Stay Pure

Author's Notes: written for a fire emblem trans event and i got my friend, slotumn who asked for trans girl lysithea x claude x shahid with... transphobic biphobic shahid hgdfhghgfd. so, warning for homophobic and transphobic language.

“You’re taking this surprisingly well, Big Brother,” Claude teased as his hips snapped forward and drove his cock deeper into Lysithea’s drooling mouth. Shudders racked his body as his girlfriend, his perfect girlfriend, gagged around him. Glinting green eyes flickered downward to capture Lysithea’s rosy gaze. Another shudder ran through him at the sight of her eyebrows knitting together in frustration and tears welling up in her eyes. She huffed or tried to anyway, through her nose as she glared at him. “So are you, Lysithea.”

“Shut the fuck up,” Shahid muttered in between laboured breaths. His grip was tight on Lysithea’s narrow hips as his own clapped against her small but pert ass again and again. Ripples ran across the girl’s pale flesh each time their hips collided with each other. She was slight in frame, so it was a pleasant surprise. This would have been so much better if Claude wasn’t here. If it was just him and his girlfriend, it would have been perfect. It didn’t matter to him that he wouldn’t even be here, cock buried in a cute girl’s ass, if it was for his dipshit brother.“Just shut the fuck up. You’re ruining it. You’re fucking ruining it, you faggot mongrel. Mongrel faggot.”

Claude snorted.

A thumb ran across Lysithea’s sweat-laden forehead before tucking a lock of ivory hair behind her ear. Pleasure burned throughout his body as her sweet tongue traced sloppy designs along his throbbing prick. Saliva dripped from her lips and rolled down his shaft and balls in messy streams. The sensation of her warm breath tickling his damp skin made his toes curl.

The sound of Shahid’s hissed slurs filled the room as his thrusts grew wilder. Desperate even. Flesh smacking against flesh bounced off the walls and threatened to spill out into the hallway outside. Noisily, his balls smacked against Lysithea’s each time he sheathed himself completely inside. Both he and the girl yelped at the sensation.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Shahid growled before hunching forward. His arms swung around Lysithea’s small frame and hooked under her flat chest. Her cock—clit, he was going to call it a clit for his own sanity—swung under her with each thrust. The drooling tip brushed against his arm.

He didn’t know if he liked that feeling.

He didn’t know if he actually liked this scenario at all when he thought about it. He hated the fact that his brother was here with him and that he had a cute girlfriend with an even cuter cock and he hated the fact that he liked that she had a cute cock and—

Lysithea was in a similar boat as Shahid. She didn’t know if she liked it here. She loved Claude. It was why she agreed to come meet his family, including his stupid fucking transphobic piece of shit brother. He was patient with her. From the moment she came out to him a year and a half ago, back when she begrudingly went by Ganymede, through the many names she tried on and the process of her transition, he was patient with her. Love shone in her eyes as they locked with his.

...Only for it to die once Shahid’s voice cracked behind her. She had no idea it was possible to say the words ‘faggot’, ‘tranny’ and ‘tranny faggot’ so many times in under a minute. It was almost impressive. Horrific but impressive.

It served as a reminder as to why she was reluctant to meet Claude’s family. It was all because of Shahid. Now here she was, letting the guy use her ass like a cheap toy because Claude managed to yet again charm her out of her clothes.

She hated it here.

She hated that Shahid had a nice cock even more.

Annoyance once again shone in her rose-coloured eyes. Claude simply chuckled.

Ugh.

She really, really hated it here.