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avengersbtch · 10 months ago

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You're Lucky Your Beautiful - Armando Aretas

Armando Aretas x Reader

Warnings: This fic does not follow to the film’s timeline. I have altered the scenes!!

A/N Pre relationship flirting?? Or maybe pre- pre-relationship flirting lol idk but it’s cute, I think. I’m a sucker for pre relationship fics and the build up!!!

Summary: Y/N pinged the location of Mike & Marcus’, leading to Armando meeting y/n for the first time and a roller coaster of emotions in one night.

Word Count: 3.4k

The hunt for Mike, Marcus and Armando was plastered on every news outlet known, you felt useless watching every news reporter talk down on Mike and Marcus as you were trying to look for them. Marcus felt more like father figures to you than your actual parents did so watching everyone jump at the opportunity to talk down on their reputation they built was crushing, you also knew for an absolute fact that everything they were saying was false and you would bet your life on that too. You had no feelings toward Armando, you neither liked nor hated him. Mike obviously felt deeply for his long-lost son, but you had never met him, so seeing him on the news didn’t really inflict any feelings. All you knew was that he was the key to the case and after Mike insisted he ID the suspect, Armando agreed reluctantly.

You were snuggled on your cream cotton couch sitting on your laptop trying to track down or contact the boys without the Feds knowing. They had pulled you off their case, knowing how close you were and took most of your personal belongings or tapped the rest assuming Marcus might contact you. This laptop was your backup, backup laptop, so thankfully they didn’t find this one.

Just as you were going to call it a night, your laptop pinned an advancement on their case, a location. Of-course Mike had gone to Tabitha’s, probably not wanting to get you involved in whatever mess he’s in. You immediately jumped and ran to get dressed to be some sort of assistance, now you weren’t physically or skill-fully equipped for combat, you could admit that, however expertise excelled behind a computer, and everyone knew that. Either way you know they could at least use a safe place to stay and whatever else you could offer.

You slipped in black jeans and a long sleeve black fitted top with a hoodie, with the aim of staying as inconspicuous as possible. You quickly slipped into your sneakers as you jump into your car, following the reports of their location. You’d probably get fired for doing what you were about to do, especially given there is a high chance an actual criminal is tagging along to their adventures. That obviously being Armando, but you decided would deal with that later.

Speeding down the highway, you could hear the sirens closing in and the gunshots becoming more consistent. As you neared the scene, you could see multiple cop cars, large four-wheeled drives, and vans at all different angles. This would be a nightmare for you to find them. You drove into an alleyway, noticing the traffic moving in the same direction and slowly parked behind a large dump bin. Exiting the car, you left the ignition running to assist in easier escape. As you walked out the alleyway, you peeked out of the corner of the wall seeing a large black van on fire.

“Guess it wasn’t that hard to find them” you chuckled rolling your eyes at the current state of the vehicle they were using. You watched them jump out the moving van just as the van light and exploded right before your eyes. You count three. Meaning they were in fact accompanied by Armando. Great. You eyed the three of them, as they ran in your direction, you eyed the scene making sure there were no witnesses and no threats. When you deemed it safe, you stepped out of the alleyway in full vision. They all paused, Mike squinted as if recognising your figure and slowly stepped closer.

“Y/n?!” He questioned in surprise, obviously not expecting to see a familiar face.

“Y/n? Mike what are you on about?” Marcus followed until he spotted you “Y/n!” He confirmed once he ID’d you. More for himself really.

“let’s have a family reunion later, hurry up my car’s around there” you pointed in a hurry as you ran off expecting them to follow you. You couldn’t waste any time, you need to get the out of here before they were spotted again. You slip into the driver’s seat waiting for them to get in, taking longer than usual you turn to see Armando still outside of the car.

“Dude, get in the car. We need to go” you hissed. Did he not understand the severity of the situation?

“How can we trust her?” Armando asked looking over my shoulder at Mike.

“Who else do you have right now? get in or I’m leaving. I really don’t care whether you live or die” I whisper yelled, pre-emptively interrupting their conversation.

“Armando, get in. We can trust her” Mike sighed. Armando’s eyes flicked over to you and back to Mike then back over to you until he decided to trust you and slipped in the back seat near Marcus. You rolled your eyes, setting your car into drive and shaking your head, as if you were begging for him to trust you.

The drive back was silent, almost awkward giving you were aiding the escape of a fugitive. Deciding to break the long silence, you joked “So I see you guys decided to quit you day job and harbour a wanted fugitive”.

“Ha ha y/n, just get us to yours please. We need to get to Dorn’s tomorrow morning. Armando is our only lead to ID the suspect, they’re going lengths to try and kill him” Marcus explained, and his eyes remained on the road watching for any unwanted noise. Your eyes flicked to Armando through the rear-view mirror. His eyes also trained on the road and his surroundings. You had to admit, he was extremely good looking, even with his bud light shirt and his burnt jeans, the only thing you could focus on was his shining eyes. God damn. You trained your eyes back to the road in front of you and kept driving almost smacking yourself for checking him out.

“How did you find us?” Armando asked in curiosity, though his face did not emote. If it wasn’t for the question, it was almost like he didn’t give a fuck.

“Oh uh, I, I uhm I’ve been tracing the feeds on your location. Just about everyone is looking for you. Though they’ve been pretty late to finding you guys after the uh crash” you stuttered honestly shocked at his interest. Not sure whether he’s asking you because he wants to know or testing you.

“Armando, y/n’s the brains behind the operation. We’ve known her since she was a kid. She’s not with them, relax we can trust her” Mike supported you, confirming your concerns. He was just testing you.

Arriving at home, you parked in your driveway, telling them to follow you as you walked up a short flight of stairs to your door. You felt a sense of nerves inviting Armando into your home and you weren’t sure whether that was because he was a criminal or extremely attractive, which was truly concerning. Walking into your home, everything remained as you left it with your laptop on the couch where you were seated, the chips and red bull beside you on the mahogany coffee table. The house wasn’t messy but looked lived in with there being left over steak and chips on the table that you hadn’t yet cleaned up from dinner, some cups in the sink that required cleaning from the night prior that were on display with the dim kitchen light still on, illuminating the small kitchen and the remaining condiments that you had not packed up yet. Your home was small along with your kitchen, so any small mess would look like a lot.

“Sorry guys, the house is a bit of a mess. I had just finished dinner before your location pinged” you lied slightly trying to excuse the mess. “there’s leftover food if you guys are hungry and give me a sec, I’ll get you guys something to change into” you offered as you walked to fetch them clothes to change into, unsure of what or why they were wearing those clothes.

“What man does she have that lives here?” Armando’s thick accent echoing from the room. It sounded more pronounced than usual, Furrowing your brows, you continued to listen as you selected clothes for the three of them.

“Why do you care?” Mike asks accusingly which makes you chuckle slightly.

“I’m just saying, is he gonna walk in here, and see us all here and rat us out? we need to be smarter than that, or do we trust everyone that you say we can, because that didn’t work out with Tabitha” he answered defensively, and Mike threw a knowing hum as I finished collecting their clothes.

I walk out of the spare room with the clothes and smile sweetly in hopes that maybe he’ll finally trust me and explain “My brother comes and stays at mine when he’s in town. No one is going to come in, like I said, you can trust me”

He stares at me again as if he doesn’t give a fuck, his eyes give away nothing and I wait expectantly for some sort of comeback.

“Don’t worry about him y/n, he knows no one’s walking in. He just asking questions he shouldn’t” Mike waved him off as Marcus in the kitchen where he was already hammering my snacks.

Armando still staring and this becoming increasingly awkward, you handed him some clothes, not noticing which ones you offered him, he took them without fight and walked to the shower without a single thank you, causing you to mutter “a thank you would be nice, it’s not like I’m begging for you to stay”

“Enojado te queda bien” he mumbled as he slammed the door. You furrowed your brows, unsure of what he just told you, he could have insulted you for all you know. You had known this man for all of five minutes and he was already getting on your nerves. Slipping off your hoddie, you noticed Mike and Marcus plating some of the leftovers which you were happy about, you followed in to help them and although the man in the bathroom was pissing you off, you did feel bad for him given he was just in prison and was now on the run because someone was trying to kill him so Ultimately, you decided to plate him some too before they demolished it all.

“Your son is showering I think, so you guys can go next. The clothes are on the couch” you announced as you plated the food. Marcus paused plating and eyed out the plate in your hand.

“I thought you ate” he asked knowingly, well it was more of a statement that caused you to roll your eyes.

“Don’t give me that look Marcus, I’m putting him a plate before you demolish the food” you explained in defence.

“Mhmm” he hummed offering me a side eye while he returned to plating his food.

“Marcus don’t mhm me! As much of a dick he is, I’m not heartless” you argued again defensively, there was most definitely nothing of what Marcus was insinuating. He was a criminal for god’s sake! Yes, a gorgeous one but nevertheless a criminal.

You moved to dish as the boys went to eat dinner on the couch, given the size of your house, there was really no room to fit a dining table in the kitchen or living room, so you opted to have a multi-use coffee table instead. As you were washing the dishes you heard the bathroom door open, forcing yourself not to turn your head only so you didn’t offer Marcus anymore ammo to suggest anything further, continuing to clean you dishes. You felt the warmth of his presence near you as you assumed he was reaching for the food you’d plated him, the closer he got, the harder it was to keep your eyes trained on the dishes, let alone your focus. You moved your eyes slightly to see him eyeing the food out with caution, any tension remaining sprinting out of your body as you rolled your eyes at his distrust.

“it’s not poisoned Armando” you stated obviously unable to hide the second eye roll. His eyes lifting with his head still facing down and lips tilted in a slight smirked. Soon after his head followed the position of his eyes, looking straight at you with a smirk. His eyes slowly skimming your now slightly more exposed body up & down until he finally reached your eyes again. Your brows furrowed yet again, analysing the situation that just occurred.

“Are you? Are you trying to piss me off on purpose?” you questioned with your voice an octave higher.

He chuckled at your question and flicked his head in demand “Can I have a fork Mami?” he asked with the same smirk on his face.

You were embarrassed to admit the baby name caught you off guard, he had your head turning to the forks trying to identify the purpose of the utensil he requested, then turning back to him trying to figure out what game he was playing.

You turned you back to the forks and him at least twice until you demanded an answer “Why are you trying to piss me off, what’s your game?” you asked furiously as you grabbed him a fork.

“Like I said, Angry looks good on you mami” he stated as a matter of fact. Your eyes widen in shock and if you were flustered before, you were a walking mess after that comment. You stood in the kitchen staring at his back absolutely flabbergasted at the sudden change, you needed a second to breath, to process the two comments he made. One minute he was as cold as Antarctica, next he was playing jokes and calling you very cute nicknames that may or may not have sounded 10 times better in his accent. You pinched yourself and walked to the living room hearing Mike call you in the background, deciding to sit on the floor far from Armando and turned straight to Mike.

“Did you like the food?” You asked Mike, trying to ignore the hot stare on your left. You could feel him staring and eating at the same time.

“Thank you so much y/n, for the food but also for putting yourself on the line for us, I know what risk you are taking.” He thanked with sincerity.

You smiled at his sincerity “Mike, you know I would stop everything for you guys, next time just come straight to me please?” you asked honestly, and he smiled back and nodded acknowledging your heartfelt request. You, out of instinct turned your focus to the burning stares on your left, forgetting your internal feud and notice him staring intently this time, no playfulness or smugness, just wonder and awe at your loyalty. His focus re-trained, noticing you starting he smiled, not one reaching his eyes but one that you could tell meant something. This smile sparked something in you, it was probably also seeing him eat like he hadn’t eaten in months, which may have truly been the case, given that he was in prison, but whatever it was it had you inclined to personally ask him if he liked the food.

“Are you enjoying the meal, Armando?” you asked as you looked at him innocently, and while it may as well could have been innocent. Armando’s heart melted at little at your concern, he could see the worry in your eyes, the need for him to say yes that he was enjoying it. Not that he would be lying if he said yes, he hadn’t eaten a proper meal in months, let alone a home cooked piece of steak but that face would have made him say yes anyway.

The jokes and games for a second forgotten, lost in your eyes and he smiled softly as he answered “Yes, thank you y/n”. She smiled and looked toward her lap with a slight blush on her face leaving Armando weak for more. He coughed almost to break the spell you had put him under and looked at Mike, his brows were raised almost as warning but right now, he really didn’t care, he just wanted to make you smile again.

“Ok, well! I’ll take that as my cue, Mike you wanna go sleep?” Marcus announced awkwardly. Mike caught on quick and jumped at the offer agreeing at least three times that he was tired.

“Oh uh of course, I have a spare room, there is a mattress under the bed too if you guys want to take the spare room?” you blinked, shaking yourself out of whatever head fuck that Armando caused as offered the room.

“Yeah, sounds good, Armando are you good to take the couch?” Mike asked not really giving him an option. Armando just nodded while finishing of his food.

“Armando can take my room, I’m okay on the couch tonight” I offered, knowing they’d only be staying here tonight.

“No. the couch is fine” He answered, causing you to frown a little as the dismissive tone on his voice. But little did you know, he didn’t want you sleeping on the couch.

“Honestly it’s fine, you guys are only here for one night and no offense, but you’ve been sleeping in a prison for ages, I fall asleep on my couch all the time” You over-explained hoping he would take you up on your offer. You looked at Mike and Marcus for encouragement and when they weren’t going to assist, you threw them a glare that forced them to convince him to take your bed. He reluctantly agreed and thanked you to which you smiled at again. God he should have said yes sooner if he’d known he’d see your smile again.

The boys cleaned up their plates and went off to bed as they had a so aggressively agreed they needed to do. You noticed Armando had finished his plate, so you offered him more which he politely declined. To say you were confused was an understatement, one minute he was mean and defensive, then flirty and now nice. He was difficult to read and even harder to please.

He packed his plate up as well; you watched as he then stood at the sink cleaning his dishes as you moved to the couch crossing your legs. He was wearing a black tank top that had his tanned arms on display, biceps flexing every time he scrubbed a little harder, at this point, you were staring at him unashamedly. Well, that was before he called you out for it.

“You gonna keep staring, or you wanna help” he smirked still washing, but you were not going to let him have this one, not while you had the confidence to stare at him.

“didn’t I give you a top plus the tank?” You asked knowing that you were calling him out for choosing to look so fucking sexy right now. Ok maybe it wasn’t much of a comeback, but hopefully it would catch him off guard, the same way he did to you. He paused washing, indicating it may have had the desired effect, causing a small smirk to lift on your lips.

He looked up, rinsing off the last dish “Where’d your hoodie go?” he asked back almost in retaliation walking closer to you. You just lifted your shoulders with a cheeky confused look on your face “Tienes suerte eres hermosa” He commented in Spanish again.

Brows furrowing yet again with a slight frown “What does that mean?” more confident to ask.

He smiled so softly and leaned in close to your face, your eyes followed his movements and face still. As he moved closer to your ear, your eyes moved straight ahead focusing on his voice. “You are lucky you're beautiful” He translated. Your head turned so quickly looking directly at him, your faces almost touching. He looked down at your lips and then back up your eyes, his head moved slightly and opted for a soft peck on the cheek as he whispered goodnight.

This man would be the absolute death of you, you knew this for sure.

#armando x reader #armando aretas #bad boys #jacob scipio #bad boys ride or die #bad boys 4 #Armando Aretas Imagine #armando aretas fanfic

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maddragon15 · 11 months ago

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Obscenely late hermitaday day #23 & 25! - Impulse & Tango

Was this meant to be a simple cel shaded drawing on the 30th? Yeah, yeah it was lmao but somehow the power of fire excels at overtaking the rendering capabilities.

But since it's late I'll use this as excuse to ramble below about well, the headcanons and the process down yonder. Also there's variations.

(Also just realized that the compression is high with this one, please click on it to see the details pretty pleasee)

So! Let's talk about that haircut shall we? First off Tango's haircut is basically just me slapping my very neglected oc's haircut onto him lol. There's no function usage or any other lore about it, literally just I wanted to use that haircut more. But Miners and Crafters that's not all! The intensity of the flame actually has meaning believe it or not.

Since Tango in the headcanons is already a nether born blaze hybrid the redstone kinda didn't have an effect on him. This is because blazes produce glowstone which is a power source onto itself. He gets minor effects instead which is a mild (there's literally no other word) high, a intensified hair flame and a brighter eye night shine. Negative effects include mild joint & jaw pain, and a small localized headache behind the left eye.

I like to imagine that other blaze hybrids' hair flame aren't normally that intense, not white-hot heat but rather more red n orange hot similar to the flats. Mainly due to the fact that glowstone is not as powerful as redstone and it's also dependent on how strong a blaze is. Now imagine with me that blazes determine how strong each other are via the color they're emitting. Now remember the blaze boss Minecraft had a vote on to add or not to add? What if Tango is constantly mistaken as a high ranking blaze because of how intense his fire is and he doesn't get attacked a whole lot except for the few that want to challenge him. Meanwhile Tango is just highly infused with redstone like all the other redstoners and he doesn't know what's happening half time as seen by his terrified scream-laughs /hj

He's also semi modified with redstone for the pure purpose of comms just like the other redstoners minus mumbo. I also would've leaned into the steampunk aspect of this season but I figured I'd do a character sheet like etho for all of the redstoners and finalize the aspects on those.

Onto Impulse!

I like to imagine that Impulse was a regular human and over the course of redstone exposure he gained pointed ears and horns. For what reasons? I have no idea but redstone works in mysterious ways and mutates on whatever happens to be in their system. You may see that he has purple lines across his face but then red pupils, why is that? Well since he's cyperpunk themed this season he modified his redstone implants to be rgb. He can change everything else except his pupils because those are deeply affected by redstone and would require surgery to remove the build up of redstone. Will any of the redstoners ever actually get rid of it? No but you can beg all day.

You also might be wondering what's happening in their ears? Well those are the advanced comms that are actually used across all hermits except the ones who've opted out for glowstone variants. They kinda work like bluetooth except more hermit-magic way. I haven't had time to fully think of how it'd work down to the circuitry (that's my usual process for headcanons before I ship them out) but I'll post about it when I think of the full layout. Other design aspects on impulse are derived from his skin and the poster design by applestruda!

Process wise for this piece was kinda a rollercoaster heh. I had started this piece a while ago (can't remember the day on the dot) and then I got insanely busy during the last week of hermitaday. I had done sketch, refined sketch and flats in two days. Then events proceeded forth and we arrive on the 4th which I tried for an entire day to figure out how to render this piece. I then gave up and tried again the day after and pulled up references this round on Pinterest. Tango was surprisingly easy to paint with ref and went rather fast. I will admit the entire time I was rendering him I did say every minute or so "I love you man" because he was turning out so good. Halfway through I then realized I still had to render Impulse. That's when I pretty much ended that night because it was already 5 am working on Tango and demotivation was setting in fast. The next day I was able to continue with hesitancy on Impulse but I managed to keep on keeping on and in the early hours of today I finished up the piece. Where I'm now writing about it close to 2 pm in a restaurant. Man though it was kinda hard to make Impulse and Tango look like cohesive and as if they were painted together.

Enjoy!

(Side note I applied for inprint and if I am to be accepted this will be available along side the three different eefs I've drawn and doc.)

#hermitaday #(by the gods this is late)#hermitcraft #impulsesv #impulse fanart #hermitcraft impulse #tangotek #tango fanart #hermitcraft tango #par art

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narutoandanimearemyheart · 6 months ago

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RIVALS TO LOVERS! RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS WITH NEJI HYUGA

The reader and Neji most likely met in the Academy when they were both young. Neji was a prodigy of course and excelled in everything. Especially Taijutsu.

However there was another person in his class that had extremely advanced skills in Taijutsu, his only match. You.

The two of you would often get partnered up during spar sessions in the class, and would often come in very close ties which infuriated Neji to no end.

He did not like this at all. He was determined to be the top of the class, and would train extra hard when he got home to secure that spot. He would not be average, nor beaten by some shinobi from some average background, not at all.

He had an intense dislike for you. How were you able to match him in his ability? You weren’t a Hyuga, nor from any special clan whatsoever. So how were you able to beat him when it wasn’t even in your destiny to beat him?

He definitely often makes scathing remarks towards you during your time at the academy, but most of those remarks stem from his own insecurities and anger of not being strong enough.

Eventually when graduation time came, Neji got assigned to his team, but the rivalry with you was still going strong. He doesn’t face you in the Chunin exams but he wished that he did, maybe for old times sake, or to gain the satisfaction of beating you.

Most likely to gain the satisfaction of beating you, and to heal his wounded pride.

However his viewpoint slowly starts to change after his match with Naruto. He finally found peace and realized that people can change their own destinies, which also leads to try and understand you better.

At first when he starts acting more nicer to you, your like “is this the same Neji that I knew???” Yeah he didn’t leave a good impression on you with his condescending remarks, and arrogant behaviour, but he’s grown out of it.

The two of you start hanging out more often once he’s simmered down in his haughtiness, you often train together, and talk about various different topics.

You both find yourselves getting closer together. The regular sparring sessions always seemed to have a tension that never went unnoticed. It was clearly visible to all that saw you both together, but it wasn’t to the two of you.

Neji of course realizes that he has started to feel different things for you, beyond what close friends would feel. At first he tries to ignore those feelings.

He’s scared to get close to someone like that and doesn’t want to make himself vulnerable, in case they either reject his advances or if something bad happens to them.

He is a very stubborn individual and will push down these new feelings of his, and he won’t acknowledge them, you will probably have to be the one to confess to him, and when you do, he can feel his heart start to soar.

Of course he’ll keep a calm look on his face and simply say that he returns your affections, but inside he will be the happiest he’s ever been, and if you look close you will be able to see a faint pink blush on his pale cheeks.

Moving on towards actually dating. Neji is a very polite and courteous boyfriend. He takes “duties” as a lover very seriously. He always tells you to take care of yourself, and brings you things like flowers as gifts.

He still goes full strength on you during sparring as, that’s just how he is, he respects your strength and thinks that going “easy” on you would be disrespectful towards you.

If you are on a mission with him he’s going to be on watch like a hawk. He knows you can take care of yourself but he cares a lot about you and looks out for you too. If you act reckless during the mission, he’s not going to let you live it down for a few days.

He can be soft when he wants to be, sometimes when visiting the Hyuga compound and spending time with him in his room, you’ll both just sit next to each other and enjoy each others presence. He doesn’t strike me as a very physically affectionate type of person, but he would sometimes hold your hand.

His love language is more so acts of service. He likes to show you how much he cares about you, instead of touching you or telling you that he does.

Whether it’s helping you arrange your things, cooking food for you, bringing extra supplies for you during a mission in case you forgot some, he always remembers the little things.

I can definitely see him letting the words “I love you” slip out during an argument though. When you and Neji argue, he’s very stubborn, so even if he is in the wrong, it will take a while to get him to admit that. He’s a very prideful individual. If you are both stubborn then you might go for days without speaking to each other before one of you two caves in.

Neji hates to see you cry. If you cry then he will immediately soften and apologize, he hates seeing you cry that much. If he is the cause of your tears then he feels much guilt, but if someone else is the cause of your tears then whoever they are better sleep with one eye open.

