- Ettore
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ah...um...i have no excuse for this one, just my mental illness. seriously wanted to name this Dark Matter but I already have a fic named thatđ Happy Valentine's Dayđ. Please, please mind the warnings.
Summary: Being forced into deep space as part of some twisted experiment, tensions rise with a fellow inmate.
Warnings: DARK (no really, dead dove: do not eat), minor spoilers for High Life, serial killer!reader (also a bit of a psychopath), nihilism, brief mentions of witnessing CSA, graphic descriptions of murder, mentions of The Boxâą, Ettore being a creep obvi, mild vore if ya squint? (does it count if said voreist doesn't swallow?), sexual violence, Reader and Ettore takes every chance to beat each other up honestly, SMUT (MINORS DNI), switches between con/noncon, hatefucking (they will try to kill each other), choking (but like, actually almost to death), slapping, punching, degradation, some misogyny, blood kink, pain kink
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You were a dangerous killer, but you knew you didnât belong here.
You never couldâve fathomed how brutally cold and dark being in deep space truly was. Even inside the ship, no one could ever really escape the constant chill. At first, you thought this was the obvious option, joining this experiment. It was either this, or death row. But this was death row, in its own way. No one believed theyâd come out of this mission alive. But you supposed dying in a black hole was more interesting than being pumped full of poison. Less boring. Now, you wouldâve preferred death row on Earth. At least that would guarantee you a painless death. Welp, too late now.
At least you werenât completely alone, if you prefer being in the company of other dangerous and evil people rather than isolation. Youâd rather have to constantly look over your shoulder than go mad with loneliness. The crew was an eccentric bunch, as you could imagine. All of them are some type of murderer, like you. Some of them had good reasons, but most of them didnât. What was more distressing was the fact that the doctor, Dibs, frightened you the most out of them all, but it was mostly due to the fact that the witch was on a personal mission to get one of the females pregnant even though the fetus would die from radiation. Even though she was here because she killed her own children. She was the biggest hypocrite of them all, though you had no room to talk, having a bit of a god complex made you one just as much as she was.
You knew you were different from other people, even at an early age. You didnât see the world like others did, you never could find the beauty in anything. The first blossoms of spring, the sun rising over the horizon, the miracle of life, the kindness of strangers; you didnât see any of it. All you could focus on was the evils in the world and you found that the world was overrun with it. Children starving, needless wars, homelessness, animals being tortured and killed for entertainment; it was all there was, it was wrong. It was all wrong.
Your parents had taken you to therapy multiple times, but nothing ever seemed to work. You were diagnosed as depressed and they hopped you up on all kinds of medication, but you werenât depressed, not really. Just because you saw the world for how it really was didnât automatically mean you were depressed, you just refused to be ignorant of it. You didnât see the point of being a cooperative member of society when it wouldnât take care of you. It had nothing to offer you, so you just refused to play along. The first anyone noticed something was truly wrong was the first day of kindergarten. You had beaten a boy near half to death because you saw him pushing another kid around. They werenât fighting back, so you did it for them. Your parents had to pay the bratâs hospital bills. You didnât understand why the doctors helped save the life of a kid whoâd grow up to be an even bigger bully. A waste of oxygen, you thought. You barely paid attention to the severe scolding your parents gave you about how âviolence was never the answer.â Bullshit, you knew that, even your parents knew that, they just wanted to follow the so-called moral rules to be accepted. But that wasnât you, you didnât need social acceptance. Not by anyone, not even your own family. But there wasnât much you could do about it at the time.
You grew into your teenage years without so much of a punch to anyone, not even to defend yourself. You were beaten up by so many of your fellow students, you couldâve gotten a punch card for every time you had to be sent to the nurseâs office. You just bottled up everything.
The first time you ever felt a semblance of love was when your little sister was born. As soon as your mother placed her in your arms at the hospital, you knew you had to protect her. You never wanted her to be like you, you didnât want her to end up like you, ostracized and bullied. Youâd lay down your life and kill for her if need be. You made that promise to yourself. So, when you walked in on your father with his hand down her pants, you had no idea how to react. Fathers werenât supposed to touch their children that way. He had all but flung her off his lap once he saw you, claiming that they were just playing a game. But you werenât a naive child anymore, you knew what he was doing.
Before you could think on it any further, you ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife, but your father was close behind to stop you. He had wrestled you to the ground, trying to take the knife away, but you blindly thrusted the blade upwards, hearing a sickening squelch before something wet hitting your face. The world seemed to go dark for a brief moment, before coming back into view and seeing your fatherâs horrified face. You followed your arm to the blade in your hand, your heart leaping out of your chest. You had aimed for your father above you, but your sister mustâve followed you and tried to stop the fight. Tears filled your eyes as you saw your knife stuck in your little sisterâs chin, her tiny body going limp and crumbling to the floor, your arm frozen in place allowing the blade to come free as she fell.
Your father screamed and screamed at you as he wailed with his baby girl in his arms, trying to stop the blood copiously flowing from her neck and making a red sticky puddle on the tiles. But it was too late, the life had already drained from her once bright innocent eyes. You didnât mean toâŠit was an accidentâŠbut you knew your father would spin the story in his favor. So, you did what you only thought you could.
You buried your blood coated knife into your fatherâs back, hearing him exhale a choked breath in shock. The blade was long, so the one hit wasnât enough. So you did it again. And again. And Again. And again. Again until he fell to the floor, unable to yell or cry as you kept stabbing. You couldnât count how many times you dug the blade into his chest, enough until you couldnât tell what was his shirt or his skin. You were drenched at this point. You knew you had to leave. You threw up, thick tears and painful sobs escaping your throat as you looked upon your mistakes.
You showered, rubbing your skin raw and hastily packing a bag and running from your childhood home. You didnât want to think about the look on your motherâs face when she ultimately got home from work, calling out for her husband and two precious children whom she loved dearly. She wouldnât know that he was a predator or that he preyed on his own daughter. She wouldnât know why she walked onto a bloodbath in the kitchen, you nowhere to be found. She wouldnât believe the police when they say you should be considered a suspect. You were odd and violent when you were little, yes, but you could never kill your own family. She saw your face of awe when you looked down at your newborn sister in your arms. Sheâd never believe you to be the culprit, until the DNA came back matching yours. You werenât her daughter anymore. She wasnât a wife or a mother anymore. She was nothing, much like you.
You didnât bother to control yourself anymore. You had nothing to live for. You were nothing. You werenât a protector, now that you had nobody to protect. But you soon realized that wasnât necessarily true. There were other kids in similar situations, you could try to protect them. Like a light bulb when off in your head, you suddenly had a purpose once again. Like your father, youâd find and punish those whoâd hurt their children. And thatâs exactly what you did, until you got caught of course. But you had a good run, ridding the world of some of the filth it had to offer. You were bloodthirst, you craved to see the looks of horror on these menâs faces as they knew they would be punished for their misdeeds. If you had time, youâd torture them. But you rarely had that luxury of taking your time, but you still felt better knowing one less evil person was in the world. It was ironic that you were now on a crew full of evil people.
Monte didnât seem all that bad, a bit temperamental. He didnât hesitate to knock your lights out if you pissed him off, you learned that firsthand. Well, most of the inmates did that. Ettore though, was one you had trouble figuring out. He was quiet, observant, not particularly violent though like the other inmates. He was a pervert though, hypersexual. It definitely put off all of you. He used the Box every day, but that wasnât unusual. You were instructed to never talk about why you were here, but gossip was like breathing, you couldnât go without it. You learned he killed someone in a particularly violent way when he was a teenager, much like you. He was a minor but was charged as an adult, got the same ultimatum like the rest of you; death row or deep space.
Youâd honestly thought heâd try to talk to you, given that you both were around the same age and the âbabiesâ of the crew, but he never did. But maybe that was for the better, attracting the attention of another inmate didnât seem like the best move. For the most part, you just kept to yourself, trying not to bother anyone. But the witch doctor seemed to have it out for you, she hated you, but you knew that was because you couldnât participate in her own experiments. You knew you never wanted to have kids, so you gave yourself an injury that made it so that you were barren. You almost died then, but you figured it was worth it since you didnât have to be seen as just a walking womb to be played with.
Over time, you got yourself into a bit of a messy schedule. Not having a schedule was just something else that would make you go crazy. There wasnât much to do in this space prison, but there was a rec room with games and books. You had exhausted all those resources pretty quickly. A rubikâs cube you were fond of was what you chose to be part of your schedule. Every day cycle, youâd try to solve that cube before going to sleep. It was one of the only things that helped you relax, besides the Box. But similarly to Monte, you didnât really indulge all that often. The Box, even when you needed it, almost always left you numb. You werenât one for human touch, but you werenât immune to craving that intimacy. So the rubik's cube it was. You hogged it constantly, but that only got you a broken nose from Boyse due to it being one of her favorites too. But it didnât matter. You claimed it for yourself, and nobody else cared enough to fight you on it.
Months into the mission, you started to notice Ettore around you more often. Most of the time, heâd justâŠstare at you. Openly. Youâd never gotten attention from him before, so this sudden display startled you, but not enough to do something about it. It was only until he started to purposely bump into you in the halls did you start to worry. He was already a creep, but he only got creepier as he started to catch your gaze just to smile at you. Smiling didnât suit his character, no matter how pretty it was. His lips were one of the first things you noticed when you met him, how soft and plump they looked. But a smile on them just looked out of place for the likes of a murderer. You certainly never smiled, you never had anything to smile about. You knew youâd get some odd looks if you were to suddenly flash your teeth.
You were just so on edge one day, the rubikâs cube wasnât helping, so you went down to the Box. It was just a quick and easy session, just to relieve some tension. And it worked, until you ran into Ettore as you came out of the machine. You watched his already dark eyes darken even more as he saw the state of you. Sweaty, breathless, disarray. He looked like a wolf ready to pounce on you, but it was only the rules that held him back. No inmate was allowed to have sex with each other, hence the reason for the Box.
Ettore hummed as he placed a stray piece of hair behind your ear, letting his touch linger until you pushed him away roughly, but it only made him smirk and push you up against the cold wall of the Box. You glared as you felt his hard on pressing against your thigh, his hands keeping you firmly in place. âI bet your pussy would feel so good around my cock.â He almost moaned at the thought, biting his bottom lip. âIf it werenât for that cockblocking witch, Iâd have you on every surface of this fuckinâ ship.â
You hated how your recently stimulated clit throbbed at his words, your body betraying you for the most primitive urges. Much like how good it felt to take a life, you knew it would feel good to fuck your fellow inmate. You wanted to tell yourself that he was a perverted murderer, you should not want to fuck him. But you were no better than him, no better than anyone here. But you pushed him off anyway, punching him in the gut and casually walking back to the ladder. âEnjoy the Box.â You spoke before climbing up, leaving the young man aching and angry.
You tried avoiding Ettore after that encounter, but of course thatâs hard to do when youâre on a small ship with nowhere else to go. He didnât hide the glares directed at you and he always seemed like he was about to do something, but never did. He was unpredictable, and you hated that. Everything about this mission was unpredictable, but you did have some control over what happened to you, Ettore was just another variable that you couldnât control. You wanted him dead, but you didnât know how you could get your way without ending up dead yourself.

Wandering the halls with nothing to do, you found yourself on the bridge looking up at the stars. The view always freaked you out, the sight of stars moving backwards even though the ship was moving forwards. It made you nauseous and a panic attack not too far behind. But you kept looking up through the large windows anyway. At least it made you feel something. Feelings tended to be sparse in deep space. You often wondered what it would be like to be stretched and compressed by a black hole. How badly would it hurt? Would you feel anything at all? Would it last for a second or an eternity? No one knows, and no one who finds out would be able to tell since theyâd be reduced to atoms. Black holes are probably where Hell is located, you figured, if the theory that youâd be in unimaginable pain for all eternity is correct. You wanted to stop thinking about it, but you couldnât. Not until you felt a warm presence come up behind you.
You didnât have to guess who it was, by the stiff length that was pressing against your ass, you could already tell it was Ettore. The young blonde couldnât take a hint, could he? You didnât move away, for some reason that was unknown to you. Even as you felt his hands traveled around your waist, holding onto your hips with a bruising grip, you didnât push him away. He took deep inhales of the scent of your hair, his hands traveling up to grope at your breasts as you continued watching the stars. You started to think about your sister, how she might react to the stars. You remembered the first time you pointed out a constellation you knew, teaching her about various different ones, knowing she was too young to remember. But it was one of your only fond memories. You held onto it, remembering her toothless grin as she got excited about learning something new.
You gasped as Ettoreâs hand brushed against your clothed core, cupping it roughly until you winced. âWhy waste time looking at these stars when I can make you see much prettier ones, hm?â He hummed in your ear, licking up the side of your neck, unwanted goosebumps rising all over your body.
âNo.â You scoffed, pushing him off you, but he stopped you from walking away by grabbing your wrist.
âYou want to.â He smirked smugly.
âNo, I really donât.â You tried pulling away, but his grip only tightened.
âLiar.â
âFuck off!â You yelled, wringing your arm back and swiftly connecting your balled up fist to his nose. You grinned when he stumbled back, holding his hand to his face but seeing his blood flow through his fingers. He looked back up at you with a glare before leaping at you, tackling you to the floor, one hand around your throat and the other wailing on your face with his fist. Your ears rung as his fist landed right in front on your ear and feeling your nose and mouth fill with blood as he punched you. You spit your blood back in his face when you sensed a pause in his beating, leaning your head down as much as possible to bite his forearm of the hand that was grabbing your throat. You bit hard and didnât let go until he recoiled with a shout, cradling his arm that now had a bloody teeth indent and a small chunk of flesh missing. You could still see the outline of his cock stressing against his orange jumpsuit. You couldâve laughed, the bastard was still turned on.
âCunt!â He growled, but all you did was spit out the skin you took from his arm. âYou canât deny me forever.â
You raised your brows unimpressively, standing up while wiping the blood off your face with your sleeve. âWatch me.â
You stormed up with an aching face yet again, but you didnât bother to visit Dibs, you didnât feel like being scolded for defending yourself. But you ended up getting yelled at anyway for biting Ettore the way you did, your dose of medicine only being increased as a punishment. Seeing the bloody bandage around his arm almost made it worth it though.
The next few day cycles were a blur, the drugs making you sluggish and tired all the time. You didnât even try to hide your disdain for Ettore every time you had to be around him and it made everyone feel tense, like they were waiting for a bomb to explode. You knew you couldnât avoid him forever, but you sure did try. It was only a week later until that bomb finally exploded.
You had gone to the rec room before bed like youâd always done to try and solve that damned rubik's cube. You were so close, almost having solved all sides. But looking around the room, you couldnât find it. You felt a panic attack start to bubble up in your chest, frantically searching everywhere around the room until you heard someone clear their throat.
âLookinâ for something?â You frowned as Ettore came into view, him casually leaning against the doorframe, holding the small colorful box in his hand.
âGive it back.â You growled, your skin flushing with anger.
He only smirked, which made you ball your fists and stomp towards him. âNo, I donât think I will.â He chuckled when you tried to grab it from his hands, but he was taller than you and held it up where you couldnât reach. You tried to repress a shiver when he ran one of his hands up your side where your shirt had ridden up, but you instantly pushed him away.
âDick!â You seethed, the urge to punch his stupid face getting stronger and stronger.
He smiled softly. âI know. But if you give me what I want, Iâll give this back.â He juggled the cube back and forth between his hands, giving you an expectant look.
You stood as close as possible to him without touching, getting right in his face, not missing the way his eyes trailed down to your lips. âYou can go fuck yourself.â
Ettore surged forward, roughly pressing his lips against yours with a growl, the sound going straight to your core; but you wouldnât tolerate his behavior. You pulled yourself away and threw your fist against his face, then wound up to hit him again but he caught it this time. He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled you to his chest, disregarding the rubikâs cube. âIâm getting fuckinâ sick of you hitting me.â
âThen stop acting like someone who deserves to be hit.â He cut you off by slapping you, grabbing onto your neck before kissing you again. You bit his bottom lip, hearing him let out a pained groan as your teeth cut into his sensitive flesh. âLet me go, or Iâll scream.â You demanded.
Ettore grinned evilly. âGo ahead. Scream. Itâll make it better for me.â You struggled as hard as you could against his hold on you, dragging your feet as he pulled you further into the room after shutting the door.
âIâll fucking gut you, you piece of shit!â You yelled, clawing and kicking until he kneed you in the stomach, knowing the breath out of your lungs until you were wheezing. âFuckâŠyouâŠâ You coughed, crumpling to the floor.
Ettore kneeled with you, powerless to stop him from removing your shirt, exposing your breasts to the cool air. You winced as he groped them roughly, forcing you on your back with one hand while the other ripped your pants and underwear off. Unwanted tears sprang to your eyes as you fought, just recovered enough from the blow to your stomach to scratch his face, droplets of blood pooling to the surface of his cheek. âCunt.â He slapped you again, straddling your hips as he removed his own shirt but only unbuttoning his trousers.
