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mybeautifuldelirium · 7 months

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ceilings ~ modern!Aegon x Reader

summary: You and Aegon are friends, but there's always been something between you. This summer, it all comes to a breaking point.

warnings: 18+ (smut, fingering, oral fem receiving, p in v, kissing, semi-drunk s*x), drinking, partying, angst

word count: 4.8k

note: hi. uh oh. modern Egg angst. I hope you enjoy ❤️

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In a different world, you and Aegon Targaryen probably wouldn’t have been friends. You were different. He was reckless and careless; you were cautious and calculated.

If it weren’t for a minor run-in with the law, your paths wouldn’t have crossed at all. Lucky for him, the Targaryen family has a lot of connections. So when Aegon, at the ripe age of 16 decided to rob a liquor store, he was issued a slap on the wrist and community service.

Which led him straight to you.

Working with you, to be more specific. You had needed a summer job for some much-needed extra cash, and Aegon needed someone to sign off on his community service hours.

All the staff were your age, and you’d quickly bonded with everyone. Rhaena became one of your closest friends, along with Aegon. You’re not sure how exactly you became friends; most likely he told some tasteless joke you’d scolded him for which in return caused him to say something even raunchier just so you’d keep paying attention to him.

Aegon Targaryen was nothing if not a negative attention seeker. You’d fallen into that dynamic rather quickly, Aegon poking you, you poking back. It was gentle, playful even.

In the middle of that summer, after a drunken night at Danny Greyjoys, you’d received a text from Aegon long after the party ended. You’d introduced him to your friend Sara who you brought along, and he’d appeared to hit it off with her.

Give me Sara’s number, he’d sent, she’s super cute.

You’d rolled your eyes, watching more bubbles appear on the screen.

But also I’ve kind of been in love with you since the beginning of the summer, he wrote.

Your heart stopped. The bubbles came back—then disappeared. Then came back.

He didn’t send anything else.

You never talked about it.

In fact, you and Aegon moved on like he’d never sent it.

It was always hard to say goodbye to him at the end of the summer. While Rhaena and Sara joined you at the local high school, Aegon joined his siblings across the country at Dragonstone Academy.

But even after Aegon completed his community service, he kept coming back each summer. It wasn’t like he needed the money, his family was well off. He just liked the job, liked the company of his friends.

Liked you.

You’d dated a few coworkers on and off throughout the years. Cregan Stark, Will Tyrell. But Aegon you’d always seen as a friend. At least that’s what you told yourself.

Even when you’d accepted your college placements; Aegon at Citadel University, you at Winterfell State, you’d always return to King’s Landing in the summer months.

You’d always come back to each other.

Always teetering the line between friends and something else. Holding hands, cuddling, laughing, and joking, but nothing further.

Just friends.

Then, months into your junior year of college, Aegon’s dad died. You’d known he was sick for a while, a horrible slow deteriorating sort of death. But it still felt sudden. Like, the family had known he was going to die for so long, they almost forgot.

He’d been different this summer. More distant. Drinking more. You knew he was grieving still, even if the relationship with his father was strained. Relationships are complicated. And that was still his dad.

You’d sat in his car one night after work, just talking. He’d been tapping on the steering wheel with one hand, the other near his mouth as he worried the skin around his thumb with his teeth. A nervous habit.

“You know, you and Hel are the only ones I can talk to,” he’d admitted, referring to you and his sister, “No one else…no one else really understands.”

You’d taken his hand in yours, sitting in comfortable silence as the engine purred and the sky grew darker.

“I love you, Egg,” you’d told him, as you always did.

“I love you too,” he said back, the words falling easily from his lips.

Aegon was due to head back to Citadel University early the following week as summer came to its inevitable end. You’d all be parting ways soon enough, heading back to your college campuses for your final year of school. It was this fact that led Danny Greyjoy to insist on going out for drinks after work. A little hole-in-the-wall pub with darts and pool tables.

“We can go back to mine later,” Aegon had insisted, as you’d ordered another round of drinks, “Mum’s out of town on business.”

“Won’t Aemond mind?” Danny asked.

“He’s visiting his girlfriend,” Aegon insisted, “C’mon let’s get fucked up! Summer’s almost over.”

Danny agreed, shrugging and finishing his drink. Aegon had always been a bit of a party boy, but since the death of his father, you’d noticed an uptick in his recreational substance use. Alcohol; sometimes something harder. He’d shown up to work a few times violently hungover, or perhaps still intoxicated. You really couldn’t tell.

You worried about him.

You head to the bathroom to freshen up, fixing your mascara in the mirror when the bathroom door swings open and Aegon pushes inside. He’s got a cheeky grin on his face as he digs in his pocket, pressing his back against the door. You narrow your eyes, attempting to move past him but he blocks your path.