You two were probably arguing about something that wasn’t too significant but, Neji got rather upset about it and of course he never backs down so it was starting to escalate until he blurted out “Well yeah I’m mad!! I’m mad because I love you!”

It suddenly became very quiet between you two, until he started stammering “W-well, I-I” you chuckled and spoke softly “I love you too Neji” and he felt his heart soar, he has officially stopped working. No wonder people say falling in love drives you crazy, because it was most certainly driving him crazy.

Neji is very protective of you, he loves you to the point that he’s sure he’d sacrifice his life for you. He now believes that destinies can indeed be changed, and he’s sure that he wants to spend the rest of his life with you.

You most likely feel the same way, after all, even if he has his flaws how can you not fall in love with him? With the way he treats you and stays true to his words and is one of the most honourable people you know.

Neji Hyuga and you are in love with each other no doubt about that, and the two of you will continue to be in love with each other forevermore. While your relationship does have its ups and downs, one thing about it is that your bond is unbreakable and everlasting.

#Neji Hyuga x reader #Naruto x reader #Naruto Shippuden x reader

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gangplanksorenji · 1 year ago

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Kinknuary Day 18: Voyeurism

Pairing: Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Word Count: 8,725

[Kinknuary Masterlist]

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“Is she even near, Eunbi-ah?”

Eunbi faintly winces and clicks her tongue, “Come on, just be patient, babe—she’ll be here soon, don’t worry.”

Her small attempts of reassurance even ignites your anxiety because you are a man who doesn’t get his time wasted, not even a second for nothing—two beliefs: time is gold and that your patience is as thin as paper—yet gladly, Eunbi’s reassuring tone and her practice of making your patient subdue such ephemeral advances and that alone, makes you appreciate her even more.

Apart from her being such an absolute gem and often you describe as the epitome of perfection, you can see how heart stands out amongst the rest—even though her physical features made you fall in love with her, it’s her personality that made you fully commit onto loving her and that’s the wonder of Kwon Eunbi.

You won't find a girl like her that can treat you like you’ve always wanted: full of love, compassion and intimacy—yes, and you won’t dare to find one because your heart is only shouting her and her only.

“Oh, Hyewon-ie’s gonna be here! Hurry, I want you to meet her, babe!” Of course, Eunbi is going to introduce you to anyone she becomes acquainted with, as she wants you to be more socially in contact with people. You’re not surprised with this, not even a single bit—you appreciate her advances towards you as she only aims to be the better version of yourself, and with that, you’re madly grateful for meeting a girl like her.

“H-Hyewon? I haven’t heard that name coming out of your mouth, Eunbi.”

Eunbi chuckles, as she flashed a contagious grin, emanating her optimism, “Yah—I mentioned for quite some time now, she’s a great friend from my college days.” She sighs heavily as her eyes probably glisten because of reminiscing her past days with her, knowing how much it probably means to her. “Glad we’re still able to keep in touch, whether it’s online or personal…”

You slowly nodded as you’re invested with her small introduction, and then thought of a lovely banter towards her. “You have so many friends, Eunbi—wonder how many more I haven’t met or maybe—” You chuckle from what you’re formulating, making Eunbi pique her curiosity as you continue, “—you’re even friends with some celebrities at this point.”

“Yah! Can’t blame myself for having a lot of contacts.” Eunbi brushes her hair off her shoulders, fixing herself as she continues, “Besides, you’ll like her—she’s shy and sweet, pretty much you, but a girl version. Also, don’t be intimidated by her look. She may look strict but that’s just how her stare is.”

Those piques your interest towards Hyewon because of her relativity towards your personality according to hers—maybe she’s a little overexaggerated but no blatant and evident lie can past and be utter on Eunbi’s own lips—that’s how angelic she is, but only if you knew what lies within…

Eunbi holds your wrists as she enthusiastically drags you towards the coffee shop that she always loves to visit and has a drink to calm her mind with. You could feel yourself smiling uncontrollably on how eager Eunbi is when it comes to introducing Hyewon to you, and with that reassurance, you’re getting yourself onto the brink of excitement, fully-invested into meeting her.

Yet, you always say this yourself and swear until the end of time: no matter how beautiful and captivating they can be, you’ll always lay your eyes and your whole love towards Eunbi and her only, no matter what happens.

This will be an interesting one and little did you know, your expectation will be surpassed by your desires and mostly, Eunbi’s.

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“H-Hi…”

“Hello, you must be Hyewon?” You continued the awkward meeting between the both of you, as you can feel how shy she is and most likely, seeing yourself in her and because of Eunbi’s excellent practice with you, you managed to initiate the better blow as you can feel herself getting comfortable.

“Yes… Y-You must be Eunbi-unnie’s boyfriend, oppa?”

“Uhm…” You fix your composure as you meet your eyes towards hers, making her more assured and interested towards you. “Y-Yeah, Hyewon… Also, how did you know?”

Hyewon just laughed a little, covering her mouth with her hands and fixing her hair, her captivating mannerisms finally making you like her as you find it presentable and attractive. “Well, Eunbi-unnie talked about you for quite s-some time, that’s why I knew you, oppa, hihi…”

Now being enlightened, you nodded with her explanation as the both of you further conversed with each other, talking about little topics as you wait for Eunbi on the counter, ordering some coffee and with more time left to wait, the anticipated drinks are now finally within both your grasps as Eunbi happily introduces Hyewon to you.

“I’m sure the both of you have talked to each other, already, since we’ve got here.” Eunbi optimistically approached the both of you while distributing your respective drinks as you thanked her, appreciating how she did it herself even though you insisted on ordering it—maybe Eunbi wanted you to really talk with Hyewon, and introduce yourself to her in your own way without her influence. “See, babe, Hyewon’s just chill—I knew you’d like her.”

You scoffed as you do agree with Eunbi—your first impression with Hyewon is that she’s mostly introverted and calm, her demeanor most likely intimidating but nonetheless, she’s composed and a little sophisticated, on your own observation. As few more laughs ensued as well as interesting topics that spice up such hooking conversations, you then asked on the most polite manner, on why did Eunbi bring you and Hyewon here and as per Hyewon’s side, is it really appropriate for her to really barge in between the both of you? Isn’t she getting jealous?

Well, Eunbi insisted herself to introduce Hyewon to you so why would she be jealous in the first place? You may doubt that there is a complete absence of jealousy that she can feel—maybe a hint of it, but nonetheless, she isn’t really that sensitive of a girl as she knows how well your boundaries are and how much you love her than anybody else.

“Well, about that…” Eunbi sips on her straw with a nice amount of such sweet concoction of coffee and cream, then continues her response. “Hyewon actually wanted to say something to you, babe so, I hope you don’t mind being on what she’s going to say.”

Hyewon then faces Eunbi as they met eyes, glaring at her as that’s not what she wanted, for now—Hyewon wanted Eunbi to direct her proposition towards you, since Eunbi’s connection to you is eternal and unbreakable, so to Hyewon’s surprise, she didn’t expect Eunbi to really change her mind as it’s too late to retaliate, and all Hyewon could do is speak as your all ears on her.

“But why me?” Hyewon whispers on Eunbi as she encourages her to just say it directly towards you, knowing she wouldn’t lose anything and you, wouldn’t mind anything she will share for you even though you’ve met her just today—it’s maybe the utter reassurance of Eunbi and your comfort towards her and yes, you like her, too.

Of course, you swore until the day you die, that you’ll love Eunbi and she’s the only woman you’ll be with but Hyewon, she’s a different breed in your own opinion—her pretty face is really what got you, brushing off that intimidating demeanor earlier as her impeccable features are pretty similar on what made you love Eunbi even more: sharp nose, oval face, porcelain skin and of course, those, plump lips.

Having the courage built up upon herself, Hyewon composed herself and made it so that you won’t feel any discomfort for her—maybe, thanking Eunbi too for her reassurance to build up such an incredible courage that led up to this moment. “I w-want to feel you, oppa…”

With a sudden embarrassment, Hyewon suddenly covered her face with her hands as she faced against you, sipping her coffee to calm her down as Eunbi scoffed a little, finding Hyewon’s attempts cute yet on the verge of ineffectiveness. Of course, you were baffled on what Hyewon had said towards you as it could mean a lot of things but being enlightened will be better, and Eunbi will do a great job with that because you trust her with all your heart.

“Ahh, babe—I haven’t really talked to you about this, I’m sorry—” Eunbi took another sip, before holding her hands to you, reassuring you that everything’s fine and nothing’s going off-track. “—but aside from introducing her, Hyewon wanted to take this opportunity to—” Eunbi looks left and right, wanting nobody to hear such sinful words except for the both of you and Hyewon as she continues, “—experience such great sex, and I know you’re a great one, babe. So, if you would want to do it with Hyewon, then it’s going to be fine.”

Well, that was all of sudden and you were caught off-guard with it. You know how Eunbi is open when it comes to talking about sexual desires and her wants but you never thought that it would lead to this moment, wanting to have sex with her friend that you barely knew anything about. Such lustful activities with Eunbi isn’t novel between the both of you—that explains how much you’ve railed her tight cunt a week ago that she couldn’t walk a day after and dumped a healthy load down her throat on a restaurant’s restroom three days ago.

Again, you’re not new to this but just in utter shock at how things immediately unfold at the speed of light and knowing how you can see the eagerness in Hyewon’s eyes, you wouldn’t dare to say know but you need further time to discuss things thoroughly. So, excusing Hyewon with Eunbi in the nicest way possible, you then hold Eunbi’s wrist and drag her to the nearest restroom possible, wanting to talk this out as you can’t possibly comprehend what’s happening right now.

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“You talked about this with Hyewon a long time ago, did you? Is this on purpose?” Your tone is sharp, wanting to question her real actions towards you as you're too flabbergasted to comprehend anything and with Eunbi’s side, she just wants to help her friend on her needs to, and that’s what she needs to explain all thoroughly to you.

“No, babe—I mean, y-yes, she did point it out but I insisted on you being that man for her, she never suggested you but with my assurance, she agreed. I’m sorry if I didn’t talk about this towards you, babe…” Eunbi lets out a sigh of relief as she feels guilty for not letting you know about this first yet your heart crumbles seeing her anxious like this—she’s your kryptonite and can’t bear to see her being on her lowest or in her possible sadness because it breaks your heart into pieces.

“I mean, Eunbi—this is just crazy, no?” Your flummoxed state didn’t help in any of your decisions to come up to a final conclusion. You just shake your head, and licked your lips, thinking of the possible decision to agree with what she offered as Eunbi reassures you right after.

“Yeah, this is crazy babe but are you willing to? It’s alright for Hyewon if you don’t want—” You the interrupt her with a snap of your fingers as she shuts her mouth, now concluding something after a well-observed round of judgment.

“I’ll say it to Hyewon herself, alright, Eunbi?”

She didn’t hesitate to nod as you came up with the right term: to say it in front of her—even though she’ll be pleased or saddened with your rejection, then it’s probably going to be better to say off what you wanted in front of her and without any time to waste, you and Eunbi got out of the restroom—of course, not in a suspicious manner since you know what people’s mind can think of these days—and came up with the final conclusion.

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“So, maybe…” You let out a deep sigh as you looked at Eunbi, and then averted towards Hyewon again, smiling as she felt assured with your faint grin. “We can do it, as long you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

Your subtle reassurance makes her smile as she can’t believe that you’ll agree with her, as you just wanted to help Hyewon even though you barely knew her, and that is mostly thanks to Eunbi. Not so long after, she interrupts too as she doubles the efforts on making Hyewon trust you as Eunbi herself pretty much involves her trust towards you when having such a loving, steamy session.

“It’s alright, Hyewon—my baby’s a great person to have fun with and she can take care of you as much as he always does to me, so, don’t be scared and trust him, okay?” Hyewon nods with a faint smile curling her lips, then saying an almost-inaudible “thank you” before you can interrupt again and strengthen Eunbi’s assuring remarks. “Yeah, don’t worry, Hyewon—I’ll stop if you want to, okay? As much as proceeding, okay?”

Your brain still can’t help to comprehend such an incredible confession about Hyewon that mostly was helped by Eunbi—you knew something’s fishy right from the start but if a lovely woman of the girl of your life wants something to be fulfilled, then you’ll gladly help her out as this is just the beginning of what could be an insane session and with your coffee’s almost halfway through and wanting to end the day with a paramount of a bliss, then you would likely oblige to your wants as you invited them to go over Eunbi’s place and god, what can they have in store for this evening…

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Hyewon’s coyness probably tends to allure you and captivate you, yet she fails to fully let you fall under her spell—not to disparage or brush off her natural captivating demeanor by that but it’s just the fact that you’re mostly investing your love towards Eunbi, but maybe, you can be enlightened if Hyewon pulled a great trick up her sleeve.

“Oh, you have such a great place, unnie—woah, this looks better than where I reside, gosh.” Hyewon’s in awe as her eyes wander around the spacious place, starstrucked on how simple yet glamorous this place is in her eyes.

“Isn’t your place great too, Hyewon? I’m sure it’s as good as this…” Eunbi replies back, feeling optimistic that Hyewon’s maybe just overexaggerating things as it’s probably great as she expected. It’s only expectation between the both of them because they haven’t really got the chance to see each other’s places but now, maybe it’s start of the time where everything going to get back on their original tracks—everything just gets unveiled, one by one, and maybe later, will lead to a bigger revelation.

“I doubt it, unnie. I mean, it’s not that bad but yours is better—”

“Ladies…” You interrupt their small talk with your manly voice, startling them a little. “Are we going to compare each other’s places or set ourselves towards the show, hm?”

Eunbi playfully slaps your stomach, as it did little-to-no-pain but regardless, you jokingly caressed it, playing how painful it is in a sarcastic way. “Don’t mind him, Hyewonnie—sometimes, he’s just getting too horny and impatient.”

“Yah! I’m not like that, Eunbi—you’re mostly the one who begs for dear life.” You bat out against her, knowing how those claims are close to being inaccurate and Eunbi’s enthusiasm taking over her, tending to probably over exaggerate things that she shouldn’t. It doesn’t matter where does it end up as both feeling are mutual—she can turn you on within a flick of her fingers as much as you do towards her, and it’s not even close to exerting effort as the both of you magnetize within each other’s touch, the last things you’ll probably see is her body pressed against yours, her heat emanating how needy she is for you.

“Don’t tell you’re not like that too, babe.” Of course, you wouldn’t act such a hypocrite to deny any of those facts as you gave up battling an argument against her.

“Okay, okay, Eunbi—I am, so—” You clicked your tongue as your eyes averted towards them, anticipating what they may have in store for the three of you. “—how are we going to start this off?”

Both of their eyes met together, almost feeling like some telekinetic energy surged through the air as they instantly knew what they wanted to do, especially Hyewon. “Well, maybe I need to say everything we have in plan, babe.”

Eunbi looks up as she tiptoes a little, just to whisper into your ear but god, that sultry, seductive voice never fails to turn you on off the roof. It’s one of your weaknesses that could literally make you submissive or in the best way possible, fall into the darkness—the darkness where it’s a void with only yourself succumbing to lust and there’s no way of returning back to the light. Now, with Eunbi leading the way, you whisper to yourself how great this can be as adrenaline is now pumping down your veins, anticipation finally kicking in to you as the night is still young and it’s only going to start.

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“Has a man done this to you, Hyewon?” Eunbi traces her dainty fingers up Hyewon’s thighs as she faintly whimper due to the sudden sensitivity she has been teasing her, and for not so long too, Eunbi averted her attention towards you, and voiced exactly what Hyewon wants and with foreplay building up, it should start small.

“What is it, Eunbi?”

“Well, can you stand and then lean against that wall, babe? Thanks, and Hyewon, kneel down in front of him.” Eunbi’s commands didn’t go deaf on both your ears and Hyewon’s as you immediately obliged to her imperative advances. Knowing the words that escaped her lips, you knew exactly what Hyewon would want as you reassure her as she still feels shy but you can see the lust behind it, and it’s only going to get better from here.

“I guess you probably know what she’ll do, babe.”

“Hah—of course I do, Hyewon kneeling down here is pretty obvious.” You respond hubristically and with your confidence and willingness about the anticipating turn of events, Hyewon faintly smiles because of the sudden surge of serotonin spiking up, feeling really confident on what she’s about to show you.

“Aren’t you going to join, Eunbi?”

Eunbi clicks her tongue, cock an eyebrow to you as she smirks, “Well, about that, I would like to observe how Hyewon does it. I’d like to give her everything I always loved and Hyewonnie—” She then squatted to become in level with Hyewon, uttering such words that could enhance the possible masterclass that Hyewon will do. “—don’t rush and make my baby feel good, okay? The most important thing here is the both of you getting pleasured and delighted.”

Eunbi’s such an incredible instructor—you mutter upon yourself as it’s always evident whenever she teaches something to someone or even just you. You love how eager and conspicuous her happiness is when it’s for the better of the people she’s attached with—it feels like she’s a gift from heaven, an angel in disguise as she’s too down-on-earth yet you know deep inside those genuine smiles of hers are the primal lust that she’s been consumed onto, and it’s not even an effort knowing it with the refulgent shining of her orns, full of lust and wants.

“You gotta undress his bottom-half first, Hyewon—I guess you know how to do it right.” With Eunbi’s command comes an immediate obligatory response: you can just see Hyewon’s hands working on unbuckling your belt and the buttons of your pants. You can see her hands shaking a little, knowing it’s her nervousness and to ease her up a little, you helped her to undress your defenses one by one yet Eunbi isn’t a fan of this, clicking her tongue and calling you out.

“Babe, let Hyewon do the job, alright? Just relax and enjoy the show.”

With Eunbi’s straight remarks, Hyewon confirms that she can finish her job herself and doesn’t need your help as she also wanted you to just indulge and voice out your satisfaction.

“You sure, Hyewon?”

“Y-Yes, oppa—I can do this…”

Now with your pants on your ankles, Hyewon’s eyes lit up with the erecting shaft that’s been captivating her under those frustrating garments, and to reassure her further, Eunbi gave her words of encouragement, saying it’s all going to be fine.

“I know this is crazy, Hyewon but trust me—he likes it, alright? All you need to do is to show us how great you can be. Consider this as your training.”

Even though Hyewon is not naïve in these kinds of situations, it still shows how nervous and how she lacks experience but nonetheless, you’re confident that she’ll do good yet you won’t get your expectations high—maybe, a little part of you may swallow those words once she latched her mouth on your swollen head but an action preceding your expectations will conclude your judgment.

Now grabbing the hem of your boxers, Hyewon undresses it as it goes down to your ankles and god, she’s eyeing your meat like she’s going to devour it as her eyes glistening with hunger and lust says enough. Her gorgeous, black orbs analyzes every length that she sees as she coos in amazement, genuinely excited on how your length could feel inside and most importantly, how incredible it looks in front of her.

“Oh my god, unnie…” Hyewon slowly palmed your thighs as she’s still flummoxed with your length, unable to articulate anything but just in awe. “He’s so big…”

Eunbi chuckles as she bites her lips right after, worshiping your succulent meat right on her sight with only her eyes. “He’s indeed big, Hyewon. That’s the most perfect cock you’ll ever laid your eyes upon and you’ll see why I’m so addicted to it…”

Giving the green light to Hyewon, she then wrapped her digits around your rod, feeling how its warmth already made you euphoric as she stroked it a little, a faint moan escaping your lips because of it.

“I’d consider lubricating his shaft with your saliva, Hyewon. You wouldn’t want a man you’re sucking to have a painful burn with rough strokes.” Eunbi suggests towards Hyewon as she’s absolutely right—rough strokes are the bane of your existence as lubrication will make anything feel a hundred times better. With all of that, Hyewon managed to still question something that makes Eunbi a little bit confused.

“But isn’t it not too bad if I stroked it like that, unnie?”

“It’s never bad but the lubrication is still needed, of course. It helps the man and the won’t just excrete fluids on their own. Also—” Eunbi pointed out the slit of your swollen head, leaking with that colorless liquid and with that in sight, she wouldn’t want Hyewon to waste a single drop off that.

“There you go, trace a little of that and taste it. You could suck it if you want more intimacy, Hyewon.”

“Ooh~” Hyewon coos, finding it gratifying tasting one of your treasured nectars as she licks her index finger clean after collecting a desirable amount.

“How did it taste, Hyewon?” Eunbi’s interest is piqued as Hyewon can’t stop squealing, too focused on admiring your shaft with leisure strokes and playful swipes on your head.

“A bit salty, unnie—I like it.” Without wasting any time with just collecting and teasing, her lips then part onto your shaft as she planted wet kisses onto every inch of it, not leaving anything blessed with her intimate pecks. She grew impatient due to her hunger for cock, and eventually, she latched her lips onto your swillen cockhead and started sucking it, your sensitivity now off the roof as it’s actually great considering how much pleasurable it was than what you expected. She swirls her tongue to add up to the heat of the moment and god, she’s a natural at this as she alternates between doing that and sucking just the tip, leaving small streams of saliva on your shaft and some on the corners of her mouth.

With the constant flicks of her tongue onto the frenulum and then going deeper as she gives in to her debauchery masterclass, Hyewon is a gifted woman with a gifted mouth, and she can make you moan like Eunbi can, then it’s just safe to say that she’s incredible at giving you head yet this is only the beginning of a spectacular show that’s about to unfold.

“Such a natural, hm, Hyewon? Why don’t you try and go deeper, hm?” Eunbi fixes her beautifully-tied pigtails, gaining a better leverage onto instructing Hyewon. “He loves it whenever I go deep and hear those moans he makes? That means he’s loving this, so, keep it up…”

Wanting to go deeper herself, she tries what Eunbi wanted her to do as greed took over her, taking your whole length slowly as she bobs her head frantically, eventually gagging on the spot. It’s becoming too much for Hyewon and with that, such a euphoric session has been abruptly stopped, herself ejecting out of your length as she coughs a little, becoming too risky to take it whole and greed putting a nail to the coffin.

“Hyewon, you shouldn’t take his cock like that deep immediately. You should be slow and patient and work your way deeper.” Eunbi caresses Hyewon’s hair as she reassures her and knowing Hyewon wouldn’t give up that easily, she opted to take you in again and following Eunbi’s advice for extreme pleasure and gratification between the both of you. Now, with her patience taking over her, she laps her tongue onto to your tip and took only half of your length in which, resulted into your brain going haywire again due to the pillowy softness of her mouth and the warmth enveloping over it—not to mention the hint of pain cause by the serrated culprit, which is her teeth that lives up to your guilty pleasure of masochism.

She bobs her head at such a moderate pace, unlike the greed earlier that made her suffer from her actions as every second that passes is savored between the both of you, each of your carnal desires slowly corrupting the both of you, descending towards the darkness—that damn darkness akin to the lustful void you’ve dived yourself into. Her hands aren’t idle as she knew the basic fundamentals of a great blowjob: to fondle your balls with care as a little stimulation is enough to make your knees weak and her warm palm sharing its emanating heat within your skin, caressing it slowly as her touch is as tantamount as her mouth giving away the greatest gratification possible. Eunbi is in awe on how she’s doing an incredible job, slobbering all over your length and slurping on it like she’s been deprived on it for months now—technically, that’s the case and whether it’s figurative or literal, it’s always evident how a girl is hungry for something with the sounds that resonates around your ear.