âYou disgust me.â You spat, glaring up at him.
You let out a yelp as Ettore shoved two of his long fingers inside you with no warning, his smirk making you feel more uncomfortable than the digits stretching your walls. âReally? Why is your pussy so wet then, eh?â
âKnowing that I hurt you gives me more satisfaction than that fuckinâ Box.â You hissed as he pinched your clit with a sadistic chuckle. He forced your legs apart, kneeling in between that as he took his hardened cock out of his pants, lining himself up with your entrance but with a great struggle since you didnât stop wiggling around. Your head jerked to the side as he punched you a couple times, making you unresisting enough that he could fully sheathe himself inside of you. You let out a cry as he hit the ends of you, your walls clamping down on him, trying to expel the intrusion.
âFuck!â Ettore groaned. âSo much better than that Box. So warm. So tight.â He stuttered, moving his hips back and forth without giving you time to accommodate. The stretch burned and you couldnât keep in your painful whimpers. Your cries only seemed to spur him on further, thrusting his hips at a faster pace, way too fast so early.
âStop!â You cried, beating your fists against his chest erratically.
âNah. Youâre gonna take it. Youâre gonna take it until I say weâre done.â He laughed, speeding up his thrusts to purposely make it even more painful for you. But instead of it hurting more, it had the opposite effect. His cock started to brush up against that sensitive spot inside you, eliciting a whine from your lips.
âYouâre gonna fuckinâ die!â You growled angrily, baring your teeth like a cornered animal.
âYeah?â He mocked, giving your cheek another slap just for good measure before continuing his brutal pace.
Eventually, your cunt produced so much slick, it was soaking his cock and your inner thighs, his pelvis shimmering in the dull fluorescent lighting of the ship. Lewd noises coming from your intimate union forced heat to spread across your cheeks, the wet suction echoing off the walls with every jolt of Ettoreâs hips made an unwanted pang of pleasure shoot through your body, making goosebumps rise along your skin.
You hated that you were feeling pleasure from this. You were so ashamed, but god, it felt so much better than the pain of his cock splitting you open over and over again.
You felt so hot, a thin layer of sweat covering your entire body. Ettore on top of you made it even worse, his sweat coated body pressing up against yours, your breasts being squished under the weight of his chest. You were breathless as his dick kept brushing against your g-spot as he kept moving in and out of you rapidly, feeling your slick dripping off the curve of your ass and pooling onto a puddle on the cold floor. You couldnât keep your moans in and against your hatred for the man, you allowed your body to relax and indulge in the euphoric sensations. Ettoreâs smug smirk made it difficult however.
You looked to your right, seeing the discarded rubikâs cube sitting idly on the floor next to you. You didnât hesitate to grab onto it tightly, hitting Ettore over the head with it again and again until he was weak enough to push him off of you. But instead of running like you shouldâve done, you straddled him, pushing his cock back inside you and riding him, chasing that release that had already begun building in your core.
Ettore groaned with a smirk, looking up at you in a pleasured haze (and possible concussion). âI knew you wanted to fuck me.â You replied by punching him square in the jaw, busting his lip open deep enough that a small trail of blood slid down the side of his face. You shocked him by leaning down and licking the red substance, the metallic bitter taste coating your tongue and making you move your hips faster. His furrowed brows from the pleasure and pain spurred you on further, raking your nails down his chest hard enough until little droplets of blood beaded on his pale skin, his groan filling your ears and making your clit throb.
You placed both your hands around Ettoreâs neck as you continued to thrust against him, squeezing harder and harder the closer you got to your climax. You smiled with a loud moan as you heard his choked gasps, his face getting red as he attempted and failed to breathe in the recycled oxygen. The sight of him struggling to breathe edged you closer and closer. But eventually, he started to fight against you, grabbing onto your hands to try and pry you off. You tried to dig your fingers tighter against his skin, determined to make him pass out at least, but he knocked you off him with a single strong punch to your cheek. âYou canât kill me that easily.â Ettore coughed out hoarsely, his near death experience not even being enough to take a break from fucking you. He took a deep breath and resumed plowing into you like you didnât just almost kill him. âGod, youâre so pretty beaten and bloody like this.â He moaned, grabbing onto your neck and squeezing like you had down previously, though not enough thatâd you pass out. The lack of oxygen made the pleasure all the more intense, your walls clamping down on his cock as your release was right there. âSuch a fuckinâ whore, arenât you? I bet youâve wanted this all along. You just needed to be put in your place, right? Donât worry, Iâll never let you forget where you belong, what youâre good for. Youâre just a pretty little toy whose only purpose is to be fucked and filled.â
You moaned as his words finally made that wave of ecstasy wash over you like a tsunami, powerful and unforgiving as it destroyed you, making your mind go blank as the only thing you could feel was that throbbing pleasure that knocked the breath out of you. Ettore groaned as your walls seemed to pull him in deeper, pulsing rhythmically as you rode out your high with shuddering high pitched moans and trembling limbs. It didnât take long at all for him to reach his climax as well, pumping you full of his cum with a load strained groan, sweat dripping down the side of his face and mixing with his blood as he slumped against you to try and catch his breath.
You came out of your daze enough to feel him against you, hearing and feeling his deep breaths fan against your skin, making you panic and quickly push him off you; there was nothing he could do about it since he was so weak from his orgasm. You sat up with a huff, dressing yourself frantically, refusing to look at Ettore.
âI bet youâve never come that hard before.â He voiced arrogantly, making you roll your eyes.
âI have.â
âLiar.â
You turned back around to glare at him. âIf you try this shit again, Iâll kill you. Thatâs a promise.â
Ettore, still naked, stood up and pulled you to him by your waist with a smirk. âForgive me if I doubt that. You sure seemed to enjoy yourself, slut. I wouldn't be surprised if you came crawling back for more soon.â
You scowled, unable to voice any retort like you usually did. You blamed your post orgasm haze. Ettore only hummed, dressing himself and walking past you, bumping your shoulder. You bit your lip hard until you tasted blood, hating yourself and him.
âWell, whenever you feel like you wanna be filled with a real cock again, you know where to find me.â

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{warnings} smut (a/b/o standards like heat, breeding, knotting, all that good stuff; kinda dubcon because the reader doesn't totally understand what's happening at first), incest and stepcest (the reader is rhaenyra's daughter making her daemon's stepdaughter and aemond's niece), virginity loss, kinda painful sex/pain kink near the end, threesome, oral m receiving, spitroast, discussions of pregnancy, infidelity (daemon is married to rhaenyra), basically no plot just filthiness



Your visits to King's Landing were far too rare for your tastes. You didn't mind that Dragonstone was your home, it was beautiful there and you and your brothers found plenty to do and seeâ but you missed the old castle at times, missed the adventure and mystery there. Most of all, you missed your extended family. Though, really, you only missed some very specific members of it.
Firstly, you missed your Aunt Helaena, because she'd always been kind to you and taught you some things when you were a girlâ like how to braid hair and how to play her flute (but you were never very good at either). Secondly, and much more, you missed your Uncle Aemond. As cunning and cold as he could be to others, he tended to be sweet with you, as long as you could remember. The older you both got, the more you started to feel more than a friendly, or familial, connection with himâ your girlish daydreams sometimes drifted to what it would be like if you married him someday, but you figured that would never happen with the growing animosity between your family and his. Still, when he smiled at you, or when he kissed your head the tender way he did, you couldn't help but hope he felt as you did.
But you loved your family here, of courseâ your mother was sweet to you, as her only daughter, and your stepfather Daemon loved you as his own. (Some cast a suspicious eye at the two of you, thinking maybe he loved you more than his own⊠but he was just affectionate, thatâs all.)
In fact, he was being characteristically tender with you as you approached Kingâs Landing, rubbing your arm reassuringly until you smiled up at him. âIâm sure youâre the happiest of any of us to be here,â he told you with a smirk.
âYou arenât happy to see your brother?â you pressed, but he never answered. Your conversation was interrupted by the end of the journey being reached; they were waiting in the courtyard for you, and even though there was a tension in the air between everyone, you couldnât help but smile shyly at Aemond. He looked back at you, the smallest curl growing on his lips, and your heart fluttered.
For now, you had to behave calmly and politely. But as soon as dinner preparations had begun and everyone had separated to manage individual matters, you ran through the castle to find Aemond in his chambersâ and flung yourself into his arms with a squeal of delight.
He hugged you in return, though he tried to soothe you as he laughed softly at your excitement. âIt hasnât been so long, has it, niece?â he asked with a smirkâ so smug about the way you clearly had missed him.
âYou missed me too, didnât you?â you sighed, pulling back to look up at his face; he wore the softest smile for youâ his one eye sparkled brighter than the sapphire when he looked at you, you swore it, and you were glad you caught him without his patch to hide behind.
âOf course, sweet girl,â he promised. âMyâ youâve grown, havenât you? Werenât you a little girl last you visited? And now Iâve got a woman in my arms.â
You flushed with warmth in your face and chest when he spoke like thatâ you felt most like a woman in his arms, anyway, even though your stepfather had commented more than once as well on your development as of late. âYou act like Iâm so much younger than you, Aemond,â you mumbled shyly. Somehow, you felt most like a woman when he held you; and, even more strangely, most like that little girl he remembered when he looked at you like that.
The embrace was cut short when you felt that dizzy feeling again, your eyes blinking quickly and the heat of your flush growing almost unbearable for a moment. âAre you alright?â he asked, seeing your dazed reaction.Â
âY-yes, Iâmâ this happens,â you mumbled, trying to find your balance again as he stepped forward to keep you from falling. âFainting spellsâ w-well, except I donât faint⊠I just feel strange.â
He narrowed his eye, looking you up and down. âStrange?â
âHot,â you whispered, throat a little dryâ suddenly you could smell him, and he smelled perfect: it reminded you of snow-covered pine, icy and sturdy just like him. Why couldnât you smell that before?
He pressed his hand to your forehead, and you bit your lip to keep from whimpering. The heat just seemed to spread all over you, and your head spun as your knees went a little weak. âHow long has this been going on? Do your parents know?â he asked quickly.
You struggled to keep your thoughts in order enough to answer, a cramp hitting your gut all of a suddenâ that had happened before, too, but the episodes never lasted this long before⊠which was why you hadnât told your parents, it didnât seem notable at the time. Now, of course, as pain twisted inside you, you regretted that. âJ-just⊠just a fewâŠâ you tried to respond, but then you couldnât even remember how many days it had been. All you could remember was this moment, and you reached up to clutch at his shoulders. You swore you heard him growl as he pulled you into him, and the noise made a shiver run through your body.
âI think you may beâ fuck,â he interrupted himself, and you felt his nose brush against the side of your face as he breathed in deeply beside your neck. You were so soothed by his touch that you didnât even really consider how bizarre it was that he buried his face there, smelling and tasting your skin. âYouâre presentingâ poor thing, it hurts, doesnât it?â
You didnât know what that meant, but yes, it hurt; you whined as you nodded, making weak fists that tugged on his leather tunic. Â
âI can help you,â he promised, âI can take that pain away.â
âUncle,â you whimpered, âpleaseâ help me, please, I donât understand whatâs hapââ
âShh, sweet girl,â he cooed softly, âyouâll be alrightâ itâs all well, Iâm here now⊠Iâll help you, omega.â
Your eyebrows knittedâ you werenât sure you heard him right⊠omega? Maybe it was a Valyrian word you hadnât heard before? Youâd always daydreamed during your lessons as a child, and you certainly were less fluent than your uncle Aemond.
âAll you have to do is as youâre told,â he instructed. âDo what I say and Iâll take care of you.â
âPlease,â you whined again, another cramp in your core hittingâ and with it, a heat between your legs that you realised with distant shame was wetness flooding you. He took a deep breath in and groaned, suddenly pulling you with him across the room. You didnât realise he was taking you to the bed until you felt it under your back.
âI can help you,â he said again, kissing all over your flushed face as you clutched at him desperately. His hands started to slide up under your dress and pet your legs which spread wide for him instinctively, your hips shaking as more slick leaked from your opening. âYour Alphaâs here, my darlingâŠâ
Before you could even consider asking what any of this meantâ you were so needy, you might just let it all happen regardlessâ Daemon burst in the room.
âFuck,â he blurted out when he saw you writhing on the bed while Aemond touched you. âIs she reallyâ? I can smell her from across the courtyard, fuck, so sweetâŠâ Â
âLeave us, Uncle,â Aemond ordered instantly, âsheâs mine.â
âSheâs my daughter, I should be the one to help her,â Daemon sneered. He crossed the room and approached the bed as Aemond held you tighter, defensively.
âSheâs not your daughter,â Aemond scoffed, âsheâs your wifeâs bastardâ and sheâll be my omega.â
Daemon shoved his nephew off of you with a growl, making you whimper. âPleaseâ pleaseâŠâ was all you could say. You werenât even sure what that sentence would be if you had the ability to finish: please donât fight, perhaps, or please touch me.
âI should claim her,â Daemon insisted, descending on you next with a sweet purr. âDonât you want Papa to help you now?â
You whined in confusion, one hand shakily reaching up to hold onto your stepfatherâs shoulderâ but the other found Aemondâs hand and squeezed it tightly. âLet her decide,â Aemond decided, knowing you were so affectionate for himâ Daemon might agree to that measure, thinking you would choose your stepfather first, if he thought you understood what was being asked of you.
âShe canât decide now,â Daemon hissed, âsheâs presenting, sheâs deliriousâ and she doesnât even know what she is!â
âShe doesnâtâ?!â Aemond repeated, eyes wide as he looked back and forth between you two. âYou never taught her? You never told herâ!â
âWe didnât know!â Daemon defended. âWe thoughtâ everyone thought Rhaenyra would be an omega, as pure as she is, but she never presented⊠we just assumedââ
âHow deprived you were, niece,â Aemond cooed at you, stroking your arm. âYour mother never taught you about usâ about how special our family really is, that you might beââ
âWhat am I?â you whimpered, shaking, looking up at your uncle with teary eyes. He held your face and pet your cheek gently, but there was a rageful hunger in his eye like youâd never seen.
âYouâre mine,â he answered.
âOurs,â Daemon corrected. âSheâll belong to both of us.â
Even though you still barely had any idea what was going on, you knew how dangerous of a proposition that was. Neither your uncle nor stepfather were ones for sharingâŠ
Though he snarled in chagrin, Aemond was nodding as he pulled you into him again. âWeâll both help you, all right?â he prompted you quietly. âYour stepfather and Iâ we can both help you. You just have to do as youâre toldâŠâ
âPlease,â you repeated weakly; you were carried to the bed and all but thrown onto it, a moment later feeling Daemonâs hands help undress you right away.
âI want her first,â Aemond informed Daemon firmly.
âYou know how long Iâve waited for this, boy?â Daemon snapped, making his nephew laugh coldly.
âWhat a naughty Papa you are,â he smirked. âWill your wife approve of you fucking her daughter?â
âWh-what?!â you choked. âWhat⊠what will you do to me?â
Daemon growled in the back of his throat as your dress was torn away, and you felt two pairs of hands run all over your bare skin as Aemond pulled you to lay on him. âAs your uncle told you,â Daemon answered, âweâll help you.â
Did they have to be so fucking cryptic all the time?!
âIâm having her first,â Aemond insisted again, âI found her first. Youâll have your turn.â
He helped you to straddle his lap, reaching down to quickly free himself from his trousers with a sigh; your legs were shaking already, and you jolted when you felt him press his cock up to your opening. âU-Uncle,â you whimpered, âare youâ will we reallyâ?â
âHavenât you wanted this, sweet girl?â Aemond whispered in your ear. âDonât you want me to fill you?â
Though you whined before you let yourself admit it, you nodded. âYes,â you choked, âyesâ I wanted this.â
Aemond gave his uncle a little smirk, admiring the look on Daemonâs faceâ some impossible, forbidden mix of a jealous lover and a disapproving father. Apparently, he thought his stepdaughter was more loyal, and wouldnât fall for her uncle sat so firmly on the other side of political lines. But love is funny like thatâ especially where Targaryens are involved.
âCall me your Alpha,â Aemond instructed in a low groan by your ear, struggling to resist his instinct to simply take you without any more delayâ heâd been fighting his desire the second he first smelled you, not wanting to rush it too much, but both men were overcome with the need to be inside you as you shuddered and whimpered. Â
âAlpha,â you whispered back, feeling a pull to obey much more than usual when he spoke to you this way. âMy AlphaâŠâ
He pulled your hips down, sliding his cock inside you all at once. His head fell back as your hips rested on his; you cried loudly, feeling a sharp stretchâ but more than pain, much more, there was pleasure, relief, and satisfaction. You went totally limp in his arms and let him guide you to grind your hips just as he liked; âFuck,â he panted, âyouâre even more perfect than I everâ ahâ ever imagined, dear nieceâ sweet omegaâŠâ
âUncle,â you sobbed, clinging onto him tightly. He was rightâ the pain had gone, for the most part, now all you had was this need for more⊠for everything. Even though you were so weak and helpless, you found yourself able to move on top of him, bouncing up and down in his lap to find some more of that impossibly-perfect friction; he watched you with pride and lust in his smile. âAemond, it feelsâ ohâŠâ
âIt feels right,â he finished for you, âdoesnât it?â
You nodded in agreement, shivering when you realised the fingers ghosting up and down your spine were your stepfatherâs. âHow does she feel?â he asked in a rough voice that wouldâve been terrifying if you didnât trust him completely.