“Stop it you weirdo,” you joke, laughing at his antics.

“Take this with me, c’mon,” Aegon teases, revealing two nips from his pocket.

“I fucking hate Mcgillicuddy,” you tell him, scrunching your nose at the clear bottle with its bright green label.

“Pussy,” he goads, smiling showing all his perfect teeth.

Your heart skips a beat, as usual, and you snatch the bottle from him. You narrow your eyes as you crack the seal, before holding it between your teeth as you tilt your head back. The menthol-flavored liquor burns a path down your throat and a feeling of warmth blooms in your chest.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs, taking his own and mimicking your movement.

You cough slightly, watching his Adam’s apple rise and fall as he swallows. He discards the empty bottle, reaching for yours.

“You’re coming to the after-party, right?” he asks, his Cheshire grin still on his face.

“I don’t know,” you tell him.

“C’mon,” he pleads, “It’s one of my last nights, I’ve barely spent any time with you.”

You smile slightly. Not a complete lie. Aegon spent the better half of the summer chasing Aliandra Martell like a lost puppy. They had a brief, passionate affair that fizzled out rather quickly as she returned to Sunspear the previous week.

“And who’s fault is that?” you tease, “If you weren’t so preoccupied….”

Aegon lurches forward, grappling at your waist, tickling your side. You squeal, pulling yourself away from his grabbing hands, cheeks burning.

“Fuck off,” he interrupts, looking at you with more intensity in his violet eyes, “Please come.”

Something in the air crackles between you. A new wave of energy.

“Alright,” you tell him, “For a little bit.”

“You bitch!” Rhaena screams, trampling you in a hug as you arrive at Aegon’s.

She’s already had a few drinks; dirty Shirley Temples most likely. Rhaena has one hell of a sweet tooth. She smiles, her lips slightly tinged red from the grenadine.

“I didn’t know you were coming, I thought you wanted to sleep,” she says, only slurring a few words.

You hold onto her, giggling at her carefree state. Rhaena is usually so poised and collected.

“Egg made me,” you tell her, “Where is the bastard?”

“Living room!” Rhaena giggles, “You look so cute!”

You glance down at your jeans shorts and the small black top you’d chosen. Going out top, Sara calls it. You’d gone home to change before heading over to the Targaryen-Hightower mansion.

“Thanks, Rhae,” you tell her, as she places a sticky kiss on your cheek.

Moving past some people, primarily acquaintances and other coworkers, you make your way into the living room. The music is blasting, people lounging on the couches and sitting on the floor playing some sort of drinking game. A table has been set up, and you spot Jace and Cregan engaged in a game of beer pong. Multicolored lights flash around the room bathing everyone in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Aegon sits on the couch furthest across the room between two girls; a blonde and a brunette you don’t recognize. They’re curled into him, laughing at something he says. His eyes meet yours from across the room, lighting up as he recognizes you. You walk over, shaking your head at him. So broken up over Aliandra, it seems. You laugh, rolling your eyes before standing in front of him as he reaches for your hand.

He calls your name over the music as his fingers lace through yours. His eyes are red, you’d assumed he’d been drinking more since leaving the bar from the incoherence of his texts to you. Aegon was quite impatient as you went home to change, your phone dinging continuously from his texts.

“You started without me?” you tease, and he tugs on your arm, pulling you closer.

Aegon leans forward, pushing his back off of the couch. Your eyebrows cinch together as he pulls you closer, face nearing your own. Heart racing, realizing what is about to happen as your faces come closer; So close you’re able to count each of his silver lashes framing those violet eyes.

“Are you going to kiss me?” you blurt out, seconds before he does.

Aegon’s lips are soft and warm, his tongue parts your lips before dipping inside of your mouth. He tastes like vodka, like summer, like…

You pull away, and he lets go of your hand, falling back onto the couch, looking up at you through hooded eyes. The blonde next to him continues talking, as though nothing had happened. Aegon turns to her, smiling and continuing their conversation.

You’re not breathing; he stole the air from your lungs. You turn on your heel, heading straight to the kitchen. A bottle of tequila is the first thing you see among other various bottles and cups on the counter. You grab the bottle, taking a long swig, not caring who’d drunk from it before you. Your heart is beating erratically against your ribs.

Aegon just kissed you.

Aegon.

You take another swig before placing it on the counter.

Holy shit.

It’s the strangest feeling; like something that was meant to happen finally did. You’re stunned, standing stuck as Aegon enters the kitchen, moving by you and filling his cup with water from the sink. You march over to him as he turns on the faucet.

“Aegon,” you say to him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yes,” he says, glancing at you, turning off the faucet.

“You just kissed me,” you tell him.

