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MAKO SONG & AALIS DURAND | HP 1300S
I let the scale tip and feel all of it
Itâs uncomfortable but right
We were born to try
To see each other through
To know and love ourselves and others well
Is the most difficult and meaningful
Work weâll ever do
â Nine by Sleeping At Last
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um yall⊠samâs roommate pulled up to coffee like. um. dressed like this. btw. and their hair is just like. a better fluffier mullet. is this surprising
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im out of touch.. im out of time.. we're the misters dekarios
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This man is walking around my house like a whore
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â FORBIDDEN FRUIT
PAIRING â Na-Baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader // Baron Vladimir Harkonnen x fem!Reader
SUMMARY â After your planet was conquered by The Harkonnens, you are sent to Giedi Prime as a war prize to marry one of The Baron's nephews. However, Baron Vladimir changes his plans at the sight of you and decides to take you as his wife. Feyd-Rautha does not give up easily, though.
REQUEST â (1) // (2)
AUTHORâS NOTE â It's finally here! I got carried away, not gonna lie... Look at the word count! đ I might have forgotten about some warnings, just keep in mind the fic is dark and twisted đ By creating the Reader's homeworld and its customs I was loosely inspired by the mediterranean and islamic cultures but of course her physical appearance is not being described. đ€
WARNINGS â arranged/forced marriage, blood, death, Baron Harkonnen being an absolute and non-consensual creep, Feyd-Rautha being non-consensual as well in the beginning, SMUT, fingering, oral, breeding (artificial and natural), incest undertones (they're not related but he calls her Aunt and she calls him nephew) + Feyd's traumatic past briefly mentioned, Reader is a few years older than Feyd but he is aged up to 20
WORD COUNT â 13,560 (đ€Ą)
đ THIS FIC IS 18+ đ
ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.
FORBIDDEN FRUIT
Your homeworld used to be a Paradise. The sky was always blue, the weather warm but not too hot due to the light breeze coming from the Ocean. Cypress trees, pistachio nuts, olive branches and fish were what Pairi DaĂȘza was famous for in the past centuries. It was a small planet that remained unnoticed and neutral in most of the conflicts. The Imperial Family loved to spend their holidays on Pairi DaĂȘza and import their goods in a form of a tribute.
That was history. And although you were born on this beautiful planet, in your teenage years the whole world crumbled down and you were exposed to the true reality of the war. When one of the Imperial geologists had found a huge spice deposit under your planetâs Ocean, the destructive war began.
Your parents tried their best to avoid the conflict. They offered the Emperor to dry a huge part of the Ocean to harvest spice from there. In fact, your father the Sultan saw an opportunity of getting wealth and influence in this situation. And that probably was his downfall. The Emperor wanted all the spice for himself.
But The Emperor was not the one to get his hands dirty. No, he hired the most fearsome warriors and assassins to teach your planet a lesson. The Harkonnens.
While the battles were taking place on the ground, their special machinery was drying out the Ocean and harvesting the spice hidden underneath the water surface. The whole planet began to die off due to the lack of water. The crops were evaporating in the heat, people were starving and their homes destroyed. The Harkonnens were kidnapping your citizens to be their slaves and your father and his army were too weak to protect them. The subjects of the Sultan started a rebellion with the help of The Harkonnens and after long years of the ongoing and destructive war, it was the final blow for your fatherâs weak reign.
You were an adult woman now, standing proudly with a veil covering nearly your whole face with only eyes being on display like all unmarried women of Pairi DaĂȘza traditionally wore. Surrounded from all sides by The Harkonnen army in your fatherâs throne room, holding your motherâs hand. The dignified and beautiful Sultana with the last piece of jewellery she had refused to give away â a majestic headpiece made of gold and sparkling gemstones of all the possible colours. They reflected the dim light creeping inside through the windows of the ruined Pairi DaĂȘza Palace where you had been born and resided for your whole life. And where you would die with only a few the most loyal guards protecting you.