âHot,â Aemond answered quickly. âSo hot insideâ she really is a dragon.â
They both laughed a little, though it wasnât because it was funnyâ it was a specific emotion youâd never seen on either of them until now. Daemon leaned in and kissed the back of your neck, making you gasp and whine and lean back into his arms as you kept riding Aemond dutifully; Aemond hissed slightly, digging his fingers into your hips.Â
âShe⊠she tensed up on me when you kissed her there,â Aemond said with a gasp. âFuckâ I didnât know she could get any tighterâŠâ
âBeautiful,â Daemon praised you in a mumble against your skin, fingers now exploring more as he lightly tickled your sides and teased your breasts. âAre you being good for him, omega? Taking care of your uncle as you should?â
You gasped and nodded, eyes heavy and wet. âYesâ yes, PapaâŠâ
He hummed deeply, properly groping your chest now as he licked your neck, even nipping at it with his teeth to make you tighten inside again and again. âF-fuck,â Aemond choked, âI wonâtâ I canât take much more of that, sheâs soâ sheâs perfect, you canât imagine how perfectââ
âI donât have to,â Daemon growled, pulling you off of Aemond who whimpered and begged to have you backâ but the older man was well past the limit of his patience, snarling as he positioned you onto your hands and knees. He held your shoulder to keep you steady, hard cock flexing at the way you hung your head in submission and turned just enough to look back at him innocently over your shoulder. He smiled as you as he gripped himself inside his trousers, silently praying for the patience not to tear you open as soon as he could. Yes, you were his omega, and his stepdaughterâ his property in more ways than oneâ but he would prefer not to hurt you, and his instincts were fighting against his logical mind in that regard.
When he exposed himself, he saw you trying to lookâ trying to see if your Papaâs cock would break you, and he just chuckled slightly to himself.
âYouâll be able to take it,â he promised roughly, âyouâre made to take it.â
He lined himself up, knocking your knees further apart with his own before plunging inside with a long sigh. You cried again but pushed back against him, too; your hands still clung weakly onto your uncle, who soothed you and kissed your tears away encouragingly.
âYou were right,â Daemon sighed, electing to just hold you still and stay buried as deep as he could go for a moment. âSheâsâ fuck.â
Aemond took one of your hands from his shoulder and guided it down to his cock, still soaked from your slick; he guided you to stroke it with your shaking fingers, whispering filthy praises in your ear while Daemon fucked you slowly (at first). âYou have to take care of both of us,â your uncle reminded you. âGods, you smell so sweet⊠I could smell you from across the hall, thatâs how I found youâ I knew you needed me, needed an Alpha to breed you.â
âI⊠I donât understandâŠâ you mumbled, gasping as your stepfather picked up his pace and fucked you more roughly.
âWe should tell her now,â Daemon decided. âWell, you shouldâ Iâm quite busy alreadyâ fuck, so tightâŠâ
âWould you like me to tell you everything, sweet girl?â Aemond asked you, tightening your grip on his cock when you nodded. âJust keepâ keep stroking me, and Iâll tell you.â
âYes,â you agreed, âanythingâŠâ
âOur family is very special,â Aemond explained to youâ which you already knew, but clearly there was more to it than you were taught. âThereâs a reason we keep to our own, protect our bloodline: some of us are⊠gifted. Like your stepfather and I.â
âLike you,â Daemon added, though he was struggling to focus on any conversation as he used you.
âI always knew you were meant for more, my lovely niece,â Aemond cooed, though his nostrils flared for a moment as he moved your hand to wank him faster. âAnd you areâ meant to give us a new branch of the family, purer than any that came beforeâŠâ
Even with your mind still clouded with desperation, you knew how you were expected to do that. âYouâllâ youâll get me pregnant?â you realised with a shaky gasp.
Aemond nodded, smiling as he kissed your face. âDonât worryâ it wonât be as difficult for you as it was for your mother. Sheâs not like us, sheâs⊠weaker.â
âThey all are,â Daemon added, in defence of his wife. âItâs been generations since an omega was born to us.. even in as pure a family as ours, itâs rareâ only your uncle and I are Alphas.â
âIt makes you much more fertile,â Aemond continued, âit makes us need to care for youâ with our bloodline, thereâs a small chance any of us could be like this⊠but our children, with both their parents being this way, theyâll all be gifted in the same way. Think of the generations weâll sire, and it all starts tonightâŠâ
Clearly, he was excited by the prospect of keeping you bred for years to come, creating a new line of Targaryens guaranteed with these âgiftsâ of fertility and instinct⊠well, you werenât quite as keen. Even as your body longed for the promise of being impregnated, your mind filled with fear. âIâ what if I canâtâ?â you started to wonder.
âYou will,â Aemond promised, without even knowing what concerned youâ because he didnât have to. âYou can do anything, omega, youâll do anything for your Alphas. Itâs your nature; you obey.â
Just as he said it, Daemon thrust especially roughly into you and made you quiver. A pleasure began to build in your gut, heavy and hot, while your stepfather let go of all pretence and fucked you with all the passion and possessiveness heâd been holding back for years. He bent down over you and gave open-mouthed kisses to your back, making you feel small in his grasp and feeling the heat of every moan and sigh spread over your skin. âSo perfect,â he said again, âitâs better than anythingâ you really were made for pleasure, werenât you, omega?â
âHavenât you had enough?â Aemond sneered at his uncle. âI think itâs time for my turn again.â
âYou can have your turn after Iâve knotted her,â Daemon decided.
Aemond grabbed you angrily, pulling you forward and slipping Daemonâs cock out of youâ both of you reacting in disappointment. âYour knot? Please,â Aemond scoffed, âthat could take hoursâ I need her now.â
âSo do I,â Daemon insisted, but Aemond was determined to get inside you again. Breathing through his teeth, he pushed his cock back into you roughly, guiding your hips to make sure he filled you to the very brim. Shivering, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and let him fuck into you, accepting that it was better to let them do whatever they liked with you and just hope you didnât get ripped to shreds in their fight over you.
âSo beautiful,â Aemond sighed just before he kissed you on the lipsâ you let your mouth go slack right away, offering it for him to claim as well; his kiss was filthy and hungry and desperate, making you moan and whimper his name helplessly as he fucked you harder and harder.
âDonât make me watch this,â Daemon pleaded with a whine, easily the most pathetic youâd ever heard him sound. âI needâ fuck, she smells so goodâŠâ
âYou can fuck her again,â Aemond promised, only breaking away from the kiss long enough to speak, âwhen Iâm done.â
âWhen youâre done?â Daemon realised. âYouâre going to knot her, arenât you? Fucking bastard.â
Of course, the only thing that could make Aemond stop kissing you was a chance to argue with your stepfather. âI wouldnât speak of bastards if I were you, Uncle,â Aemond taunted. âLet her use her hand on you while you wait.â
âHand? I have much greater ideas than that,â Daemon informed you both proudly. He moved around from his place behind you, kneeling beside where Aemond laid on the ground so he could pull you away from the kiss and push his cock up to your face. âUse your mouth, omegaâ stick your tongue out for me.â
Doing as you were told, you whimpered slightly as he slid the fat head of his cock over your waiting tongue.
âGood,â he praised, staring down at you and petting your hair soothingly. âYou do so well for us both, darlingâ now close your lips on it. Suckle on it, not too hardâ fuck, fuck, how perfect you areâŠâ
âI donât especially care for your bollocks in my face, Uncle,â Aemond frowned.
âLean away,â Daemon offered, not exactly sympathetic to the issue when he was so focused on the warmth of your mouth on his cock.
âI canât! Your knee is on my hair!â Aemond snapped, and Daemon finally moved enough for Aemond to yank his head away with a grimace. Â
âYou see why I keep mine shorter now,â Daemon chuckled. Â
âI doubt thatâs exactly why,â Aemond rolled his eyes, but knowing how perverse his uncle could be, he almost worried that he actually had found himself on the other end of the same issue before.
âMy apologies,â Daemon offered in a mumble, but Aemond clearly wasnât going to hold a grudgeâ he was moaning again already, holding your hips so he could buck up into you, kissing all along your opposite shoulder while your stepfather pushed his cock deeper into your mouth.
In fact, he kept sliding his thick shaft between your swollen lips until the tip of his cock reached the back of your throat, making you gag. You wanted to apologise, but you didnât for two reasons: one, your mouth was full; two, Daemon only moaned louder, praising you again. In fact, he kept making you gag over and over until a tear ran down your cheek. âLet her breathe,â Aemond ordered, sounding almost hurt with how worried he was for you.
Daemon pulled out of your mouth to let you gasp and sputter, Aemond holding your face and kissing it repeatedly to try to soothe you. âI-Iâm alright,â you promised, âlet me try again, please, Papaââ
Daemon grinned darkly as he pushed his cock back up to your lips. âYouâre too sweet, omegaâ you want so much to please your Alphas, I know.â
âDonât go so hard on her,â Aemond warned, âyou know if you hurt her at all, it will be hard not to kill you.â
Daemon was more amused than concerned by the threat, but he knew his nephew was rightâ not just about the way Alphas would defend their mates instinctively (Daemon understood that instinct firsthand, it was how poor Laenor met his end), but about the fact that he should be gentler with you. You werenât one of his whores, you were his sweet daughter and a new omegaâ you needed to be treated with care. But it was almost impossible to keep calm in a time like this. âYou should know how difficult it is to hold myself back,â Daemon sighed, âhaving to smell her and see her and listen to herâ her mouth isnât enough, I need her cunt.â
"Well, so do I," Aemond countered.
Unfortunately for Aemond, Daemon was strongerâ and terribly impatient. He growled and yanked you off of Aemond, throwing you onto your back and roughly filling you again. You gasped, overwhelmed by being thrown back and forth between them, with never enough time for your body to get properly used to one or the other. It certainly felt different looking up at your stepfather as he fucked you, seeing him groan and bare his neck as he moved his hips quickly. "Papa," you gasped, properly accepting for the first time that it was your stepfatherâ your mother's husband, your great uncleâ fucking you now. He smiled down at you, holding himself up by one hand as he touched your face with the other.
"Darling," he whispered, "you knew, didn't you? That I wanted you in this way?"
Honestly, you weren't sureâ it all felt like a lifetime ago now; presenting as an omega was disrupting enough to your worldview, being claimed by your uncle and stepfather made it even more sure that this felt like the beginning of something entirely new.
"Daemon, everyone knew," Aemond assured. "You were never subtle."
You wanted to ask if your mother knewâ but the pleasure kept you from speaking anything coherent, and the instincts controlling your body kept you from feeling any guilt. Like Aemond said, it just felt so right, so natural that you knew nothing about this could be wrong.
Aemond pulled you into another kiss, laying beside you and touching you anywhere he could reachâ starting first with your breasts, which he broke away from your lips to latch onto next. You moaned loudly, feeling terrible sensitive with Aemond's tongue and lips teasing your hardened nipples. "How full these will beâŠ" Aemond whispered reverently against your skin. "All your milk for our babies⊠you're incredibleâ our little omega, you'll carry so many beautiful Targaryens in youâŠ"
You whimpered, reaching down to find Aemond's throbbing cockâ he hissed as you gripped it, trying to stroke him the same way he'd guided you before. "Iâ I want to please you, AlphaâŠ"
He groaned and smiled, coming back up to your lips again but holding your face so he could look at you closely. "I know, sweet girlâ it's in your nature. You live to serve, don't you, omega?"
Whining slightly, you nodded, and he captured your mouth in another kiss.
The thrusts into you grew faster and more erratic, rocking your body as you gasped. Aemond's hand slipped down over your mound, finding your swollen bud and rubbing it as Daemon fucked you with ruthless intensity. It was too much: it made your back arch and your throat catch.
"Come, omega," Daemon ordered; helpless to his commands, you sucked in a gasp against Aemond's lips and felt another wave of hot slick leak from between your quivering legs. Both men groaned, and you swore you saw Aemond's eye go black as he took a deep inhale of your heady scent in the air.
"So obedient," Aemond observed, "I hadn't even known that omegas could come on command⊠what a talent."
There was this embarrassing squelching noise coming from where your stepfather drove his cock into you, your arousal coating his and your thighs as he held the back of your knees.
âFuck!â Daemon grunted suddenly, and you struggled and whimpered as you felt his cock seem to swellâ more and more, well past what you thought was possible, until you cried out from the fullness. Â
âAlpha!â you sobbed, hearing him snarl as he held your hips to keep you from trying to get away. Â
âAre youâ?â Aemond realised, growling with jealousy. âFuck, youâre breeding your own stepdaughter, youâre unforgivableâŠâ
âItâsâ fuck, just wait, nephew,â Daemon promised, still panting as more of his sticky come flooded inside you.
âI canât wait,â Aemond whimpered, âI need to breed her, you know I need toââ
âItâll be worth the wait,â Daemon assured, âitâs unlike anythingâ gods, sheâsââ
He never finished any of those sentences, just moaning and continuing to pump his seed into you as he breathed heavily. âWhatâs happening?â you asked Aemond with a shaky whimper.
âYour Papa is filling you, omega,â he answered, petting your side as you shivered. âOne of the ways weâre differentâ Alphas, we⊠we have something called a knot. It keeps us inside so youâll never waste a drop of seedâ but only omegas can fit something so large, we have to⊠make concessions, with other lovers.â
âWe can never be⊠fully inside, when we finish,â Daemon panted, âor weâll hurt themâ could kill them, really. But you, you⊠you take it so well, omega, you take it perfectly⊠fuck!â
âI-it hurts, a little,â you admitted, trying not to move so you wouldnât disturb the soreness inside you. âItâsâ how is it so big?â
Daemon smirked proudly, holding onto you just as tightly though heâd finished spilling his seed already. He tilted his head back slightly first as he took deep and fast breaths, only to drop it forward limply as silver strands hung limply around his face.
"Fuck," Daemon sighed again, "I never could've imagined how it would feel⊠being so deep within you, that sweet cunt keeping my knot warm insideâ darling, it's incredible."
He stroked your face approvingly as you sighed.
"You expect me to wait until it's gone down for my turn to feel that?" Aemond sneered.
"You don't have a choice," Daemon laughed, "you'll hurt her if you try to get her off now. You'll just have to find some patience."
The only instinct stronger than the need to breed was to protect you, and so Aemond snarled as he guided your hand to his aching cock once more as he waited his turn. You felt complete relief, for the first time since the headache began, as you felt Daemon's knot inside you. You didn't feel the same as you had before, though: you felt⊠better? In a sense. You felt complete. You felt accomplished, useful⊠needed.
Aemond groaned against your skin as he fucked your fist, kissing along your shoulder and collarbone. "Such a good omegaâ you'll take me next, won't you? You can satisfy us both, yes?"
"Yes, Alphaâ anything, I'll do whatever I can," you promised, addicted already to how rewarding it felt to be good for them. They both smiled proudly.
"You used to be so stubborn," Daemon remembered. "So much changes when you present, doesn't it? Believe it or not, I was rather level-headed before I presented as an Alpha."
"I'll go with 'not'," Aemond decided.
Daemon didnât notice or mind much what Aemond had said, too focused on looking down at where your leaking cunt managed to fit his knotâ he was still amazed by it. Heâd spent his whole life pulling out enough to keep the knot outside when he came (that is, when he could manage to finish at all), even though at times it took all his willpower to fight that instinct. It felt perfect to be inside you nowâ perfect in a way heâd never allowed himself to imagine before.
Aemondâs patience was well past worn; he forced your hand to wrap tightly around his aching cock, fucking your hand as he kissed you hard and whined against your lips. âOmega,â he panted, âeven your hand is so divineâ but I need to be inside you, I need to breed and fill you, pleaseââ
âNot much longer,â Daemon promised, though he was clearly irritated. âIt takes time, nephew.â
You could tell Aemond wanted to say something particularly catty in that momentâ probably something about how it was impressive that Daemon could keep his knot at all at his ageâ but only a groan fell from his mouth as you squeezed his cock a little tighter. He guided your hand lower to rub gently over his balls, and you realised how desperate he really was when you felt how swollen theyâd become, how tender they were as you barely touched them and he hissed in a breath. âFuck,â he panted, âall that come will be inside you soonâ I know how badly you need it, omega, to be bred by your uncle.â
You whimpered but nodded in agreement, letting him move your hand just how he liked so you could keep his hunger at bay.