“God, you look so fucking hot sucking his dick, Hyewonnie. Look at yourself too—” Eunbi averted her eyes towards the mess Hyewon has created all over her clothes, her cleavage and her mouth, such drool capable for any person to think how much Hyewon is enjoying the succulent taste of your shaft as Eunbi was right, Hyewon’s going to be addicted by this for dear life. Eunbi continues to stroke Hyewon’s dark locks as she praises her because of her incredible work and with her confidence going up, she’s now introducing an incredible pace as she hollows her cheeks for a vacuum-like suction, taking more than a half of your length now and frantically bobbing her head, signaling how she’s giving in to primal urges and desires. She slobbered all over your dick like it’s her last, and savored every moment of it, even if it means for her to gag multiple times yet even though she fights the urge to pull out, she inevitably can’t as she ejects her warm mouth out of your raging length, coughing a little as the mess she’s made is now copious than it was earlier—her lipstick smudging onto the vicinity of the base of your shaft, strings of saliva connected onto your swollen head and then her mouth, and her makeup running down her cheeks due to the tears of her constant gags from earlier, making her a disheveled mess.

“You a-alright, Hyewon?” You grew concerned as she seems struggling to breathe because of her hostile nature on slobbering over your length that oxygen became the profound enemy yet she states that she’s fine, and that makes sigh in relief.

“Oppa’s c-cock is just too b-big to handle…”

Eunbi laughs as she smiles at Hyewon, knowing that she’ll soon say that as it’s damn true—even Eunbi struggles to tame that beast within you, even with plethora of times that she’s taken you down her throat, she still constantly struggles due to the gifted length and girth you have. Of course, not even Hyewon complains but rather, loving it because of how she can manage to push her limits off to what she can possibly do, and you, a great example to help her with that.

“It’s alright, Hyewon. You’re a natural at this—keep that up and make him cum, alright? I know he’s pretty close…” Eunbi cocks an eyebrow at Hyewon, signaling her to give everything she has as you know you’re near on your release yourself—and it’s pretty impressive how Eunbi knows how near your approaching orgasmic trance will be, considering how your relationship and herself knowing tiny details about you makes up to her accurate prediction. Maybe it’s not even a prediction at this point, more so, a gut feeling and the visible throbbing of your shaft making her know of your near release and god, it’s just awfully close.

Hyewon isn’t just going to stare at your dick like it’s a long-lost artifact she piqued her interest in, yet instead, she converts that arousal into actions as she continues to suck you off, like a popsicle that can’t get enough. With her constant fondling of your sensitive balls and her ruthless pace onto your shaft, you can’t possibly contain the profanities escaping your mouth as you voice how great Hyewon’s oral service is and with those green lights being muttered, she picks up the pace and further brings you in closer to your high. Her feverish strokes onto the base of your shaft further puts you on the edge of release as Eunbi encourages Hyewon to keep up the good work as she bites her lip in satisfaction, feeling gratified with erotic sight of Hyewon gagging and slobbering over his boyfriend’s perfect cock.

“Also, Hyewon, make eye contact with him. That’s important because with your eyes, you can portray multiple emotions all at once.” Such striking details won’t get passed by Eunbi’s judgmental approach towards the eroticism the both of you emanate and again, it’s goddamn true—such an intimate and endearing look between the both of you can indeed portray a plethora of emotions that can rather increase the quality of pleasure. With Eunbi’s advice, Hyewon then locks her gaze onto yours as all you can see is how engaged she is, full of lust as every bob portrays her willingness to do this and your anticipated load.

It wouldn’t last that long even if you want to savor her warmth for hours as suddenly, your dam broke loose.

“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum, Hyewon, Eunbi—fuck, shit!”

Now with Hyewon still blowing you with a ruthless face, Eunbi formulates an idea faster than the speed of light as her oral expertise comes into play, offering a proposition. “Pull out if you want him to paint your face or keep bobbing if you want his load deep down your throat, okay, Hyewon?”

Hyewon eagerly nods as she keeps sucking you off, signaling that she wants your load as deep as possible. She then submerges her whole mouth onto your length, up to the back of her throat as she gags constantly but Eunbi guides her, her hands pushing Hyewon’s head until her lips meet the base of your shaft, reaching incredible depths that she thought was nigh-impossible. Now, with Hyewon’s hands gripping your thighs onto dear life and her tight throat constricting around your length, you couldn’t hold it much longer as you shoot thick spurt if your delectable seed, filling it up to the brim as she takes it all like a good girl, despite her constant gagging and her breaths being restricted because of your whole length. Eunbi didn’t influence much, as she lets go of her grip on Hyewon’s head as soon as you voice out your blissful release and ultimately, you do short thrusts into her mouth to keep your orgasm extended but the inevitable will soon happen as it slowly dies, catching your breath from your euphoric trance. Hyewon then pulls out immediately as Eunbi directs her to not swallow it yet and commends her excellent blowjob yet of course, Eunbi not utterly impressed (she still appreciates Hyewon’s efforts but not that much) as she didn’t get her expectation up, since Hyewon isn’t really used to this but nonetheless, she showed her great capabilities and her natural talent.

“Don’t swallow and stick your tongue out to him. Show him the healthy load he has given you.” Again, for like the hundredth time, Hyewon does as she's been told, sticking out her tongue towards you as she’s proud about the creamy load you gave her and with her innocent eyes building up the oxymoron of this filthy mess she has gone into. Now, incredibly aroused and in awe with her beautiful, disheveled visage, you then commanded her to swallow as Eunbi didn’t mind it, knowing you have the control over her too and god, her face and its expression after eagerly swallowing your creamy load is such an arousing as you couldn’t ask more.

This was just one of the few things they have up their sleeve and you’re absolutely into the game, wanting more as your carnal desires are the obvious culprits of your horniness.

“Did it taste good, Hyewon?”

“It d-does, unnie—it’s so creamy and a l-little sweet…” She replies back with a faint smile on her face, still catching her breath due to the intense blowjob session that has ensued.

“Hyewon—I c-can’t believe you’re a natural at this.” Of course, you can’t really comprehend how good she is as you didn’t expect her to be this daring and great and you wouldn’t complain for various and obvious reasons. With your compliment, Hyewon blushed a little as she felt grateful being constantly acknowledged with her skills yet of course, you can see the lust burning on her eyes as she wanted more, and you wouldn’t dare to really stop her on that because you wanted more yourself.

“Well, maybe it’s time for the main event, babe…” Eunbi then stood up from her previous kneeling position as Hyewon does it too right after, knowing what the future may hold once Eunbi said those specific words.

“Are you sure with this, Hyewon?” You still feign hesitance, knowing that it may seem uncomfortable with Hyewon and maybe even Eunbi that you’re going to have some filthy sex with her friend yet all of your thoughts contradicts on what they want—Eunbi insisted you to have her own permission for the best experience for her friend and Hyewon, starting this alone means that she’s comfortable with you and it grew better considering how your small moans of pleasure increased her confidence and your reassurance that made her feel better.

“See, Hyewon wants it, babe—don’t keep her waiting.” Noticing how eager Hyewon had been, she then puts a little bit of a show in front of you, stripping her clothing so leisurely that it’s agonizing to watch considering you want to see her impeccable features badly, as soon as possible. Knowing this, Eunbi has a different thought in mind and decides to step in to the show, interrupting her Hyewon’s spectacular masterclass as you frowned a little because of it.

“No, Hyewon, I think my baby needs to strip for you, how about that?” Being enlightened with Eunbi’s proposition, Hyewon herself can’t really turn that down because that thought alone arouses her, and with her pleading eyes captivating you to do what Eunbi has told, you didn’t hesitate to fulfill everyone’s needs as you came up to Hyewon, inching dangerously close towards her as you palm the straps of her brown, cotton dress and lets gravity do the work, letting it run a little, dropping it below her shoulders. You can feel her hot breath against yours as she voiced her satisfaction with the way you’re stripping her—slowly and surely, unbuttoning her dress one by one as you whisper how good she's been earlier and in return, she voice how juicy and addicting you were.

“I guess you’re so gifted, oppa—your cock is amazing—oh fuck…”

“You’re a natural too, Hyewon. Maybe a few more improvements then you’ll be on par like your unnie.”

With the heated tension between the both of you, Eunbi manages to bat out how incredibly arousing the sight is, sharing how that’s probably the sight between you and Eunbi everytime the both of you get sexually heated against each other.

“That’s how hot we probably look when we get heated, right, babe?”

“Yeah, Eunbi—kinda want to see the sight too but I guess I don’t need it anymore.” Well, it’s evident and obvious because you’re literally in the front seat of a splendid show between you and Hyewon. Now, with the last button restraining her to let her impeccable beauty be visible with your eye, you slowly unbuttoned and god, you’re instantly blessed with her hourglass figure and a scrumptious sight of her tight body: slender, small waist flexing a little of her abdominal muscles, her perky yet large mounds that’s been contained with a brown, strapless bra and her probably dripping pussy covered with a brown-laced thong, that’s complimenting the colors of her outfit. You were starstrucked with her incredible figure as much as Eunbi is, and with that, you can’t help but palm her hips and admire every inch of her delectable features, probably mouth-watering at the sight of it and imprinting a picture on your mind.

“Foreplay is part of having a great session of sex, Hyewon. So, if he caresses and feels her touch all over your body, feel free to voice out how good it is, okay?”

Hyewon nods as you start to strip the last defenses concealing her pure beauty, flicking and letting everything run from her smooth skin and gravity doing the work. With her last bit of clothing now onto the floor, deeming it useless, you take a look to admire her beautiful features again but this time, her apparent nipples and her glistening pussy is now visible, making you even riled up as your cock inevitably twitches from the sight. You then undress your clothing, making everything mutual between the both of you and as you do so, you ask Eunbi another question that will surely intrigue her and make everything even spicier.

“Don’t you want to join us, Eunbi?”

“Yeah, unnie—it would be really good if you join us here with us.‘

As much as Eunbi wants to join, there are two things that are stopping her from her desires and it’s for the better on all parties: firstly, she wanted to instruct Hyewon what’s the best ways to make the session best for both worlds and some techniques that can make her a greater fuck; and second, she badly wanted to watch someone having sex and any sexual activities as that thought (not anymore) turns her on incredibly well that she just wants to watch everything unfolds within her eyes’ reach—talk about peak voyeurism, then its paramount on her mind right now.

“I’d rather watch and make the best of Hyewon, but thanks though—hey, proceed, babe…”

You’re quicker than a predator catching prey, your clothes now off and deeming it useless as you approach Hyewon, pinning her slowly as you grasp her waist and onto the bed. Hyewon trusts you with all her heart as her eyes glistens with need and you immediately can sense how much she wanted this for a long time, so, without depriving her from your touch, you brush your swollen head onto her labia, teasing her as she cries in her own sensitivity and utmost pleasure. Wanting to build up the anticipation and to be gentle with her, you further tease her glistening lips and this time, adding some fingers to stimulate her further, her moans now increasing in volume because of the pleasure coursing down her veins.

“May I, Hyewon?” Your hands then coursed its way onto the bedsheets and then, towards her stomach, as you asked her permission for mutual understanding and agreement.

“Please d-do, oppa—oh gosh, fu—fuck…” Given the green light, you immediately palmed a handful of her breasts as you fondle them, caressing her mounds and feeling its softness is such an addicting act and with that, you can’t really find yourself to let go of it and continue what you’re best at. Her moans really fuels you to let out your deepest desires, stimulating her further as you latch your mouth onto her neck, giving it small pecks that lets her know how much you’re loving this and of course, to further elevate the heat emanating around the bedroom.

“Let it all out, Hyewon—let your voice be the fuel for him to further fuck you and babe—” Eunbi palms your skin, from the back as she leisurely ran her hands down your buttcheeks, caressing it as her touch further arouses you. She didn’t waste a single second and voice out what’s the best for the both of you. “—give her the fucking she absolutely deserves, alright? Want to see how you’ll ruin an incredibly beautiful girl like her…”

With Eunbi’s green light and the urge to further indulge to your own primal debauchery, you further inform Hyewon that it’s about time for the climax as she doesn't even hesitate to nod and agree and with a single flash of light, you plunge your length slowly inside her. The both of you groaned in the mix of pain and pleasure, as each other’s elements of a great, pleasurable intercourse checks all boxes and it’s just way too euphoric to be true. You now start to ensue such a sluggish pace, moving your hips in tandem with her angelic moans that bless everybody’s ears as you grasp her shoulders for a leverage onto a better quality of your thrusts.

“God—Hyewon, you’re so fucking tight—oh fuck!”

“You’re b-big too, oppa—ahh, oh my—ahh, fuck!!”

As you voice out such intense spikes of pleasure and lustful feeling against each other, Eunbi then voiced how incredible the sight is and how goddamn arousing to watch your length suddenly disappearing inside her wet folds as it hypnotizes her, the slow movements you’re ensuing finally making her realize how hot to watch sex scenes with you are.

“Damn, babe—look at her eyes. She’s starting to see stars at this point, god—also, keep that pace for now babe and Hyewon—” Hyewon then averted her eyes towards Eunbi that just had joined on the bed, feeling too much pleasure and drowsy as Eunbi stroked her hair again, making her feel reassured that she’s taking you well and that alone, makes her plant a smile of satisfaction. “—you’re doing good, okay? Keep that up and it’s only to get better from here.”

She then holds your arms for leverage to fight the pleasure and to further admire the filthy mess that has been created since the time you’ve plunged your entire length in her. The constant jiggles of her buttcheeks and her thighs makes such an arousing sight as it hypnotizes you and to top off with that, her cunt spills her treasured nectar very often that it’s getting much easier to thrust inside her in an incredible pace and of course, to coat the vicinity of your nether regions with Hyewon’s own fluids. With a newly-profound pace, you kept your mind clouded onto giving her such a spectacular feeling as every thrust does wonder on both your brains, mostly Hyewon’s since it has been a while since she had one and god, the faces she makes and the eye contact she does whenever you withdraw, and then slammed back in her is alluring and arousing.

With a paramount of an erotic sight being done thanks for the both of you, Eunbi can’t even help herself from getting turned on and decided to take this as an opportunity to derive pleasure from it. You didn’t even see Eunbi, nor even sense her stripping her clothing as you’re too busy giving Hyewon such hammering thrusts that makes her escape more alluring and sexy moans that just add up to the gasoline of the flames of lust inside you. Because of your rampant oscillations, Hyewon couldn’t contain anything as she’s on the verge of screaming because of the incredible surge of pleasure running down on her. She then wrapped her legs all around your waist in order to lock in with your thrusts and to not pull out, wanting her cunt constantly rammed in with your whole length as the wet squelching of it even adds to the symphony of erotic sounds that became music to each other’s ears.

With such a sinful sight of event turning into a pandemonium of filthy events and cacophonous sounds of moans and groans, it wouldn’t take long for the room to get heated up onto its hottest state as the constant clashing of bodies became apparent and made such a big difference. You didn’t even got the chance to know if Eunbi is still there on your back, watching the both of you—maybe even her presence alone—as you became so invested with Hyewon’s tight cunt that you could literally fuck her for days.

Well, that could be possible but we don’t know if Eunbi can even agree on that, or maybe even Hyewon herself.

“Fuck m-me harder, oppa—please—fuck!!”

You then double the efforts of your thrusts as her legs pull you even closer towards hers, initiating an intimate kiss that made her realize how she’s been deprived of this and how badly she wanted this. You immediately reciprocate onto the kiss as Eunbi even encourages the both of you to up the ante of the liplock, now sharing such intimacy and torrid pecks that further heats up the environment of this puny room.

“Love how his lips feel, Hyewon?” Eunbi asks with a smirk painting her face and eagerly, Hyewon nodded as it became the immediate response from hers as they completely indulge into the intimacy of the kiss but eventually, they pull out because of the oxygen running out. You didn’t waste time as you came back to your original pace, withdrawing with only the tip inside and then slamming back in, making her whimper in need and the utmost pleasure. You then thrust in her hard enough for your balls to slap against her constantly clenching puckered hole as you eye onto it, wanting that to be the next target as the thought of railing her from behind and fucking her ass is such an arousing though—well, you should probably focus on further onslaught of harsh thrusts into Hyewon’s wet, tight hole begging for another load because of its constant clenches.

You know how close she is as Eunbi can sense it too—her constant whimper in need and her eyes begging to sully her are one of the strongest evidences that someone fully-indulge themselves onto their own carnal desires and soon enough, she will be gifted because you can feel that familiar sensation in your loins knocking onto the door of your damn, about to break it apart and let everything loose again.

“Fuck her harder, baby—she’s about to cum and look at her—fuck, you look so fucking hot getting fucked into oblivion, Hyewon.”

Hyewon can’t really articulate to say anything now as the pleasure she’s been experiencing is on it's all-time high—you couldn’t blame her and neither can Eunbi: herself getting pounded into an absolute state of bliss is an evident reason for her unable to think straight and knowing the inevitable will soon come, you gave her the best final thrusts your hips can muster.

“Oppa—I’m g-gonna c-cum—ahh, fuck!!”

“God—m-me too, Hyewon—fuck, this pussy is—ahh, fuck!”

Eunbi is in utter shock, is surprised with two things—she didn’t think that Hyewon would last this long with an incredible dick of yours and second and this is where she was genuinely surprised, is the fact that you’re going to cum pretty earlier than what she expected.

Enough of that talk, with a few more thrusts, Hyewon immediately moaned out beautifully as she voices her euphoric high, creaming onto your cock like it’s her last as her thighs quiver in every spasm she does when attaining her orgasm. Her nectar immediately coated everything in its vicinity: the bed sheets, your balls, your constantly-pumping length and both of your thighs and clearly too arousing to handle and it’s such a sight to behold and treasure. Your high, didn’t come late as she locks her legs around your waist, wanting you to fill her up to the hilt as you do so, burying your entire length in her as you let out series of pleasure-laced moans and of course, shooting thick shots of your seed inside her tight, velvety cunt. You could just feel yourself submerging onto the euphoric state of bliss, the highest amongst all gratification as you can’t comprehend how good it felt and after it slowly died, you slowly pulled out of her tightness and watch your hard work seep out of her freshly-fucked pussy.

“God—t-that was a lot, babe…”

After comprehending the sudden pleasure you just indulge yourself into, you then quickly come back to your senses as when you’re going to apologize, Hyewon interrupts you with a reassuring smile as she wanted this all along.

“Don’t w-worry, oppa—I wanted this and I took a pill before t-this.”

So, she knew this may work long ago? Why did Eunbi get to make it clandestine against you?—These thoughts wander around your brain yet dismiss them as soon as you see how a show-stopper Hyewon’s sight is: completely ruined, a disheveled mess and enervated because of your own doings. Knowing how great Hyewon took you in, Eunbi smiled at her proudly, happy for her to experience such an elevating act that’s more than greatness thanks to you.

“It feels good right, Hyewon?”

“Yeah, u-unnie—hah, oppa’s so good…” Hyewon exasperatedly voiced out how great the session was as she fell limp, recovering from her recent high all achieved thanks to you. Eunbi then smiled at you with glee because of what you gave her friend for and she’s happy that everybody’s needs has been fulfilled yet of course, Eunbi herself wouldn’t just be the audience of your own show, she would like to be the part of it and there’s no better feeling in the whole world rather than fulfilling such needs of these hot women in front of you and maybe, it’s just going to get better from here.

“You can lay down, Hyewon and watch us—” Eunbi undresses her clothes swiftly as she brushes her hair hubristically as her confidence peaks off the roof. “—because I’ll show you how real freaks get to fuck each other.”

Well, of course, it’ll end up here and like you said earlier, the night is still young and with that being said, maybe everything is just going to get better from here as there’s more opportunities up your sleeves and it will all start within somebody.

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Between Two Hearts

Pairing : Modern!Aegon Targaryen x Female!Tutor x Modern!Aemond Targaryen.

Chapter Summary : You are the best student in your class, your life is going smoothly until finally your teacher asks you to tutor two siblings who seem to need your help. And after that your world turns 180 degrees.

You were the brightest student in your class, the one everyone knew by name. Professors admired your dedication, and your classmates either envied or respected you. Life at university felt predictable, smooth, and devoid of complications. You thrived in your academic bubble, surrounded by books and an unshakable routine.

That morning started like any other. You were in the library, poring over a thick volume on advanced mathematics, when the campus intercom crackled to life. You've been called to the dean's office.

Heads turned in your direction, and a hush fell over the room. You felt a mix of confusion and anxiety. Being summoned to the dean’s office was never casual, especially not over the loudspeaker.

Clutching your bag, you made your way through the sprawling campus, your mind racing with possibilities. Had you done something wrong? Was it about a scholarship? Or worse, a mistake in your records?

The secretary outside the dean’s office greeted you with a polite smile. “Go right in. The dean is waiting for you.”

You pushed open the heavy oak door, stepping into the spacious office. Otto sat behind his desk, a man of imposing stature with an air of authority. He looked up as you entered, his sharp eyes glinting in the sunlight streaming through the windows.

“Ah, Please, take a seat,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from him.

You sat down cautiously, folding your hands in your lap. “Dean Otto, is something the matter?”

He smiled, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Not at all. In fact, this is about an opportunity—one I believe you are uniquely suited for.”

You tilted your head, intrigued but wary. “An opportunity?”

He leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers. “My grandsons, Aegon and Aemond, have recently transferred to this city and will be attending the preparatory academy nearby. However, their transition has been…challenging. They require a tutor, someone exceptional, to help them catch up and excel in their studies.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “You’re asking me to tutor them?”

“Precisely,” he said with a nod. “Your academic record speaks for itself, and your professors have spoken highly of your discipline and intelligence. I believe you are the perfect candidate for this role.”

You hesitated. It was an unexpected request, and you weren’t sure how to respond. “Dean, I’m honored, but I already have a full schedule. Between my coursework, research, and other commitments, I’m not sure I have the time to—”

“I understand your reservations,” he interrupted smoothly, “but I assure you, this arrangement would come with substantial benefits. A generous stipend, full access to the resources at our institution, and, of course, my personal recommendation for any future endeavors.”

The offer was tempting, almost too good to be true. But something about the situation felt…complicated. “May I ask why you’re looking for a tutor outside the academy itself? Surely they have resources available?”

Otto’s expression darkened slightly. “My grandsons are…unique. Aegon is bright but unfocused, prone to distraction. Aemond, on the other hand, is exceptionally driven but struggles with interpersonal relationships. They require someone patient, adaptable, and skilled enough to challenge them intellectually.”

You nodded slowly, considering his words. “What subjects would I be tutoring them in?”

“Primarily history, literature, and mathematics,” he replied. “But there may be moments when they need guidance beyond academics. I trust that you’ll be able to handle that.”

You hesitated again, weighing your options. It was a significant responsibility, but it also sounded like a challenge worthy of your skills. “I’d like to meet them first, if that’s possible.”

Otto’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Of course. They’re waiting outside.”

He pressed a button on his desk, and the door opened moments later. Two young men walked in, their presence commanding the room immediately.

