and sucked that region.

Moans came out of your mouth all the time, you didn't even care if there were people listening to those erotic and illicit sounds. — For Aemond those sounds were as if they were the music of paradise.

Another moan, but this time loudly, left your lips as you felt Aemond's fingers rub a kind of circle on your clit. Those damn fingers.

"Aemond, please." — You begged in a totally broken voice.

"Ko, mans dārgais mīļotais?" (What, my dear lover?) — Aemond muttered as his lips pressed even closer to your neck, he didn't want to let go of them for nothing. Your neck was already starting to burn and heat up and Aemond obviously felt it.

The hand that had been concentrating on your pussy began to press down on his cock, sliding slowly between your exarched folds. Aemond's eyes closed tightly when he felt that exarchation and his ego, which was already big, increased when he realized that he was the one who left you like this, that was all for him and for him.

Aemond drove his cock into your entrance and thrust, you couldn't contain a loud scream that possibly tore your throat. You've waited so long for that, for that feeling of him touching you, kissing you and filling you.

Aemond stood for a short while feeling the tight feel of your pussy, and knowing full well how much he was stretching you; he felt it. — You felt every inch of his cock as he filled you so majestically.

Pain hadn't entered your body at any time, only pleasure and lust dominated.

"Move, please." — You whispered between your lips to your prince.

The position you two were in wasn't so comfortable but it was pleasant, and that was an important point. Aemond tightened his grip on your legs and pulled away, leaning his hard hips forward. You rolled your eyes in pure adoration at the movement.

Aemond dared to look down, and seeing your pussy taking every inch of him was the perfect view of paradise and made his head go wild. It looked like the two of you were made to fit together, Aemond thought.

Aemond backed away once more and leaned forward once more, working in rhythm. Aemond's hips bumped against your, it felt so good. The sound was completely obscene, pleasurable and wet, bringing several loud moans from both of you.

At that moment, you were united as one. As they always were and as they always should. You should never have left Aemond's arms and Aemond should never have left your side. — Two people, two dragons but one soul.

Their eyes met, again, Aemond's only and he couldn't look away or focus on anything else. Everything and everyone around Aemond's life had disappeared but you. Every hard bump of his hips against yours sensitive ones brought expressions of pleasure and passion on your face, like works of art in his mind.

"Promise you'll never leave me, just promise." — Aemond pleaded with his features mixed with lust and melancholy, there was a touch of emotion in those words. An emotion of sadness and fear.

Aemond was afraid you would leave him once more.

He pressed his forehead against your but didn't dare slow down. You would certainly have a hard time answering him but you needed it, Aemond needed it.

"Aemond." — You moaned awkwardly, delighted against the rhythm of his hips. Your body was shaking and he was panting, tears threatening to fall down your face from the satisfaction and pleasure your lover was giving you. — "I promise."

You fought the actions of your body, which was desperate and limp, and looked deep into the Targaryen's eye. Aemond's features were the purest you'd ever seen on a person, he was needing you so badly.

"I will never leave you again." — A long, deep breath left your lips. — "In the name of gods and dragons, i will never leave your side."

That was all Aemond needed, he needed to hear it from you. He had hoped to hear those words for so many years, for so many days, and for so many nights. — Aemond had you and always will.

After that, Aemond's hips moved faster. He added a delicious amount of pressure and force, earning your screams. Your legs gain a strong and intense grip, would probably gain purple and red marks. You screamed with delight, desperate and breathless, almost without a voice.

"Es mīlu tevi." (I love you) — Aemond gasped, running his mouth over your cheek. Those three words were enough to officially decree that the two of you belonged together.

With the speed of Aemond's thrusts, your moans increased in volume and the approach of your climax was so close, you could feel it and Aemond felt your walls tightening around him even more. — He wanted to stay buried in your pussy forever.

In the end, you screamed Aemond's name so loud when you felt your climax finally come and felt when Aemond hit you a few times, he had reached his too. The older's urges were to fill you with his sperm, mixing with your.

Your bodies were still glued together, sticky with sheer sweat and the two of you were trying to catch your lost breath. Aemond presses long, lazy kisses to the skin of your neck, completely sweaty and red. He kept holding you, as he had in mind that your legs were unable to walk.

You were impressed and completely intoxicated by Aemond. You were always intoxicated by him but that night you had definite certainty.

"Es arī tevi mīlu." (I love you too.) — Your voice was still broken but you declared it to the prince. Aemond stopped lovingly caressing your neck and turned his face to face yours. He noticed how bright your eyes were, your face even after all the mess was still angelic.

A graceful smile played on Aemond's thin lips. It was such a genuine and passionate smile. He felt the honesty and love in your words, Aemond felt everything you felt for him. — You were everything to Aemond, and he would always show you that.

You and Aemond were two people, two dragons but only one soul.

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