As for you, the knot inside you brought you mostly back to realityâ but a needy, desperate Alpha beside you kept your omega instincts in control even as some logical thought returned to your mind. That logic made you want to ask them a thousand questions, about what you were and what this all meant and what this would mean for your family⊠but you couldnât, because Aemond never stopped kissing you long enough to let you speak. Not that you were exactly fighting to get a word in: you loved the way he kissed you, so you just melted into it and let him go on tasting your mouth while he stroked himself with your hand.
You couldnât say how long it was before Daemon broke his silence, but however long it was, it went by quicklyâ for you. For Aemond, it was like a lifetime. âItâs small enough now,â Daemon decided. âYou can finally have your turn, nephewâ but I know youâll miss me, little omega, when this pathetic boy is on top of you.â
âGods, just hurry up,â Aemond choked, and Daemon sighed as he held your hips and unsheathed himself from you. The knot wasn't completely subsided, but it had shrunk significantlyâ enough for him to hiss as he carefully slid it out. You whimpered as the bulge of it tugged on your sore walls, and made a stinging pain hit your opening as it passed through. But, finally, you were empty⊠for a split second. Aemond wasted no time getting on top of you and guiding his leaking cock to your hole; he plunged in all at once, making you wince and yelp as you held onto his shoulders, but he ignored the pain he was inflicting and started to move alreadyâ he just couldnât stop himself.
The sting was worth it, though, to hear his loud, satisfied moans; his voice was rougher and deeper than youâd ever heard it, filled with awe as he watched your body take him fully with every thrust. He wasnât moving very quickly yetâ faster than you were ready for, yes, but still savouring the feeling of you for himself.
âI hope sheâs not too stretched out from my knot,â Daemon chuckled, obviously not genuineâ he hoped his nephew could feel the difference, so he was silently disappointed when Aemond shook his head.
âShe feels just as before,â Aemond breathed, âjust as tight and warmâ just as perfect, fuck, she really was made for this. I would never have taken another woman if I knew this was waiting for meâ if I knew I could have an omega to breed someday.â
âI was under the impression you hadnât taken other women,â Daemon laughed, âyou certainly fuck like a virgin.â
âYou ramble like a drunk,â Aemond sneered in reply, losing any interest in verbally sparring with his uncle as he started to move just a bit faster inside you. "Beautiful," he sighed as he leaned down, holding you close, kissing your tears away as he fucked your sore cunt as gently as he could manage. "So beautiful, my omegaâ you take me so well, even when it hurts you⊠you take your Alpha so well."
His praise made it all worth it, and soon enough the soreness was forgottenâ as was his attempting to be careful with you; within a few minutes he was holding you tight and fucking into you ruthlessly, panting beside your face while he slammed his cock into the very end of your insides. Even still, even after hours of your Alphas taking turns with you, your body never stopped leaking slick for them, until Aemond was soaked in your heatâ his cock, balls, thighs, even dripping down to the bed beneath youâŠ
âIt wonât be much longer now,â he warned. âYouâll be bredâ my child in you, sweet girl, is that what you want? All that acheâs going to go away, once youâre good and pregnant, like you were meant to be.â
It sounded like everything youâd ever wanted; it called to your most primal desires and made pleasure course through your veins until your skin was alight with ecstasy. "Please, Alpha!" you sobbed, holding onto him tightly. "I want your knot! I want your babyâŠ"
"Fuck," Aemond gasped, baring his neck to you as he thrusted faster, faster, fasterâ you were afraid you would go numb inside from the friction, heat building until it all collapsed; you twitched and jolted from the orgasm overtaking you, just as Aemondâs knot began to swell. You felt it, like you had with Daemon: the warm come flooding inside your spent cunt, and your eyes rolled back as you went limp. It hurt to take another knot, yes, but you were too exhausted to even react. You were too exhausted to even think, even though you had much to think about: like the fact that your uncle and stepfather had just claimed and taken you, bred you, both of them fully intending to have you with child soon. Theyâd have no way to tell whose child it was, would that even matter? Would your mother stay married to Daemonâ would either of them, or both, take you as their wife? What would you say when, inevitably, questions arose?
None of those questions seemed to matter now⊠all you could think of was the man above you and inside you, the perfect expression of relief on his face as his knot kept growing inside you.
"O-oh," he choked, tightening his fist beside your head, "it feels soâŠ"
"I know," Daemon smirked proudly. "It's unlike anything else, isn't it?"
Aemond nodded weakly, still trying to catch his breath. "Omega⊠our perfect omegaâŠ"
Daemon leaned down to join in on the praise, petting your head as you let your heavy eyes fall shut. "You did so well for us both," he whispered to you. "You may rest nowâ you did beautifully, now restâŠ"
You werenât able to drift to sleep until they were both holding you; Aemond still inside and surrounding you while Daemon gently lifted you to cradle you from behind, with his chest to your back. You shouldâve felt confused, maybe guilty, maybe even disgusted as you reckoned with what you had doneâ what had been done to you. Instead, you only felt at peace, safe and satisfied. You were blessed with a gentle and dreamless sleep as your Alphas held you, still whispering to you sometimesâ still discussing softly with each other what they would do next. From now on, you could leave the thinking and worrying to them, and just fulfil your natural purpose. It sounded nice, actually: lots of pure Targaryen babies, yours and Aemondâs and Daemonâs children, a strange but beautiful family.
For something you couldnât have even imagined this morning, it seemed so obvious to you now⊠obvious, and sort of inevitable. Not that you minded; you were happy to be theirs.
Aemond can brand me any dayđ
Imagine Aemond is so possessive that he removes your eye so you two can match. Or he carves his name into your skin with his dagger while he's fucking you or just cuts out your eye while fucking you too yikes lmaođ
I'm not gonna write it but someone shouldđ
đđđšđ§đđŠđđ§đ - Aemond Targaryen
third and last part to this mini series. i didn't think i'd make a part two but it came to me in a dream and i couldn't ignore my dreams, also peer pressure but that doesn't matter haha...anyway *cough* also, this last part came to me at like 3 am so
Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), (TW) suicide attempt, attempted sexual assault, Stockholm syndrome, heavy angst, kinda Dark!Aemond (he gets better tho cause i couldn't help myself), incest, mild dubcon, oral (f!receiving), romantic-ish love making, fluff ughhh (this fic makes a complete 180 i'm sorry)
word count | 6kđ€đ»đ
part one | part two

You had never felt more hopeless in your entire life.
You had been pretty resilient throughout your time at Kingâs Landing, but it slowly dwindled the longer you were forced to stay.
The Greens chipped away at your strength piece by piece until there was barely anything left. You had been forced to stay in your designated chambers, no one allowed in or out besides the maids and guards. You couldnât count how long it had been since you had seen a friendly face. You were completely alone. You hadnât even seen your uncle since that night he forced himself on you, you wondered if he got punished for it. Probably not. You hated that you started to actually miss him.Â
You just wanted to talk to somebody, anybody. You couldnât just keep staying at the walls all day every day. You even started to wonder how badly it would hurt to throw yourself off your balcony. Would you die before you even hit the ground? Or worse, would you survive the fall?
You had woken up from a nightmare in a cold sweat one morning, shivering and aching all over. You didnât get out of bed until your mouth started flooding with saliva, a sinking feeling washing over you as you felt your stomach lurch. You barely made it to your chamber pot before emptying the contents of your stomach, bile burning the back of your throat and tears streaming down your face. Spots blurred your vision as you slumped against the wall, leaning your head back as you closed your eye. You tried not to wince as your abdomen tensed painfully, another wave of nausea washing over you. You felt like you had been hit by a dragon, aches and pains all over your body including your empty eye socket. Perhaps the Stranger was finally coming to take you away? Would you be okay with that? Is death really better than being imprisoned?
Unfortunately, you werenât able to find out. One of the maids that made your baths came in as you started to fall unconscious, but that darkness never took you as she slashed some cold water on your face, making you gasp awake. âYou are burning up, my Lady.â The maid spoke softly. âOh dear, youâve vomited.â
âClearly.â You mumbled incoherently.
âHow long since youâve last bled, my Lady?â
Your heart threatened to beat out of your chest for a moment, the thought immediately making you panic. But it hadnât been that long ago. Sure, it was before Aemond had taken your virginity, but that didnât automatically mean his seed had taken. âAlmost two weeks ago.â
âI shall call for the maester.â The maid helped you to your bed, propping you up onto your pillows and leaving promptly.
No, you werenât pregnant. You would know, wouldnât you? Surely, women have a sort of sixth sense about that kind of stuff, right? You could only wait for the maester to tell you. But what would happen if you actually were? Would Alicent marry you and Aemond? The thought sent a shiver down your spine.
A gentle breeze blew in from the balcony. You often kept the doors open as the cool night air helped you fall asleep faster. The idea of escaping this life got more and more appealing as you kept thinking about what would happen if you were carrying a babe. A life such as this is no place to raise a baby, especially not with an enemy of your mother. You made your decision.
You cried out as you stood up from your bed, limping your way to your balcony with wobbly feet. You accidentally hit the wall on your left side, still having great difficulty adjusting to your new eyesight. But it would not matter soon enough. With shaking hands, you held onto the railing of your balcony, looking down on all your motherâs subjects. The sun was barely peeking out from the horizon, casting the kingdom in a light orange glow. Kingâs Landing was beautiful, truly. It wouldâve made a nice home had your motherâs crown hadnât been stolen. You could imagine your familyâs dragons flying freely over the rooftops and towers of the Red Keep, your brothers smiling and laughing with each other, your parents ruling peacefully. Yeah, it wouldâve been amazing.
You let out a sob as you heard your dragonâs roars pierce through the air, feeling your sorrow and despair like it was their own. You hoped nothing bad would happen to your dragon. Perhaps theyâd get a new rider after you were gone. Maybe the Greens would set them free, let the creature grieve in peace away from the war. Doubtful. The thought almost made you back away from the rail, but you couldnât handle it anymore. All your life you had been selfless, this one moment would be one of the only times you could allow yourself to be selfish. It would make things easier for your mother. Without the threat of you being killed by the Greens, she could finally torch everyone inside the Red Keep with her dragons.
You struggled to make it up on the railing, but you managed it. You breathed heavily as you looked down, the people below looking as small as ants. You would be okay, you decided. It was a long way down, you would be dead on impact. You smiled weakly as you thought it might feel like you were flying one last time. If not a dragonriderâs death, this would have to do.
You took one final deep breath before stepping off the ledge, expecting to feel the weightlessness of freefall, only it never came.
You were suddenly pulled back violently, falling to the floor of the balcony, your back hitting something hard, but it wasnât the concrete. You struggled against whoever thwarted your attempt to take your own life, until you saw the briefest flash of long white hair, grazing past your face lightly. âLet me go!â You growled.
âI meant it when I said Iâd never let you go.â Aemond spoke quietly, holding you in his arms as tightly as he could without hurting you. âOr did you not remember?â Oh, you remembered alright, how could you not? âI must say, I am quite disappointed that youâd try to leave like this. To kill yourself and possibly our unborn child?â He clicked his tongue in disapproval, but there was an undertone in his voice that made it seem like he was actually upset.
âIâm not pregnant.â You snapped as sharply as you could, feeling your body begging you to give up and give out.
âThe maester will be the judge of that. Heâs on his way. Iâll make sure you stay alive until then, dear niece.â
Yet again, you were taken back to your bed, your uncle sitting in a chair next to the bed and watching you like a hawk. It was unnerving, to say the least. You kept looking up at the ceiling as sweat kept beading on your forehead, the pain in your abdomen forcing tears in your eye that cascaded down the side of your face. Youâve never missed your mother more. All you wanted was her by your side, to hear her call you her sweet girl one more time, to feel her kiss your forehead in that motherly way only she could. You whimpered as you tried to hold back a sob, curling your fingers into your palm tightly, trying to think of anything else but home.
You flinched as Aemond took your hand, unballing your fist and simply holding it gently, occasionally running his thumb over your knuckles. âDonât worry, the maesterâs due any minute now.â It was so unlike him, to be somewhat reassuring and nice. Did seeing you in utter agony finally thaw his ice cold heart?
âPlease, let me goâŠâ You whispered weakly, your voice breaking pitifully.
âNo.â He answered.
âWhat will happen if I am with child, Aemond? Iâm sure your mother wonât be too happy about that. Sheâll probably kill me herself.â You winced as he squeezed your hand tightly in warning, glaring at you before sighing.
âDo you really think her to be that cruel?â
âYou have to get in from somewhere, right?â You gasped as he ripped his hand from yours roughly, standing up to pace with his arms behind his back.
âMust you be so stubborn? I am here trying to be nice and youâre behaving like an ungrateful wretch.â He ranted, his voice threatening to rise but never doing so. He was always skilled at keeping his composure, but you could see how his body tensed and every minute microexpression gave way how much he desired to shout at you.
You scoffed. âIâm sorry if Iâm having difficulty letting my guard down in front of my kidnapper.â
âBelieve it or not, you are much safer here than youâd ever be at Dragonstone.â
âI donât care how safe I might be here, I want to go home. I want to be with my family.â
âYou are with your family.â
âYou donât treat your family with such hostility. You donât force your family to take out their own eye. You donât take away your familyâs birthright when it wasnât theirs to take.â
Aemond chuckled darkly. âYouâre one to talk, niece. You took my eye over an insult.â
âYou were going to kill my brother.â
âYou know I never would have gone through with it. I was a child.â
âAnd so was I.â
âAnd then your mother wanted me tortured after you maimed me. My own sister. And donât tell me she said I was to be sharply questioned. What do you suppose that means, hm? You know, she never once treated me like her own flesh and blood. Nor Aegon, or even Helaena. She never treated us like we were her family. We were always just Alicentâs children. Thatâs all. Do you think we never wanted a relationship with our own sister? All this was Rhaenyraâs doing, youâd be a fool to not see that. You hold her up on a pedestal, you think she can do no wrong.â Aemond sighed, shaking his head. âIf we really were her family, this never would have happened in the first place.â
You wanted to continue the conversation, so badly, but your body simply did not allow it. You let out a soft groan as your throbbing head lolled back, hitting the soft pillows beneath you. You felt like you were going to throw up again, but nothing came up. It didnât take but a moment until Aemond was back beside you, feeling your forehead with the back of his hand. You heard the doors to your chambers open, the sound of voices and footsteps growing distant until you blacked out.

Aemond hated how worried he was. He wanted to stop his feet from forcing him to pace back and forth outside your doors, the maester inside working to figure out what was happening to you.Â
You had shown symptoms of being pregnant, but what if it was something else? Would that be better or worse? Alicent had reprimanded him so harshly for bringing you to Kingâs Landing, Aemond didnât even know if she would agree to marry them. So if you were with child, it would be a bastard, just like you.
Aemond growled in frustration as the maester took his sweet time in your quarters, then flinching slightly when his mother appeared in front of him. âHow is she?â Alicent asked, her voice barely above a whisper, like she feared sheâd distract the maester if she spoke any louder even though he was on the other side of a door.
âShe was burning up, passed out as soon as the maester arrived.âÂ
Aemond tried not to look worried, more inconvenienced, but Alicentâs motherly instincts, what little she had, could tell he was more upset that he led on. âIâm sure sheâll be alright.â She smiled reassuringly.
Aemond hummed. âHer mother wouldnât be too pleased if she dies in our care, surely. Has she written back with an answer yet?â
Alicent shook her head. âNo. But I know her. She would do anything to protect her children, so Iâm hopeful.â They each turned their attention to the maester who exited your room. âWhat news?â
âIâm afraid the flesh around her eye is infected. We will need to cut away the infected flesh and keep her under our watch around the clock to make sure it doesnât get infected again. I am hopeful that she will be okay, but we need to get her to surgery immediately.â
âOf course, maester. Do whatever you need to do.â
The surgery was long and tedious, but you made it out okay. The Queen mother had maids rotate out every few hours to keep watch on you, the maester visiting every several hours to check on your bandages and making sure to keep the wound clean. You were asleep all the while, constantly being given milk of the poppy to keep you under and pain free. Not that youâd ever know, but you were in the prayers of Alicent and Helaena, despite being the daughter of the enemy. Aegon couldnât care less, he thought it was idiotic to keep you alive. But Aemond, he was never seen far from your chambers. Heâd visit to see how you were fairing every so often, but he never stayed very long. It wasnât until the third day of recovery that he stayed in your room more often.
Being addled on milk of the poppy, you had no clue what was going on around you. It was hard to care either way. But sometimes youâd wake up in the middle of the night and you would see Aemond sitting in a chair near the fireplace, reading a book and simply just staring into the flames, then youâd pass out yet again. It became a comfort of sorts to find Aemond in your room, youâd rather it be him than anyone else. Better the devil you know than the devil you donât, but you slowly started to not see him as a devil. After that conversation you had with him before your surgery, you started to feel bad for him, despite him being the reason you only had one eye now. Although, now that you knew what it was like, it had made you understand him and his motivations a bit more.