The first, Aegon, had a disheveled charm about him. His silver-blonde hair was slightly messy, and his easy smile hinted at a playful, carefree attitude. He leaned casually against the doorframe, his bright eyes scanning you with curiosity.

The second, Aemond, was the exact opposite. His posture was rigid, his expression serious, and his sharp gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made you straighten in your chair.

“So, you’re the genius they’ve been talking about,” Aegon said, his tone teasing. “You don’t look so scary.”

You raised an eyebrow, meeting his smirk with a calm expression. “And you don’t look like you need a tutor. But appearances can be deceiving.”

Aegon chuckled, clearly amused, while Aemond’s lips twitched in what might have been approval.

Otto cleared his throat. “Miss, these are my grandsons. Boys, this is the young lady who may be taking on the monumental task of educating you.”

“It’s not monumental if she knows what she’s doing,” Aemond said curtly, his voice cool and precise.

Your eyes met his, and for a moment, the room felt charged. “I assure you, I do.”

Otto clapped his hands together, breaking the tension. “Excellent. I’ll leave the three of you to get acquainted. Let me know your decision by tomorrow, Miss”

As the dean left the room, you turned to face Aegon and Aemond fully. This wasn’t going to be easy, but something about the challenge intrigued you.

“Alright,” you said, your voice firm. “If I take this on, we’re going to set some ground rules. First, I’m here to help you succeed, not to babysit. Agreed?”

Aegon grinned, clearly entertained. “Agreed.”

Aemond gave a small nod, his gaze unwavering. “Agreed.”

You took a deep breath. This was the beginning of something entirely new—something that might change your life in ways you couldn’t yet imagine.

You looked at the two men standing before you, ensuring your tone was calm yet authoritative as you began to lay down the rules.

“Alright,” you said firmly. “If I take this position, I will tutor you every day starting tomorrow from six in the evening until nine at night. That means you must be prepared and on time—no excuses for being late.”

Aegon, who had been leaning casually against the wall, raised an eyebrow. “Three hours every day? Are you trying to torture us or something?”

You met his comment with a blank stare, letting the silence speak for itself. He chuckled under his breath and folded his arms, clearly amused.

Aemond, on the other hand, gave a small nod, his sharp gaze steady. “That sounds reasonable. What about the weekends?”

“On weekends,” you continued, “I will conduct tests to evaluate your progress. These won’t just be written exams; they’ll include presentations, discussions, or any form of assessment relevant to what we’ve covered during the week. So, I expect both of you to come prepared.”

Aegon frowned. “Tests? Every weekend? What is this, a military academy?”

You turned your sharp gaze to him, your tone unwavering. “My goal is to help you master the material as thoroughly as possible. If you want to succeed, you’ll need discipline and effort. If that’s too much for you, let me know now, and I’ll gladly walk away.”

Aegon’s playful smirk faltered slightly, and he muttered under his breath, “Fine, fine. I get it.”

Aemond, meanwhile, looked at you with something that almost resembled respect. “Understood. We’ll be ready.”

You gave them both a curt nod. “Good. Then I’ll see you both tomorrow at six sharp. Don’t waste my time, and I won’t waste yours.”

With that, you gathered your things and left the room, your confidence unwavering. As you walked away, you couldn’t help but wonder what challenges the two brothers would bring—and how you would overcome them.

Before you could step out of the room, Aegon’s voice stopped you.

“Wait,” he called out, his tone unusually serious. You turned around, raising an eyebrow as he continued. “If you’re going to teach us, it might be better if you do it at our house. Less noise, fewer distractions.”

You hesitated, considering his suggestion. Teaching them in their home might indeed provide a more focused environment, but it also meant stepping into unfamiliar territory. Before you could respond, Aemond chimed in, his voice steady and composed.

“It’s practical,” he said, stepping closer. “You won’t have to worry about transportation. Our driver will pick you up and take you home every day, as long as you agree.”

You studied Aemond’s expression. His tone wasn’t demanding, but there was an air of expectation in his words. Aegon, standing behind him, smirked as if he already assumed you’d say yes.

“It’s… an interesting idea,” you admitted, crossing your arms. “But teaching at your home would mean I’d need a proper setup. A quiet space, the right materials, and absolutely no interruptions.”

“Done,” Aegon said with a wave of his hand. “You’ll have everything you need. We’ll make sure of it.”

You narrowed your eyes slightly, still uncertain. “And I’ll need your full cooperation. That means no skipping sessions, no distractions, and no excuses.”

Aemond nodded firmly. “You’ll have it.”

After a moment’s thought, you sighed. “Alright. If this arrangement helps you focus better, I’ll do it. But the moment it becomes a problem, we’re switching back to campus sessions.”

“Fair enough,” Aegon said with a grin. “See you tomorrow, then.”

You nodded and turned to leave, this time without interruption. As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t help but feel that this decision would change the dynamic between you and the two brothers in ways you hadn’t yet anticipated.

The next day, after finishing your last class, you packed your things and headed toward the front of the campus. The sky was painted in hues of orange and pink, and the cool evening air felt refreshing. As you walked, a sudden thought hit you, and you lightly smacked your forehead.

How could you have forgotten to ask for Aegon or Aemond’s number? You had no idea how they planned to coordinate your ride, and now you were left wondering if the arrangement was even real.

Just as you were debating whether to go back to your dorm or wait a little longer, a sleek black car pulled up in front of you. The windows were tinted, but as the passenger-side window rolled down, you were greeted by Aegon’s familiar smirk.

“Well, don’t just stand there,” he said, leaning slightly out of the window. “Get in.”

You hesitated for a split second, scanning the car. Aemond was seated on the other side of the back seat, his usual composed expression fixed firmly on you. He gave you a slight nod, his sharp features illuminated by the glow of the streetlights.

Realizing this was the ride they’d promised, you exhaled and stepped forward, opening the car door. Sliding into the seat next to Aemond, you carefully adjusted your bag on your lap and glanced between the two brothers.

“Didn’t think to text me or call,” you said, a hint of teasing in your voice as you looked at Aegon.

“You didn’t ask for our numbers,” Aegon replied smoothly, grinning. “Figured I’d save you the trouble and just show up.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t suppress a small smile. “Well, thanks for not leaving me stranded.”

Aemond, sitting silently beside you, finally spoke. “We’re punctual. You’ll find that we’re serious about this arrangement.”

His tone was measured, but you couldn’t help but sense an undertone of challenge. You nodded, meeting his gaze. “Good. I’d hate to waste my time if you weren’t.”

The car fell into a comfortable silence as it pulled away from the campus, the hum of the engine filling the space. Aegon leaned back in his seat, casually scrolling through his phone, while Aemond sat upright, his attention shifting occasionally toward the passing scenery.

It wasn’t long before the car turned onto a wide, gated driveway, leading to an imposing mansion that seemed to blend old-world charm with modern luxury. You swallowed hard, realizing that this tutoring arrangement might be more than you’d anticipated—not just academically but socially as well.

As the car came to a stop, Aegon turned to you with his signature grin. “Welcome to our humble home, professor. Let’s see if you’re ready for the challenge.”

You smirked back, unbuckling your seatbelt. “The real question is, are you?”

Aemond opened the door and stepped out first, gesturing for you to follow. “Let’s get started,” he said simply, his tone leaving no room for argument.

This was going to be an interesting evening, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was only the beginning.

As you began your first lesson on history, you could already feel the difference in how Aegon and Aemond were approaching the material. Aemond, with his sharp focus and intensity, absorbed the information quickly, nodding in understanding as you explained key historical events. He made occasional notes, and you could see his mind working as he processed each fact.

Aegon, however, was a different story. He lounged lazily in his chair, barely looking at the textbook in front of him. Instead, he seemed to be more interested in tapping his pen against the desk, glancing out the window, and occasionally smirking at Aemond’s serious demeanor.

You tried to remain calm, but as the minutes passed and Aegon’s lack of attention became more apparent, your patience began to wear thin. You paused mid-sentence, turning to face him directly.

“Aegon,” you said, your voice firm, “can you please focus? This isn’t a joke. We’re here to learn, not play around.”

Aegon finally looked at you, a playful grin still tugging at his lips. “Oh, come on. History’s boring. It’s just a bunch of dates and old battles. Not my thing.”

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your composure. “Well, whether you like it or not, this is part of your education. I won’t tolerate distractions. If you can’t focus, you might as well leave now.”

His grin faded slightly, and Aegon leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “Alright, alright. I’ll focus.” He picked up his pen, though his lack of enthusiasm was evident.

Aemond, who had been silently observing, spoke up in his usual calm tone. “You should listen to her. If you want to pass, you’ll need to take this seriously.”

You nodded in agreement, turning back to Aegon. “I don’t expect you to be thrilled about history, but I do expect you to give it your full attention. We’re only going to move forward if both of you are engaged in the lesson. Got it?”

Aegon sighed dramatically but finally nodded. “Fine. I’m in. History it is.”

With that, you resumed the lesson, feeling a little more confident that Aegon had finally committed to paying attention. However, you knew this was only the beginning, and you were determined to make sure both of them took this tutoring seriously.

You glanced at your watch, noticing the time. “Alright,” you said, letting out a small sigh. “We’ll take a short break. Let’s reconvene in ten minutes.”

Aegon stretched in his chair, clearly relieved to have a moment to relax. He leaned back, casually crossing his arms behind his head, and turned to Aemond. Without missing a beat, Aegon began speaking in Valyrian, his voice low and almost teasing. You had learned Valyrian during your studies, and although you weren’t fluent, you could understand enough to catch their conversation.

“Do you think she’ll actually be able to keep us in line?” Aegon asked, his voice dripping with amusement. “She seems so… serious. A little too serious for my liking.”

Aemond’s response was calm and deliberate, his tone far more measured than Aegon’s. “She has to be serious. This is no game, Aegon. If she wants to teach us, she’ll make us work for it. We might as well take it seriously if we want to get anything out of this.”

Aegon chuckled, clearly unconcerned. “Work? Maybe. But I don’t think she’ll last long. I mean, she’s already a bit… intense. I can see her breaking eventually.”

Aemond didn’t respond immediately, his gaze fixed on the pages of the history book in front of him. “I wouldn’t be so quick to judge. She’s sharp. She knows what she’s doing. Besides, if she leaves, we’ll just have to find someone else to replace her.”

Aegon made a playful noise, but you could sense his doubt in his voice. “Well, I guess we’ll see. But I still don’t think she’s the right fit for this.”

You couldn’t help but feel a small knot of irritation form in your stomach as you overheard their conversation. Aegon’s dismissive attitude and Aemond’s cool detachment only fueled the fire in you to prove them wrong. They might think you were just another tutor who’d give up, but you weren’t about to let them get away with underestimating you.

You took a deep breath, preparing to stand up from your seat. You’d show them that you were serious about this, no matter how much they doubted you. The break was almost over, and you weren’t going to let their dismissive words affect you.

“You know,” you said, cutting through their conversation in Valyrian, “If you’re done making assumptions, we can continue with the lesson. I’d rather not waste time.”

Both brothers turned to you, their expressions momentarily frozen. Aegon blinked, surprised that you understood, while Aemond looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“You understood all of that?” Aegon asked, a bit taken aback.

You gave them a small, confident smile. “I understand enough.”

Aemond raised an eyebrow, though he didn’t say anything. Instead, he simply nodded and returned to the task at hand.

“You’re right,” he said quietly. “Let’s get back to it.”

Aegon shifted uncomfortably in his seat, no longer daring to speak so casually. “Yeah, sure. No more distractions.”

You stood up, gathering the materials and setting the tone for the rest of the session. It was clear to you now that the challenge ahead wasn’t just about their education—it was about earning their respect, something you were more than willing to fight for.

The next lesson you introduced was literature, and this time, the atmosphere in the room felt noticeably different. Aegon and Aemond both seemed more focused, their earlier antics set aside. You began by discussing a classic text, carefully breaking down its themes, symbolism, and historical context.

To your surprise, they paid attention, their expressions indicating genuine interest. Occasionally, Aegon leaned forward, scribbling notes in the margins of his notebook, while Aemond’s sharp eyes stayed fixed on you, as if he were analyzing not just the lesson but the way you presented it.

“You mentioned that the protagonist’s internal struggle mirrors the political turmoil of their time,” Aemond said, breaking the silence. “But wouldn’t you say that their personal flaws play a greater role in their downfall?”

You paused, slightly impressed by the depth of his observation. “That’s an excellent point, Aemond,” you said with a small smile. “The protagonist’s flaws do contribute significantly to their downfall. However, the external pressures of their environment can’t be ignored. It’s the interplay between their personal weaknesses and external forces that makes their story so compelling.”

Aegon, who had been silent for a while, suddenly chimed in. “But doesn’t that make the story predictable? I mean, if we know they’re doomed from the start, why bother?”

You turned to him, appreciating the question. “It’s not about the ending, Aegon. It’s about the journey. Even if we know the character is doomed, we learn something from the choices they make along the way. That’s what great literature does—it holds a mirror to our own lives and forces us to reflect on our decisions.”

Aegon leaned back in his chair, nodding slowly. “I guess that makes sense. So, it’s not just about what happens to them, but why it happens.”

“Exactly,” you said, glad to see him engaged.

The session continued with both brothers actively participating. Aegon asked questions that often veered into broader, more philosophical territory, while Aemond’s inquiries were precise and rooted in the text. Their dynamic created a lively discussion that kept the lesson flowing smoothly.

By the time you wrapped up, you felt a sense of accomplishment. They had not only paid attention but had also engaged with the material on a deeper level.

“Well,” Aegon said, closing his notebook with a satisfied sigh. “I never thought literature could be… interesting. You might actually be good at this, professor.”

Aemond gave a small nod of agreement, though his expression remained neutral. “You explain things well. I can see why our grandfather recommended you.”

“Thank you,” you said, genuinely pleased. “I’m glad to see you both getting into it. Let’s keep this momentum going for the next session.”

As they walked you out of the study, Aegon turned to you with a smirk. “So, what’s next on the syllabus? Something as exciting as this?”

You chuckled. “We’ll see. But I’m warning you now—if I catch you slacking again, you’re getting extra assignments.”

Aegon groaned dramatically, while Aemond allowed himself the faintest of smirks. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you headed back home, feeling more confident that this arrangement might just work out after all.

As the sleek black car came to a stop in front of your home, you gathered your belongings and prepared to step out. The evening had gone better than you expected, and you felt a sense of accomplishment from the progress you’d made with Aegon and Aemond.

Just as you reached for the door handle, Aegon leaned forward from his seat, his smirk as ever present. “Hey, before you go, we’re going to need your number.”

You turned to look at him, slightly surprised. “My number?”

Aemond, sitting beside him with his usual calm demeanor, nodded. “It’s practical. In case there are any changes to the schedule or we need clarification on something before a session.”

Aegon grinned. “Or, you know, if I need to ask for help on some extra assignments you might be planning to throw at me.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled. “Alright, fair enough.” You quickly recited your number, and both of them entered it into their phones.

“Great,” Aegon said, holding up his phone triumphantly. “Now you can’t ignore us if we need you.”

“I could,” you teased, stepping out of the car. “But I won’t. Just don’t abuse it, alright?”

Aegon gave you a mock salute. “No promises.”

Aemond, on the other hand, simply nodded. “We’ll see you tomorrow. Don’t be late.”

You raised an eyebrow at his tone. “I could say the same to you two.”

As the car pulled away, you stood there for a moment, watching it disappear down the street. With a small smile, you turned and headed inside your home, ready to prepare for the next day’s challenges.

The next morning, you let out a low growl of frustration as you rummaged around your bedside table. You could have sworn you’d left your glasses there the previous night, but now they were nowhere to be found. You checked under the bed, on your desk, and even the floor, but they had seemingly vanished.

“Where could they possibly be?” you muttered to yourself, glancing at the clock. Panic crept in as you realized you were already running late for your first class

With no time to keep searching, you grabbed your contact lenses instead. You rarely wore them—they were always a hassle—but today, they would have to do. After a few frustrating minutes of struggling to get them in, you finally managed and hurriedly grabbed your bag.

Rushing out the door, you mentally kicked yourself for not being more organized. By the time you reached campus, your class had already started. You slipped into the lecture hall as quietly as possible, praying no one noticed your tardiness.

The day moved along in a blur as you tried to shake off the rocky start. By the time the afternoon rolled around, you were finally starting to feel like yourself again. Then your phone buzzed.

Aegon: “Are you always this disorganized, professor? Forgot your glasses?”

Your eyes widened in surprise. How did he know? You quickly typed back a reply.

You: “How do you even know about that?”

A few moments later, another text came in.

Aegon: “Lucky guess. Or maybe someone told me. 😉 See you at 6.”

Shaking your head, you couldn’t decide if you were more annoyed or amused. Typical Aegon. At least tonight’s lesson would give you a chance to focus on something other than your hectic morning.

You stood by the campus gate, checking your phone for the time. You had already messaged Aegon and Aemond, letting them know you were waiting. The plan was simple: they’d pick you up in their usual sleek car. But as you glanced up, the distant roar of a motorcycle engine caught your attention.

The black motorcycle came to a smooth stop right in front of you. You froze, confused, until the rider took off their helmet.

“Aegon?” you asked, stunned. His silver-blond hair was slightly messy from the helmet, and he wore a smug grin.

“Surprise,” he said, casually hanging the helmet on the handlebars. “The driver took the day off, so I decided to pick you up myself. Cool, right?”

You crossed your arms, raising an eyebrow. “This wasn’t exactly the plan. Where’s Aemond?”

Aegon shrugged, completely unbothered. “He’s at home, probably buried in a book or something. He didn’t feel like coming along, so you’re stuck with me today.”

You glanced at the motorcycle and then back at him. “I don’t know, Aegon. This feels… unsafe.”

He rolled his eyes and gestured to the spare helmet strapped to the back of the bike. “Relax, professor. I’m a great rider. Plus, I brought a helmet for you. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

You hesitated, looking at your phone as if it would magically offer a better option. But you were running out of time, and standing there debating wouldn’t help. Finally, you sighed and grabbed the spare helmet.

“Fine,” you muttered. “But if anything happens, it’s on you.”

Aegon smirked as you climbed onto the bike behind him. “Don’t worry. I’ll get you there in one piece. Just hold on tight.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist reluctantly, trying not to think about how awkward this felt. As the engine roared to life, Aegon turned his head slightly.

“Ready?” he called over the noise.

“Not really,” you replied, but he took off before you could say anything else.

The wind whipped past your face as Aegon expertly navigated through the streets. Despite your initial reluctance, you couldn’t deny that the ride was exhilarating. For a moment, you even forgot about your hectic morning.

When you finally arrived at their house, Aegon stopped the bike and turned to you with a grin. “See? Told you it’d be fine.”

You pulled off the helmet, trying to smooth your hair back into place. “Next time, let me know in advance,” you said, your tone half-serious, half-teasing.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he replied, winking before leading you toward the house.

Aemond was waiting at the door when you entered, raising an eyebrow at the sight of you holding a motorcycle helmet. “I assume Aegon picked you up,” he said dryly.

“You assume correctly,” you replied, handing the helmet back to Aegon.

“Well,” Aegon said with a laugh, “now we’re all here. Let’s get started, professor.”

As you walked toward the study room, you couldn’t help but think that this tutoring job was turning out to be far more unpredictable than you had anticipated.

You walked ahead of Aegon and Aemond, stepping into the study room with your lesson plan in hand. But as you entered, you froze. Sitting elegantly on the sofa at the far end of the room was a woman, her posture straight and her demeanor commanding. Her midnight-brown hair and striking features immediately gave her away.

You hadn’t expected an audience.

Before you could react, Aegon and Aemond entered behind you. The moment they saw her, they both stopped, their expressions shifting to confusion.

“Mother?” Aemond said, his tone a mixture of curiosity and mild irritation. “What are you doing here?”

Aegon, on the other hand, crossed his arms with a groan. “You never come to this side of the house. What’s the occasion?”

The woman—clearly their mother—didn’t seem fazed by their reactions. Instead, her piercing gaze shifted from her sons to you.

“I wanted to see for myself the person entrusted with educating my sons,” she said, her tone calm but undeniably sharp. “You’re young. Perhaps too young to be trusted with something so important.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you forced yourself to stay composed. You had faced scrutiny before, and this wouldn’t be the first time someone questioned your abilities based on your age.

“Mother,” Aemond interjected, stepping forward, his voice firmer now. “She’s doing her job well. You don’t need to question her.”

Alicent raised an eyebrow at him but didn’t respond immediately. Instead, she looked back at you, her expression unreadable. “You may have impressed my father, but this is different. My sons require not just instruction but discipline, guidance, and maturity. Are you truly capable of that?”

You straightened your posture, meeting her gaze with quiet confidence. “I understand your concern, maam. I may be young, but I take my responsibilities seriously. My goal is to ensure your sons succeed, and I’m fully committed to that.”

Aegon chuckled softly from behind you. “She’s got guts, I’ll give her that,” he muttered.

Alicent’s eyes flicked to him, narrowing slightly. “And you would do well to respect her time and efforts. If she’s here to help you, don’t waste it.”

Aegon held up his hands in mock surrender. “Alright, alright. Message received.”

Turning her attention back to you, Alicent rose gracefully from the sofa. “Very well,” she said. “I will observe today’s session. Prove to me that you’re as capable as you claim to be.”

You hesitated briefly but then nodded. “Of course, maam. Please, feel free to stay.”

As you began the lesson, you were acutely aware of Alicent’s eyes on you. She sat silently, her presence adding a layer of tension to the room. Aemond followed along diligently, as he always did, while Aegon seemed to be on his best behavior for once—likely because of his mother’s watchful gaze.

You stayed composed, answering their questions with precision and adapting to their differing learning styles. As the session progressed, even Alicent seemed to soften slightly, her expression less critical and more thoughtful.

When you finally wrapped up, Alicent stood, smoothing her dress. “You did well,” she said, her tone still formal but less cutting. “I’ll allow this arrangement to continue—for now.”

Aegon let out a dramatic sigh of relief. “Thank the gods.”

Aemond shot him a warning look before turning to his mother. “Is that all, Mother? We’d like to continue without interruptions.”

Alicent gave him a sharp look but said nothing further. She turned to leave but paused at the doorway. “Don’t disappoint me,” she said to both her sons—and perhaps to you as well—before walking out.

Once she was gone, the tension in the room seemed to lift.

“Well, that was fun,” Aegon said, stretching lazily. “I think she likes you. Or at least, she doesn’t hate you.”

You exhaled deeply, finally allowing yourself to relax. “That’s… progress, I suppose.”

Aemond nodded approvingly. “You handled her well. Let’s get back to work.”

With the drama behind you, you dove back into the lesson, determined to keep proving yourself—not just to Alicent, but to everyone else who doubted you.

The lesson resumed, and this time, the focus shifted to mathematics. You were a little surprised to see Aegon perk up as soon as you began explaining the basics of today’s topic. He leaned forward in his chair, actually paying attention, which was a stark contrast to his usual distracted demeanor.

“This is way better than history or literature,” Aegon muttered, scribbling down notes as you worked through a few problems on the whiteboard. “At least numbers make sense.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “I didn’t think you’d enjoy math this much. Usually, students find it… less appealing.”