“Mhmm,” he agrees, placing his cup on the counter, fingers curling along the edge of the sink. He stares forward like he’s contemplating something. How is he not freaking out as much as you are?

“You just kissed….me,” you repeat, raising your eyebrows.

“Yeah,” he agrees, leaning forward and kissing you again.

His hand finds your waist, the other cradling your jaw as he deepens the kiss. You kiss him back this time, arching against him, tangling your fingers in his short silver hair. His tongue pushes past your lips and you sigh as it enters your mouth.

This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Yet you don’t really want to stop, not when his lips feel so soft and warm molded against your own, his palm moving to your lower back and then over the swell of your ass.

Then someone enters the kitchen and you pull away from each other quickly, as though someone physically pulled you both apart. It’s Sara and Cregan laughing about something. Cregan spots Aegon and clasps him on the shoulder before pulling him back toward the living room demanding he be his partner in beer pong.

Sara notices your flushed face and blissed-out, shocked expression. You reach for the tequila bottle again, taking another swig letting it burn trying to get the taste of Aegon out of your mouth. Her eyes narrow suspiciously as she comes closer.

“Whoa there,” Sara says, holding out her red solo cup, “You okay kid?”

Swallowing the mouthful of tequila you stick your tongue out at your friend.

“Aegon just kissed me.”

“Wait….what?” Sara asks, eyes wide.

You place the bottle on the counter and remove Sara’s cup before taking both her hands in yours.

“Aegon. Aegon just kissed me,” you repeat, staring deeply into her eyes.

“Okay….well,” Sara shuffles from one foot to the other and you frown.

“Well, what?”

“Did you like it?”

Fuck.

“Like it? Sara, he’s like one of my best friends here,” you tell her through a forced chuckle.

“Oh c’mon. You and Egg have had this tension for years. Like yeah, you’re friends but…friends don’t look at friends the way Aegon looks at you,” she says while reaching for her cup and taking a sip.

Your heart pounds as you think about it. All these years, the harmless flirting. The love confession. That weird feeling in the pit of your stomach every time he was with Ali.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you tell her, shaking your head.

“Liar,” she calls you out, “And don’t think I don’t see how you look at him. The whole Ali thing this summer?”

“What?!”

“Girl, you were jealous,” she says, exasperated, “Jealous of her being with Egg.”

Okay, so maybe you had been a little jealous.

“I mean…I don’t know,” you admit.

“Do not tell me you haven’t thought about it,” Sara tells you, “The boy’s been in love with you since we were sixteen.”

“Okay stop,” you tell her, face warming, “I don’t…I don’t know what to do…he’s going through it right now and he’s leaving soon. I just…I don’t think it’s the right time.”

Sara scrunches her nose, making a face.

“Looks like Egg thinks it is,” she challenges.

You suck your lower lip between your teeth, unable to rid yourself of the feeling of his kiss.

“Look, whatever happens,” Sara says, reaching out to touch your arm, “I think you should go for it. If that’s what you want.”

That’s always the question, isn’t it?

What do you want?

There are no more surprise kisses as the night goes on. You play games, drink cheap liquor to get a little buzzed and laugh with your friends. You catch his eye briefly from across the room but nothing more. Helaena arrives at one point with her girlfriend Cerelle, blissfully stoned out of her mind and pressing a sloppy kiss to your cheek in greeting.

People filter in and out as the night wears on. Rhaena is in no condition to drive home, and you hate driving home this late. You, Sara, Rhaena, and Cregan all decide to spend the night, fighting over which couch everyone will sleep on. Rhaena curls up on one with Sara, their legs intertwined.

Cregan mumbles something about taking the floor, offering you the other.

“Are you sure?” you ask and he nods, scratching the back of his neck, “You’re a gem.”

“Yeah yeah,” he grumbles, finding a spot on the floor.

You giggle softly, heading to the kitchen for more water. You hate hangovers and paced yourself rather well this evening, making sure to drink plenty of water between drinks. Your buzz is already fading as you fill your cup.

You take a big sip, draining it halfway before filling it to the top again. You know you’ll be desperate for water in the morning and want to keep a full glass beside you. Plus, if Rhaena wakes up needing some you can offer her your cup. You shut the faucet, turning around and meeting the eyes of Aegon. Your heart skips a beat. You’d thought he’d gone to bed.

“Hey,” you tell him, placing your cup on the counter, “Listen…Egg….”

He moves towards you, hands cupping your cheeks, pulling you in for a heated kiss. You kiss him back and it’s different this time. He tastes like water this time around, his movements less sloppy, more controlled.

He’s sobered up, you realize as he moans against your mouth.

Everyone’s gone home. Everyone’s asleep. It’s just you and him.

He backs up, taking you with him, and dragging you down the hall. His hand laces through yours as he guides you into the hallway and into a room. His room.