The front doors opened loudly and a huge, beastly looking Harkonnen man stormed inside with a few of his identical soldiers. You had heard of him, he was the terror of Pairi DaĂȘza in the past few years. The Beast Rabban himself. He dealt with your guards completely on his own, feasting on their deaths with a psychotic smirk. You swallowed thickly at the size of his hands; so big and strong they could break you in half. You hoped for a swift and quick death â as a Shehzadi of Pairi DaĂȘza you had your privileges and you counted that the mercy of Beast Rabban would be one of them.
He started to approach you confidently, his black armour stained with the blood of your guards, contrasting with his sickly pale skin. Your father stepped out to cover you and your mother with his own body as if it would stop the Beast. Rabban froze at the sight and let out a contemptuous laughter that echoed through the throne room.
âYour reign is over, Sultan (Y/L/N),â he announced. âPairi DaĂȘza and its spice is under The Harkonnen rule.â
âPairi DaĂȘza no longer exists. You have destroyed my world and you want to rule over the ruins,â your father drawled through the gritted teeth.
âWe do not care about your world. We care about the spice. But you⊠You will be remembered as the Sultan whose reign was the last. The death of your world will forever be attached to your name,â Rabban pointed out and reached for his blade. âCome to me and fight like a man, I shall give you the privilege of defending yourself. Do not cling to the skirts of your wife and daughter. By doing so, you put them in the path of my blade.â
âDonât hurt them,â your father approached him, despite your hands trying to stop him. âThe planet and the spice are yours. You can kill me but spare my family,â he pleaded.
âYour wife will be given to the new Governor of Pairi DaĂȘza and he will do as he pleases with her. Your daughter is our prize I will take with me to Giedi Prime,â Rabban laid his terrifying eyes on you and you froze out of fear. Youâd rather die than be taken away to The Harkonnens. He could only see your eyes but it was enough for him to smirk and lick his lips in a disgusting manner.
This scenario was worse than the death you had been expecting.
âYou will die,â he told your father and pointed at one of the deceased guards for your father to take his sword and be able to defend himself in a fair fight.
But you knew already it would be a slaughter you did not wish to see.
âDonât kill him! Donât kill my father!â You screamed and took a step ahead. Your mother sobbed behind your back.
â(Y/N), donâtâŠâ your father shook his head.
âI will offer myself to you willingly if you spare his life and let him govern this planet in The Harkonnen name. He will obey your orders and so will I,â you promised.
It was common for parents to sacrifice themselves for their children. No one would ever question such an act. Why couldnât it go both ways? You loved your parents just as much as they loved you. Especially in the last years of the war, you had grown very close having basically no one else by your side.
If you were all to die together, it was not a bad ending. But if they tried to kill your father, send you away and give your mother away to a stranger⊠you could not let that happen.
âWhat makes you think we care about women giving themselves to us willingly, Shehzadi?â Rabban snorted at you but he approached you slowly with his blade held up. âYouâre confident to offer so little for wanting so much in return,â the tip of his blade lifting up the hem of your face veil as you trembled out of fear.
âThere is no need for bloodshed. My father will bend his knee and I will go with you, my Lord,â you choked out, trying to hide your obvious fear.
Rabban tilted his head and laughed at you. Then, in one swift move he cut the veil open and you gasped as the fabric fell down on the floor, leaving you exposed in front of him and his Harkonnen soldiers. It was one of the greatest humiliations for the Pairi DaĂȘza woman for her to reveal her face in front of a man outside her close family before her wedding. It was her husband who was supposed to lift the veil off of her face on their wedding day and see her first before every other man would. To take the veil off of an unmarried woman in an aggressive manner like this was the greatest disrespect that back in the day men had been punished for by the law.
Embarrassed and humbled down, you stood still, trying to stare back at the Beast Rabban with your shoulders straight and your lips pursed out of anger and determination.
âYou are not mine for the taking. I am to take you to Giedi Prime and my uncle shall decide what to do with you. Most likely he will want you to be my younger brotherâs bride because it is him who will inherit the title one day,â he told you and you felt a knot forming in your stomach.