Aegon shrugged, a small grin tugging at his lips. “It’s straightforward. You solve the problem, and you get an answer. No overthinking or guessing. Just logic.”

Aemond, who was already solving a more advanced equation in his notebook, glanced at his brother. “I never thought I’d see the day when you’d willingly engage with something academic.”

“Don’t ruin it, Aemond,” Aegon shot back, smirking. “Maybe I’m just smarter than you give me credit for.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Alright, let’s see how smart you are, Aegon. Try solving this one.” You quickly wrote a moderately challenging equation on the board and stepped aside.

Aegon squinted at it, his tongue poking out slightly in concentration as he worked through the problem. Aemond looked over his shoulder, clearly tempted to comment, but he held back.

“Done,” Aegon announced a few moments later, leaning back with a smug expression.

You walked over to check his work, nodding in approval. “That’s correct. Well done, Aegon.”

“See?” he said, throwing a glance at Aemond. “I’m a natural.”

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves,” Aemond replied dryly.

You decided to press on, giving them both a set of practice problems. While Aemond breezed through his work with his usual efficiency, Aegon surprised you again by staying focused and asking thoughtful questions when he got stuck.

“You’re actually good at this,” you said to Aegon as he finished another problem.

He shrugged, a rare hint of modesty in his expression. “I guess I just needed the right teacher.”

The unexpected compliment caught you off guard, and you felt a slight warmth creep up your cheeks. Clearing your throat, you redirected the conversation. “Well, if you keep this up, math might just become your strongest subject.”

“Don’t jinx it,” he replied with a laugh.

By the end of the session, both brothers had made noticeable progress. Aemond, as always, maintained his quiet focus, while Aegon’s newfound enthusiasm for the subject added an unexpected energy to the room.

As you packed up your notes, Aegon leaned back in his chair with a grin. “Math isn’t so bad when you’re not teaching it like a boring old professor.”

You couldn’t help but smile. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Aemond shook his head but said nothing, his lips twitching into a faint smile as he gathered his materials. Despite their differences, it was clear both brothers were growing more comfortable with you as their tutor—and you were determined to keep building on that progress.

As you made your way toward the door, ready to leave for the evening, Alicent’s voice stopped you in your tracks.

“Wait,” she called, her tone firm yet inviting. “Before you go, would you join us for dinner with us?”

You turned around, surprised by the sudden offer. The last thing you had expected was an invitation to dine with their family. You hesitated, unsure. “I appreciate the invitation, Maam, but I should really get going…”

Alicent, ever composed, gave a small wave of her hand. “Please, there’s no need to be so formal. Just call me Alicent. I would like for you to join us.”

Before you could respond, Aegon and Aemond, who had been standing nearby, exchanged a look before Aegon suddenly grabbed your arm, pulling you toward the dining area with a grin.

“Come on,” he said, his tone more playful than persuasive. “It’ll be fine. You’ve been working so hard with us. The least we can do is treat you to dinner.”

Aemond, though quieter than his brother, placed a hand on your other arm, gently guiding you forward. “Mother insists,” he said, his voice calm but steady. “It’s the least you could do.”

Caught between their insistence and Alicent’s soft smile, you found yourself being gently pulled along. Despite the surprise of the invitation, you agreed. “Alright, alright. I’ll stay for dinner.”

Aegon gave a satisfied nod, practically dragging you along. “Great! I promise it won’t be as boring as you think.”

You looked over your shoulder at Alicent, who watched you with a knowing look. “I’ll be sure to join you, Alicent. Thank you for the offer.”

She gave you a brief nod. “Good. Let’s have a pleasant meal.”

As you walked with Aegon and Aemond toward the dining room, you couldn’t help but wonder about the dynamics of this family. Would dinner be more relaxed, or was it another form of subtle observation?

When you entered the dining area, it was grand, yet the atmosphere wasn’t as stiff as you had anticipated. Aegon flopped down at one end of the long table, Aemond taking his usual seat, and you were invited to sit across from Alicent.

Throughout the meal, the conversation was surprisingly lighthearted. Aegon cracked jokes, Aemond contributed when necessary, and Alicent occasionally added her thoughts, though her gaze would flicker to you from time to time.

Despite the formality, there was a sense of ease you hadn’t expected, and you began to feel more at home than you anticipated. Perhaps this wasn’t as intimidating as you had once thought.

As dessert was served, Alicent turned to you with a smile, her demeanor less rigid than when you first met her. “I hope you’ve found this meal enjoyable. It’s rare that we get to spend time together like this without a lot of distractions.”

You smiled back, feeling the warmth of the invitation. “It’s been lovely. Thank you again for having me.”

Aegon grinned. “See? I told you dinner wouldn’t be so bad.”

You chuckled, glancing at Aemond, who gave you a small, approving nod. As the evening wound down, you couldn’t help but feel that this family—despite their quirks and complexities—was beginning to show you a side of themselves that wasn’t all about expectations and pressure.

As you stepped outside, the sound of heavy rain and thunder crashing echoed through the night. You frowned as you looked up at the dark sky, realizing that the storm was no ordinary shower—it was a full-blown storm, and it showed no sign of letting up anytime soon. You sighed softly, glancing at your watch, which read eleven o’clock at night.

It wasn’t safe to leave in such weather, and you had no intention of getting soaked and possibly caught in an accident. Just as you were about to turn back inside, a voice called out to you.

“Is something wrong?” Alicent’s voice rang through the air. She had followed you out to the foyer, and she noticed the conflicted look on your face.

You turned to her, slightly embarrassed. “It’s just… the storm. I didn’t expect it to get this bad. I’m not sure how I’ll make it home in this weather.”

Alicent gave you a measured look, then smiled warmly. “You don’t have to worry about that.” She walked toward you, her tone soft and commanding, as always. “It’s far too dangerous for you to be out there at this hour. Why don’t you stay here for the night? We can have a room prepared for you, and some clothes, too.”

You hesitated for a moment, the thought of staying still new and strange to you. “I don’t want to impose…”

Alicent waved away your concerns. “You won’t be. It’s no trouble at all. I insist. Let my staff prepare a room for you. You’re more than welcome to stay here. I wouldn’t want you out in that storm.”

You looked out the window, the rain slashing against the glass in a relentless wave. It seemed foolish to even consider leaving now.

“Well… if you insist,” you said, giving a small, hesitant smile.

Alicent nodded, satisfied with your response. “Good. I’ll make sure everything is arranged. Please, make yourself comfortable.”

She motioned for one of the servants to prepare a guest room for you. As they went off to carry out her request, she turned back to you. “It’s rare that we have guests stay overnight, but I’m glad it’s you. You’ve been an asset to Aegon and Aemond’s education, and I want to make sure you’re well taken care of.”

You were taken aback by her genuine kindness. “Thank you, Alicent. I didn’t expect… well, I didn’t expect this.”

Alicent smiled, her eyes softening for a moment. “It’s only right. You’ve been working hard with them, and we value that. I also believe a little rest and comfort is just what you need.”

As you followed her into the guest wing of the house, you felt a mixture of gratitude and curiosity. You had never expected your relationship with this family to evolve into something so unexpectedly warm.

The room was prepared quickly, and soon you were handed a set of clothes—comfortable, yet elegant enough for their home. Alicent made sure you had everything you needed, including a warm drink and a tray of snacks.

“Rest well,” she said with a smile, before giving you a polite nod. “We’ll talk more in the morning.”

You settled into the room, taking a deep breath as you prepared for a quiet night, still processing the events of the evening. The storm raged outside, but inside, you felt an unexpected sense of peace. For the first time, you allowed yourself to relax, grateful for the hospitality and the chance to experience a different side of the family you’d been tutoring.

Tomorrow, there would be more lessons, but for tonight, you could enjoy the calm.

You woke up to the sound of heavy rain beating against the windows, the storm still raging outside. The room was quiet and warm, and for a moment, you allowed yourself to just enjoy the calm after last night’s chaos. As you stretched, you heard a soft knock on the door.

“Come in,” you called, your voice still tinged with sleep.

A servant entered, carrying a fresh set of clothes in their arms. “Good morning, Miss. Madam has requested you join her for breakfast downstairs whenever you are ready,” the servant informed you politely.

You smiled, nodding in acknowledgment. “Thank you.”

The servant placed the clothes on the chair beside the bed, then left you to change. After freshening up, you took a moment to look out the window again. The storm was as fierce as it had been the night before, with no signs of slowing down. It made you thankful that Alicent had insisted on you staying the night.

Once you were dressed, you made your way downstairs, finding the dining room bathed in soft, warm light. Alicent was already seated at the table, a delicate smile on her face as she looked up at you.

“Good morning,” she greeted, her tone calm and welcoming. “I hope you slept well.”

“I did, thank you,” you replied, offering a smile as you took a seat opposite her.

The breakfast spread before you was extravagant, with various dishes and pastries arranged neatly on the table. The smell of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, and you couldn’t help but feel a little in awe of the luxury surrounding you.

“I trust the room was comfortable?” Alicent asked as she gestured for you to help yourself to the food.

“Yes, it was lovely. Thank you for your hospitality,” you said, picking up a plate and serving yourself some fruit and eggs.

Alicent nodded, her gaze thoughtful. “It’s the least I can do. You’ve been very dedicated to Aegon and Aemond’s studies, and I appreciate your efforts.”

You looked up at her, a bit surprised by the sincerity in her voice. “It’s been a pleasure. They both have potential, and I’m happy to help them.”

She smiled, clearly pleased by your response. “I’ve noticed. But I also know it’s not always easy with them. Aegon can be a handful, and Aemond… well, he’s not always the most forthcoming.”

You chuckled lightly, not wanting to give too much away. “They both have their strengths and weaknesses, but that’s what makes them interesting to teach.”

Alicent’s eyes softened as she watched you. “I’m glad to hear that. It’s important to me that they not only learn from books but also from life. That’s why I want you to be more than just a tutor to them.”

You blinked, taken aback by her words. “More than just a tutor?”

She nodded, her expression thoughtful. “I want you to be a mentor, a friend for them. Guide them, not just in academics, but in how they approach the world. Aegon… he needs someone to challenge him, and Aemond needs someone to help him open up.”

You felt a weight settle on your shoulders at her request. It wasn’t just about teaching anymore; it was about shaping their lives in a way that went beyond the classroom. You weren’t sure if you were ready for that, but you knew Alicent was sincere.

“I’ll do my best,” you said after a moment, your voice steady.

Alicent smiled, clearly pleased with your response. “I know you will. And for now, enjoy your breakfast. The storm is still strong, so you can stay here as long as needed. When it clears, we can discuss more about your role here.”

You nodded, taking a bite of your breakfast. As you ate, you couldn’t help but wonder what the future would hold for you, now that you had been pulled deeper into this family’s life. It was clear Alicent had a vision for you—one that went far beyond tutoring.

You heard the sound of footsteps descending the stairs, and moments later, Aegon appeared in the doorway, looking slightly disheveled, his hair messy as though he had just woken up. Behind him, Aemond stood with his usual composed demeanor, already dressed neatly, his expression neutral as he glanced in your direction.

Both of them stopped in their tracks when they saw you sitting at the table with Alicent. It was clear they hadn’t expected you to still be here. Aegon raised an eyebrow in surprise.

“You’re still here?” Aegon asked, his voice still heavy with sleep. His tone was casual, though there was a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Aemond, ever more reserved, narrowed his gaze slightly, his expression unreadable. “I didn’t know you were staying the night.” His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, as though the unexpected sight of you here had caught him off guard.

You smiled politely, feeling a little awkward now that both of them were looking at you so intently. “Yes, the storm last night was so bad, Alicent offered for me to stay here. It seemed safer than trying to make my way home in that weather.”

Aegon nodded, though his lips curled into a slight, teasing grin. “So, you ended up stuck here with us then, huh?”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension easing a little. “I guess so. It wasn’t planned, but I’m glad I was able to stay safely.”

Alicent, noticing the exchange, chimed in before the moment could grow uncomfortable. “It’s no trouble at all. We were happy to have you stay, especially considering the weather. Aegon, Aemond, come sit down and join us for breakfast.”

Aegon shrugged, still half-smiling, and made his way to the table, taking a seat beside you. Aemond followed suit, though his movements were more deliberate, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he, too, sat down.

For a moment, the three of you fell into a comfortable silence as breakfast continued. Aegon, now fully awake, dug into his food with enthusiasm, while Aemond ate more slowly, his gaze occasionally flicking to you.

Aegon broke the silence first, his voice casual but laced with curiosity. “So, what’s the plan for today? I’m assuming we’re still doing our lessons, even with the storm?”

You glanced over at Alicent, who nodded in agreement. “Yes, the lessons will go on as planned. But perhaps we can take a break later, depending on how the weather is. We’ll adjust as needed.”

Aemond, not usually one to voice his thoughts so easily, glanced at you before speaking. “Are you… comfortable here? I didn’t expect you to have stayed overnight.”

You caught the subtle hint of concern in his voice, though his face remained calm. You smiled gently, wanting to put him at ease. “I’m fine, really. It’s been… a nice change of pace.”

Aegon gave you a sly look, clearly amused. “Well, I hope we’re not too much of a shock. It’s not every day we have a guest staying the night.”

You chuckled again, your nerves slowly easing. “It’s fine. You all have been very welcoming. I’m just grateful to be here.”

Aemond and Aegon exchanged a glance, the atmosphere lighter now. For a brief moment, you felt like you weren’t just a tutor in this house, but a part of something that had the potential to become more meaningful.

As breakfast continued, the storm outside began to subside, and with it, the uncertainty of the situation seemed to melt away.

You walked back to the guest room, your mind focused on the lessons you had planned for the day. The quiet of the house made it easier to think, but as you gathered your books and notes, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more happening around you. The storm had passed, leaving the house calm, almost too calm.

With your materials in hand, you made your way toward the study, the room where you normally taught Aegon and Aemond. As you stepped inside, you began to organize your notes, flipping through the pages of the history book and jotting down key points for the lesson. You were so absorbed in preparing that you didn’t immediately notice the sound of footsteps approaching.

When you heard a slight sound behind you, you turned to see Aemond standing in the doorway. His posture was straight, but there was something different in his expression today—his gaze was intense, deeper than usual. He was watching you with an unreadable look, his eyes studying you in a way that made you pause.

For a moment, the air between you felt charged, as though he had something to say but was deciding whether or not to speak.

“Aemond?” you asked softly, wondering if you had missed something or if he was simply waiting for you to acknowledge him.

He didn’t immediately respond, his eyes lingering on you for a few seconds longer before he stepped into the room, closing the door gently behind him.

“I wanted to talk to you,” he said quietly, his voice low and deliberate.

You nodded, setting your notebook down on the desk and meeting his gaze. “Of course, what’s on your mind?”

Aemond hesitated for a moment, his usual calm demeanor flickering with a hint of uncertainty. “You’ve been teaching us for a while now… and I’ve noticed you’ve been spending a lot of time with us, outside of just the lessons.”

You raised an eyebrow slightly, curious where this conversation was heading. “I’m just doing my job. You both have potential, and I’m here to help you reach it.”

Aemond’s gaze softened for just a moment before his expression returned to its usual intensity. “That’s not what I meant.”

You waited for him to continue, feeling a little more nervous now.

“I… I’ve been thinking about how you’ve been with us, how you’ve been so patient, even when we don’t always make things easy,” Aemond said, his voice steady but carrying an unusual sincerity. “I appreciate it, more than you might realize.”

His words took you by surprise. You weren’t used to hearing this kind of openness from him, especially not in the middle of your lessons.

“Aemond…” you started, unsure of how to respond.

He held up a hand, stopping you before you could say more. “I just want you to know that I’m grateful. For your time, for your effort.”

You nodded, unsure of how to express the gratitude you felt for his honesty. “It’s nothing. You both are worth the effort.”

Aemond studied you for a moment longer, his eyes lingering in a way that made your heart race, and for the briefest of moments, you wondered if there was more he wanted to say, but he simply nodded and stepped back toward the door.

“I should let you get back to your work,” he said, though his tone was quieter than usual.

Before you could respond, he turned and left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. His words lingered in your mind, and you couldn’t help but wonder what exactly was behind that look in his eyes. Was he simply showing appreciation, or was there something more to it?

Shaking the thoughts from your head, you focused back on the lesson plans, though now your heart felt a little heavier. You had a feeling this wasn’t the last time Aemond would catch you off guard.

You tried to focus, continuing to write and prepare the lesson for the day. The sound of Aemond’s unexpected visit still lingered in your mind, but you pushed it aside, needing to concentrate on the task at hand. As you scribbled a few more notes, you suddenly heard footsteps approaching again, this time more relaxed and deliberate.

You turned your head to find Aegon standing in the doorway, looking much more put together than before. His hair was neatly styled, and his clothes were far more polished than the previous day. He leaned casually against the chalkboard, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he studied you.

“Still working hard, huh?” Aegon said, his voice playful, almost teasing. He pushed himself off the board, walking toward you with a confident stride. “I thought maybe you’d need a break from all that studying. You know, a bit of company might help.”

His words carried a hint of flirtation, a soft edge to them that made you pause for a moment. You tried to keep your focus, glancing up at him briefly before returning your attention to the notes on the desk. “I’m fine, Aegon. I have a lot to prepare for today.”

He grinned, clearly enjoying the fact that you were trying to keep things professional. He moved closer, now standing beside you, his presence almost overwhelming. “Come on, a little break won’t hurt. You’ve been at this for hours. You deserve some fun too, don’t you think?”

You felt a flush of warmth on your cheeks at his proximity, trying your best to maintain your composure. “I’m here to teach you two, not to have fun,” you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite yourself.

Aegon raised an eyebrow, clearly not satisfied with that response. “Teaching is fun, right? I mean, we’re not exactly the most difficult students, are we?” His tone was light, almost playful, but there was a glint of something more in his eyes.

You sighed, trying to ignore the way his words seemed to make the room feel smaller, more intimate. “I’m just doing my job,” you said, your voice steady even though your heart was beginning to race a little.

He didn’t seem to take that as an answer, though. “Maybe,” he mused, leaning down so his face was closer to yours, his presence more intense. “But I think you deserve more than just work. And I think you’ve earned a little break… with me.”

The way Aegon said it, with that mischievous grin on his face, made it clear that he wasn’t simply referring to a break from your work. For a moment, the tension in the air was thick, and you weren’t sure if he was teasing, flirting, or being serious. His eyes met yours, waiting for a response.

You swallowed, trying to maintain your professional composure despite the situation. “Aegon, you should focus on your studies,” you said, attempting to shift the conversation back to the lesson.

Aegon chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful back-and-forth. “Alright, alright, I’ll leave you to your work. But just know, I’m always around if you need a break.” He straightened up and gave you a wink before stepping back toward the door.

As he left, the room seemed to return to normal, but your heart was still racing. His words and the way he had looked at you left you uncertain about what his intentions were. Was he just playing around, or was there something more to his behavior? You shook your head, trying to focus back on your lesson plans, but Aegon’s presence lingered in the back of your mind.

You glanced at your watch, noticing that it was already 4 PM. Realizing that you had a bit of extra time, you decided to start the lesson a bit earlier than usual. With a quick breath, you grabbed your phone and sent a message to Aegon and Aemond, informing them that you were ready to begin the lesson.

“I’m starting the lesson early today. You can come whenever you’re ready.”

After sending the message, you placed your phone down and began organizing your materials, setting up the room for the session. As you waited, your thoughts wandered briefly to the conversation with Aegon earlier. You pushed it aside, reminding yourself that you had a job to do.

You were halfway through setting up the desk when you heard footsteps approaching the door. You straightened up, feeling a bit of anticipation as the door swung open to reveal Aegon and Aemond walking in. Both looked ready for the lesson, and they gave you a brief nod as they entered.

Aegon flashed a mischievous grin. “You decided to start early today, huh? You must be really eager to teach us,” he said, his tone light and playful.

Aemond, however, didn’t say much. He simply walked past his brother and took his usual seat, his eyes scanning the room as he prepared for the lesson.

“Alright, let’s get started,” you said, giving them both a firm nod. “Today’s lesson will be on the rise and fall of the Valyrian Freehold. I want you both to pay close attention to the details, as this is key to understanding the history of the Targaryens and how we arrived at where we are now.”

Aegon, always the more carefree of the two, leaned back in his chair, clearly ready to listen but also not completely focused. Aemond, on the other hand, was already giving you his full attention, his eyes fixed on your every word.

As you began the lesson, you could tell that Aegon was a bit distracted, his gaze occasionally drifting toward the window. You paused for a moment, glancing at him. “Aegon, focus,” you said with a slight smile. “This is important. History shapes the future.”

He grinned lazily but straightened up. “I’m listening,” he said, though his attention was clearly divided.

You continued, speaking more passionately about the history of the Valyrian Freehold, the dragons, and the catastrophic event that led to the Doom. Aemond’s eyes remained sharp, absorbing the information, while Aegon was slowly getting more engaged, asking the occasional question.

As the lesson progressed, you felt a sense of accomplishment. Despite Aegon’s initial distractions, you could see that both of them were slowly beginning to take the material seriously. Aemond, with his usual intensity, was already diving deep into the complexities of the history, while Aegon was starting to ask more thoughtful questions.

By the time you finished the lesson, you could feel the weight of the day behind you, but a sense of satisfaction lingered as you looked at the two of them. You were making progress, even if the road ahead was filled with distractions and moments of tension.

“Good work today,” you said, closing your notebook. “Let’s review this more in the next session. Aemond, you seemed to grasp it well. Aegon, you made some good points toward the end.”

Aegon smirked, sitting back in his chair. “Well, I try,” he said. “But I think I deserve a little reward for my efforts.”

You raised an eyebrow, unable to hide a small smile. “Let’s see how well you do on the next test first, Aegon.”

Aemond gave you a small nod of approval, looking like he had already moved on to thinking about the next lesson. “Thanks for the lesson,” he said, standing up. “We’ll be ready for the next one.”

With that, the session ended, and as they left the room, you couldn’t help but feel a quiet sense of accomplishment.

You carefully packed up your books and notes, making sure everything was in order before heading to the guest room. The day had been long, and you could feel the weight of exhaustion settling in, but there was a small sense of satisfaction knowing you had managed to teach well despite the distractions.

As you walked toward the guest room, you couldn’t help but think about the lessons from today—especially Aegon’s playful nature and Aemond’s focused demeanor. It was clear they were both bright, but each had his own way of approaching things. Still, you had done your job, and that was all that mattered for now.

When you entered the guest room, you quickly gathered your things, tossing your bag over your shoulder. You paused for a moment to glance around the room, feeling a little strange about leaving this grand house. It had been a strange experience, but also one that gave you a glimpse into a different world.

As you turned to leave, you heard footsteps from the hallway. It was Aegon, walking toward you with a casual, easy smile on his face. “Leaving already?” he asked, his tone light. “We could have a little chat before you go. I mean, you’re always so serious about your lessons. Can’t we have a moment to relax?”

You smiled politely but shook your head. “I really need to get going, Aegon. My mother is probably waiting for me.”