After a couple more days, you were starting to be weaned off milk of the poppy. Your head ached and your wound throbbed, but you were glad you were conscious again. But the more conscious you became, the less you saw of Aemond. You were surprised that you actually felt sad by that. This man had kidnapped and violated you, you shouldâve been happy to have some space from him. Now you just felt lonely again. You were back to only seeing your maids faces, now the maester every other day. But you were now able to get up and walk around, as long as you didnât push yourself. You couldnât even if you wanted to, but now your balcony doors were barred. Aemond mustâve told everyone what had happened, the thought embarrassed you more than it should have.
You were trying to unbar the balcony doors one night, not to jump this time, but you missed the breeze. But you were stopped when your doors opened loudly, causing you to jump and turn around to see⊠âAegon?â
âNiece!â The usurper king grinned. âSo glad to see youâre up and about, you look healthier than ever. You gave us all a fright you did.â
âYouâre drunk, what a surprise.â
âHey, youâd be drunk all the time if you had to be king too, or, er, queen.â
You rolled your eye, crossing your arms to protect your modesty. âWhat are you doing here, Aegon?â
âKing.â He corrected.
âNot to me.â You snapped, making him frown and send a glare your way.
âDisrespectful cunt.â He mumbled, stumbling towards a chair and taking a seat rather ungracefully.
You probably shouldâve been extra cautious around Aegon, even more so since he was drunk, but you had a hard time being afraid when he looked so pitiful. You stepped towards him, kneeling down beside him with the most condescending expression you could muster. âMaybe Iâd have more respect if you werenât a drunken entitled man child that steals his own sisterâs throne. You will be a worse king than Maegor the Cruel.â
Despite Aegon being completely wasted, he grabbed a hold of your neck like he was sober, standing up and forcing you up with him, the tightness around your neck making your head spin. âHow dare you speak to your king that way?â He spat, his other hand slapping your face and squishing your jaw. âYou wish to know true cruelty? Perhaps I shall bring you to my chambers tonight? One night with me and youâll be on your knees praying that the Stranger comes and takes you away. Or would you enjoy that? Your mother is a whore, maybe the apple doesnât fall far from the tree? Iâve always wondered what youâd feel like around my cock. Iâve talked to my brother about it, I thought heâd be man enough to come take your maidenhead. But youâre quivering like a leaf right now, maybe I was wrong. I guess my brother is still that little boy who couldnât stand up for himself. No matter. Your king will take you. You should be honored.â
You quickly bit Aegonâs hand as hard as you could, hearing him let out a satisfying yelp, feeling his harsh grip on you release enough so that you could push him away. âYouâre vile!â You yelled, keeping a chair in between you and the drunken man.
Aegon laughed, running his hands through his greasy hair. âDonât worry, I wonât hurt youâŠmuch. Hey, how about this, Iâll forgive your treachery and let you live if you let me take your virginity?â
âAemond already took it, you fool.â You scowled.
âOh!â He grinned darkly. âHow about that? Guess I donât have to be gentle with you after all.â
âNo, no!â You screamed as Aegon kicked the chair away from you, grabbing you and dragging you to your bed, although with a bit of a struggle due to his drunken state. âLet me go, you lecherous perv!â
Aegonâs mischievous smile quickly dropped as he felt cool steel be placed at the juncture of his neck, the metal already lightly scraping his skin and forcing blood to trickle down his skin. âYou heard her. Let her go.â You let out a quiet sigh of relief as Aemond came into view, his dark eye burning into the back of Aegonâs head.
âBrother, you know I could have your head for this?â Aegon growled.
âNot much a king can do if heâs dead.â He said as he pressed the dagger against his skin with more pressure, causing Aegon to hiss in pain as his skin sliced open easily. He rolled his eyes as he let you go, pushing you off of him and onto the bed, Aemond quickly pulling his brother to him.Â
âI heard you took her maidenhead. I didnât think you had it in you, brother.â Aegon smirked, even with the dagger to his throat.
âI will only say this once so you would do well to listen, brother. She is mine. Not yours, not anyone elseâs. Mine, and only mine. Understand?â Aemond spoke lowly, his eye seemingly staring into Aegonâs soul.
Aegon frowned in annoyance as he held up his hands in surrender. âFine. Sheâs all yours.â But Aemond kept his blade out and pointed at his brother until he was completely out the door, only sheathing it when the doors closed.
âAre you alright?â Aemond spoke, his back facing you.
You resisted the urge to ask why he suddenly cared. âYesâŠthank you.â
He hummed. âIâll be right outside your door tonight. Just in case he comes back.â
âYouâŠâ You hesitated, completely sure that this was a bad idea, but you couldnât stop yourself. âYou donât have to. You can stay in hereâŠif youâd like.â You cringed at how awkward you mustâve sounded, but if you did Aemond didnât notice or care.
âHowâs your eye?â He asked as he took a seat in one of your chairs, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable.
âFine, it doesn't hurt anymore thankfully.â He nodded. The silence was deafening, and you didnât know if you could handle it all night. But you didnât know if thatâs what he preferred. âDid I worry you much?â You joked, although it came out more serious than you intended. He didnât look amused. You looked down to hide your frown, picking at your nails with a sigh. âHas there been any word from my mother?â
âNo.â He responded curtly.
âWhat you told me the other nightâŠI didnât know any of that, how my mother treated you. I knew she didnât have the best relationships with you all, or any at all. But I never thought she disliked any of you. She never spoke ill of you, she rarely spoke of you at all, so I guess I just assumed that nothing was wrong.â You shrugged. âSheâs always been so loving, not just to me and my brothers, but everyone Iâve seen her interact with. You were rightâŠI put her on a pedestal. I couldnât see her faults. IâmâŠIâm sorry she treated you all that way. Siblings are supposed to look out for each other.â
Aemondâs expression was unreadable, like it often was. You looked away before you could embarrass yourself further.
âYou shouldnât apologize for the sins of your mother. Like I said before, it was her own doing. But now, she has the opportunity to make things right.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â But Aemond only shook his head. You decided not to push him further. âDid you hope that Iâd get pregnant?â
Aemond seemed shocked by your blunt question, but shrugged with a frown. âIt wouldâve made things easier perhaps. It wouldâve forced my mother to marry us, and give Rhaenyra more incentive to bend the knee.â
You chuckled bitterly, shaking your head. âDo you want to marry me that badly?â You joked.
âWould it be so terrible?â He asked seriously, forcing you to actually think about it. âOr do you truly want your mother to kill us all? Do you want this war to happen?â
âNoâŠof course not. I never wanted this to happen.â You exhaled shakily, finding it hard to relax under Aemondâs intense gaze. âIf thereâs even a chance anything could stop this war without bloodshed, I would do it.â
âTruly anything?â
You had a feeling where he was leading with that question, but you took the bait anyway. âYes. Anything.â You tensed as Aemond lifted himself off his chair, taking a seat on the bed right beside you, his body heat radiating off of him and enveloping you. Goosebumps rose all over your body as he caressed the side of your face with the back of his hand, his eye gazing into yours. âAemond-â
âMarry me.â He cupped your jaw, keeping you facing him. âYou said youâd do anything. Your mother might give up if you agree. So, marry me, be my wife.â
âAnd if she doesnât bend the knee?â You whispered.
âShe will if she truly cares for you. Will you risk it?â
You took a deep breath, leaning forward to seal your fate with a kiss. âYes. Iâll marry youâŠâ
Aemond grinned before capturing your lips in another kiss, feeling his neediness and longing through him. You felt like a traitor yourself as you gave in to him, allowing yourself to want and need. Your mother would be so disappointed in you, but you truly thought it would be best for the kingdom and your family. You wondered if sheâd actually bend the knee, or would she call you a traitor as well? You tried not to dwell on it. All you wanted right now was Aemond, to feel him all over your body, to feel him at the apex of your thighs that was already throbbing with desire.Â
You didnât realize you were crying until Aemond pulled away with furrowed brows, wiping away your fallen tears with his thumb. âItâll be okay.â He whispered, turning you on your back, settling himself in between your legs, keeping one arm propped up so he wouldnât crush you. But thatâs exactly what you wanted.
Aemond let out a noise of surprise when you pulled him down on you, his body completely covering you. Your heavy breaths mixed with each other, your kisses getting sloppy and rough. It wasnât enough. Even when you had removed each otherâs clothes, you still didnât feel close enough.
You pushed Aemondâs head down your body, sighing heavily as he trailed kisses down your torso until he reached your pelvis, looking up at you hungrily through a heavy lidded eye. âShall I taste you, princess?â He teased with a smile, spreading your legs as far as they could go and planting sloppy kisses on your inner thighs.
âPlease, my prince.â
You whined as Aemond licked up your folds, gathering the wetness that had already pooled at your entrance. He took his time, slowly running his tongue through your slit over and over until you huffed with desperation. âYou taste divine. I shouldâve done this before. What a fool I was.â You moaned as he whirled the tip of his tongue in circles around your clit, gripping your hips to keep you from bucking against his mouth.
âSeven hellsâŠâ You gasped as he closed his lips around your sensitive nub to suckle on it while slowly pushing one of his fingers inside you, curling the digit rhythmically. âAemond, fuck!â What a fucking traitor you were, delighting in the feeling of the enemy. But you couldnât help it, the way he so expertly pleased you, being a traitor never felt so good.
Soon enough, Aemond added another finger, stretching you out preemptively, the lewd squelching sound coming from your cunt making your cheeks heat up like you had just stuck your face in an oven. But it was so erotic, even Aemond moaned at the sound, the vibration from his lips making you squeal softly. Though, it ended far too early in your opinion. You watched with parted lips as he came up for air, licking his slick coated lips with a smirk, crawling back up to kiss you hungrily.
You could feel his heavy cock poke at your entrance, making you clench in anticipation. Aemond didnât even have to guide himself, he just slowly sank into you, both of you letting out loud gasps. He kept eye contact with you as he pushed in inch by inch, kissing all over your face whenever you winced or let out a soft cry, shushing you and trying to get you to relax around him. Even with foreplay, you didnât know if you would ever get used to his size. But you were thankful he helped you adjust unlike last time. This time, he was sweet and attentive. You wondered where that side of him came from.
âFuckâŠâ Aemond groaned, finally bottoming out and stilling inside you. âYou feel just as heavenly as the first time we lay together, beautiful.â You whimpered as the praise went straight to your core, making him hiss as you pulsed around him. âYou canât do that to me, princess. I want to take my time with you tonight.â
You let out a silent gasp as Aemond thrusted a couple times shallowly, trying to maintain his composure and be as gentle as possible until he settled into a slow but deep pace. You felt so full, his intense eye contact sending a shiver down your spine while the tip of his cock brushed up against that sweet spot inside you. He forced his arms underneath you, pulling you as close to him as possible, holding your back and pressing his chest against yours, like a horizontal hug. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he buried his head in the crook of your neck, pulling him deeper as he placed soft kisses on your skin, then turning his head to face you and kissing your cheek.
Feeling his breaths fanning across the side of your face, you turned your head to look at him, unable to restrain yourself from kissing him. You moaned wantonly as he sped up his thrusts slightly, angling his hips so he could hit that spot inside you over and over again. It was so intimate, the close proximity and sensuality of it all. Too much and not enough, but you gave all control over to Aemond. You didnât trust him, it would take a long time for you to be able to trust him, but something told you he wouldnât hurt you, not again.
You felt your orgasm build up gradually, each thrust of Aemondâs hips bringing you closer and closer to the edge, but you both didnât rush, he wasnât allowing that. But it almost made it better. You werenât foolish enough to call it romantic, nothing about you and Aemondâs relationship was romantic, not yet at least; but in different circumstances, you could say this was romantic love making. The way he was looking at you made butterflies swirl in your stomach, like you were the only woman in Kingâs Landing. You hated how special it made you feel.
Your heavy panting echoed throughout the room as Aemond lifted himself up to reach down between the two of you to rub your clit slowly, kissing you languidly and swallowing every single one of your moans. âThatâs itâŠâ He moaned. âCome for me, princess.â It didnât take any more encouragement, you were already so close, able to obey him immediately. Your orgasm wasnât overpowering; it was slow and gentle much like Aemondâs thrusts and fingers, but it still raised goosebumps all over your body and hardened your nipples as it washed over you, a soft whimper escaping your lips.
Aemond kept up that slow and deep pace, sucking and biting each of your nipples, eliciting an overstimulated whine from you. âMy pretty girlâŠmy beautiful girl.â He whispered, kissing your forehead as he sped up his thrusts, grabbing your wrists and pinning them beside your head. âMineâŠmine.â You let out a cry as he rutted against you faster and faster, jolting your body with each thrust, but he silenced you by kissing you, keeping his lips pressed against yours until his thrusts become sloppy and erratic. Aemond let out a low groan as he stilled inside you, his eye rolled to the back of his head as he coated your walls with his cum. He collapsed on top of you with heavy panting breaths, kissing along your collarbone as he came down from his high. âAre you okay?â He asked softly.
âYes, Aemond. That wasâŠlovely.â You smiled in exhaustion, quietly giggling to yourself as he rolled off you and laid down against the bed dramatically. âWill you stay this time?â
âIf you wish.â
âI do.â
âThen here Iâll remain.â
It was hard to keep you and Aemond apart after that night. He was more gentle and protective over you. It took some time getting used to his affection, but there came a point when you didnât think about how you had to be with him out of duty, like you were just a pawn in this war game. You started to enjoy his company. It didnât take much convincing to get Alicent to agree to marry you to Aemond, seeing his infatuation for you and how it might turn the tide in their favor.
You had to send a letter to your mother about your betrothal to your uncle, which terrified you. The word traitor echoing in your mind over and over again. You knew Daemon would not take it well, knowing him. But you prayed to the Seven that your mother would call off the war, for the sake of your family and the whole kingdom.
You almost couldnât believe it when Aemond came to you with a huge grin on his face, informing you that your mother had bent the knee for the sake of the realm, accepting Aegonâs terms if only she could attend your wedding. She did not want to rule over ash and bone, she wouldnât be a good ruler if she went to war, knowing there would be a limitless amount of casualties if she went through with going to war. She just wanted to see her daughter again.Â
A wave of relief washed over the entire Red Keep at the news, Alicent seeming even more overjoyed than you were.
The wedding would take place in a few days. You were excited for more than a few reasons. You would see your family again, Alicent having them come over by ship. And when you were a little girl, you always dreamed of having one of those fairytale weddings like most. It would be drastically different, but it excited you nonetheless. Aemond seemed to feel the same, relieved and overjoyed, but he only showed it when he was alone with you.
You finally felt at ease, like everything was going to work out.
Then came the night before the wedding, you felt the nerves flowing through your body. It had just now hit you that you were going to be marrying Aemond, in front of hundreds of people including your family. You werenât one to get stage fright, but Seven Hells, you were frightened.
A knock on your door cut your thoughts short, calling out for whoever to enter your chambers. You relaxed when it was only Aemond, silently entering your room with a small smile. âI thought the groom wasnât supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding.â You teased.
âIâm not superstitious.â
âNo, you wouldnât be. But, why have you come?â
âI have a gift for you. A wedding present.â
âBefore the actual wedding?â
âYes.â He chuckled, motioning for you to take a seat on the end of your bed. You waited with bated breath as he pulled out a small box, handing it to you tentatively. âGo on, open it.â
You carefully opened the little box, gasping at the contents inside. âAemondâŠâ You whispered, you looked at him in shock. It was a beautiful sapphire, very much resembling the one that replaced his own eye.
âThe maesters said that your wound has healed enough that it could hold a gem comfortably. I chose the sapphire, but if you prefer something else, I can-â
âAemond.â You interrupted him tearfully. âItâs beautiful. Perfect. I love it.â
âOnly the best for you, my love.â
You never thought your life would end up this way. You never thought the situation you found yourself in would end happily, you thought it would end painfully and messy, but it didnât. You were about to be married to someone you had grown to deeply care about. You were reunited with your family who supported you and loved you just the same as they had before. You finally felt that motherly love you had been craving these past couple months.Â
As the wedding finally started, everyone in the audience whispered amongst themselves as you walked in, your long flowing white dress dragging along the floor, and a bright blue sapphire in your empty eye socket. You and Aemond stood in front of each other with big smiles on your faces, looking at each other like you two were the only people in the room. You looked at your family, seeing their smiles of approval, making you feel at peace more than you ever have in your life.
After saying your vows, swearing to honor and cherish each other before the Seven, you both sealed the engagement with a passionate kiss. You pulled away as everyone clapped and cheered, each otherâs sapphireâs shimmering in the light and reflecting off each other.
The two of you truly looked like you were made for each other.

I"M SUCH A SUCKER FOR A HAPPY ENDING I"M SORRY I COULDN"T HELP MYSELF
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đđ§đđđ« đđšđŻđđ«đŹ - Tom Bennett

Oh boy, this one's...a lot lmao. My first fic of the year and probably the only one for awhile. I was so stoked to write it so hopefully anyone who reads this is stoked about it too. This took so long, especially cause I have a super tedious boring class this semester, hence why I'm not writing as much as I used to. But here it is, primed and ready for ya. Enjoy!
