pretty stupid baby
tags: targcest; modern au; brother!aerion; mean!aerion; degrading; Aerion babying reader and calling reader a baby; fingering; Aerion takes pics and threatens to send them (he won’t)
You’ve teased Aerion without remorse, not thinking of the consequences. Wearing tiny skirts and tight tops around the house, or letting your towel fall accidentally after your shower. This is wrong. You both know that. And you also know you’d never actually cross that line.
Aerion, however, doesn’t care about that. He’s been riled up for far too long to care about any morals. All he cares about is how he’s going to punish you for the torture you put him through.
He just has to wait until he has the house all to yourselves and lure you in…
He hummed low in his throat as he watched you, his fingers moving in a torturously slow circle on your little clit just to keep your nerves on edge.
"You're soaked, baby," he stated with a mocking coo, his voice almost condescending in how sweet it was. "You’re filthy."
He leaned in close, mouth hovering at your ear.
"You know, there is something I want to try, but I don't think you're gonna like it."
"It's kind of dirty. You probably won't even be able to handle it."
You looked up at him with big doe eyes. “Like… anal?” You asked quietly, not sure what to expect of him. Aerion was hard to read, but one thing was for sure—it wasn’t going to be anything sweet or vanilla.
That dark, mocking laugh from before escaped him again, his eyes darkening in such a way that it sent a shiver up your spine as he leaned in closer, mouth so close to your ear now that you could feel his breath on your skin.
"Worse," he whispered, his tongue flicking out to teasingly lick at the shell of your ear before nipping at it lightly.
"A lot worse."
A shudder ran through you at his words. What did he mean by a lot worse? Anal was already considered taboo by many, was that already too take for him?
“Like what?” You managed to croak out.
He let out a slow, delighted exhale—like he couldn’t believe you were really asking.
His fingers pressed down on your clit just to feel the way your body jumped in response before his voice dropped into something dark and conspiratorial.
"Want to tie you up with my belt." A pause. "Force-feed you milk from the kitchen like some helpless little pet. Make you kneel on the floor and eat from the bowl."
Another sharp pinch of his fingers on your little clit as he watched for every tiny reaction.
You made a choked noise as he said that, not knowing he was into that. “Wh-what?”
You sounded stupid to his ears. Clearly, you had heard him. Why were you acting like a dumb pet already? He had barely even done anything yet.
"You heard me," he retorted, his voice low and mocking. "I want to tie you up with my belt before forcing you to lap up milk, just so you’re forced to be little helpless, milk-drunk baby all evening."
His free hand slid up again—not this time toward your throat but rather just beneath it where he pressed two fingers hard into the base of your jaw like a warning:
"You really are an idiot."
By now you were starting to be a little off put, not thinking he’d have this kind of fantasy. Why this?
“Um… that’s your fantasy?” You trailed off, your thighs closing around his hand. Getting shy.
It was an unconventional fantasy to most but you couldn’t help but get wetter as he looked down on you with a feral glint in his eyes.
“And I’m not an idiot,” you added with a whine, only solidifying his insult.
He let out a sharp, mocking laugh at your attempt to defend yourself.
"That's my fantasy?" he repeated with a cruel tilt of his head, fingers tightening beneath your jaw just enough for you to feel the pressure. "You think this is where I stop?"
His other hand pressed harder between your thighs, not giving an inch of space despite how much you tried to squirm away.
"Sweet little idiot," he cooed darkly. "Milk-drunk brats don’t get opinions."
A sharp, hungry sound escaped him as he watched you. Your cheeks flushing, your lips parting in that needy little whimper.
His grip on your jaw tightened just enough to make breathing a struggle while his other hand finally—finally—slid two fingers inside you with brutal efficiency. Making you squeal and whine like a little brat.
"Fuck," he muttered under his breath at the feel of how wet and tight you were for him. "You're dripping, princess."
You squirmed as he fingered you, lewd squelching noises filling his room and making you blush.
A ragged groan tore from his throat as he scissored his fingers inside you, twisting them just to hear that wet noise again.
"Fucking nasty," he muttered darkly—but the way his hips jerked forward against nothing betrayed him entirely.
His thumb pressed down on your clit with rough circles as he watched your face twist in pleasure. "I should gag you. Or tape your mouth shut."
You could only prove his point by letting out another high-pitched moan, eyes rolling back as he curled his fingers against the spongy spot in your cunny.
A sharp, mocking huff escaped him, but he continued in that same, darkly condescending tone as if you didn't even get a say in the matter.
"Keep whining, princess. It just means big brother is going to find fun new ways to keep you quiet. And you know your little baby brain gets all mushy when I take control."
"Or…"
He leaned in closer until his lips brushed against your ear.
"I could just shove my cock so deep down that throat of yours that you choke on it."