The door shuts behind you and you keep kissing him, keep fisting the front of his shirt as he backs up knees hitting the bed and sitting down.

You straddle his lap easily, as though you’d done it several times before. His hands move to your waist before dropping lower to palm your ass. You roll your hips against him as he takes your lower lip between his teeth, nibbling on the soft flesh.

Your hands loop around his neck, fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck. This is Aegon. You’re kissing Aegon. Reluctantly, you pull away from his greedy mouth as his hands fall to your jean shorts, unbuttoning them and pulling down your fly.

“Are you sure?” you breathe, nose pressed against his cheek.

Aegon’s breathing is shallow, one hand still firmly on your ass as he kisses the corner of your mouth.

“I’ve wanted this since forever,” he admits, sending butterflies fluttering in your belly.

He waits, not moving his hand; not going any further but also not taking any steps back.

“Me too,” you whisper and he presses his lips to yours once more.

The kiss is hungry, stoking a fire of need deep in your belly. Aegon’s hand brushes against your lower stomach and the muscles of your abdomen contract as he breaches the band of your underwear. Fingers dipping lower, he circles your clit already wet and sensitive from your heavy makeout.

“Seven hells,” he murmurs against your mouth.

“Oh fuck,” you manage to squeak as Aegon sinks two fingers into your wet heat, curling them inside you.

He moves his fingers in and out at a torturously slow pace, the heel of his palm grazing against your clit with every thrust.

“Fuck you’re so wet,” he comments, kissing you once more as you grind down against his hand.

A whine slips past your lips as his lips move to caress your jaw, before kissing a hot trail down your neck. You can feel his smile against you as he speaks, “Shhh don’t wanna wake anyone, do we?”

He’s cruel with his comment, the pads of his fingers rubbing perfectly against your sweet spot sending sparks of pleasure down your legs all the way to your toes. Your eyes squeeze shut and you clench around his fingers causing him to chuckle.

“That feel good?” he asks, kissing right below your ear.

“Yes, feels s’good,” you mumble, fisting his hair harshly. Aegon groans as you ride his fingers, chasing the release building in your abdomen.

Each curl of his fingers stokes a fire in your belly, and soon you’re trembling on top of him, falling apart as he silences your desperate cries with a kiss. Gently removing his fingers from your slick entrance he flips you onto your back, slotting himself between your legs. He pulls your shorts and underwear off in one fluid motion, tossing them to a corner of the room.

“D’you have a condom?” you ask breathlessly as you yank your tank top over your head. You unclasp your bra as Aegon removes his shirt, his violet eyes hungrily eying your freed breasts.

You rest back on your elbows as he watches you. “Egg?”

His eyes snap back up to yours before he grips underneath your thighs pulling you toward him, “Sorry, yes, fuck,” he says, kissing your inner thigh, “Have to taste you first, please.”

Your face is on fire but you nod at his pleading as he buries his face in between your thighs. Aegon licks a thick stripe up your drenched slit, swirling his tongue around your sensitive clit. You throw your head back against the pillow as he continues to feast on you, alternating between dipping his tongue in your entrance and suckling on your clit.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” you hiss through clenched teeth, “So fucking good Egg shit--”

He moans against you, fingers digging into your thighs and soon your legs are shaking around his head, trapping him between your thighs as you come with a muffled cry. Aegon crawls back on top of you, kissing you fervently, the taste of you fresh on his tongue. You scratch down his back, pull him as close as you can to you.

“Condom,” you gasp, feeling the hardness between his legs pressing as you through his jeans, “I need you--”

“Right here,” he says, leaning to his nightstand. He yanks the drawer open so hard, it crashes to the floor with a thud. You both freeze before descending into giggles.

“Shhh,” he cautions and you cover your mouth as your laughter continues, “Seven hells--” he reaches to the floor retrieving a condom.

“Stop it,” he says with a smile, removing your hand to kiss you again.

“M’sorry,” you mumble, trying to hold in your laughter.

Aegon slips his jeans down, followed quickly by his boxers freeing his long, hard cock. The tip is flushed pink, weeping precum as he lazily strokes himself. You wet your lips as he tears open the condom wrapper, rolling it down his generous length. Once he’s done, you’re quick to pull him back into a kiss, feeling his heavy cock slap against your inner thigh.

“You’re sure?” you ask again, and Aegon nods.

“I’m sure,” he confirms, “Fuck, are…are you?”

“Yes,” you tell him, reaching to guide him toward your aching center, “Yes, I’m sure.”

He sinks inside your tight, waiting pussy and you gasp at the way he stretches you out. You’re so tight around him, it’s nearly painful for a moment as you adjust to his girth.

“Fuck,” you hiss as he bottoms out, “Seven….”