Aegon chuckled, leaning against the doorframe. “You’re always in a rush, huh?” He gave a playful shrug. “Alright, if you have to go, I guess I won’t keep you. But remember, we’re always around if you want to talk or take a break from all that studying.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. “Thanks, Aegon. Maybe another time.”

With that, you finally made your way out of the room and toward the front door, your bag slung over your shoulder. As you stepped outside, the cool air hit your face, and you couldn’t help but feel the weight of the day begin to lift.

You made your way to the front gate, where you were once again greeted by the sound of a car pulling up. The driver who had been sent for you before was there again, and you got in, nodding a quick thanks as he started the engine.

The ride home was quiet, and as you neared your house, you found yourself looking forward to a peaceful evening with your mother. It had been a long day, and you knew she’d be happy to see you home.

When you arrived, your mother was waiting for you, as you had expected. She smiled warmly as you entered, and you couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you. You had missed her, and now that you were back, the stress of the day seemed to melt away.

“How was your day, darling?” she asked, her voice soft and caring as she placed a hand on your shoulder.

You smiled back at her, feeling the weight of the day finally ease. “It was good, Mother. A bit tiring, but good.”

And for the rest of the evening, you allowed yourself to relax, knowing that you’d face another day with Aegon and Aemond tomorrow. But for now, you were happy to be home.

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ghostgirl-22 · 4 months ago

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stanford era art having a bad day (maybe he failed a test or something, nothing too serious) but he gets really upset (like he’s gonna cry) so when he gets back to his dorm patrick is there (cuz he’s visiting) and patrick wants to take care of art, see what art needs but art is like “please just fuck me” or something along those linessss

Hello my love, thank you for the prompt <3 This got crazy long for some reason. Just needed Art wandering about feeling sorry for himself lol

CW: 18+ !NSFW!

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It’s frustrating, he’s never ever failed a test before. Particularly in math. It’s not like he wants to be a math major or an engineer or anything but he’s been in advanced math since he was 14 years old, he should be able to handle this.

He tries not to cry as the professor goes over the results of their calculus based physics exam and the other students in the class are answering questions, demonstrating their work like it’s easy. Meanwhile he’s struggling to understand it. He talks to the professor after class and the professor is understanding but he explains, “these are the basics, the class is only going to get more difficult. So I suggest you withdraw and retake it after you take a more fundamental calculus course?”

Art nods and forces a smile, his throat burning as his professor pats him on the arm.

“It’s okay, plenty of students go that route and still become architects and engineers. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

Art is barely aware as he treks back to his dorm. He’s never flunked out of a class. And yes, math is one of his more challenging subjects but he’s always been able to work hard enough to figure it out. Working hard is his one talent. It’s how he ended up as one of the best students at Mark Reballato, salutatorian. He used to be the one to tutor his classmates. He aced every AP and Honors course. He’d studied so hard and done so well on the SATs and yet these kids at Stanford are actual child prodigies and geniuses…and for some of them it’s like… it’s like they don’t even have to try.

By the time he gets back to his room his eyes are full of tears. Why can’t he fucking excel at anything? Why can’t he be the prodigy for once? Why does he always have to try so fucking hard?

He knows his roommate won't be home until evening and he’s so ready to throw himself on his bed and sob like a loser but as he pushes open the bedroom door he remembers Patrick is visiting. He’s there on Art’s bed watching The View, of all things, and talking on the phone with his sister.

He waves, grinning but pauses when he sees Art’s face. Art can’t even hide it, it’s too late. Tears spill from his eyes and he drops his book bag in his chair.

“Hey Tor I’ll call you back,” Patrick says, into the phone.

Art wipes the tears away quickly, angry that they’re there in the first place.

“Hey! What’s wrong?” Patrick asks.

Art shakes his head. “Nothing.”

”Seriously? You look like a kicked puppy. Come on, tell me what’s wrong. Is it your grandma… or… or tennis?”

”No Patrick, you just… you wouldn’t understand.” He knows Patrick wouldn’t take this seriously. Patrick’s just another prodigy. All their coaches telling him how brilliant he’s been at tennis since they were 11. And Tashi too, a once in a generation talent, that’s what they’re calling her.

“Try me,” Patrick says. Art stares at him. He’s lying across the width of Art’s single bed, back resting up against the wall. He’s in his boxers still, legs open, his muscular thighs spread out. Hands folded inside the Stanford t-shirt he borrowed from Art. His penetrating gaze is resting on Art and he looks concerned. And so fucking hot.

Art rubs his eyes again. He’s frustrated and angry but now he’s feeling… horny. He probably should’ve thought twice before having sex with his best friend. Everything is all silly now. He’s not sure why he did it. Well actually, he was trying to fuck with Patrick, see if he could ruin his relationship with Tashi.

He didn’t even think Patrick would go for it, just mentioned it casually on Patrick’s birthday but he came back a couple days later with all these different kinds of lube and condoms and they spent a long rainy afternoon trying to figure it all out. Exploring different positions, techniques, playing with each other. Now they're doing it all the time and the whole thing backfired because Art’s the one craving it. He walks between Patrick’s legs. “Can you fuck me?”

Patrick raises his eyebrows. “Really?”

Art shrugs.

Patrick sits forward. “Yeah. Sure.” He says, the ghost of a smirk on his mouth. “It’s so early for you. You usually like it when I buy you dinner first.”

Art digs the heels of his palms into his eyes as stupid tears drop down again.

“Art, seriously…are you okay?” Patrick asks, tentatively. “I can help… tell me how to help.”

“I’m fine. It’s nothing,” Art says, and he climbs onto the bed. Straddling him. “Just fuck me.”

Patrick grips him by the waist. “Mmkay, I can do that.” He says, unzipping Arts pants. He tugs Arts jeans down over his thighs and Art steps out of them. Then he’s lifting his t-shirt over his head and climbing back onto Patrick’s lap.

Patrick touches his face, rubs a thumb along the wet space on Arts cheeks. “Did someone hurt you?” He asks softly.

“No, Patrick please, I don’t want to talk about it.” Art whines. His brain is freaking out because of the tenderness and the last thing he needs is to freak out over his feelings for Patrick too.

“Alright,” Patrick says and he kisses Art. And kisses him again. Art licks at his lips and pushes his tongue inside.

He can feel Patrick getting hard underneath him as they make out. It’s so much and it happens so fast, Arts dizzy for it. “That’s a neat trick,” Art whispers. Grinding his hips against the sensation.

“That’s what you do to me,” Patrick sighs against his lips.

Art smiles. Maybe he sucks at math now but at least he’s still good at this.

“Need you lubed up,” Patrick hums. Art gets up and crawls over to his bedside table. He can feel Patrick’s large palm rubbing on the swell of his bottom as he’s bent over. Art’s got all this stuff he has to hide when his parents are in town now. He pulls lubricant out and while Patrick’s putting it on his cock Art lingers on the bed, playing with his waistband, watching while the ladies on The View are arguing about something.

“You can turn it off, my sister wanted me to watch Phil Collins perform or something,” Patrick says, distractedly.

“Okay fuck me while he performs or something.” Art says.

Patrick smirks. “Fuck, you really need to cry don’t you?”

Art takes a breath.

“Okay sorry,” Patrick says gently, “Can you lay down?”

Art settles onto his back. Keeps his legs open as Patrick crawls between and takes his boxers down. “Mm, what time does your roommate get back?”

“Later,” Art says.

“I don’t have to keep you quiet then,” Patrick smiles.

Art chews on his thumb as Patrick lines himself up to press it inside. He’s all lubed up but Art is just used to the fact that it’s always going to feel like a lot at first. He breathes through the stretch and watches amused as Patrick rubs his at Art’s pelvis. He always does that, trying to feel his own cock penetrating from the outside. “You’re always so fucking tight for me baby. Feels like I didn’t even take your virginity.” Patrick says. It’s all for his ego. He moves down to rub Art’s cock and Art moans. Wraps his legs around Patrick’s waist, wiggling his hips.

“I know, relax, I’m gonna fuck you,” Patrick breathes. He starts sliding it in and out and out and in. Patrick’s had him in so many positions but this is Art’s favorite, he can feel Patrick sinking so much deeper inside him this way. Sees stars on every other thrust and his head empties out quickly. Once he came so hard he swears he had a second orgasm two minutes later. Patrick says he just wasn’t done.

This time it feels blindingly good. He’s feeling so good, he bites down on Patrick’s shoulder to relieve some of the tension. He wonders if Tashi ever notices his marks, the way he notices hers. Sometimes when he’s really turned on he bites where she scratches.

After a few minutes he thinks he’s listening to Patrick moan but realizes belatedly that it’s him. His mouth is watering so much that he’s drooling. Patrick is grunting as his hips slam into Art at a ridiculous pace. Art feels so fucking full, he loves the feeling of Patrick warm and solid inside of him, breaching him. His body lit up like a raw nerve as Patrick hits that delicious tender spot over and over and over. He’s gonna pass out. It sounds so fucking obscene over the sound of the bed springs squeaking and Phil Collins in the background.

Art loses it first, sticky ropes of pearly white shooting out of his cock, covering Patrick’s stomach, dripping back down onto Art’s body. And then it’s too much, Art can feel everything and he’s squirming trying to get away as Patrick picks up the pace.

“No, no don’t run away… two fucking seconds stay here,” Patrick groans, gripping him tightly. It feels insane. It feels so fucking good but it’s too much and his eyes are watering again. Art swears he can honestly feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness. He’s coming again, he knows he’s coming again as Patrick finishes inside him, filling him with wet, heated, sticky cum. Art clenching on him. Keeping him inside.

Patrick’s shivering. “Fuck,” he whispers, collapsing on top of Art like a warm heavy sticky blanket.

“Mm,” Art sighs, rubbing Patrick’s back gently, to calm him down. Patrick groans and rolls off of Art onto his side right next to him. He curls his fingers into Art’s hair.

“You feel better?” Patrick asks, softly.

“Yeah,” Art says quietly. He didn’t really do anything but put it out of his mind for 30 minutes. And now he’s coming back to the reality that he’s only in his second semester of college and he already has to drop a class.

“Feel like telling me what’s wrong?”

Art rolls his eyes and looks up at the ceiling. “It’s stupid. I failed an exam. I studied so fucking hard and I just— everything on the test looked like it might as well have been written in a foreign language. I thought the whole class would have done poorly but it was just me.”

”What class?” Patrick asks.

“Calculus for physics,” Art sighs.

“Sounds really fucking hard,” Patrick says. “You should tell them to fuck off and come with me on the road.”

“I knew you wouldn’t get it,” Art mutters. “You don’t take any of this seriously. I’m not as good at tennis as you are. I’m not fucking good at anything. Like the one thing I thought wouldn’t be difficult which is school work and I can’t even fucking do that properly. I’m gonna have to drop and I’m not even done with my first fucking year.”

Patrick doesnt say anything for a minute, he’s still fingering Art’s curls. Then he takes a breath. “You’re good at a lot of things, Art. You’ve got to stop beating yourself up. I mean… I get it. You were top of your class in high school but all these dorks at Stanford were the best in their high schools too. I was one of the best players but now I’m on tour facing off with the best players in the world and a lot of them are fucking kicking my ass. Just… you know… Tashi always says to have a little perspective. You’re here for a fucking reason. Don’t psych yourself out before the game is over.”

Art hadn’t really thought about that, Patrick has been having a hard time on tour, Art feels a little softer for him now. He rolls over to face him wrapping a leg over Patrick’s thigh. “You think I should stay in the class? Prove them wrong?”

Patrick smiles. “No, what the fuck do you need calculus with physics for anyway?”

Art laughs a bit. “I mean… if I decide to go to med school I’ll need a physics and a calculus class… but I guess I don’t really need this specific course unless I was going to become an engineer.”

“I’ve heard you talk about being a doctor before, never an engineer.” Patrick says, “Fuck that class, find something better to do with your time.”

“Yeah…fuck it,” Art says thoughtfully, he can play with his teammates on the indoor courts in the mornings. He feels so much lighter actually. Patrick is right, he really doesn’t need this course at all. He was just so used to high school, thinking everything put in front of him was something he needed to ace. In college, none of it mattered except for what he needed for his major. Patrick’s tracing circles idly along Art’s thigh. “Mm, something better to do with my time….” Art says, smiling, “You think we can fuck again before my roommate gets home?”

Patrick smirks, “Oh absolutely.”

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blueberrypancakesworld · 21 days ago

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Hiiii! Can I request some headcanons with Claude Frollo x curvaceous! voluptuous! female reader? Thank you in advance!

The colourful rose

warning : fluff, tiny hurt/comfort, kiss

info : Hi anon, of course you can get your request. Hope you like it and have fun reading :)

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°If there was one thing in the sin-infested city that wouldn't end up in hell, it was his beloved. The painter of the church, as bright and colourful as the little glass vials she carried in her bag. There seemed to be a match made in heaven between them when they met. A single day he walked through the church, it would be hours before the next service and he saw her kneeling on a cushion on the floor, taking care of the interior of Notre Dame to restore colour to the image.

°It was a play of colours, the painting of a holy Mary on the stone, an image that would soon stretch up the ceiling as she continued to paint. But she herself seemed just as fascinating, the dress in bright colours, a completely different shade to the one he was wearing. The little jewellery she wore seemed playful, almost like something out of a fairy tale, her payment seemed good as the few gemstones seemed genuine.

°But apart from her colourful appearance, his gaze lingered on her bosom, which was clearly visible from the low-cut neckline. A rose under the sun he thought to himself, trying to hide his gaze under his hat, a look of physical interest in a house of God would be shameful.

°But his rose saw it differently, she had noticed him, his interest even if it seemed to be for the painting and not for her, ,,Judge Frollo I am pleased to see you...may I ask what you think of my painting?" she asked and made him stop. The soft smile on her lips knew that he was thinking, that he approached her and his gaze on her was not one of distaste.

°She held her hand out to him and he helped her up from the floor, getting a better look at the colourful dress that resembled a meadow of flowers. ,,Now may the saintly, Mary also watch over you, an excellent work by a painter as outstanding as you are," he replied, his hand only slowly detaching itself from her.

°It seemed as if from this meeting under the painted eyes of St Mary their paths had crossed forever. Whenever he found time to see her, he came to her with a small basket of delicacies which they took in the church garden after a conversation of uncertainty and his promise. Surrounded by the same colourful flowers she seemed to love so much, ,,You're not a cold man Judge Frollo, you just don't let everyone get close to you", he heard her say as she rose from the wooden bench.

°At first he was indignant at what she allowed herself to judge him, but what could he have hurt her with? There was no point, what would her body do to change his opinion of her? Nothing because he had taken a liking to her company and in a town that had never given him anything he didn't want to lose his rose. Never.

°It was that day that he had taken her hand in his, the difference between day and night and yet it didn't change his opinion of her. ,,You are the exception my love", he said quietly before giving her a kiss, when he finally got what he wanted, what he had wanted deep inside all this time. Love.

°From then on, his church painter was more than just a woman, she would become his future one. From eating together, her taste went in the same direction as his, from fine meat to good wine and sweet grapes. Her love for fine fabrics could be satisfied by him when he had the fabric delivered to her, to dress her in the most beautiful colours.

°Colours she wore proudly on the streets of Paris at his side and whenever she saw the looks of the people and the whispering became too loud. Frollo's word was the law, the nights were filled with fire, the prisons were full but it didn't matter as long as his love just smiled again and was absorbed in her love for him...because for him there was nothing more important than seeing his wife, his pretty rose blossom and only for him.

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icarusflewsworld · 4 months ago

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Rhysand & Cassian & Azriel X OC

Hello, here is the chapter 20 of a fanfiction on the world of Acotar where our three favorite Batboys are the mates of a single woman.

! Next chapter on Sunday, January 5 !

I hope you enjoyed the read and the kisses !! Don't hesitate to leave me comments on what you think of the story. I will love to talk about it with you.

I also hope you had a very good Christmas and that you got lots of beautiful gifts. I know that we are all disappointed not to have had Rhysand, Cassian or Azriel under the tree but I still hope that you enjoyed your gifts.

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Chapter 20

Luxiana was beginning to lose patience. Mor, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel had been keeping her occupied as best as they could for a good eight days now. They took her shopping, to restaurants and bars. Thanks to the blonde, Luixiana now knew every corner of Velaris. Of course, she loved the many outings she went on with Mor and Amren-forced by Rhys's cousin-but that wasn't why she was there. No matter how many times she asked the three Illyrians - who followed her everywhere, even when she was with Mor - when they were going to steal the Book of Breathing, they always came up with some excuse.

Rhysand kept telling Luxiana that this kind of visit between high lords had to be prepared well in advance and that they couldn't just go to the summer court unannounced. But Luxiana was wary. The three Illyrians told her they had to organize this meeting, but all they did was follow her. And she couldn't understand why. Were they afraid she wanted to betray or attack them? In that case, Mor and Amren's surveillance alone should be enough. Luxiana was confused and impatient, but every time she wanted to raise the subject with one of them, they gave her lame excuses, changed the subject or even ignored her.

Luxiana wasn't really complaining. She enjoyed the company of the three males. In fact, the more the days went by, the more she enjoyed them. They spent all their moments with her and she got to know them a little more every minute. She really enjoyed spending time with them, but then again, that's not why she was there.

She sighed all her air, disturbed by her thoughts, then she put on her black silk nightgown with thin straps that reached halfway up her thigh. She untied her long white hair, which fell in a waterfall down her back. She looked at herself in the huge mirror in her bathroom. She couldn't keep the red from rising to her cheeks or her smile from growing when she saw the night dress. She couldn't help but wonder if Rhysand had given her only sexy underwear and clothes like that on purpose. But she wasn't complaining, she loved feeling beautiful and in these pieces of tissue, she felt hot. But, above all, it was in the pupils of the three Illyrians that she felt attractive.

The way they looked at her and acted with her, unnerved her a little more at every moment. They were so sweet and thoughtful. She thought back to when, one evening, while they were out, Rhysand had slipped his jacket over her shoulders. She wasn't even really cold, but he'd preferred her to be warm. Then she remembered all the other times he'd acted so thoughtfully and gently towards her. She also thought of how Cassian always detailed her up and down with eyes blazing with desire and the way he always complimented her or flirted with her. She remembered Azriel's possessiveness that exploded when she talked to other people or when he touched her all the time with force and vigor, as if Luxiana were his. She loved this. She adored every one of those three's behaviors.

But she was lost. Once again, their reactions were strange and incomprehensible. They gave her the impression they were flirting with her, but it didn't seem to bother them that their brothers were courting her too. On the contrary, something in their eyes lit up when they saw one of their own getting close to her. But they were Illyrians, it wasn't in their nature.

She lowered her eyes and gritted her teeth. They were Illyrians. She had to close her eyelids under her violently churning stomach. They were Illyrians. She put her hand to her shoulder to massage it. It hurt. She reopened her eyes and rested them on her silver bracelet composed of blue gems and magic stones. She smiled sadly. She already missed Kayden so much.

She shook her head. She couldn't let herself go like that. Not now. Besides, Rhysand, Cassian and Azriel weren't at all like all the other Illyrians she'd met. In fact, they seemed so kind, thoughtful and adorable that it seemed a little too suspicious. She thought they were playing her, but she could never detect any trace of lies or pretense in them. But why were they so possessive and protective of her? She couldn't understand it.

They seemed to get irritated every time she talked to someone else, especially a man. They didn't like it when she went out in revealing clothes, but her closet was full of them. They always made sure they could chat with her at all times. And their cute ways to act??? Cassian brought her flowers every morning, Rhysand was incredibly gallant and Azriel blew on her meals and drinks when they were hot so she wouldn't burn herself. They did all sorts of sweet things that drove her crazy.

She just didn't understand. She'd thought they simply behaved like that with everyone, but that argument had been quickly refuted when she'd watched them talking with Mor and Amren. They didn't act at all the same way with them as they did with Luxiana, even though these two faes were supposed to be the two most important women in their lives. She really couldn't understand it. Were they really flirting with her? If so, did they really accept that their brothers were also flirting with her? Did they even agree to "share"? It was all so strange.

She looked up at the ceiling and let out a little cry of frustration as she realized she was still thinking about them. They were all she thought about all the time. All the time, really. Even when she was thinking about something else, her head always found a way to bring her thoughts back to the three Illyrians.

She left the bathroom, trying to concentrate and stop thinking about the handsome males. She'd spent the day with Mor, and of course with them, shopping. Although she'd tried not to look bored, she wasn't made for this kind of day. She was made for action. In fact, she was still full of energy. She began to pace around her bedroom, trying to find something to do. Maybe she should do a little sport to burn off some energy. She wouldn't be able to sleep otherwise. Convinced, she was about to throw herself on the floor and start doing push-ups, but someone knocked on her door. She straightened up and looked curiously at the entrance to the room. It was already late, around ten o'clock p.m. Who could it be and why?

She moved quickly to her door but opened it with apprehension. She raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw Rhysand, Azriel and Cassian standing in front of her entrance. The Illyrian with the red syphons was holding out four glasses of wine in one hand and just as many bottles in the other. They were dressed simply. Rhysand wore a black shirt with a kind of jogging of the same color. Cassian wore a dark gray jacket laced up at the front, revealing the muscular skin of his torso in a fine line, and he wore a wide pants in dark brown leather. Azriel, meanwhile, wore a long-sleeved black t-shirt and gray lounge pants. Luxiana thought to herself that this was the first time she hadn't seen them formally dressed or in combat gear, but then gasped and realized that they were really hot. She cleared her throat, shaking her head to regain her composure. "Yes?"

The three Illyrians had come to a complete standstill at the door. It wasn't the first time they'd seen her in a nightie, and although they'd thought black really suited her, they'd given it no more thought. They'd even forgotten the purpose of their existence, to breathe and their hearts to beat, when they'd seen her with her hair down. Because this, on the other hand, was the first time. She'd always had her hair tied back in front of them, and the three brunettes had never thought of it as something important, but it was. They could hear and feel their hearts beating like raging beasts in their rib cages. She was divinely beautiful with that mass of white silk surrounding her and falling around her face. It suited her so well that it would completely unnerve them.

Luxiana tilted her head, smiling with a questioning, worried expression. "Are you all right?" she asked in a gentle voice as she noticed their paralysis.

Cassian didn't even know why they'd come. He made his arms fall limply back along his body, not even sure how he managed not to let go of the wine bottles and glasses wedged between his fingers. "Your ha..." He was stuttering again. Why on earth did she have that effect on him? "Your hair... It's the first time we've seen you with your hair down."

Luxiana frowned in incomprehension. Was it her hair that had put them in such a state?" Really?" she asked uncertainly, not understanding why it mattered to them and why they were reacting like this. She released the door handle to give her back to them and shake her hair in front of their noses, then turned back in their direction with a broad smile, rubbing her skull on both sides to tousle her locks. "So do you like me like this?"

Rhysand had to take a step back. His chest was on fire and he couldn't breathe. She was so sexy he could die. He was still thanking the gods -as he had done every second since he'd met her- for making his mate so beautiful. "It suits you incredibly well," he managed to articulate. "You look gorgeous, as always."