Summary: You and Tom work at the same FBI agency, the both of you having a tense rivalry. Sprinkle a little friends-with-benefits relationship on top of that while going on an undercover mission where you must get along to get the job done, what could go wrong?
Warnings: modern!special agent!Tom Bennet, undercover mission (haha the title, get it, okay..), enemies (?) to lovers/rivals to lovers, more like FWB to lovers, Tom's kind of a dick (so is reader) but like to protect himself (and some misogyny, also to protect himself), smoking, tw guns (violence and injury), slight whump, oo boy this one's gotta lot of gratuitous SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon-ish, fingering, forced exhibitionism, public sex (kinda)...on a plane, oral (m and f!receiving), ANGST and feels, teasing, jealousy, possessiveness, kinda toxic relationship, confessions, eventual fluff, light dom/sub vibes, orgasm denial and control, slight praise kink and degradation, conveniences will convenience (all I know about undercover missions is what I watched on White Chicks okay, so don't expect some well thought out plans)
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You werenât planning on signing up for a high risk mission when you went into your agencyâs meeting this morning, but something overtook you when you learned Tom would be going on this mission as well.
You never planned to care about him ever since the two of you got involved. You were just coworkers with a little something on the side, nothing serious. In fact, the two of you hated each other ever since you started working with him. You both always took every chance to one up each other, trying to clamber over one another to get higher rankings in your profession, never hesitant to step on each otherâs toes to succeed.
The two of you only started hooking up almost a year ago. You were both drunk, celebrating another hard won mission and it just happened. You both were lonely, your profession not always making it easy to trust someone whoâs not yourself. It was purely transactional. But then Tom started being more vulnerable with you, making you laugh and happier than you had been before you met him. It made your head spin. You thought about calling it off immediately, but the sex was just so good, his company even more, and you did actually start to care for the man.Â
Though, it made your rivalry at work dial the intensity up to eleven, taking out your frustrations on each other when the sun went down. But the look Tom was giving you after you had volunteered to your director, you had a feeling your benefits relationship might end sooner than youâd like.
After the meeting ended, you walked out with the onslaught of other agents that were desperate to beat the five o'clock traffic to get home. But you were yanked back by Tom, him grabbing your arm and forcing you to trail behind your other coworkers. âTake it back.â He seethed.
âWhat?â You bit back, your brows furrowing and instinctively trying to pull back from him.
âWhat? You know what. Tell our director you changed your mind.â
You scoffed, ripping your arm out of his bruising grip. âNo, fuck you.â
âYou did this to annoy me, I get it. Good job, you fucking succeeded, now take it back. This is my mission. I donât need you getting in my way.â
âIâm just as good of an agent as you, dickhead. If anything, youâd be in my way. Now stop complaining, cause Iâm not gonna change my mind. So, are we done now? Or are you going to continue whining like a little pussy?â
Tom only growled in response as he stormed off, throwing a tantrum like he often did when he didnât get his way. It didnât deter you. This mission would do wonders for your career, it would surely boost your rank to a higher level. No amount of whining from anyone was going to make you miss that opportunity.
Suffice to say, Tom didnât show up for his nightly visit at your apartment. It was probably for the best, heâd just spend the entire time trying to make you quit the mission. But you were too determined, and you werenât one to chicken out. You needed to prove to yourself that you could take on a mission such as this.
When you came into work the next morning for the debriefing, Tom was standing up against his car smoking a cigarette, clearly waiting for you. You only scoffed and walked past him, but he didnât take too kindly to that. âHave you changed your mind yet?â He asked as he stood in front of you to block your path, blowing smoke in your face because he knew how much that annoyed you.
âLike I said yesterday, Bennett: Iâm not changing my fucking mind.âÂ
This time when you tried to walk past him, he let you. You could hear him angrily stomping out his cigarette with the sole of his shoe before he sped up to walk beside you into the agency building.
You, Tom, and your handler all lined up in front of your director to go over what the mission would entail. It was intense, the most difficult mission you would probably ever have. You were tasked with helping catch a crime boss. The man would be at a hotel on an island resort in the middle of the Caribbean. Your agencyâs sources say that heâs planning on making a big deal in order to gain a new ally. Guns, ammunition, drugs, so many things you both would need to be on the lookout for. It was intimidating to be sure, but not enough to scare you away like you knew Tom was hoping for. No, you wouldnât give in that easily. You were up for the task. You wanted to do anything you could to put away such an evil man.
But clearly, Tom didnât notice the pure determination on your face as you walked out of the debriefing. âHow âbout now?â
âNope. Stop asking. Iâll keep telling you the same thing again and again.â
âThis isnât some low risk mission, L/n. Weâre not trying to catch a fuckinâ lowlife predator here. This is a crime boss. An extremely dangerous man that can have us killed with one word if he even suspects what weâre doing there. Donât you get that?â Tom whisper shouted, trying not to draw attention to himself despite the outburst, poking into your collarbone roughly.
âDo you really think Iâm that stupid?â
âStupider.â
You rolled your eyes. âI know what Iâm getting myself into, Bennett. I wouldnât have signed up otherwise.â Honestly, it wasnât the danger of getting killed that made you nervous about this mission, it was the fact that you and Tom would have to pretend to be newlyweds on your honeymoon. A perfect cover for where you two were going. It almost made you laugh.
All your time preparing to travel to this island, Tom would barely talk to you, only glaring at you and giving you one word responses or hums whenever youâd try to talk to him. If he wanted to be petty, fine. You could be petty too, not in front of your boss though, unfortunately. You were sure if your boss knew what you and Tom got up to outside of office hours, he would not be sending you on this mission with him. Although it was well known how you and Tom rivaled with each other throughout the workplace, you had to be somewhat professional, up until you were alone with him of course. You had no idea how youâd be able to share a bedroom with him without resorting to killing each otherâŠor refrain from hate fucking each other. Even the morning plane ride over would be difficult, especially with the way Tom kept looking at you.
âYa know, it wouldnât be too late to back out. No one would judge you.â Tom spoke up as you both were waiting to board your flight.
You just kept your mouth shut tightly, just so not in the mood to argue with the man at such an early hour, especially since you werenât able to have caffeine. You prayed you could just sleep all during the flight without arguing or crying babies. There werenât babies on the plane, but Tom didnât seem to notice your purposeful âdonât talk to meâ bitch face. Either that, or he just didnât care.
âI still donât think youâre ready for this.â
âDid I ask for your opinion, Bennett? No, I didnât, so shut the fuck up.â
Tom only smirked, smug that he managed to get under your skin once again. âYouâre the most annoying person Iâve ever met.â He whispered, shaking his head and leaning back in his seat.
âOh, the feeling is mutual.âÂ
The animosity didnât end there like you hoped it would, instead Tom took it upon himself to try to embarrass you as much as possible. You gave him a stern look as you started to feel his hand reach underneath your thin blanket to trail up your thigh. âDo not.â You scowled, trying to push his hand away but ultimately failing. He was too strong.
You inhaled sharply as he cupped your center roughly, wincing before glaring at him. Your glare faltered as he leaned in to whisper in your ear. âYou think you can talk to me that way?â He teased gruffly, forcing his hand in your sweatpants and underwear, a surprisingly soft smile pulling at his lips as he felt the slick that was pooling at your entrance. âWhore.â
You gripped onto his forearm tightly as he toyed with your clit, purposely digging your nails into his skin to try to get him to stop, but all he did was wince and pinch you, causing you to gasp. You quickly put your hand over your mouth and subtly looked around to see if anyone noticed, but everyone seemed to be sleeping or occupied with something else. Truthfully, no one was even thinking of glancing in your direction, but you were so paranoid that youâd be caught. âI donât want to get an indecent exposure fine, Bennett.â You snarled, trying to come off as angry as you were, but Tomâs fingers had already tamed you into a state of submission as they had done so many times before. It wasnât any less irritating, but god, he was good with his hands.
You flinched in your seat as Tom pushed two of his fingers inside you right off the bat, your eyes briefly rolling to the back of your skull, trying not to moan by taking slow deep breaths. You were suddenly very thankful that you spent so many of your younger years trying to keep as quiet as possible while masturbating so as to not alert any potential family members in the same house of what you got up to in the privacy of your own room, but this felt way more difficult.
You whimpered into your palm as Tomâs dexterous fingers curled against that sensitive spot along the front of your walls, biting into your own skin to keep your whines in your throat, your brows furrowing obviously to anyone that might pay attention. âFuck.â You cried softly, looking up at Tom with pleading eyes as your chest heaved against your now suffocating t-shirt. âI canât.â
âYou can, darling.â
To make matters worse, the seatbelt sign turned off.Â
People around you started to rise up out of their seats to get stuff out of their carry-ons or go to the bathroom, and the flight attendants started to make their rounds to give the passengers their stupid complimentary peanuts. And of course, a flight attendant peaked around your row with a smile right as you felt your climax grow rapidly. You bit the inside of your lip hard, feeling the metallic taste of blood coat your tongue.
âHello there, weâre handing out some crisps, pretzels, and candy if youâd like any.â The lady asked you politely, hopefully completely unaware of what was going on beneath your blanket. You quickly shook your head, a pained hum escaping your lips as Tom focused his efforts on your clit. âAre you alright?â
âOh, Iâm okay. Just a stomachache.â You lied, the wavering timbre in your voice bringing a sympathetic frown to the flight attendantâs face.
âOh, dear, Iâm sorry. I can bring you a Sierra Mist, if youâd like?â
Jesus Christ, lady, just fucking go away. âNo, thank you. Really, Iâm fine.â You cleared your throat a bit too loudly to cover up an oncoming moan, your face flushing with heat as a couple people from other rows looked over at you curiously.
âOkay. And how about you?â The lady directed her attention to Tom, who did not even attempt to hide his smug smirk. âWould you like any snacks, sir?â
âNo, thanks, miss. I brought my own.â Cheeky bastard.
âOkay, well, weâre almost to our destination. So, make sure all your belongings are overhead before we land.â And with that, the flight attendant finally left you to continue suffering.
âIâm going to kill you.â You hissed, slapping Tomâs shoulder as you allowed your head to lean back against the chair as you felt the first pangs of euphoria wash over you. You grit your teeth and leaned forward to cover your face with your hands, hiding your orgasm face from Tom and the rest of the plane. You took shuddering breaths as you rode out your high, tapping his arm aggressively when pleasure veered into oversensitivity.
You felt your ears pop as the plane lowered closer to the ground. You didnât even realize the pilot had spoken before you felt the plane bank to the right, unintentionally forcing you to lean closer to Tom, whose face you couldnât even stand to look at. He pulled his hand away from you, making you look at the mess you made on his fingers. You looked away in fury as he started to suck on his fingers, quietly moaning at the taste of you. You could hear his chuckles as you refused to watch him mock you.
âHope you had a good flight!â The same flight attendant lady chirped as you and Tom exited the plane.
Fuck you, you so badly wanted to say, but Tom didnât allow that. As if he could sense your hostility (that he caused) and unwillingness to imitate niceties, he quickly uttered out a polite thanks before guiding you off the plane like you were a child who couldnât take care of themselves.
Man, this was going to be a long, miserable âvacation.â

You would be lying if you said you werenât impressed with the honeymoon suite youâd be staying in. Though, checking in was a nightmare. You never thought pretending to be all coupley and in love was part of the job description. Alas, you walked into the lobby with Tomâs arm around your shoulder and the two of you wearing the most genuine fake smiles you could muster. One plus was you had already spotted one of the crime bossâ henchmen.Â
âAre you sure?â Tom had asked.
Of course you were sure. You had studied every picture of every face the agency presented you with, down to the freckles and moles they may have had. You werenât going to fuck this up, youâd never live it down; Tom would make sure of it.
You both informed your handler that you made it safely to the resort, already finding evidence that the crime boss was indeed there too. You just had to lay low, look out, and not get caught. This is what you lived for, it was so exhilarating and you wouldnât let Tom ruin this for you.
âWe should head down to the pool, see if we can spot another guy.â You voiced, pulling out your bathing suit from your suitcase, but Tom stopped you by placing a hand on yours. âWhat, Bennett? We canât waste time on this.â
âYou still havenât paid me back for what I did for you on the plane.â He spoke with a dark lust in his eyes, his pupils almost completely swallowing his bright blue irisâ.Â
You rolled yours. âI didnât ask for that, if you recall.â You said with a scoff and moved to get changed, but he didnât let you go, instead forcing you to your knees where you found his already hardened cock trying to burst through his tight shorts. You silently cursed to yourself as you already found yourself throbbing at the sight of him looking down at you hungrily.
âWell? My cock ainât gonna suck itself.â
You resisted the urge to smile, lifting your hand to gently palm his cock through his shorts before tugging them down, your mouth watering as it bobbed up at you. Tom hummed as you licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, even the slightest of approval making you whine as you squeezed your thighs together.Â
âUh, uh.â Tom rebuked, lifting you up from the floor to make you sit at the edge of the king sized bed, forcing your legs apart and standing in between them. âNone of that. No pleasure for you. Just be a good little whore and suck me off.â He threaded his fingers into your hair, curling his hand into a fist to tug at your roots, pushing you forward until your lips hit the tip of his cock. On instinct, you wrapped your lips around him and sucked hard, earning a guttural groan from him. âThatâs it.â He didnât hesitate to buck into you, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag just to tease you. He kept doing that until tears were streaming down your face, causing him to smirk. âSo pretty.â He whispered, wiping a tear away with his thumb, but continuing to fuck your mouth with little care how you felt.
Meanwhile, you didnât know if you were crying because his cock kept making you gag or because you had absolutely zero stimulation to your clit. It was throbbing painfully, and Tom still kept your legs apart. Was this still punishment for talking back to him on the plane? He was one of the most pettiest men you had ever known, so you wouldnât put it past him. But not allowing you to pleasure yourself felt like a new low, even for him.
Your hands gripped onto his thighs, squeezing them whenever you needed a break, him pulling away briefly to let you breathe before slamming back into you again. But he was close, you could tell. The way his moans got louder and breathier, and his hold on you tightened to the point you were almost afraid heâd rip the hairs out of your head. âOh fuck, Iâm gonna come.â He announced with a groan, stilling in your mouth as his release shot down the back of your throat.Â
Tom slowly loosened his hold on you as he tried to catch his breath, petting and soothing the spot on your head where he gripped the hardest. âOkayâŠâ He spoke with a stutter. âYeah, let me clean up and Iâll meet you at the pool in a few minutes.â And with that, he left you sitting on the bed while he locked himself in the bathroom.
Well, that was a little odd, you thought. But you didnât think about it any further. You quickly got changed and headed down to the pool, hoping a short dip would rid you of the overwhelming heat you felt in your body from not being able to do anything about your arousing situation. No matter, if Tom wasnât going to help you out then youâd just get yourself off in the shower that night. You had bigger issues to deal with at the moment.
Scanning over the crowd at the extravagant looking pool, you couldnât seem to spy any persons out of the ordinary. Just a bunch of families and couples and the occasional old rich woman. Feeling a bit disheartened, you sat down on a poolside chair with a quiet huff, throwing your towel over the backrest and laying out, the sun quickly warming your skin. It felt nice, but it would feel even nicer if you knew you werenât on the clock.
âWhat the hell are you wearing?â Tomâs voice jolted you out of your sunbathing intermission, now sporting his own pair of swimming trunks and tank top, any sign of being flustered from your previous tryst was completely gone. Only now, you could tell he was flustered for a different reason.
It probably wasnât necessary, but you had bought a bit of a slutty bathing suit for this occasion. You figured if on the off chance you had to seduce a criminal, it would be best to do it in an outfit that showed off all yourâŠassets. It definitely seemed to be working on Tom. Maybe it could work on someone else. âMy super special undercover swimsuit. What about you, Mr. Palm Trees?â You teased, eyeing his obnoxious colored print on his shorts.
âItâs called looking the part, wife. Weâre on our honeymoon, not a dating show.â And with that, Tom lifted his tank up and off himself, the sight of his toned torso making heat flood to the apex of your thighs. He smirked when he caught you staring. âThink youâre drooling a bit, sweetheart.â
âDonât call me that.â You chided, but it only made Tom chuckle. You huffed in defeat, returning to your previous position of subtly checking out the tenants around the pool.
âWe should go in.â Tom gestured to the pool, but before you could refuse, âWe have to look believable, remember? Who goes to a pool and doesnât get in the water?â
You couldnât hide your clenched jaw as you rose from your seat, standing at the edge of the concrete ground and delicately dipping your toes in the chlorine loaded water to check the temperature. It wasnât too cold, but youâd definitely wanted to slowly ease your way in. Unfortunately, Tom didnât give you much of a choice, promptly pushing you off the edge. Your body tensed up as the cool water enveloped you, goosebumps rising all over your body as you quickly came up for air, gasping loudly. You wore a deep scowl on your face as Tomâs boisterous laughter polluted the area, able to hear it even when you were submerged. âArsehole.â You spat, splashing water up at him aggressively.
âSo, you wouldnât have done the exact same thing to me if you had the chance?â He raised a brow, his crooked smile on display, the sight making unwanted flutters swirl in your stomach.