“You okay?” he mumbles, placing a wet kiss on your neck.

“I’m good,” you confirm, fire blazing in your belly as he rolls his hips against you, stealing the breath from your lungs, “Gods…”

Aegon keeps his face buried in the crook of your neck, you can feel his hot breath against your skin in between the kisses and love bites he adorns you with. Every rock of his hips winds the coil in your gut tighter and tighter until you feel as though you’re a bowstring about to snap.

“Fuck you’re so tight,” he murmurs, “Want you to come again, baby, c’mon.”

Nails digging into his shoulders you’re thrown over the edge, the coil in your gut snapping as white-hot pleasure washes over you. Your pussy clenches, milking his cock for all its worth as you feel him twitch inside of you; Aegon moans as he reaches his own release.

You hold onto him for a moment, letting yourself bask in the pleasure he’s given you, feeling the weight of him resting on top of you, his softening cock still buried within you. Slowly, the tingling sensation of your orgasm begins to ebb, the sheen of sweat that coats your body causes you to shiver as you grow cold. Aegon rolls off of you, throwing his legs over the edge of the bed. He runs a hand through his hair, back still facing you.

You sit up, watching him, suddenly feeling very exposed in your naked state. Aegon removes the condom, ties it, and throws it in the trash can beside his bed. Then he reaches for a pair of shorts. Heat blooms in your cheeks as you rise, searching for your clothes.

Aegon doesn’t say anything, just watches you out of the corner of his eye. You grab your bra and shirt first, throwing them back on. Panic rises in your throat suddenly at what’s just happened.

Oh gods.

You’ve ruined everything, haven’t you?

Why isn’t he saying anything? Aegon stands, running a hand through his hair.

“We’re okay, right?” you nervously ask as you slip your shorts and underwear back on, “This won’t change anything, right?”

You can’t read his expression. He gives you a wry grin before nodding.

“Course not,” he says, grabbing your hand, “C’mere.”

He pulls you gently toward the bed. You curl up next to him, his arm underneath your head. He falls asleep first, you can hear his gentle snoring in your ear. You can’t sleep. You just stare up at the ceiling counting each inhale and exhale.

“Aegon?” you whisper, turning your head.

He doesn’t answer, still lost in sleep, and you’re left staring at the ceiling once more.

“Shut the fuck up!” Sara says the following morning.

You’d gone with Rhaena and Sara for breakfast, leaving the others behind. You had gotten up, returning to the living room before everyone else woke up. Cregan was the only one awake, eyes narrowing as you lay on the couch.

“Could’ve slept there,” he’d mumbled, before rolling over.

Rhaena is slumped over her eggs, rubbing her temples as Sara excitedly shouts as you reveal what happened.

“I’m serious,” you tell them.

“Was it good?”

“Yeah, it was good,” you confirm.

“What does this mean?” Rhaena asks with a groan, “Fuck I think I’m gonna be sick..”

“I mean, I think I need to talk to him,” you admit, “About…this.”

“Well, I have to go back to the house anyway to pick up Cregan,” Sara says, lacing her fingers together, “Come with and you can talk to him.”

Nervous anticipation pools in your belly.

“Okay,” you tell her.

After dropping Rhaena at home, you and Sara head back to the Targaryen mansion. It’s quiet when you arrive, walking in the door like you both live there. Helaena and Cerelle are curled up on the couch watching a movie.

“My brother still here?” Sara asks and Helaena raises her head from Cerelle’s lap.

“Mhmm, they’re in the pool,” she confirms, “Aegon tried to host a darty, not many people showed up yet though.”

“Of course he did,” you say, rolling your eyes.

Sara nods to you and you follow her to the back door. The Targaryen backyard is a prime party zone, with its waterfall pool, large stone patio, and massive green yard. You spot Cregan right away, tossing a cursing Aly Blackwood into the pool.

Your eyes scan over the dozen people before your heart drops into your stomach. Aegon’s in the pool as well, silver hair slicked back, a lopsided smile on his face. That’s not what makes your heart lurch, rather it's who is attached to him.

Cassandra Baratheon clad in a deep blue string bikini straddles his waist, playing with the sunglasses on his head. She takes them off, putting them on her own face before Aegon lifts her up, setting her on the edge of the pool. She giggles, hands on his shoulders before giving the sunglasses back. Aegon squeezes her thighs, no doubt leaving indentations of his fingers on her porcelain skin.

“Oh fuck,” Sara whispers, “Y/N…”

“What?” you ask, tearing your gaze away, “What? No…no it's fine… that's nothing. I’m good.”

Sara’s eyes are sad, “Honey…”

“Seriously, Sara, I’m good,” you insist, chest tight with emotion, “I’m just going to grab a water…”

“Give me five minutes,” Sara tells you, “Let me tell Cregan I’m taking you home.”