Luxiana's smile widened in spite of herself as she mustered all her strength to fight the blushes that wanted to take up residence on her cheeks. She'd done nothing but blush since she'd been here, and she hated the effect they had on her. "It's adorable," she raved helplessly. "I should let them down more often then," she added in a seductive tone, raising an eyebrow.

"No!" replied Azriel immediately with urgency. He cleared his throat and blinked several times, only to catch himself under Luxiana's questioning gaze. By heavens. He hadn't been able to hold back the flood of jealousy that had flowed through him at the idea of other men seeing his soul mate with her hair like that. She was far too sexy that way and he was sure everyone else would have bad thoughts when they saw her like that. And it was completely out of the question for anyone but them, to imagine things with his wife. "Or just for us," he added earnestly.

He didn't even notice Luxiana's surprised expression or her disconcerted chuckle as his pupils were still fixed on her white locks. Unable to restrain himself, he raised his hand towards them and Luxiana let him do so with curiosity as he caught the whole of her mane in his hand to wrap it around his fist. He grunted in satisfaction as he pulled his soulmate's head back a little. "Perfect size", he muttered, more to himself.

Luxiana frowned sharply and threw a confused glance at Cassian and Rhysand without understanding what was going on, but the other two Illyrians were far too focused on staring at Azriel's gesture and nodding in agreement to notice. The spymaster slid his soulmate's locks into his fist along their entire length. He couldn't contain his shiver at the silky touch of her hair before releasing it completely. Luxiana rolled her eyes before giving up with a sigh. She was taking too much thoughts for them. Maybe they were just weird. "And so why are you here?"

Cassian smiled wryly as he raised the wine bottles. "We're going to continue the evening in my room, would you like to join us?" His irises shone with seduction.

Luxiana raised an eyebrow in pleasant astonishment. She glanced back at her room. She should stay. She shouldn't get attached to the three of them. She wasn't here for that. But she could enjoy herself a little while she was here, especially as she always had a great time with them. She turned a determined gaze back to Cassian to return his seductive expression. "With pleasure." She left her room and closed the door behind her without even thinking of changing or putting on something to cover herself. She felt beautiful, and she loved feeling the burning gazes of the three Illyrians on her, staring at her from behind and up and down as she advanced without waiting for them.

Eventually, they entered the room. Rhysand had filled and served them four glasses with wine. Cassian had grabbed one and handed it to Luxiana, but Azriel grabbed it before she could take it. He glanced reprovingly at Cassian, "she shouldn't drink that, it's strong alcohol, especially for humans."

Luxiana rolled her eyes, a little wearily, then quickly retrieved the glass, with such speed that it surprised Azriel, who hadn't even been able to react. "Need I remind you that I work in a bar?" she told him. "I'm used to strong alcohol, believe me."

Rhysand laughed softly as he detailed her tenderly. She was so naive." Surely not the one of the faes."

Luxiana glanced at him sideways, grimacing. She wrinkled her nose and leaned forward towards Rhysand. She glanced left and right as if she were about to tell him a secret and was afraid someone would overhear. "Don't tell the high lord here, but his booze is smuggled over the wall," she scoffed.

Rhysand opened his mouth wide in surprise as Cassian exploded with laughter. "See, she's used to it," he added, holding out his own glass toward her to toast his mate. He raised the glass to his mouth.

Luxiana also took a sip of the golden beverage before groaning as she closed her eyes. "This is so good."

Cassian choked on the wine in his mouth as he started coughing under the salacious images of his soul mate that came into his mind at her words and tone. Hell, he'd had an erection whenever he laid eyes on her and that from the start, but now he'd almost cum in his pants just hearing her moan. He had to do something about this.

Luxiana hiccupped in surprise as she opened her eyes wide, then jumped up and down on the spot, "you know what we should do?"

Azriel smiled tenderly as he detailed her, he never tired of her reactions. He took a sip of his liquor before speaking. "What's that?"

The exclamation of hope and joy faded from their soulmate's face to disappeared. "Oh, but I don't think you'll agree."

Rhysand also swallowed a drop from his glass, detailing Luxiana with squinted eyes. "Tell us."

The blonde's smile emerged again, but differently this time. It was mischievous. Her pupils sparkled with mischief and the seductive look she suddenly had on her face disconcerts the three males for a second. She detailed them up and down with desire, biting her lower lip. "We should play strip poker!"

Rhysand blinked slowly in surprise at his soulmate's proposal, but couldn't prevent a broad smile from forming on his face. Cassian laughed out loud, but his whole body was already on fire with excitement at the idea of it, "I'm in, I'm in". Azriel closed his eyes, blowing out his breath to hold the bridge of his nose wearily, "You know you've only got one layer of clothing on you, right? And that you're therefore likely to find yourself naked in front of us very quickly."

Luxiana's expression became provocative and the glint of playfulness in her irises awakened Azriel's erection. "Oh I'm well aware of that but...," she licked her lips to detail the three of them again avidly, "it's not me who's going to lose."

Rhysand's eyes filled with a playful gleam, "Well, let's go then." but every muscle in his body was vibrating with anticipation and excitement. Was he going to see his soul mate naked for the first time tonight? Now that she knew the risks and agreed, he was going to do everything he could to win.

They finally settled on Cassian's huge bed. Luxiana was kneeling in the middle of the mattress, facing her was Rhysand with his legs crossed, to his left was Cassian in the same position and Azriel was on the other side of the high lord, leaning against the headboard with his forearm resting on one of his raised knees. Cards had appeared between them thanks to the magic of the house and they had now begun a game.

Although the four of them continued to drink their alcoholic beverages and even refill their glasses regularly, they were all playing very well. Rhysand and Azriel were cautious, not wanting to lose or miss the opportunity to make their soul mate lose. They ended up fold, but Cassian wasn't so cautious. He was confident because, either way, he would be victorious. If he won, he could see his soul mate naked, but if he lost, he could show himself naked to her. Unfortunately, his game wasn't as good as Luxiana's. He lost.

The blonde began jumping up and down all over the bed, shouting, "I won, I won." She threw herself in front of Cassian to land close to his shins. She leaned toward him, bringing her proud face close to Cassian's half-disappointed, half-jubilant one. She ran her tongue over her lips and her smile widened when she noticed the Illyrian leering longingly at them. "You need to take something off now," she demanded mischievously.

Rhysand smiled wryly as he detailed her with shining eyes. "You know, you don't need a game. If you want to see us naked, all you have to do is ask."

Luxiana gave him a playful, confident look. "I want to see you naked," she assured with a determined air. "But it's a lot more fun to get that by making you lose at a game."

Rhysand raised an eyebrow. He was always pleasantly surprised by her repartee and the way she flirted back with them. Azriel laughed, shaking his head. She was so cute yet so provocative. He loved it. He loved knowing she liked them.

Cassian caught Luxiana's chin between his fingers to turn her head towards him. His irises were bright with confidence, he was hardly intimidated or bothered by taking off a piece of clothing. In fact, when he'd come out of his room and proposed this little evening to his two brothers, he'd only been in his boxers. It was Rhysand and Azriel who had forced him to put something on so as not to disturb the woman. And now it was she who wanted to undress him. He was boiling with joy. "What do you want me to take off? If it helps you choose, I don't have anything under my pants." He did have underwear, but if after saying that, his soul mate still asked him to take off his pants, he'd take it all off.

Luxiana swallowed hard at the palpable tension between them. She forced herself to smile while maintaining her air of confidence to divert attention from her blushes. "No..." she murmured slowly, inclining her head, "not right away at least." Her haughty, confident expression must have been convincing because she saw Cassian raise an eyebrow in surprise and amusement. "Take the top off first."

Cassian wasted no time. He released Luxiana and, without breaking eye contact with her, reached for the end of the lace holding her vest to untie and open it. His movements were slow and calculated. He removed his vest and let it fall to his side.

Luxiana pulled away to rest on her knees and fully admire Cassian's muscular torso, pecs, shoulders and arms. Her mouth opened wide, very wide, gradually. This fae was really well built, sculpted like nothing she'd ever seen. He was so sexy. She couldn't even see his tattoos, he had so much muscle to look at. She was almost drooling. "Uh... I..." She was at a loss for words. "So sexy," she breathed simply, unable to think or speak properly.

The three Illyrians burst out laughing at her reaction. She was looking at Cassian as if he were the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen, and he found this childish attitude so adorable. But Cassian, though he didn't look like it, was burning. Every inch of skin, where his soul mate's pupils rested, was aflame. He felt so proud to have provoked this reaction in her.

"Wait but waiiiiitt ?????" cried Luxiana suddenly, shaking her head and barely able to breathe. "You're so muscular, how is that possible?" She couldn't believe her eyes. Did he spend his days lifting weights? She moved closer to him to come to his side and stick her arm to the Illyrian's. "Look at the size of your arm and the difference with mine! It's twice... no, at least three times the thickness of mine." She moved back in front of him to detail him with wide eyes while he laughed his head off, then squinted at his abs. She hiccupped again in surprise as she held out her index finger. "Can I... can I touch?"

Cassian calmed his laughter a little to straighten up and look at her with intense eyes. "Oh as much as you want, honey."

Luxiana opened her mouth in a wide smile, pleased by the agreement he had given her. She pursed her lips in concentration. She felt one of Cassian's abs with her fingerprint for a tiny second before retracting her arm, hiccupping in surprise. That was super hard. "Holy cow!"

Rhysand dropped onto the headboard, unable to stand up straight as he laughed so hard. His soul mate was too cute.

Azriel detailed her with amusement and tenderness. "Have you ever seen at least one naked man?" He'd asked lightly, but he couldn't stop his smile from fading gently at the weight settling in his stomach. He so wished she'd tell him she hadn't. He knew it wasn't possible, not when she was such a beautiful, outgoing young woman but ... he'd so much like her to tell him that she'd never done anything with anyone. That she hadn't belonged to any other man before them.

Luxiana gave him a quick glance before blushing all over her face. "Whaaaaaat?" She giggled, lowering her head. "Pfff, of course I do," she stammered. Then she closed her eyes fiercely. The alcohol was going to her head and she couldn't figure out what she was doing.

All three Illyrians froze at once, straightening up from laughter to seriousness. "You're lying," Azriel remarked. And you didn't have to speak the language of the invisible to see that.

"But no, not at all, I..." tried to defend herself Luxiana but she felt so embarrassed and ashamed that she couldn't even think or breathe properly. She clamped her hands over her hot, red face and moaned a plaintive cry.

The three Illyrians were just completely paralyzed. They couldn't believe it. They couldn't believe their eyes and ears. She was lying, it couldn't be any other way. Cassian exploded. He shouted, "You're virgi..."

"Don't say it!" cried Luxiana, interrupting him and putting her hands on the sheets to hold on to them. She felt as if she were dying of shame. She let out a cry of frustration, then killed the three breathless wide-eyed Illyrians with her pupils. "I've never slept with anyone, but that doesn't mean I can't kick your ass, so shut up!" She realized she'd just confessed. She whimpered another sob as she pressed her palms to her face again to hide. She let herself fall on her side on the mattress to get into a lateral safety position.

Rhysand was frozen from head to toe. He was completely shocked by this news. If there was one thing he thought Luxiana had done, it was sleep with men. Especially with the seductive attitude she always had. But now that he'd learned this, he was just completely paralyzed. A ball of anxiety settled in his stomach. He didn't know what to do. He was starting to panic. She was a virgin and so pure and they only wanted to do dirty things to her. She couldn't give them her first time. They didn't deserve it. Yet something primal awoke in him, something typically Illyrian that made him vibrate with possessiveness from head to toe. He raised his head to the ceiling, trying to reason and calm himself.

Azriel was gasping for air. His eyes burned with joy and his whole body seemed to palpitate. He waved his hands in front of him in all directions, staring into space. He opened his mouth several times, not knowing whether to speak, scream, jump for joy or just breathe. He was so happy. His soul mate had never belonged to anyone else, and she would forever belong only to them. To him. What had he done in his life to make this happen? He even wanted to cry, so happy was he.

Cassian's mouth was wide open. He rose slowly, robotically, to land feverishly on his two feet, keeping his eyes and mouth wide open. He walked to his bedroom door, stepped outside and closed it behind him. He took a few steps forward before taking a deep breath, tensing all his muscles and clenching his fists. Then he began throwing his limbs furiously in all directions as he screamed silently, opening his mouth and letting only a muffled sound come out. "YES! FUCK YES! YEEEESSS !" Then, once relieved of his joy and although his heart was still beating madly in his chest, he returned to the bedroom to resume his seat as if nothing had happened.

Rhysand shook his head to compose himself. He glanced at Azriel, who had an absent but dreamy look on his face as he was watching Luxiana -still curled up in a ball- with glowing eyes. He then turned his eyes to Cassian to see him with rapid breathing and a broad smile on his lips. He couldn't count on them. He huffed, then grabbed Luxiana by the shoulders to straighten her up. She relented but didn't remove her hands from her face, so Rhysand grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms down.

Her face revealed itself. She had pursed lips and a cute, pleading pout. "Don't make fun of me," she whispered imploringly.

Rhysand widened his eyes for a second. "We don't make fun of you, ever. Quite the contrary! We're so..." He huffed, pausing. He just couldn't tell her how happy he was. She wouldn't understand. He let go of her arms to cup his soul mate's face. "We're very admiring. Really." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, but couldn't help brushing her hair all the way down, so soft it was. He followed her movement with his pupils. "Never be ashamed of it. Don't ever be. Okay?"

Without leaving his pleading face she nodded, but she still felt embarrassed in a way she'd never felt before. She let out a cry of frustration before moving away to lean over the side of the bed to catch something on the ground.

Only, by leaning this way, she gave the three Illyrians a good view of her legs, her shape and her buttocks, which the dress hid just enough. Cassian threw himself back with all his might, almost knocking himself out on the headboard of his bed to avoid rushing into her or cumming in his pants. No, no, they couldn't act that way with her now. Not when it was her first time that was at stake. Azriel closed one of his fists and slammed it into his forehead several times while closing his eyes and trying to think of something else. Rhysand grabbed the pillow from behind him, placing it behind Luxiana's buttocks to cover her, but he couldn't help smiling in exasperation.

Luxiana grabbed the bottle of wine on the floor beside the bed, stood up and rushed the drink to her mouth. She took several large gulps, before Azriel, realizing this, jumped up to snatch the alcohol from her hands. "Certainly not, no," he growled, pulling the bottle away from her and placing it beside her on the bedside table.

Luxiana let out a plaintive cry before killing Cassian with her eyes. "This is all your fault, if you hadn't been so sexy, none of this would have happened."

Cassian smiled with all his teeth, his chest vibrating with pride. "So you find me attractive?"

Luxiana rolled her eyes blasély, "you know you are." Then she turned to Azriel to glare at him, "you're next on the list." There was no way she was going to be the only one embarrassed. She was going to get them all naked tonight.

Luxiana repositioned herself in her initial place and resumed dealing the cards with a stern, determined air. And so they began to play again. There were several stalemates, the three Illyrians fighting like hell to win, but Luxiana was far too cautious, especially as she seemed to know the three males' game and what they were going to do before they did. Then, just as she'd planned, she beat Azriel. "YES!" she exclaimed, drawing her fist towards her. She pointed at Azriel with her index finger. "Now it's your turn! Take off the top." She laughed sadistically as she clapped her hands together.

Azriel smiled softly, shaking his head. His shadows weren't helping him even a little to cheat against his soul mate, the bitches. Without a word, he stood up from the headboard to remove his T-shirt and reveal his tattooed torso.

Luxiana gazed at him hungrily for a moment. Her mouth gradually opened. Then she let herself fall onto her side, without taking her eyes off Azriel's abs. "Woaah," she moaned in complete wonder. "It's so beautiful."

The three Illyrians laughed softly as they detailed her tenderly. Then she jumped to her knees one of a sudden, startling them. She slid down her shins to Azriel to raise her hand and run her fingers over one of the curves of one of his tattoos on his pectoral. He was as sexy as Cassian, and although she pretended to be obsessed with the black ink on his skin, she was only doing it so she could touch him. "I really like the direction this evening is taking," she said, unable to hold back her seductive smile.

Azriel watched her do it with a tilted head and a smirk, but he was just too focused not to shiver violently under her touch.

Cassian laughed even harder as he felt the excitement rise in both his brother and himself. "Oh us too, believe me."

"Is it going to be my turn now?" asked Rhysand seriously, although glimmers of playfulness and hope resounded in his pupils. He was a little disappointed that she hadn't tried to undress him first. He knew the card game could be random, but his mate gave the impression of knowing exactly what she was doing. As if all her actions were always calculated.

Luxiana turned a confident gaze towards the lord, but inside she was filled with reluctance. She hadn't forgotten what Rhysand had suffered in Amarantha's hands and she certainly didn't want to bring back any bad memories or force him to get naked in front of her without him wanting to. "Why? Are you that eager to show me your abs?" Her question sounded unimportant, but it was. She was asking for Rhysand's agreement, and his answer would then determine her behavior.

Rhysand smiled, unsuspecting. "Yes," he added seriously.

Luxiana breathed imperceptibly, reassured then playful. She ran her tongue between her teeth and lips trying not to sound as euphoric as she was from the alcohol and the three handsome Illyrians before her. "So it's your turn."

Then, as they continued to empty their wine glasses, they played several long draws before Luxiana managed to win against Rhysand. She jumped up and down on the bed in delight, the alcohol really beginning to go to her head a little, so much that she had to sit down again because it made her dizzy. The four of them had already drunk three bottles and she'd swallowed the same amount as the three males, maybe even a little more. She threw herself in front of Rhysand, almost falling on him. She looked at him with shining eyes but said nothing, forcing him into nothing, waiting patiently for him to take the plunge on his own. That way, he could always turn back and do nothing if he wanted to.

But Rhysand didn't want that. He wanted his soul mate to see him, he wanted his soul mate to touch him. He took off his shirt slowly, opening its buttons one by one as he stared at Luxiana, who followed his gesture with her eyes. He took off his top and smiled when he saw Luxiana's eyes sparkle. She was about to open her mouth wide but pursed her lips to keep her lower jaw from dropping. "By all gods" she breathed again, detailing Rhysand as if he were a work of art. It took her breath away. "It's incredible." But she wasn't touching him. She wasn't touching him even though she'd touched both of Rhys's brothers, and it was driving him crazy. So he grabbed Luxiana's wrist to press the blonde's palm against his abs.

Luxiana hiccupped in surprise as she clamped her other hand over her mouth. She gave Rhys a questioning look. "I want you to touch me," he whispered earnestly.

She widened her eyes for a second before returning her gaze to his abs and slowly lowering her hand in a caress to the V of the lord's lower abdomen. Then, understanding his words and seeing a bulge in his pants, she flushed violently. She shook her head while gently and repeatedly hitting Rhys's shoulder, who burst out laughing.

"Now it's our turn to make you take off a piece of clothing," says Rhysand, regaining a serious but seductive air.

Luxiana gave him a laughing look, unable to hide her playful smile, before jumping out of the bed. "Um, no, I don't want to play anymore."

"Out of the question, it doesn't work like that," screamed Cassian, offended.

Azriel smiled tenderly. "He's right. Come back here!"

"Nooo," she moaned imploringly, throwing large dilated pupils at them. "I want to do something else."

Rhysand breathed in resignation. She could get what she wanted from him with his face. "What's that?"

Luxiana spun around to find something to do before stopping, realizing that her head was also turning from the inside. This alcohol was really strong, and although she was used to it, she'd been drinking a lot. "Oh I know!" she exclaimed suddenly, setting her eyes on Cassian. "I want to style your hair and make you lots of braids."

Rhysand and Azriel exploded with laughter and Cassian's eyes widened. "You want what?" Had he misheard?

Luxiana ran to him to throw herself in front of him and make big, imploring eyes. "Please," she insisted with the cutest face in the world.

Cassian couldn't even hesitate. He huffed as he grabbed the little rubber bands of different colors he'd just conjured up in front of him. He held them out to Luxiana. "Put on lots of pink rubber bands."

Luxiana jumped up, screaming with joy. She positioned herself behind Cassian, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him towards her. She settled his head on her thighs and began braiding his hair.

Azriel and Rhysand were laughing their heads off and couldn't even breathe. Luxiana glared at them. "Don't laugh too hard, it'll be your turn next."

The two Illyrians instantly fell silent as they stood up straight.

Cassian didn't feel even a little ashamed by the act. He felt far too soothed by his soulmate's touch in his hair, so much so that he couldn't even hear his brothers' mocking laughter. Hell, his heart even felt like it was stopping, so relaxed was he.

Luxiana, despite her fingers digging into Cassian's mane, was chatting happily with Rhysand and Azriel about anything and everything, continuing to drink alcohol in the meantime.

After perhaps an hour of chatting and laughing, Luxiana finished her work. She moved away from Cassian, who was struggling to fight off the sleep that had overtaken him under her soulmate's caresses in his hair. But when he straightened up to reveal lots of shaggy little braids - with pink rubber bands and little pink butterfly clips hanging in them - to his brothers, their laughter woke him up suddenly. Cassian laughed in turn, imagining his face and seeing his soulmate laughing with them.

"It suits you, you're so cute like that," the blonde teased softly, pinching his cheeks.

Cassian looked at her with shining eyes without even feeling humiliated. And Luxiana was a little disappointed to notice that he wasn't blushing even a little. She wanted revenge and to embarrass them.

Cassian pointed to Rhysand and Azriel with a mischievous grin. "They're laughing a little too hard, don't you think?"

Luxiana returned his mischievous expression. "Oh totally." She turned back to the two Illyrians with a psychopathic look.

Rhysand's and Azriel's smiles halted again as they glanced at Luxiana, a little terrified.

The blonde rested her index finger on her chin to consider what she was going to do to them before hiccupping, "Found it!" She looked up at the ceiling to speak to the house. "Can I have some markers, please?" Without question, the house offered her a string of felt-tip pens in several flashy colors. She thanked the house vigorously before turning to Rhys and pointing. "I want to draw in your tattoos."

"You want to do what?" laughed Rhysand in surprise. But Luxiana had already broken the distance between them. She placed her cold hands on Rhysand's pectorals to push him down onto his back. "May I?" she asked permission to settle astride him, pointing to his lower abdomen.

Rhysand contracted for a second. This was a permission Amarantha had never asked of him, but he refrained from telling Luxiana. He knew she would be saddened and that it would spoil her evening and the one of his brothers. In any case, he didn't want to think about this horror right now. He just wanted so much for his soul mate to touch him, and it annoyed him that she asked his permission when she didn't ask his brothers'. "Always," he answered her seriously without any playful or joking air.

Luxiana blinked once, surprised by his tone, then smiled gently at him, feeling herself blush. She climbed astride him and began coloring the inside of the tattoos on Rhys's pecs, arms and shoulders.

The lord of the night watched his soulmate's look of concentration with tenderness. But he had to fight with all his might against the tickle of Luxiana's touch and his growing erection in his pants. If his mate had landed a few centimeters lower, she'd clearly have been able to feel it between her thighs.

The blonde didn't stop talking, though, concentrating on her task and chatting with the three Illyrians. Then, once she was satisfied and her work done, she stood up to let Rhys straighten up and show his brothers the various shades of pink, yellow and green that surrounded his tattoos.