You hated Rabban but he was the devil you knew from the stories and now personally as well. His brother was a new character in the story that you feared. What was he like?Â
âWhy is that not you?â You asked him. âYou have just conquered a planet for your uncle, have you not, my Lord?â
âIt is not I who argues with my uncleâs decisions,â Rabban snapped at you but you saw in his cruel eyes that you had touched a sensitive subject with your question. âWill you bend your knee, Sultan (Y/L/N)?â He asked your father.
He was staring at you with a terrified expression on his face. He couldnât believe what you had just done. But you knew he wouldnât throw a fist now. He would bend his knee because your father was a weak man.
Deep down, despite your love for him, you hated him for his weakness. Most of your problems, most of the failures in this war were caused by this trait of his. You couldnât blame him, though. The Sultans of Pairi DaĂȘza had never been trained to fight or lead military campaigns. There had been no need for that in the past.
âI, Sultan (Y/F/N) of The House (Y/L/N), pledge my allegiance to The House Harkonnen,â your father kneeled and bowed his head down.
You watched Rabban closely. He could accept this offer but he could also simply behead your father.
âIn the name of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen, may your service be accepted, Sultan (Y/L/N),â he nodded his head. âWe didnât know who to make the Governor of this wasteland anyway,â he snorted. âI guess this is solved. However, you will be watched carefully,â he squinted his eyes at your father. âI will leave my guards here and you will be spied on every second of your pathetic life, Sultan.â
âYes, my Lord,â your father nodded. âWhat about the rebellion you helped to start? The citizens of Pairi DaĂȘza do not wish me to stay in this Palace anymore.â
âYou have my army to command now. You can slay them,â Rabban shrugged his arms and your father stood up clumsily.
âYou helped them to start the rebellion against me and now youâre giving me your army to slay the rebels?â He asked to make sure.
âAll we care about is your spice,â Rabbanâs voice sounded casual and then he turned around to look at you again. âAnd your daughter,â he added with a smirk before approaching you and grabbing you by your arm roughly. You squealed as he started to walk you out of the room.
âLet me go!â You protested.
âYouâre already breaking our arrangement, woman. You promised to be obedient,â he barked at you.
âI want to say goodbye to my parents,â you told him.
âItâs not the last time youâre seeing them. That is, if they play nice and donât start anything,â he threatened as he looked at your scared parents.
Your mother risked it, though, and she ran up to you. Her shaking hands grabbed yours as she sobbed. She couldnât say much because of her state but she didnât have to.
âI will be fine, mama. I will survive and you have to as well, do you hear me? Otherwise my sacrifice wonât matter,â you told her and she nodded her head, silently choking on her sobs.
âThatâs enough,â Rabban threw you over his shoulder swiftly like you were a sack of potatoes and he took you out of the Palace â straight to the huge Harkonnen ship that was destined to go back on Giedi Prime.
You were a war prize.
You didnât know much about Giedi Prime except for scary legends and myths. The heavy industrial landscape was something you had not been used to nor was their black sun that was making everything on the planet black-and-white when you were spending time outside. Not that you had spent lots of time there. You were transported from the ship to the huge black fortress and into the chambers with a few female servants waiting for you. They bathed you carefully and put you in long black robes with a veil mimicking the ones that were traditional for the Pairi DaĂȘza unmarried women. Only your eyes were visible when you looked at yourself in the mirror, but barely â the veil was decorated with dangling silver chains. They were making you look even more mysterious and kind of dangerous but the whole outfit felt like a mockery of the traditional robes of your people.
The unmarried women of Pairi DaĂȘza were hiding their faces but their dresses were often made of a few layers of sheer and colourful materials. Just because they were under a cover, didnât mean they were not cheerful and full of life. The dresses would be often decorated with lace, flowers or embroidery. They were flowy and ethereal when the women walked down the streets and all the married women who no longer had to hide their faces were envious as they remembered their younger days. On Giedi Prime you looked as if you were in a deep state of mourning. But perhaps you were. Your planet was destroyed, your family humiliated. And no one knew what would happen to you.