You give her a wordless nod as she moves toward her brother. You walk past the pool over to a cooler, grabbing water. The sun suddenly feels uncomfortably warm, a dull throbbing beginning behind your eyes.

Someone comes up next to you, reaching into the cooler. Aegon shakes his head, droplets of water flying this way and that. You stare at him, watching as he grabs a can of beer. He glances at you after cracking the can and taking a long sip.

“What?” he says. It’s friendly but different. There’s a new edge underneath the question.

Nothing will change, right?

Your throat tightens and you can feel tears prickling behind your eyes. Aegon just stares back, running a hand through his damp hair.

“Nothing,” you tell him, “I was just leaving.”

“You should stay for the party,” he suggests casually.

You gaze at him, searching his violet eyes for anything, anything at all.

“I’m tired,” you admit, “I’ll see you later.”

Aegon watches you leave, Sara wrapping her arm around your shoulders. There’s a moment of pause as the door closes behind you, and then Aegon finishes his drink and returns to the pool.

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mybeautifuldelirium · 7 months

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"Holiday" - Dark!Genyen/Shawn x Reader

a/n: first time writing for genyen/shawn 🤭🤭🤭

Summary: You meet a young monk on vacation.

TW: profanity, innuendo, afab reader, she/her pronouns, kidnapping technically, unprotected sex, gaslighting, p in v sex, fingering

Word Count: 2,750 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Doctors characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

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Visiting Thailand on your spring break with your boyfriend was supposed to be the highlight of your ear. And then you found him in bed with his best female friend who he’d told you not to worry about on your anniversary. Needless to say, your romantic vacation was quickly changed to a girls’ trip with three of your best friends. The plan is simple. Land in Bangkok, then spend a few days in Krabi enjoying the beach, take a flight to Chiang Mai, onto Chiang Rai, and back to Bangkok before flying home. You researched meticulously to find clean, reasonably priced places to stay, central to the main tourist attractions.

Krabi is no doubt the most relaxed part of your vacation, and the minute you get off the plane and feel the sun shining down on your skin, you feel like spring break has truly begun. You and your friends grab your luggage and begin walking toward your hotel. It’s humid, almost unpleasantly so, and your clothes cling to your body like a second skin, but you’re in one of the most beautiful countries in the world with your three best friends, so you can’t bring yourself to care.

As you walk, you come upon a guy around your age, wearing a Buddhist monk’s robes. You’ve gotta admit you’ve never seen a monk with biceps like that before, or such piercing blue eyes. You approach him, ignoring your friends’ words of warning, and drop a decent donation in his box, giving him a sweet smile. The monk smiles back at you, squinting slightly as he looks up at you.

“Thank you for your donation, Miss,” he says flirtatiously, “You are so kind. You have wonderful energy especially for a tourist.”

He smirks as you giggle, adjusting the straps of your backpack, “Why, thank you.”

“You just landed, yeah? Maybe I could show you around town? The local attractions? Restaurants? Clubs? Bars? Beaches?” He leans in to whisper, almost conspiratorially, “The local hotels?”

The monk watches as you bite the inside of your cheek, pondering his offer for a moment before shaking your head, “I’m actually here with friends. But thank you for offering.”

You do your best to ignore the way he ogles your chest before giving you a cheeky smile - not that you mind, “Of course, of course.”

You pause before asking curiously, ignoring your friends calling out to you, “What’s your name?”

He leans in to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, smirking to himself at the fact that you don’t shrink away from him, and replies, “You can call me Genyen. What’s your name beautiful?”

You tell him your name before asking curiously, “Is Genyen your real name?”

“It’s my spiritual name,” Genyen tells you proudly, puffing his chest out, “My birth name is Shawn, but that’s unimportant now. Shawn is who I was, Genyen is who I am, and who I am is here with you in this very moment.”

You open your mouth to reply, but your best friend grabs you by the arm, questioning what the fuck you’re doing and who the hell you’re talking to. Genyen watches as you explain to her that you were just getting to know the locals.

“His lily white ass is not a local,” she hisses in your ear in an attempt to put you off, “Come on!”

You turn back to Genyen, smiling apologetically, “We have to go check into our hotel, but it was really nice meeting you, Genyen.”

“Come on, we can’t pass up this connection,” he says, giving you a charming, boyish smile, “I think I’m meant to be your guide on the path to enlightenment.”

The way Genyen looks at you sends a thrill up and down your spine. This may be the stupidest thing you ever do, but you can’t bring yourself to give a fuck. You haven’t had a decent shag since before the breakup, and goddammit, you’re going to do this for yourself.