âTouchĂ©.â You grumbled. âStill a dick move.â Tom didnât waste anymore time on land, crouching and leaping into the water, careful not to let the water go above his head. He swam over to you with a mischievous look on his face, and to you, that only meant one thing. âDonât come anywhere near me.â You warned.
âOh, come on, Mrs. Bennett. I donât bite.â He teased, taking your unamused expression as a sign to grab your hips and pull you onto him, wrapping your legs around his waist and holding you up by your bottom effortlessly thanks to the water. You had no choice but to let him, not willing to risk your cover. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders reluctantly, trying your best to wear a loving smile on your face. But you soon faltered as Tom leaned in close, his lips right next to your ear. âI know this isnât what you wanted when signing up for this mission, but you have to at least tolerate it. Behind closed doors when no one is around, you can bitch and whine all you like; but in public, you have to be in love with me.â He pulled away to look into your eyes seriously. âUnderstand, wife?â
You swallowed your pride and smirked seductively. âI understand, dear husband.â You took advantage of his slight surprise and captured his lips in a searing kiss, the cold feeling of the water not comparing to how heated this kiss felt. Tongue and teeth clashed with each other as you retaliated in the only way you could at that moment, biting his bottom lip hard before pulling away with a sickeningly sweet smile. Tomâs eyes darkened as he gripped your hips tighter, causing you to wince. He looked as though he was going to lean back in for another kiss, but you spotted someone, in the corner of your eye. You hugged Tom, using the position to whisper in his ear just as heâd done to you. âAnother henchman.â
âAre you sure?â
âThereâs a bulge at the base of his spine, covered by his shirt and jacket.â
âWho wears a jacket at a pool?â
âExactly. 9 mm is my guess.â
âThatâs a lazy guess. Wanna bet? .38.â
âWow. Guess thereâs only one way to find out.âÂ
âWait-â
You quickly interrupted him by pushing his head below the waterâs surface, ruining his perfectly styled up hair. He came up with a scowl, ready to scold you, but before you could allow him to, you pushed him off and you got out of the pool. Drying yourself off and giving a wink to a now distressed Tom, you made your way to one of the bars that served the hotel guests.
You were a decent actor, but you had no idea if it would be convincing enough to fool the henchman of an intelligent criminal; you had to try, if you wanted to get information early on. The smallest piece of info may help.Â
With your margarita in hand, you played oblivious to the figure in your path, knocking into him and hearing the glass shatter on the pavement. âOh my goodness, Iâm so sorry, sir!â You exclaimed, pulling an embarrassed face and getting on your knees to start cleaning up your mess. You hide your smirk as the man quickly stopped you, apologizing for being in your way. You could tell the way his eyes bulged and ran over your body that you made the right decision picking a skimpy bathing suit. Hook, line, and sinker.
âYou should watch where youâre going.â The man, who introduced himself as James, said with a smirk, his tone holding no semblance of anger or irritation. âIâm sorry about your drink, maybe youâll let me buy you another one?â Wow, bold. It made you feel like bile was going to come up your throat any moment, but you plastered on your best fake smile.
âIâd love that. Youâre so sweet.â You giggled, âsubtlyâ running your hand down his arm, his eyes piquing with interest.
âIâve been told that before, yes.â He gently guided you over to the bar, lifting his arm so that it slightly touched your upper back, his jacket lifting just enough for you to be able to see the pistol sticking out of his pants.Â
.38. Damn.
Your little acting display got you this far, you supposed you might as well take it up a notch. This man didnât know how many drinks youâve already had. Maybe that ruined margarita was your fourth or fifth one of the day. Hell, you were on vacation. So, you decided to be a little drunk as you sipped on your new drink, graciously paid for by a dangerous criminal. âYou donât look like youâre here on vacation, no offense.â You slightly slurred. âI mean, who wears a business suit at a resort?â
James laughed, albeit a bit nervously, but answered you anyway. âIâm not here on vacation unfortunately. This is, ultimately, a bit of a business trip.â
âMeeting with some rich CEOs?â
âSomething like that.â
You grinned. âOh, a mysterious man. I like that.âÂ
âAnd why are you here, hm?â
You wore a tired expression, lifting up your left hand to show off the fake wedding ring on your finger. âHoneymoon.â
âYou donât seem to be happy about that.â
You shrugged, taking more sips of your drink, the low levels of alcohol being barely enough to give you that liquid courage you couldâve probably used. âHeâs a drag. Boring.â
âLet me guessâŠhe has money.â You gave him a knowing smile.
âDonât judge. A woman has needs.â
âOh, Iâm sure she does.â He inched closer to you. âBut Iâm sure he doesnât satisfy all your needs.â The urge to throw up came back. The idea of being with someone other than Tom made you ill. But you had a job to do, no matter what it takes.
You took every opportunity you could to snoop around that manâs room. He mustâve been one of the dumb ones, you could spot his gun briefcase peeking out from underneath his bed. A rookie hiding spot. You got lucky, really lucky. So lucky that he fell asleep pretty quickly after the fact. Prime snooping time.
Every second that passed, the hammering in your heart grew faster. You rummaged through desk drawers, bags, cabinets, closets; the only thing you found as evidence was a post it note briefly detailing the time and place the meeting with the crime boss would take place. How amazing just a simple little note could have so much power.Â
You let yourself smile as you quietly escaped the Jamesâ hotel room, making your way to the elevator and pushing the button to your floor. You could finally take a sigh of relief, the nerves slowly but surely exiting your body; that is, until the elevator doors opened to reveal Tom standing there waiting for you, his body leaned up against the wall opposite of the elevator.
âHad fun?â He snarled with contempt, his lips curled into a malicious sneer, his eyes dark. You rolled your eyes, way too exhausted to deal with his hot and cold nature. You walked out of the lift and tried to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed your upper arm tightly, forcing you to him. âAre you forgetting that weâre supposed to be a couple on their honeymoon?â Tom seethed, loosening his grip on you when he saw the slightly pained look on your face.
âNo. I just saw an opportunity to get some intel, which we need if youâve forgotten.â You snapped back, tugging back to get completely out of his grip.Â
âYou couldâve done that without fucking the enemy. Jesus, I can smell it on you.â He frowned in disgust.
âIt wasnât even good, if it makes you feel any better. You jealous, Bennett?â
Tom surprised you when he said nothing. No reply, no witty comeback. His frown only deepened as he walked back to your hotel room, not looking back to see if you followed or not. You were almost afraid to, as if you hadnât just risked your life mere minutes ago. You had nowhere else to go, so you followed, silently watching as he slid the key in and unlocking the door. You both still said nothing as you walked further into the room, taking off your shoes and sitting down on a chair adjacent to the bed.
âI found out where the meeting is going to be, and when.â You spoke up timidly, gaining Tomâs attention, his gaze on you heating up your face.
âYou found that out back there?â
âYep, so you canât tell me it didnât pay off.â
He nodded curtly. âRight. Well, Iâll contact our handler and weâll pass on that information.â
It wasnât like Tom to be soâŠcompliant. He always had something to say, even when the situation didnât call for it. You figured he just loved the sound of his own voice for a while. But now he was quiet, stoic, he barely even pitched in when you were talking to the handler about what you found. Was he really that upset that you got info before he did? How petty of him, at least that didnât change.
âIt was a .38, by the way.â
Tom furrowed his brows. âWhat?â
âThat manâs gun. You were right.â He only let out a hum of acknowledgment. âWhat? Youâre not gonna brag like you normally do when you win a bet?â
He shrugged. âWe have a long weekend ahead of us. Iâm not gonna waste my energy on stupid bets.â He snapped, walking out to the balcony to smoke a cigarette. You huffed in irritation, flopping down against the bed, watching the slow whirl of the ceiling fan.
Tom still was out smoking as you were getting ready for bed, showering and changing into your pajamas with a frown on your face. You quickly got tired of the silent treatment, joining him out on the balcony that seemed to look over the whole resort. âYou chain smoke now?â You teased, earning a glare from the man. âSeriously, whatâs up your ass, Bennett?â You snickered, stopping with a flinch as he turned to you suddenly.
âDo you realize how stupid that was?â Tom growled lowly, putting out his cigarette angrily and tossing it over the railing.
âYou just littered.â
âJesus Christ!â He grumbled, running his hands over his face in frustration, looking at you in exasperation. âYouâre not even listening to me!â He shook you by your shoulders, making you finally start to take him seriously. âYou shouldnât have done that, Y/n.â
You scoffed, pushing him off you. âI got us valuable information. You should be happy, Bennett.â
âWell, sorry, Iâm fuckinâ not.â
âOkay, well, thereâs nothing I can do about that now. Whatâs done is done. Iâm tired of you being pissed at me all the damn time for doing my job. Just keep being your indifferent self from now on, please.â
Tom growled, pushing you up against the railing of the balcony with a hand on your throat. âYou werenât supposed to be here! But of course you had to be here. Tagging along, like a tick on a fuckinâ dog. God, youâre insufferable.â He ranted, finally letting you go when you didnât falter, but unaware how hurtful he was being with his words but you only chuckled bitterly.
âOh, Iâm aware. Youâve made that clear ever since we even started this mission. But trust me, I regret it now. If I could, Iâd leave this island and never bother you again.â You huffed. âGod, do you wanna outrank me so bad that youâd do this mission by yourself?â
Tom huffed. âItâs not that-! Ugh, you shouldn't be here because itâs dangerous! You couldâve died earlier! If that man wasnât as dumb as you thought he was, he couldâve killed you! Then what would we do? What would happen to this mission, your friends and family, to me?â He snapped, taking you by surprise.
âTo you?â You asked timidly, your heart pounding in your chest as Tomâs expression softened at the sight of your unshed tears.
âYou think Iâm indifferent? That I donât care about you? I care about you so much it hurts! Thatâs why Iâm livid you came here. If you die on this stupid mission, a part of me will die too. IâŠit wouldnât be a life worth living without you in it. I fuckinâ love you, Y/n. Donât you get that?â He spoke angrily, a deep contrast to the softness of his words.
Your breath caught in your throat, your mouth gaping open but no words seemed to come out, not until Tom looked down dejectedly. âThis wasnât how it was supposed to be, Tom. It was supposed to be just sex, thatâs all.â Your voice betrayed you, wavering and on the verge of spilt tears.
Tom sighed shakily, taking out another cigarette and resting his arms on the railing. âI knowâŠIâm sorry. I shouldâve called us off as soon as I started catching feelings.â
You bit your lip, hesitantly taking a step closer to him, mirroring his stance and taking his cigarette from his fingers, bringing it to your own lips. You had stopped smoking a long time ago, but you felt you could have just this one, considering the circumstances. You coughed as the smoke filled your lungs, flinching when Tom gently patted your back, causing him to frown. You sighed, looking at him in pity. âWellâŠwhat happens now?â
âI know you hate me, so I understand ifâŠif you wanna call us off.â Tom sulked, taking his cigarette back from you.
You shook your head, looking back over the railing, seeing the moon disappear behind the clouds that drifted by. âI donât hate you, Tom. I never have.â
He chuckled. âCoulda fooled me.â
âI was an idiot and caught feelings for you too.â You confessed sullenly, hating the way your heart beat against your ribcage and the fire that was lit beneath the skin of your cheeks. You absolutely refused to look back at Tom, whose eyes you felt on you intensely. You couldnât look into his eyes, you knew youâd break with just one glance, so you kept your gaze fixed on your fiddling hands.
You closed your eyes when Tom placed his hands on top of yours, squeezing them gently to encourage you to look at him. âY/nâŠâ But you couldnât. You never opened your eyes, even when you felt his body up against yours, his constant warmth enveloping you and making your body relax despite yourself. His arms wrapping around your waist, his head dipping and his chin resting on your shoulder. âYou donât have to be scared, not with me.â You finally opened your eyes when he lifted your chin, your eyes instantly meeting his and you felt yourself melt against him. âIâm sorry I didnât stop seeing you, but I couldnât help it. I care about you too much to leave you alone.â
âIâm glad you didnât.â You replied softly, causing Tom to look at you with those big blue puppy dog eyes that never failed to make your heart melt, even when they were filled with fury or irritation directed at you, even when you were often the cause.
Even if you wanted to, you couldnât stop Tom from surging forward to capture your lips in a kiss. This one felt different than all the others. You didnât kiss often, only spur of the moment and they were always rage and lust filled. But not this one. This one was soft and slow, Tomâs lips moving against yours languidly, making sure to take his time. You felt your knees threatened to buckle as his tongue moved against yours, and brought his hands up to cup your jaw lovingly. You werenât the biggest fan of fairy tales, but this felt like a fairytale kiss you always imagined one to be.
It didnât take long for Tom to push you back into the hotel room, holding onto your waist until the back of your legs touched the bed. He gently sat you down at the edge, removing his shirt before helping you remove your clothing. You watched with heavy lidded eyes as he got on his knees, running his large hands up and down your upper thighs until you could feel your arousal pooling in your underwear. âTomâŠâ You whispered as he placed feather light kisses down the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs.
âShh.â He spoke before continuing down the path of your legs until he reached your ankles, looking up at you with a crooked smile before pulling your underwear off your body, biting his lip when he saw the state he was able to put your pussy in. âAlways so ready and willing for me, huh?â He teased, running the tips of his fingers up and down your slit, causing you to whine quietly. âDonât you fuckinâ dare try to be quiet. Weâre not on that plane anymore. I want you to be loud for me.â He pinched your clit to elicit a cry from you, which made him hum in approval.
âFuck.â You whimpered as he lapped at your clit, one of his hands holding your leg up and the other using a finger to gently tease your entrance. You moaned and tilted your head back as he wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked, pushing two fingers completely inside of you. You were already so embarrassingly close as you rutted against his face, the way his tongue swirled around you and his fingers curling against just the right spot making your head dizzy. A gasp got caught in your throat as Tom suddenly pulled away and slapped your pussy, the sound echoing loudly around the room.
âYou donât get to come, not yet.â He growled before diving back in, making you keen loudly. The pleasure was so intense you had no idea how you could obey his command. You curled your fingers through his hair tightly, trying to ground yourself and also trying so hard not to lose yourself and come accidentally. âFuck, your cunt is squeezing my fingers so hard. Youâre so close, arenât you, love?â
âIâm right there.â You sobbed, tears streaming down your face as Tom fucked you hard with his fingers, the borderline pornagraphic sounds coming from your cunt making heat rise to your cheeks. But you were too out of it to care. âPlease, Tom, pleaseâŠâ
âI bet that man a couple floors down couldnât make you feel this way, hm? Was he even able to make you come?â He snarled, his fingers curling against you more aggressively.
âNoâŠâ You stuttered with a strangled moan. âIt took himâfuck! Took him six thrusts to come.â You chuckled tremulously, unable to stop your moans even if you tried.
âYou counted?â He grinned.
âIt was hard not to.â You cried out as another pang of intense pleasure coursed through you. You were so fucking close it was painful not being allowed to, Tom completely neglecting your clit even though it felt just as good when he was fingering you. It was too much and not enough. You needed him. You needed his cock. You needed to come. âPleaseâŠâ You whined loudly, obnoxiously so.
âYou want me to fuck you, baby?â You nodded frantically. âTell me who this pussy belongs to. Tell me, whoâs the only one allowed to fuck you from now on? Whoâs the only one who gets to taste this sweet cunt of yours?â
âYou, Tom.â You howled, his words only adding to your pleasure to your surprise. âOh fuck, Iâm yours, only yours, Tom. I donât want anyone else but you.â
âGood girl.â Tom growled as he grabbed you by the throat and pulled you into a passionate kiss, using the leverage from his fingers knuckle deep in your cunt and the grip on your neck to force you back towards the headboard on the bed, only pulling away from you to shed off his trousers and underwear. He was so rock hard the tip of his cock had turned into a lovely shade of pink, the sight making you drool as it came closer to your entrance as Tom crawled on top of you, resuming that passionate kiss. He pushed into you with no warning, splitting you open and causing you to gasp against his mouth, allowing him to bite your bottom lip before pulling away.
The pace he set was different too, just like that previous kiss on the balcony. It was slow, purposeful, and calculated; the thrusts were so powerful and deep that it made the top of your head hit the headboard and your tits bounce violently. His cock stretched your walls so perfectly as it always had, his thickness never the easiest to adjust to, but the slight sting of him made the pleasure all the more intense. You were still so close, but now with no stimulation to your clit, it was easier to hold back.
âYouâre so beautiful.â Tom murmured, his eyebrows furrowed tightly in concentration. Even with him being balls deep inside of you, his intense gaze made you feel even more naked than you already were. He never used to look at you this way before, but it was a nice change. He didnât even try to hold himself back as he picked up the pace, holding you in his arms and rocking you with his sped up thrusts.