By now you were barely able to form a thought. His mean words were making your head fuzzy.
He laughed as he watched you fall apart beneath him.
"Look at you," he cooed mockingly, twisting his fingers just to hear the lewd squelch of your cunt and your pretty cries. "Can't even think straight anymore."
"What's that, baby?" he cooed, the tone so condescending you'd think he was talking to a child. "You're making some cute little sounds, but I can't understand what you're trying to say... Is my baby sister all brain dead already?"
"Should I stuff your mouth with a pacifier?"
You mewled like a kitten under him, hips bucking up against his hand as your wetness slid down your slit and made a mess of your inner thighs.
He was breaking you in and he had no intention of stopping. He was going to mould you into the perfect pet for him.
“Wh-wha?” Gosh, you even sounded stupid by now. Not able to speak without stuttering or mumbling.
He let out a slow exhale, eyes narrowing as he watched you, almost like he had to exercise self restraint so he didn't just lose it at the mere sight of you.
He mocked, adding a third finger just to see how easily your drooling hole stretched for him. "You want a pacifier, baby?"
That same cruel mockery lacing his voice. "You're really just gone now, aren't you? Completely braindead and helpless under big brother."
"You're just a mindless little doll, aren't you? All I have to do is put something in your mouth, and you'd suck it without a second thought. "
You were trying to focus on his words, but it was getting increasingly difficult from the uncomfortable position you were in. The lower half of your body was hanging off of the bed while he had your upper body pinned down to the edge of the bed. Basically sitting on top of you, making the wooden edge of the bed dig into your back.
You squirmed and whined as you tried to get away, your back hurting by now. Along with being stretched by three of his fingers. It was all too much and you could feel tears starting to sting your eyes.
A dark, almost delighted sound escaped him as he watched you—watched the way your back arched in discomfort, the way your eyes teared up.
"Aw," he cooed mockingly, twisting his fingers just to hear that wet squelch again. "Hurts? Poor little brat can't handle it."
He leaned in closer until his breath was hot against your ear.
"You should've thought about that before you into my room like a dirty whore."
His free hand grabbed a fistful of hair at the nape of your neck and yanked hard—forcing eye contact despite how much it stung.
"Say thank you."
In a small act of defiance, you shook your head. “No.” Knowing damn well the consequences would be serious. Aerion didn’t take lightly to being told no.
A soiled prick.
You managed to shove him away and get onto the bed even with his fist tangled in your hair. The moment his grip loosened you made your move.
Crawling on all fours like a cat, bare pussy peeking out from under your short skirt that had been flipped up. Panties somewhere on the floor.
A sharp laugh ripped from his throat as he watched you scramble away like some feral little kitten.
"You think crawling is going to save you?"
He hauled you back by the roots of your scalp until your spine bowed under the force of it. "Say thank you. Or I'll tie that pretty belt around this throat and let it choke while I fuck my fingers deeper."
You shuddered, eyes rolling back as he tugged harder on your hair and making your scalp sting. A bead of drool spilling from your lips.
You opened my mouth to say a hesitant ‘thank you’ but the words caught in your throat. His threat made your cunt clench and drool, shameful arousal running through you. You squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to fight through the lust haze, panting like a cat.
He let out a low, rough hum of approval as he watched drool spill from your parted lips.
He saw the shiver, and he watched how you squeezed your eyes shut. He was just so tempted to reach forward and pinch your nose so you'd have no choice but to gasp for air.
"Aww, that's a cute little look for you. I should take a picture, maybe send it to a few people."
"So helpless and desperate. You really are just a mindless little toy, aren't you?"
"Or maybe that's too generous. See, toys don’t speak and make stupid comments."
You let out a whiny grumble as he kept pulling your hair, yanking your head back and forth and side to side. Treating you like an inanimate object.
With great force, you turned your head to look at him with a pointed look, lips turned downward in a small pout. But you were still getting wetter, pussy aching to be toyed with.
“I’m not a toy,” you mumbled, knowing you couldn’t just keep making noises like an animal and had to form words in response.
“Not a toy?” Aerion almost laughed.
Without warning, he shoved two fingers into your mouth alongside the hand in your hair—gagging you on them as if to test just how far that pretty little throat could stretch.
You gagged immediately, throat constricting around his digits. More drool spilled from your lips and cunt.
"There you go. That's a little bit better, now you just look stupid and pretty. Not that you didn't look stupid to begin with. But at least no nonsense is coming out of your mouth.”
He shoved his fingers deeper into your pretty mouth, trying to test your gag reflexes.
"You just love being a slobbery little mess, don't you?"
"Maybe I should record this too. You all messy and helpless like this. I'm sure some people would get a kick out of watching you like this—helpless. Pathetic."