“Maybe you can meet me at our hotel later?” you offer, telling him the name of your hotel, ignoring the protests from your friends that he’s probably a total fraud, “We’re here for about a week before we go on to Chiang Mai.”

Genyen nods, “I’ll definitely come by the hotel. See you later, gorgeous.”

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks at the way he winks at you, eyes raking over your curves. You can feel his heady gaze on you long after you turn and begin walking away.

Spring break is supposed to be fun, after all. And what’s wrong with a little fling to take your mind off the breakup? Your friends groan in annoyance when you tell them of your plans to meet up with Genyen later, reminding you to keep your location turned on, to use a condom, and to ask him for his most recent STI screening. Damn them for being so reasonable and level-headed, it’s taking the fun out of it all.

Shawn knows he has you. Hook, line, and sinker. The perfect mark. Gorgeous smile, innocent eyes, a nice rack, those cute little shorts that dig into your thighs ever so slightly, the thin sheen of sweat on your skin. Oh, you’re just the cutest thing. And he’s going to fucking eat you alive. He hums to himself, counting up the donations he’s amassed as he walks toward your hotel, thinking of how he’s going to charm you into his bed and out of the rest of your money. He reaches the hotel, walking in and, when he doesn’t see you in the lobby or at the bar, he finds you lounging around the pool by yourself, donning a hot pink bikini and sunglasses. He approaches you, taking in how sexy you look, laying there under the sun, your tits on full display for him as well as that ass of yours, those fucking thighs. You’re definitely the hottest girl he’s managed to pull one over on in a long time and he’s going to make sure to enjoy every minute of this. He pulls up a seat beside you and clears his throat, making his presence known.

“It’s nice seeing you again, gorgeous,” he grins, “Enjoying the pool?”

You nod happily, smiling at him, “Hi again. Yeah, just relaxing for a bit before the full moon party tonight.”

“Oh, you’re attending that? I was planning on going too,” he says, leaning back and giving you a lazy smile, “Maybe we can go together? And I can show you my temple on the way?”

You giggle, “A monk going to a party? I thought you’re supposed to be celibate and sober?”

Shawn smirks, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “That may be true, but if I were to break my most sacred vow, you’re the woman who would make me do it. It must be destiny that I ran into you. We have a bond that the gods have blessed and that supersedes the rules.”

He wants to cringe at his own words, but shit, you are eating this right the fuck up. You’re adorable, he thinks to himself, and he almost feels guilty, but resolves that he’ll make damn sure you get a decent shag out of it at the very least.

“You’re such a flirt,” you say, biting your lip to stop yourself from smiling like an idiot.

“It’s not flirting. I’m dead serious. Come back to my temple. I have a room and we can reach nirvana together, yeah? Come on,” Shawn urges, resting a large hand on your thigh, reveling in the way you shiver against his touch, “Live a little.”

Twenty minutes later, you’ve changed into a sundress that clings to your body in a way Shawn finds entirely irresistible and he’s leading you through the town, weaving between the crowds, on his way to the temple. It’s one of the prettier ones on the island, so he smirks to himself happily as you play the part of a total tourist and look around excitedly. He leads you inside, all the way to his humble room. Yeah, he lives at the temple and does a little work here and there in exchange for the tiny room. After all, he needs to keep up appearances.

“I’ve been waiting to get you in here all day,” he murmurs, closing the door behind the two of you and locking it.

He crosses the room in two steps, pulling you into his arms as his lips come crashing down onto yours. You moan, wrapping your arms around his neck as his hands go to squeeze your thighs, then move up to squeeze your ass. He groans at the feeling, kneading your flesh in his hands, grinding his robe-covered hard-on against you as he pushes you to lay down on his bed.

“I have to have you tonight,” he whispers raggedly in your ear, “Are you okay with that?”

You nod before remembering your friends’ words and question, “Have you been tested recently?”

Shawn panics slightly, not having anticipated this, but quickly replies, “Yes, in fact it’s a requirement to be part of the monastery. We have to be in perfect physical and mental health.”

You tilt your head to the side, moaning softly as he kisses your throat, his teeth scraping against your skin, managing to eke out, “That doesn’t sound like an actual thing.”

Shawn’s hands slide up your dress to grope at your tits, a contented groan leaving his lips at the feeling of your bare skin against his hands and the realization you didn’t wear a bra, “I promise you I’m clean,” he murmurs, “I’ll show you the path to enlightenment, my goddess.”

You whimper slightly as he pinches and squeezes at your nipples, the nubs pebbling against his touch, “Well, as long as we use a condom…”

“Don’t you want to feel my skin against yours, my goddess?” Shawn coos, knowing he’s pushing his luck but unable to think of anything except fucking you, “We need to connect in a real, physical way. I need to feel you. Need to feel your divine femininity around me.” Shit, he’s outdone himself, he bites back a grin as you nod, “Thank you, baby. You are so beautiful. So considerate.”

