Your name is Kankri Vantas, and this is the start of the worst week of your life. Not only has your roommate, Cronus Ampora, decided to stay home from a business trip he normally goes on every year, but it is intersecting with your week in hell. You are about to go into your yearly heat.

God you hope he can't already smell you, you've read about what Highbloods do when they find a troll in heat, and you aren't exactly wanting teeth sinking into your neck to 'mark' you, as hot as it makes you feel thinking about it. You sit up in bed, looking over at his passed out form and sighing in relief before standing up. You are going to go take a cold shower, and you aren't going to leave the door open for him to see. Nope, never, not at all. But you know your heat is starting to mess with your brain and it'll probably happen anyway.

One cold shower later you are out, and you are on the couch in your pajamas, cleaned and warm against your skin. The shower didn't do much, not with how cold he was normally, it just made you think of him. You sigh, rubbing your eyes and glancing down, realizing last minute that your binder isn't on, and you really need to hurry up and get it on before he hides it again. You rush to your room, slowly opening the door and gasping at the sight in front of you, legs pressing together.

Cronus was on his bed, light still off but enough on your end to let you see what he was doing. Oh god, fuck he was huge, and you wanted it inside you. You wanted the troll to stop masturbating and smelling your sweater and to just pin you down and fuck your brains out, to breed you. You shake your head quickly, instead moving a hand down your pajama pants and rubbing over your already slick folds, biting hard on your lips with your dulled teeth to keep from making any noises as you watched him go. When he came, you let out a bit of a squeaking noise, your hand getting coated and the front of your pants getting pretty wet too. You duck out of sight when he looks over, hurrying to get a spare set of clothes from the laundry room to change into, and hurriedly put the pants in the washer.

When you hear the shower running, you hurry into the bedroom and retrieve the binder, slipping it on and getting it on properly before going out to the living room with one of your books, though not the usual ones. You had a bit of a thing for risking this, reading more smutty novels in the front room during your heat, maybe hoping your roommate would get nosy and find out what it was, and give you a punishment for it. You let out a small moan at the thought, sitting in your armchair and pressing your legs closed as you started to read.

After a bit, hands on your shoulders make you slam the book closed, pressing it down and cover the title with your hands. God, his hands are massaging you and you know that he's smelled your scent in the different rooms already, and he knows what season it is for your unfortunate body. Sharp, shark-like teeth press against your ear and you melt, wanting his hands to replace the book, which your hips were subtly grinding up into the corner of, just for stimulation. You moan out for him at the bite, closing your eyes. Yes, yes, you are breaking your vow, you are getting your roommate to pound you into this chair.

As a hand slips into your pants to rub at you, and you feel yourself getting lifted to his lap as he sits on the chair, you let out a moan and give into it, letting out an all out begging, tilting your neck to expose the best marking spot. You don't complain when teeth come, moaning as the skin is broken, the rest of the week blurring. You wake up in the bedroom, naked with one of his hands on your stomach, the other resting over your boobs. You shiver, feeling how cold he is against your not-as-overheated body. Maybe you can get used to this, and get help for a few more seasons until one of you moves out.