You tried to say no, but how could you? His fingers were thrusting and out of your mouth. So all you could do was let out a muffled ‘nuhuh’, only able to make Aerion more amused.
Despite the mean words, you couldn’t help but let your eyes roll back. Your body betraying your mind by burning hotter. Pussy pulsing without any stimulation, making soft whines spill from your stretched lips.
He watched in almost sadistic fascination as your eyes rolled back like that. He could see how your mind got so fuzzy on him. How the brat disappeared and all you were left with was a dirty little thing that craved this treatment.
He let out a long, mocking hum in approval before speaking in a patronizing tone:
"It's a good thing your baby brain is so stupid, isn't it? I doubt you even understand how humiliating you look right now."
He watched the drool roll down your chin, and he was almost impressed by the fact that you didn't bother to even try and hold it in. Like you couldn't help the fact that he was making you a little drooling mess.
"Such a slobbering little idiot... but I have to ask..."
He leaned closer, his voice dropping into a mocking whisper.
"Do you really think you're smart enough to have an option in this matter?"
It felt so wrong. It was wrong. But you couldn’t help it, each time he called you baby in that mocking voice, it made your clit pulse and ache for his mean touch.
It was as if he had reached to the back of your throat and turned your brain off.
He had you trained. You couldn't help the way you reacted. You loved it, and he loved it as well. He loved that he could make you all messy and stupid with just a few words.
"There we go," he murmured, voice a dark hum. "Perfect little idiot just for me."
He pulled his fingers from your throat just so he could grab you by the chin, forcing you to look him in the eye.
"Open your mouth, baby."
You coughed as he pulled his fingers from your throat, swallowing the amounts of spit that had gathered in your mouth.
Without even thinking, you opened your mouth for him, sticking out your tongue.
He let out a low, rough exhale as he watched you stick your tongue out so mindlessly. A bead of spit dribbling from your tongue.
"Good baby," he crooned mockingly, gripping a fistful of your hair while his eyes darkened in hunger at the sight.
He pulled his phone from his pocket before unlocking it, thumb tapping a few times before a camera app opened.
"Say cheese," he said teasingly, aiming the lens right at your face and your tongue stuck out like a mindless little pet.
The flash went off, capturing your flushed cheeks, glossy eyes, and that pathetic, open-mouthed expression.
It was as if a bucket of cold water had been thrown over you, the realisation of what he had done sobered you up real quick.
“What? No, stop,” you shoved his phone away from your face. But judging by his smirk. The damage had been done.
He let out an annoyed huff at that, his grip on your hair tightening with force as he used that grip to whip your head back in place.
"Stay," he commanded, voice a low hiss.
He aimed the camera at your face again, his hand in your hair keeping you in place.
"Smile, baby. This picture is going to live on my phone forever. I'll even set it as my screensaver so your dumb pretty face is the first thing I see in the morning. "
“Delete it,” you demanded weakly, but your voice wavered, because part of you wanted him to keep it. Wanted proof that you were his like this.
A sharp, mocking laugh escaped him at your weak demand, your wavering voice betraying you entirely.
"Delete it?" he repeated, tilting his head in mock confusion. "But why?"
His thumb swiped to the gallery, enlarging the photo to show you, to let you see yourself.
"You look so pretty like this," he mused, almost like he was admiring art. "So perfectly ruined."
His fingers tightened in your hair again as he leaned in closer.
"Shh. I’d never let anyone else see you like this. My sweet little sister."
The thought of someone else watching you in this state was enough to make him furious with envy.
“Only for my eyes.”
He pressed a soft kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear before his teeth grazed against your skin.
He felt you shiver beneath him, felt the way your back arched just a little bit—so responsive and sensitive. It made him want to be cruel to you.
He whispered against your ear, the camera still aimed at you: "Now, open that pretty mouth and I'll give you something to suck on instead of my fingers. Show me how well you listen, baby."
He wanted to watch the way you obeyed, watch you drool for him like a stupid pet. He wanted to see the way he made you so dependent on him.
A shaky whimper escaped you as his words registered, a familiar heat curling in your belly at the command. You wanted to resist, to be stubborn just to spite him…
But your lips parted anyway.
Your tongue peeked out pathetically, waiting. Just like the obedient little pet he’d molded you into.
The flash went off again, capturing the moment perfectly.
"Perfect," he murmured, smirking as he admired the photo. "Now let's see if you can take more than just my fingers."
He slid off the bed only to return seconds later with his belt, the same one he'd threatened to tie around your throat earlier, now dangling loosely from his grip.
His pretty, pale cock sitting heavy in his hand. A bead of pearly precum oozing from the pinkish tip. He’d been waiting for this.
He tapped it against your parted lips mockingly.
"Open wider, baby."
an: man don’t ask me why I wrote this. im honestly so tired and depressed and I need someone to just manhandle me and do the thinking for me