You gasp as his fingers slip past the fabric of your panties and begin teasing your pussy. Shawn chuckles at the fact that you’re already wet for him, at the way you mewl and writhe beneath him as he pumps his fingers in and out of you, feeling you squeezing around him. Your lips are parted as you gaze up at him, face twisted in ecstasy as he rubs the pads of his fingers against your sweet spot, hearing you cry out his name. You roll your hips against his hand, your own fingers moving to stimulate your clit as Shawn continues fucking you with his fingers, dragging them along your walls, moving in and out over and over until you reach your peak, soaking his digits with the evidence of your arousal. He brings his fingers to his lips and tastes you, letting out a low groan, smirking down at you.

“Tastes like nirvana, my goddess,” he coos, removing his robes, revealing his lithe, toned body.

And fuck, his cock… He’s bigger than your ex, you note, thick and long and veiny, precum leaking from the tip. You reach out to give him a slow stroke, watching as he throws his head back, groaning at the feeling of your soft hand against the most sensitive part of his body. He helps you pull off your dress and toss it aside before taking his cock in his hand and slapping it against your clit. You whine slightly, then again when he does it a second time. He runs his cock along your pussy before pushing just the tip in to tease you, pulling back out.

“Genyen, please,” you all but sob as he continues teasing you.

“So pretty when you cry,” he grins cheekily before sheathing himself inside you with a low grunt of your name, bottoming out inside you.

And then? He begins pounding into you like some sort of wild animal, his hips snapping against yours at a nearly inhuman pace. Shawn admires the way your breasts bounce as he fucks you, his lips finding one of your pert nipples and taking it into his mouth, suckling at it. After all, a woman’s breasts are to be revered, aren’t they? To be worshiped? He continues rutting against you, and you can feel every vein, every ridge as his cock moves in and out of you, bare skin against your own. The only sounds in the room are skin slapping against skin, your mewls of “Genyen” and his own groans of pleasure. He continues, moving his thumb to draw lazy circles on your clit, loving how you squeeze around him when he does. Fuck, your pussy is so perfect, he might have to hold off on stealing your wallet. He might need to do it right before you leave Krabi so he can keep fucking you the rest of the week. And you finally reach your climax, squeezing around him impossibly tight, your pussy clenching around him in a way that has him spilling himself too. He quickly pulls out and watches his cum spill onto your stomach, painting it white.

He collapses against you, pulling you into his chest, the two of you falling asleep. He resolves that he’ll get your money before you leave.

Only he doesn’t. The two of you end up clicking. You tell him about your shitty ex and the circumstances that have brought you to Thailand and he tells you about his life back in London, why he came to Thailand in the first place. You hardly spend any time with your friends while in Krabi, much to their annoyance. You even brought him along to the full moon party as your date, making out with him the entire time.

And when it’s time to continue onto Chiang Mai? Shawn, as he’s asked you to call him instead in a rare moment of honesty, offers to come along and serve as a guide. Your friends are completely against the idea, but you agree. He comes with you to Chiang Rai as well and then back to Bangkok, and all the while the two of you have just grown closer and closer.

Close enough that he asks you not to go back and stay with him.

“I have a life back home, Shawn,” you try reasoning with him the night before your flight home, “My other friends, my job, school, my family.”

“I can be your family,” he suggests, winking at you, tracing lazy circles with his thumb on your hipbone, “Come on, baby-”

“No, Shawn, I just can’t,” you say, getting up to pack.

And that’s when the wheels in Shawn’s head start turning.

The next morning, you’re horrified at the fact that your alarm hasn’t gone off and now? It’s only three hours until your flight. It takes an hour to get to the airport with traffic and to top things off? Your passport is nowhere to be found. You panic, tearing up the room in your search for it. Shawn wakes up, letting out a loud yawn, asking you what’s going on.

“Have you seen my passport?” you question frantically.

“No,” he says innocently, “Why? Did you misplace it? Have you checked your purse, baby? You had it last night.”

“It’s not in my fucking purse, Shawn!” you nearly shriek, “How the fuck am I going to go home?”

“Just relax,” he says, wrapping an arm around you, pressing a kiss to your temple, “Just relax and let me take care of you. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

“I wanna go home,” you weep into his chest, hugging him, “I just wanna go home.”

“But, baby,” he coos, “You are home. With me.”

You freeze, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks, “What did you do, Shawn?”

He shrugs, giving you that lazy smile that once made you feel as though you had butterflies in your stomach. Now there’s just a pit of dread.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, my pretty little goddess,” he smirks, tangling a hand in your hair as he pulls you in close, “Did you really think I was gonna let you go?”

#fic rec #ewan mitchell

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