Rhysand wanted to look weary under his brothers' mockery, but he couldn't hide his joy.

Luxiana turned to Azriel, who didn't feel threatened for a second. He only huffed as he stopped laughing and opened his arms wide. "Do what you want with me."

The blonde let out a squeal of delight. She grabbed a candy-pink felt-tip pen and glided over to Azriel, drawing cat whiskers on his face and coloring in his nose. The other two Illyrians couldn't help but laugh as Luxiana pulled away from the now cat-like spymaster. Azriel looked up at the ceiling. "Never in my five hundred years of existence have I been so humiliated," he laughed softly, staring at his soulmate with sparkling eyes.

Luxiana laughed too, but rolled her eyes. Why had she wanted to humiliate them again? She didn't know, and now she felt bad. She huffed as she handed the marker to Azriel, who caught it without understanding, tilting his head. "Your turn. Do something to me."

She closed her eyes and stretched out her smiling face towards Azriel. She waited while the three Illyrians stared at her, not knowing what to do. All they could think of was how cute she looked, with her beautiful smiling pink lips, her alcohol-reddened cheeks and her dimples.

Azriel couldn't breathe or think properly with his soulmate's sweet, ready face stretched out in front of him. He wanted to kiss her. So he squinted at her mouth for a moment, but when Luxiana moistened her lips without opening her eyes, something inside him gave way. He couldn't resist any longer and took the plunge. He placed his lips softly on those of his soul mate.

Feeling someone's mouth on hers, Luxiana hiccupped in surprise, opening her eyes wide and jerking back. Realizing that Azriel had kissed her, she clamped her hand over her mouth. But her heart was pounding in her chest as the echo of the Illyrian's mouth still tickled hers.

Cassian and Rhysand glanced at each other uneasily before cursing Azriel. "Az, damn it," Rhysand growled with a slightly quicker breath. Then they set their eyes on their Luxiana. How was she going to react? They didn't want to scare them.

"Forgive me," Azriel breathed without taking his eyes off the blond to observe her reaction. "I've wanted to kiss you for so long and I couldn't help it, you were so cute."

Luxiana felt warm from head to toe. No kiss had ever had this effect on her. "No," she let out in a high-pitched voice and with an almost inaudible sigh, letting her hand fall back. She squinted at Azriel's mouth. "Don't be." She moved closer to him again, sticking her knees to the Illyrian's crossed legs. "Can you do it again?" Her cheeks were flushed and felt like exploding, but she wanted more.

The chests of the three Illyrians filled with hope, and Azriel's with joy. He couldn't hold back his wide, seductive, teasing smile. "Would you like me to do it again?"

Luxiana nodded briskly, with the cutest face possible. She couldn't breathe. "Do it again, please," she implored. She absolutely had to know if his kiss was still having that effect on her.

It was the last straw that made Azriel snap. With one hand, he grabbed her throat possessively and pulled her towards him, while the other rested on his mate’s cheek. He crushed his mouth to hers, closing his eyes. Fireworks exploded in their bellies and their lips tickled so hard it was almost unbearable.

Azriel stuck out his tongue to caress the blonde's lips and request access to her mouth. Luxiana opened her mouth to let him in. They kissed deeply, Azriel's tongue trying to control Luxiana's as she gave in completely. The kiss was so powerful that it made both of them dizzy. Luxiana had to cling to the Illyrian's forearms to keep from fainting as a moan of pleasure escaped her. Her nipples jutted out from under her nightie in excitement, and the silk fabric began to itch her.

Eventually, they parted gasping for air, their chests trembling. They gazed into each other's eyes, completely shocked and blown away by the intensity of their kiss. Neither of them had ever felt anything like it. Azriel wanted more. He wanted so much more, but he gently released Luxiana to see what she would do. But he prayed she'd come back for more, because damn it, he could spend his life kissing her.

Luxiana came back to her after a few seconds' absence, trying to calm herself down. She clamped both hands over her mouth, hiccupping. Then she threw herself backwards, stomach down on the bed, to make her legs go quickly and slam her feet on the mattress. She buried her flushed face in the sheets while shouting a muffled sound of joy. Then she started laughing, so happy was she. She didn't even understand why she felt so happy. It was the best kiss she'd ever had and she couldn't even think about what she was doing. She just needed to let out the happiness she was feeling. "I kissed him, I kissed him," she cried, still not quite able to realize what had just happened.

Azriel smiled with all his teeth. He felt buoyant. She'd wanted to kiss him, and she'd liked it.

But Cassian and Rhysand had watched the scene with bated breath, completely frozen. They couldn't move, paralyzed by a mixture of joy and jealousy. Azriel had succeeded. One of them had gotten close enough to their mate to be able to kiss her. But there were three of them. Would she be afraid to kiss them after that? Did she only want Azriel now? They were scared to death.

Fuck it, it was now or never. Rhysand tried to regain his haughty, confident posture, but he was having great difficulty. "You can kiss me too if you like," he let out, his chest full of hope.

Luxiana jerked upright with shock and seriousness as she detailed Rhysand. She frowned, then glanced at Azriel to see what he was going to do. They had just kissed, after all, and that was not nothing, but the Illyrian only looked at her with a smirk and a tilted head, curious to know what she was going to do. That said, he didn't seem to mind her kissing his brother, and Luxiana wanted to. She didn't think any further, as she couldn't think much about what she was doing anyway because of the alcohol coursing through her veins. She then moved quickly towards Rhysand to position herself in front of him with big eyes shining with impatience. "Can I really?"

Rhysand's heart missed a beat. He nodded solemnly. Luxiana opened her eyes wide before throwing herself at Rhys to give him a chaste kiss on the lips before hiccupping away in surprise. She shivered. Rhys smiled at her cuteness but she rushed to his mouth to give him the same kiss again, a little longer this time. Then she pulled away again, still hiccupping in surprise. She placed her hand over her mouth this time, unable to believe she was kissing the high lord of the night court after kissing his brother.

Rhysand laughed before shaking his head tenderly. His mate was so cute. He caught her delicately, placing both hands on either side of her face to pull her mouth over his and kiss her. Their tongues tangled together by themselves and began to dance, gently caressing each other.

Rhysand's entire body was tingling. His chest was vibrating and his heart had stopped completely. He was finally kissing his soul mate. After all this time. And it was even better than in his dreams.

Luxiana's body was vibrating and her lower abdomen was on fire from the kissing. She was shaking so hard her muscles ached. She felt like she was in a cottony cloud of ecstasy and sensation. She wanted so much more.

They parted away, lacking air, forcing Luxiana to groan in disappointment as she opened her eyes. Rhysand couldn't help smiling at the sound, but he was just too breathless to speak or start again. That kiss had been so intense that it had just taken his breath away.

Cassian couldn't take it anymore. His two brothers had tasted it before him and these visions were slowly killing him. He'd come close to cumming several times in his pants, "So now it's my turn," he declared in a deep voice filled with excitement.

Luxiana barely had time to turn towards him and calm down before he threw himself at her, placing one hand on the back of her head and another on her back to pull her towards him and press his lips to hers. He forced his tongue into Luxiana's mouth, and she let him in to return the feverish kiss where their tongues fought. She placed her hands on Cassian's torso to take advantage and caress his pectoral muscles. Both began to shudder at the same time under the explosion in their bellies and the tickle in their mouths. Luxiana moaned as she felt her panties getting wet.

Cassian, at this sound, couldn't hold back. He pushed her down and laid her back on the mattress, towering over her with his body as he continued to kiss her. He passed a leg between Luxiana's thighs to rest his knee on her part.

Luxiana moaned into Cassian's mouth again, feeling herself vibrate all over as he pressed her clit with his leg. She wanted more.

Unfortunately, Azriel grabbed Cassian by the shoulder to break their kiss, pulling him back and away from Luxiana. "No," he growled through clenched teeth, killing his brother with his eyes.

"What do you mean 'no'?" offended Cassian in disbelief. Anger bubbled up in his veins, replacing his euphoria and excitement far too savagely.

"She's been drinking, she's drunk," Rhysand explained. There was no way he was going to take advantage of her condition to go any further. Even if he wanted to. On the other hand, if tomorrow she wanted it again... then he wouldn't hold back.

"I'm not drunk!" exclaimed Luxiana just as shocked and offended as Cassian that they'd interrupted her. She raised herself on her forearms to glare at Azriel and Rhysand, but they only gave her a weary look.

Cassian grunted in frustration, eyes firmly ferocious. They were right. He huffed in resignation as he rested his back on the headboard of his bed. He hadn't intended to go any further anyway, but he realized they'd already overstepped the boundaries.

Luxiana dropped onto the mattress, also screaming in frustration, her teeth clenched. She was completely turned on now. How was she supposed to keep ... and she fell asleep suddenly. Maybe she was a little drunk after all.

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The Bastard’s Mistress ~ A Don John x Servant!Fem!Reader Fic

So I caught the don John brain rot this weekend…very contagious, 10/10 recommend. This might be @scarlettspectra ’s fault, from all her beautiful gifs she’s been posting!😆 I didn’t go full Shakespearean here but had some fun with the syntax. I apologize in advance. Reader is properly deferential for the time, but she’s got a little spunk.😬

Warnings: the line between dubcon and noncon here is VERRRY thin. I don’t even know. So if that bothers you do NOT read this! What else. Period correct misogyny and degradation. Corruption. I’m so bad at itemizing these things. Please take care. If u have squiks i probs wouldn’t read this…

You are a chambermaid in His Excellency don Alejandro’s hacienda. It gives you a certain distance from things, as you come and go, doing your best to keep the country house clean and stay out of sight. But don Alejandro’s bastard, the fire-eyed boy with such a burning contempt for the world, has always seen you.

When you were young children, don John would play with you all, the offspring of the servants who were too young to work. Not because he enjoyed your company, but because he delighted in ordering you all about. Luckily in those days he ignored you as often as he tormented you.

Then there was a time, when the two of you hovered on the precipice between childhood and adult responsibilities, that you had almost been friends. Or at least, not enemies. He, the bitter outsider with the privileges of a full blooded son, but none of the standing. You, unmoored in your fatherlessness, the fever having taken your sire when you were just a babe.

Don John goaded you into shirking your chores one day to go play in the hills. He’d only taunted you a little, as you played your silly games, which mostly consisted of him manipulating you, ordering you to do this and that, always testing just how far he could go before being met with rebellion. It was still better than working your hands raw in the laundry. “We should run away,” he’d said in that devil-may-care way brash young boys have, so sure the world is destined to fold for them. You, however, had begged to go home, for all it won you. Upon returning your mother absolutely tanned your backside, and you never associated with Don John in such a familiar way again.

You saw him around the grounds, of course, as you scurried from one backbreaking chore to the next, and as he went through the motions of learning how to become a gentleman. Amidst his riding lessons he would wink at you from astride his fine black horse, but the cruel turn of his mouth never failed to halt you in returning it, even if your heart quickened in your chest.

That did not mean you didn’t think of him later though, on your lumpy cot of straw, as urges began to awaken in your body that was well on its way to becoming a woman’s. You saw his face at night, so achingly handsome you could hardly contain your longing. It felt like madness, and so you shoved it down in the deepest dungeon of your heart, as far as it could go.

It was not helpful, or good, the times when young don John passed you in the halls, and you felt that he would like to just eat you up. He would tug at your apron strings with a smirk before striding on to whatever lark he plotted for the day. The unholy feelings just a look from that man called up in you had you reaching for your rosary–and late at night, when all others lay asleep, between your legs.

You’d felt a certain relief when he went off to war with don Pedro. Even though your heart ached for the inevitable change, a part of you hoped he would never return.

As it turns out, your hopes were not to be realized. He has returned to his father’s country house, on the tails of some scandal in Messina. His temper is even fouler than you remember. His scowl, crueler. He has met with some disappointment, out in the world. You hope he will not take it out on you blameless servants.

Perhaps that is too much to ask of the upper caste.

You feel his eyes upon you again, as in the old days, but different. There is a weight in his gaze that makes you uncomfortable in your own skin, as though it no longer fits upon your own bones. It makes you ache for something no pious unmarried girl should yearn for, something you cannot name, only feel in the darkest hours of night when you lay awake on your mattress of straw, your sinful fingers exploring the bud of flesh between your legs.

You decide don John carries the flames of Hell in his burning dark eyes.

You dream of him, as though he has possessed your flesh in your sleeping hours.

He corners you one day, as you are changing the linens in one of the many airy rooms of the hacienda. You eye him warily, as he shuts the door, his large and forbidding form blocking your exit. His dark eyes upon you are black as night.

“What a flower you have blossomed into, y/n,” he muses, stepping slowly into the room with the measured calculation of a predator stalking prey. “No longer the knees and elbows girl I remember.”

“You…have also changed, my lord,” you offer cautiously. No longer the awkward, rail thin youth, his shoulders have the breadth of a man who rides a charger and wields a sword. You have tried not to notice.

“How so?” he fishes, canting his head with a smirk.

Your face feels as though you have caught on fire. “You are…taller,” you offer, winning a cruel little chuckle.

“Oh? I do like the sound of that. What else?” Another step closer, his booted heel clicking on the floor, and you are veritably boxed in between the walls and the oversized bed.

“My lord?” you stall, mortified.

“Did you miss me, y/n?”

This question also takes you aback, and perhaps that is why you answer honestly.

“Sometimes.”

“Well. That is more than any of my relations here will bother to claim,” he answers bitterly. In that moment you still see a boy just striving, yearning for his father’s recognition. Perhaps it was ridiculous, but you always felt bad for him, in a way.

“Did you hear the happy news? Don Pedro has taken a wife, and opts to dwell in Messina,” snarls don John with a mocking brightness.

“How…fortunate for him.”

The man before you makes a sound that suggests he barely restrained himself from spitting upon the floor in his half brother’s name.

“Indeed.” He takes one more step, and you know you are done for, your heart in your chest. There will be no escaping now. “What of you, fair y/n? Assumed the yoke of marriage yet?” The disdain in his words hangs bitter in the air.

You are tempted to lie, but know no good should come of it. “No, my lord,” you answer, your voice barely louder than a whisper.

“How fortunate for you.”

Perhaps in your fear, you forget yourself. “John, please–”

He moves to strike, and you are but a rabbit in the jaws of a wolf, quick but not quick enough to evade him. His arm is like a band of iron about your waist, lifting you off the floor in his fury. He slams you down–albeit upon the feather mattress–a luxury you’ve never experienced for yourself, your back accustomed to scratchy tick straw.

“Insouciant wench! How familiar you are, to address me so.” He sounds so cruelly delighted by it, wedging his lean body like a knife between your legs, his narrow hips locked against yours. When you attempt to sit up he easily pins you down, his large hand spanning two of your wrists with ease, his other pressed lightly over your throat. You can hardly hear, hardly think, over the sound of your heartbeat thundering in your ears. He can surely feel it in your pulse, fluttering against his fingers. You are filled with fear–and the sharp ache of desire, God save you.

“Please, my lord…”

He makes a low sound in his throat, his lips tracing your jaw. “Please what, pretty maid? I have a mind to make a meal of you.”

“Please…don’t hurt me.”

“Hurt you? That is up to you, my dear. I will have you. Sweetly, or by force, tis your choice.” Your heart lodges in your throat. Your mother warned you about this, time and again. Men are dogs and gentlemen the worst of them. Never let them catch you alone.

And in your darkest heart of hearts, you know that a part of you hoped don John might do just that.

He kisses the corner of your mouth, surprisingly gently for such a villain, but you attempt to turn away. It only wins his annoyance, his large hand turning your face back to him. Before he can press his mouth to yours you say, “You merely seek to make sport of me in your boredom here. It is not right.”

He laughs at that. “Sport, I shall make,” he muses, hiking your skirts above your thighs. “Let us test the truth of your righteous outrage?” Boldly his fingers climb the trail of your leg, to the apex where he finds the damning evidence of your treacherous loins. “My lovely girl, so wet for such a reluctant quarry.” His long fingers dip inside your weeping center, and the sound you make does not resemble protest at all. He smirks down at you like the very devil. “And a virgin my little rabbit is not.”

Javi the stableboy took care of that for you, in a quick and disappointing tumble in the hay. His touch…had felt nothing like this, if truth you tell.

Ashamed, and burning, you look away. Tears trail out of your eyes, and a part of you wishes it shall just be over soon. He frowns at the shining tracks of water upon your cheeks, a menacing scowl that makes your eyes screw shut tight.

“Do not seek to engage my sympathy or my better nature, for you know I have none,” he growls above the dip of your throat, his lips searing as a brand upon your chest.

“That wasn’t always true,” you dare, winning naught but a growl from this ravenous beast of a man above you.

“You are the only one who thinks so.” For the barest moment you see a flash of vulnerability in his eyes–the ghost of the memory of the boy he once was, there and gone like ripples in a pool. It is as though this second of softness spurs him on in his deed, as though he must shove it aside to enjoy his sordid pleasure.

Clever fingers tear at the laces of your stays; you are freed to breathe, but you are bared to his hungry gaze as he tugs down your shift for his delectation. “Such lovely fruits, just ripe for picking,” he muses, cupping your breast in his hand, suckling upon a nipple.

You never knew how such a thing could make your insides clench, your sinning cunt tightening in its aching emptiness. Your hips move against his of their own accord, your legs wrapping about him as you mindlessly seek some relief from this madness. He withdraws with a dramatic pop, laughing at your body’s treachery.

“You are a fiend.”

“Pray, tell me,” he taunts you.

“I hate you.”

“Is that any way to speak to your master?”

He is enjoying this far too much.

“You forget your place, don John, as ever.”

That is when he slaps you. Not hard, nay, your own mother has hit you harder, but it certainly gets your attention. “I will rule here someday, y/n. Have a care with that tongue. I can think of better uses for it.” His piercing eyes fix upon your lips, a moment before he falls upon you, kissing you as though he means to devour you. You tense, thinking to bite him for being so cruel, so conniving, for just using you for no other reason other than he can.

He plays a very dirty trick on you, though.

That dexterous hand slips under your skirts again, swiping up your slick before circling that small nub of flesh that causes you such great tumult and shame. You moan into his mouth, and you feel him smile wickedly against you.

This man is the very devil, you are sure of it.

“Now who is ready to forget?” he taunts you, rubbing you in slow circles that drive you mad, make you writhe for the unbearable tightness coiling between your legs.

You can only manage a small cry, words escaping you. You’ve never felt anything like this, not at your own hands, and certainly not with Javi the stableboy.

“Please,” is all you can manage, and you’re not even entirely sure you know what you’re begging for.

“I like to hear you beg so sweetly.” He reaches to free himself from his breeches, his swollen tip hovering at your entrance. “So beg, wench, what favour is it you ask of me?”

You should entreat him to leave you be–you should beg for his mercy. But the delicious weight of him atop you, this dastardly man whose touch is such sweet sin–you are not sure you wish for him to leave you be. Your whole life has been such a march of drudgery. Even just the possibility of feeling something that is not pain or exhaustion makes you willfully forget every lesson your mother ever taught you, every fiery sermon the Padre ever flung down from his pulpit. Tis easy to renounce the Devil, until temptation has you in its clutches.

“I know not what to ask for,” you answer cautiously, and that at least is true.

Don John smirks down at you, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes.

“Ask for my cock, you stupid girl, and if your quim pleases me perhaps I may be moved to share in the spoils.”

“Yes.” You strain your hips towards him, craving that satisfying, stretching burn of a man’s first thrust. That, atleast, you know something about.

“Yes, what?” he taunts you, delighting in your torment as he holds himself just out of reach.

“Yes, my lord,” you whimper, hating yourself as much as him in that moment. “May I have your cock?”

His smile widens in his devilish delight, almost showing teeth. “Remember that you asked for it.” But he taunts you no further, his thick head penetrating your weeping hole, the fullness of him stealing the very breath from your lungs. He groans once fully inside you, burying his face in your neck.

“I’ve always known you would have the sweetest little cunt in the sierra,” he growls against your skin, and he begins to thrust.

If there is one thing you have always known about don John, it is that he loves to hear himself talk.

“You are mine, little maid,” he goes on, filling you so deeply you fear he must be in your belly. You are not sure you like it, and you only whimper in answer, straining for a better angle against him, seeking that certain friction that made you see stars.

“Say it,” he demands, understanding what you seek very well. You whine, turning your eyes to the ceiling. You know you are a mere peasant, and you know you do not own anything, much less yourself. Yet some small defiance rises in you, for his demanding tone.

“Perhaps I shall, if you make it so.”

You wait for him to strike you again, but to your surprise he smirks with a sort of dark delight, only turning your gaze back to his with a rough hand upon your jaw. “There is the saucy wench I remember of our youth. Do you remember how you used to defy me?”

You don’t very much, recalling that he usually always emerged the master and victor of your games.

“No, my lord.”

“You do not recall striking me with a stick, in defense of a hapless bird?”

You blink, finding it rather unfair of this man to expect you to command the capacity to think in this situation. But then you do recall. You had all been small children. The boys sought amusement in throwing rocks at an injured sparrow. You had taken exception to it.

Don John had sworn he would tell his father and have you executed.

You’d cried for days, but the sword never fell.

You’d nearly forgotten all about it, perhaps willfully burying the memory out of shame and fear. Mostly fear.

The bastard had deserved it.

He never forgot a slight, it seems.

“I always told myself I would have my revenge for that,” he tells you with a smirk, pressing his thumb into your mouth. You try to shrink away, but he has you like a fish on a hook. “Suck,” he commands you. You do not understand why those jetty black eyes boring into yours, paired with that unyielding tone, makes your needy cunt clench around him, only that it is extremely satisfying to see his eyes flutter closed, even if just for a moment.

You do as you’re told.

He uses your own saliva against you, reaching between your legs with that spit-wet thumb to touch you again.

You forget everything else, but the carnal heaven that is his clever fingers with his manhood inside you. The sounds the two of you make are barely human, as you strain and writhe against each other, chasing your release from this hell. Those full lips made for sin devour you–his mouth on your breasts makes you see God, a searing pleasure crashing through you in a spine-cracking rush. How can something that feels so wonderful be so forbidden? Only then does don John truly let himself go, the sound of flesh striking flesh filling the room as he takes you with all his pent up fury. It is not long before he roars his release, filling you with ropes of his hot seed, his powerful body trembling in its tangle of limbs with yours.

For just a moment you wished would last, his fingers lace with yours rather than pin you, his head heavy on your chest as he catches his breath. Yet when he lifts his gaze to you, his eyes gleam with their usual malevolence.

“You will come to my chambers tonight,” he orders you. “For I am not finished with you yet by half.”

When your mouth opens–indeed to give protest–he silences you with a hard but heart-melting kiss, his long fingers tangled unforgivingly in your now loosened hair.

“Do as I say, servant girl. Though if you don’t, I may enjoy making you.” That proud mouth ticks as he seems to imagine it, that fire igniting once more in his mesmerizing eyes. The thought simultaneously makes your blood run cold–and a thrill of desire run raucous down your spine.

This man is the very devil. You are as sure of it now, as you know when the household goes to sleep, you will find your way back to his merciless embrace.

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