âOh, fuck, yes!â You cried, your moans becoming more breathless and high pitched. âI wanna come so bad.â
âNot yet, love. I want us to come together.â Tom lifted himself up on his knees, grabbing onto the fat of your hips roughly to have the purchase to pound into you relentlessly. He hit the ends of you over and over again, your stomach starting to ache deeply and the knot inside you was tightening more and more, one right move threatening to make it snap. âFuck.â Tom moaned, his cock twitching inside of you, his body tensing as he got nearer to that edge.
âI want you to come inside me, Tom.â You whimpered, placing your hands on top of his, digging your nails into his skin as your grip tightened.
Tom reached down to rub your clit, the action practically making you scream. You moaned his name over and over again along with taking gasping breaths, your pleasure melting your brain and turning you into a babbling mess. âYeah, yeah, thatâs it, love. Come with me. Please, come with me. Come all over my cock.â You didnât need any more encouragement for that band inside you to pull taunt until it snapped hard, that wave of ecstasy knocking the breath out of you and making your vision hazy. But not hazy enough to see Tom hit that climax along with you, each of you letting out strained moans as you released together, you soaking his cock and his cum painting your velvety walls. He stilled inside you as you rode out your highs, slumping over and placing delicate kisses all over your neck and collarbone. âFuckâŠâ He breathed out with a chuckle, pulling out and laying beside you.
âFuckâŠâ You agreed, trying to catch your breath.
Tom started to reach over to pull you against him, but hesitated when you flinched. It wasnât like the two of you hadnât cuddled after sex, but it was mostly after a particularly rough session as a part of aftercare. You rarely cuddled after a gentle night like this one, especially not after confessing feelings for one another. But your skin already thrummed for attention, for his skin to be on yours even after having sex. It was scary, to open yourself up to heartbreak. But looking at Tomâs painfully hopeful gaze, you suddenly realized you wouldnât mind getting your heart broken by him.
You reached out to him with a shy smile, allowing him to pull you closer and rest your head on his chest, hearing the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. He didnât hide the large grin his mouth broke out into; it was way too endearing. But now, you supposed youâd be seeing those more often.
âWe need to discuss our strategy for this meeting.â Tom spoke, breaking the comfortable silence.
You chuckled lightly, looking up at him. âNow?â
âAt some point.â
âHow does tomorrow morning sound?â
Tom smiled, leaning down to kiss you sweetly. âSounds perfect.â
The next morning, you woke up in Tomâs embrace. You may have cuddled before, but you had never actually slept together like this all throughout the night, on purpose. You were surprised you had woken up first, considering how much you hated early mornings. Tom was always the early bird, but you had the chance to watch him while he was still asleep. You didnât think it would affect you that much, but goddamn he was adorable when he slept. The permanent curve of his lips made it seem like he was smiling in his sleep and he lookedâŠsoft. Very soft. You always envied his perfect smooth skin, but this was ridiculous. No matter how hard you tried in the past, you could never find a single flaw on his body. It irked you, but you couldnât stop staring at him, even when he started to stir awake.
His lips upturned in a sly smirk, already smug after a second of consciousness. âLike what you see?â
You rolled your eyes, trying to wiggle out of his grip but he was stronger and kept you in place. âWe have a busy day, we canât lie in bed all morning.â You lightly scolded, pride filling you as you felt his grip loosen, allowing you to rise from the bed. âWe should stake out the room where the meetingâs gonna take place.â You spoke, cleaning up and getting dressed, while Tom just watched you as he cuddled a pillow. âLike what you see?â You mocked, smiling when he sneered.
After getting ready for the day, you and Tom followed the instructions that were hastily written on the post it note. The hotel was rather large, but you found the room somewhat easily. It was a conference room on the first floor, occupied with a long table with too many chairs to count. It was empty, or at least it seemed to be. Nor you or Tom saw anyone hanging out anywhere near the room. No guards or people preparing for this possible meeting, but you figured it was normal since the meeting wasnât taking place that particular day.
âAlright,â Tom voiced, âyou keep watch while I set up the bugs. Just signal if you see anyone coming, and donât hesitate to get the fuck out if anything happens.â
You scoffed. âLike Iâm gonna leave you to fend for yourself.â Tomâs gaze softened, causing your face to flush with heat. âCause you definitely wouldnât survive without me. You donât have social skills to get yourself out of trouble.â
Tom rolled his eyes, but you could see a ghost of a smirk on his lips. âRight.â
You leaned against the wall opposite of the double doors to the conference room, keeping a sharp eye out from anyone who mightâve been walking your way. You hoped Tom could set up the bugs in time and get out before anyone notices. But it seems the luck you had last night in getting the information ran out as the same man you used started to come walking down the hall. You quickly pressed on your small hidden walkie, hearing the buzz in your ear piece. âHenchman, incoming. Iâll distract him.â You whispered into the mic.
âNo, get out of there. Do not engage, you hear me?â You ignored Tomâs frantic orders as you plastered a fake smile on your face, greeting James warmly.
âWell, hi there, stranger.â You teased flirtatiously.
Jamesâ eyes flashed with shock and confusion at first, looking around curiously. âHi? Whatâre you doing here?â He asked in suspicion, making your heart hammer in your ribcage.
You sighed dramatically. âThe husband isnât too happy with my disappearance last night. Came here to get a break from his constant glares.â
His face flushed red, smiling nervously as if he just remembered what had taken place the night before. âOh, right. You didnât tell him, did you?â
You scoffed. âOf course not. I may be a stunner but Iâm not dumb either.â
âI never implied you were.â
You giggled. âI did have fun last night though.â You lied, swallowing the bile that threatened to come up your throat.
He nodded. âMe too. Do youâŠthink we can do it again?â
You smiled sadly. âIâm afraid not. Our vacation is almost over and I donât want my husband getting too suspicious.â Just then, you faintly hear the creaking of a door opening. From behind the henchman, you spotted Tomâs concerned face. But before James in front of you could react to the noise, you pulled him to you. âButâŠhow about a goodbye kiss? For the memories?â You grinned, capturing your lips with his, a surprised noise coming from his mouth. You opened your eyes and gestured for Tom to get out of there. He gave you one last angry reluctant look before obeying you, running off as silently as possible.
James pulled away with a breathless chuckle. âMan, I will miss these pretty lips of yours.â He wiped his thumb over your bottom lip, making you shiver uncomfortably, but he took it as a good thing. âI hope youâll be thinking of me whenever youâre fucking your boring husband.â
Not likely, creep. âItâll be hard not to. Well, enjoy the rest of your vacation.â You blew him a kiss before walking away, trying to calm your heart from beating out of your chest. That was the worst. You wanted to wash your mouth out with soap.
Right around the corner, Tom pulled you to him, making you almost let out a yelp of surprise. âAre you alright?â He grabbed your face gently, looking you over with an adorable concern.
You smiled. âYes, yes, Iâm fine. Told you I could get out of trouble better than you could.â
Tomâs eyes darkened. âWell, Iâm sure itâs easier when you have these.â You gasped as Tom groped your breasts from over your shirt, making you lightly slap him, but he only giggled mischievously.
âSo, did you plant all the bugs?â
âYep, thanks to you. You gave me more time. I owe you one.â
âYou sure do. Iâve had my fair share of that douchebag.â You cringed with a groan, the taste of that manâs mouth still sticking to your lips unbearably.
âMe too.â
You furrowed your brows. âWhat do you mean you too? You didnât have to sleep with him.â
Tom frowned. âYes. But I gotta tell ya, I was mad jealous. I felt like I was gonna punch a wall or something. I almost pulled him off you back there to do exactly that: punch the bastard.â
âThen our cover wouldâve been blown.â
He shrugged. âNot if I played the husband role, angry that my wife was with another man. WhichâŠisnât that far off, if Iâm being honest.â
You chuckled. âWell, when this mission is over and weâre back home, you have my permission to punch any guy that tries to hit on me.â
Tom stopped in his tracks, just steps away from your shared hotel room. âWaitâŠâ He suddenly blushed bright red. âDoes that meanâŠIâm your boyfriend?â
You couldnât stop your own blush painting your face, looking down and smiling bashfully. âI mean, yeah. If you want to be?â Tom grinned widely, suddenly picking you up and spinning you around, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Your giggles bounced around the echoey hallway as he placed quick pecks all over your face and neck, tickling you until you gently pushed him off. âHappy, are you?â You laughed in amusement.
âYou have no idea.â You may have had an ideaâŠ

For the rest of the day and every day after leading up to the actual meeting, all you and Tom did was listen in through the planted bugs. It was surprisingly super boring. Anything heard was very few and far between. Nothing of substance was ever said. All the noises that came from the bugs was the shuffling and creaking of people moving around and moving around furniture you assumed.
Your handler informed you and Tom that a team was being sent in, and your job was to make sure to tell that team when the meeting was well under way and to make sure every person of importance was there so they could be arrested. It didnât sound like a difficult process, but you made sure to prepare for anything.
The day of, you were loading and prepping your weapons while Tom was listening to the live audio feed, his face in deep concentration. He looked cute and you wanted to say so, but you figured it wouldâve been inappropriate at a time like this. An uncomfortable tension filled the air that forced your hands to shake, which couldnât have come at a worse time. You tried taking deep breaths, but it didnât work. You hid it as best you could. You and Tom already had gotten into an argument about who was going to be the one to direct the rest of the team where the meeting room was. He did not want you down there, at all. But your stubbornness got the better of you and you didnât let him win. Youâd be fine, you were sure of it. You were going to have to head down to the first floor of the hotel soon, staying with the team until Tom radioed that the meeting was almost over.
âDonât try to be a hero.â Tom told you. âSelf preservation before anything else, got it?â
You promised him, if only to ease his nerves. You werenât going to make any dumb decisions, that wasnât like you. But you couldnât promise you wouldnât get hurt even if you made the smartest choices, the job couldnât guarantee it, you knew that. But youâd rather get hurt than Tom, that much you were sure of.Â
The shake of your hands stopped as you loaded your gunâs magazine, just as Tom turned his head to you and nodded. âBe safe.â He spoke, his brows furrowed in worry.
You gave him a reassuring smile. âI will. Iâll see you soon.â
âYou better.â
You shook off your nerves and exited the hotel room without another word or glance back at Tom, leaving him and praying youâd see him again, maybe take him on a proper date after all this nonsense was over.
You met up with the team, and they gave you your own bulletproof vest in case things went sideways. You briefed them on where this meeting was and how to get there, pointing to the place on the map of the hotel layout. And after almost an hour of standing around and waiting for shit to hit the fan, your walkie finally sounded off and Tomâs voice spoke over the radio. âTheyâre starting to trade.â
That was the cue.
You and the team went out, speeding down the halls to the conference room. You could feel your heartbeat in your pulse as the doors were kicked open, threatening yells and weapons being pointed, but the crime boss ordered his henchmanâs weapons be pointed back at them. Thatâs when shit finally hit the fan.
You ducked as bullets went flying across the room, at everyone on either side, the shots echoing loudly and making your eardrums ring. You didnât let it bother you as you were preoccupied with finding cover, getting your own weapon out and finding a target. You never thought your life would come to this, taking another human beingâs life. But it was either you or them. It was at this moment you wondered if you ever shouldâve joined this field in the first place. A bullet flying way too close to you snapped you out of those thoughts, forcing you to shoot back. You locked eyes with a familiar face, one you hoped youâd never see again. But of course it was him, James. You watched as the manâs face furrowed in anger, clearly fooled and feeling stupid himself. He shouldâve known something was off about you, but too little too late.
The shooting suddenly stopped as the crime boss yelled out in surrender, holding his hands up above the table he was hiding behind, telling his men to stop their own firing. Your team shouted at everyone to put their weapons down and put their hands up, and they all complied fearfully. Your team came out from their cover as the dust seemed to clear, moving to finally apprehend these people. You watched, trying to calm your heartbeat as you felt relief wash over you. You did it, you and Tom. You almost couldnât believe it.
Just as you realized everything was going to be okay, three shots rang out.
Before you could comprehend what had happened, you were on the floor. Pain surged through your entire body, making it difficult to find the source of the pain. You groaned as a team member ran to you, getting on their knees and quickly putting pressure on what you figured was a bullet wound. You struggled to lift your head to figure out what exactly happened, and you managed to see James on the floor dead, bleeding a puddle of blood beneath him. Karmaâs a bitch, you thought. You didnât think fucking him for information would come back to bite you in the ass, but here you were, bullet not in your ass, but your shoulder. The two other shots thankfully hit your vest, but it still hurt like hell. The bruises you felt instantly forming from those other two shots made you wince, more pressure being added from your comrade making you cry out.
âShh, donât move.â The person above you spoke. âMedic!â
âWasnât planning on it.â You grunted.
From another room, you could hear angry shouts, immediately recognizing the voice as Tomâs. Man, he was going to be pissed at you. But you found it hard to care as you felt blood leaving your body in copious amounts, even with the multiple hands putting pressure on it and miles long amount of gaze being stuffed onto your shoulder. âWe need to get her to a hospital now.â The medic spoke urgently. You felt like a loser as your vision started to dim, trying your best to keep yourself awake. But it was out of your control.
Everything after that was a blur. You could hear the sound of sirens, lights flashed above your fluttering eyelids, the smell of cleaning supplies and chemicals making its way into your nostrils, the feeling of a warm hand holding yours. You couldnât make any sense of it, not until you finally regained full consciousness laying in a hospital bed.
Your eyes squinted as you tried to adjust to the light, even if they were dimmed for your sake. You moaned as you tried to sit up, but you were quickly held in place gently. âNo, no, donât try to move.â The anxious tension in your body alleviated slightly as your eyes landed on Tomâs face, a weak smile coming to your lips. âThe doctors said you canât move yet.â
You inhaled deeply, despite the awful smelling chemicals of the ER. Your mouth was horrifically dry, your lips chapped and tongue like sandpaper in your mouth. âWater.â You choked out, cringing at the hoarseness of your voice. Tom helped you take a few sips of water, which made you feel so much better but also embarrassed that you couldn't even help yourself at that moment. âWhat happened?â
Tomâs lips upturned in a wry, amused smile. âYou were shot.â
You scoffed, chuckling lightly even though it hurt. âI know that. I mean, what happened after I blacked out. I donât remember, obviously.â
Tom lost his weak smile, grabbing and holding your hand. âDoctor said the bullet hit your brachial plexus. You had to go into surgery to repair it.â
âWell shit, that doesnât sound good. Iâd be more upset if I knew exactly what a brachial plexus is.â You joked, which earned a reluctant chuckle from Tom.
âItâs nerves that allow your arm to move, basically.â
âOhâŠâ You frowned. âThat is bad.â
â...yeah.â
âWell? Did the doctors fix it?â
Tomâs eyes briefly lightened up and he nodded slightly. âThey did. They got you to the hospital fast, thankfully. But it looks like youâre gonna be out of commission for several months while you recover, lots of physical therapy and bedrest.â
You groaned. âUgh, not bedrest.â Tom sighed in exasperation, putting his head in his hands. âTom?â You tried to reach out for him as you started to hear soft sniffles, coming out muffled from behind his hands, but it sent a spark up pain through your body. âTom, come on, look at me.â
Tomâs eyes were a bright blue from the tears that were flowing down his face. He looked exhausted, both physically and emotionally. âYou lied to me. You told me you were gonna be safe.â He exhaled a shuddering breath.
âI wasâŠuntil that asshole decided to get revenge on me.â You slightly chuckled, but Tomâs frown only deepened. âIâm sorry. I never wanted you to worry. Itâs justâŠthis is part of the job. There was always a chance Iâd get hurt, any of us.â
âThatâs exactly why I wanted to be down there and not you.â
You shook your head, well, tried to. âNo. Iâd have rather died than put your life in danger.â
Tom scoffed angrily. âWhy? Why do that?â
âBecause if you diedâŠa part of me wouldâve died too.â Your voice wavered, unwanted tears spilling over and falling down your cheeks. âI love you too, Tom.â You looked away from his intense and unwaveringly loving gaze, too overwhelming to handle. You sniffled. âIâm sorry if thatâs selfish of me. But I simply care about your life more than mineâŠIâve never felt this way before, about anyone. Itâs terrifying.â
You looked back at him as he took your hand with his, running his thumb over your slightly bruised knuckles. âI guess Iâm selfish too, because I feel the same way. Which is why Iâm fuckinâ pissed at you.â He spoke, but his tone held no semblance of anger and his gaze was just as loving as before.
You couldnât help but smile. âYou canât be mad when Iâm injured.â You teased, causing him to roll his eyes and look down to hide a grin of his own. âCanât complain when youâre taking care of me either. You have to listen to my every demand.â You giggled.
âAre you asking me to move in with you?â He raised a brow, making you blush furiously.
âUh, I, um, only if you, uh-â
Tom interrupted you with a laugh, bringing your hand up to kiss your knuckles. âOf course. Besides, you couldnât keep me away even if you tried.â
âThatâs good to know.â Then you realized, âHold on, wait. Howâd you even get in here? Isnât visiting for family only?â
Tom smirked as he held up his left hand, the fake wedding ring still on his finger. âCanât keep a husband away from his wife, can they?â

uh...kinda overdid it, didn't I? oh well haha