You were taken by the guards and followed by the servants to a huge throne room of The Baron Harkonnen. You had heard of him from your father so you expected the worst but his unnaturally huge and floating form still made the blood in your veins run cold. He was enormous and repulsing; sickly. Kept alive by the machinery behind him and the undying will to rule forever.
He was accompanied by Rabban who smirked at you when you walked inside. There was another man standing there, too. He was young; strong and muscular but also slim. Tall and proud in the way he stood. His face was full of cruelty and mockery but you had to admit he was rather attractive⊠at least for a Harkonnen male. His lips were full, his eyes reminded you of a snake but they were decorated with a long set of eyelashes. You hoped he was the younger brother that Beast Rabban had mentioned before.
You stood in front of the stairs leading to The Baronâs throne and you bowed down, waiting for his reaction.
âShehzadi (Y/L/N),â he greeted you in a harsh, deep voice that sent shivers down your spine. âFinally I get to see you⊠Or not,â he added and you raised your head to lay your eyes on him. He was observing you carefully and so was the young man. âTake her veil off, Rabban, show me what youâve brought here,â he snapped at his nephew and the Beast approached you. âShe better be pretty enough for Feyd-Rautha if you decided to spare her fatherâs life for her,â The Baron teased him.Â
âWho would have thought that women were your weakness,â the man named Feyd hissed at his brother and you got startled by the sound of his voice. It was identical to The Baronâs in a twisted and uncomfortable way that formed a knot in your stomach.
You felt oddly bad for the Beast Rabban. He was the one to conquer your planet and he was the one to take you. Yet, you were a prize that he had won not for himself but for his spoiled younger brother. You couldnât quite understand the dynamic of this family yet.
He stood next to you and grabbed the fabric of your veil in his fist in his usual brutal manner. By the pace of his breath, you could hear that he was as nervous as you were. If The Baron would not like you, he would be punished for going soft on your father.
Rabbanâs hand hesitated before tearing the veil off of your face. It caught his younger brotherâs attention. He hissed and walked up to you with a short knife in his hands that he had been playing with as if out of boredom. He smirked at you and revealed black teeth that made you flinch at the sight. Your reaction only excited him.
âHow long do I have to wait, brother?â He asked as he cut the veil open, impatiently. Rabban took a step back and allowed his brother to take a better look at you. The Baron tried to peek in but Feyd was standing right in front of you and covering your face completely from his uncleâs sight.
The young man hummed to himself and tilted his head both sides. He raised his hand up and grabbed your chin to squeeze it gently.
âHow old is she?â He asked his brother as if you could not speak.
âShehzadi (Y/N) is twenty years old like you are,â Rabban tried to recommend your virtues the best he could, like he was a slave seller.
âFive and twenty,â you corrected him confidently, not feeling any shame about your age. Rabban took a sharp breath in as Feyd gave him a scolding look.
âA bit old, isnât it?â The Baronâs voice interrupted them.
Feyd looked you up and down with so much fire in his eyes that you started to feel your cheeks heating up. You had never been looked at this way not only because of the custom of covering your face but also because it was not a way that men on Pairi DaĂȘza would court women in.
âIâll take her,â Feyd shrugged his arms as he announced to his uncle. He turned around to look at him and you sighed out of relief. So did Rabban.
âMove aside, Feyd,â The Baron barked at his nephew, impatiently. âIt is I who decide,â he added and Feyd took a step to the left, revealing your form to his uncle. You had both of the brothers standing on both sides and their hideous uncle looming over a few steps ahead of you.
In complete silence he was watching you for a long while, puffing on his pipe. Finally, he beckoned you over to come closer. You gathered the fabric of your skirt in your hands and took a few steps ahead with your heart pounding in your chest.
âI shall take her,â he stated as the whole room went dead silent.
âWhat are you talking about?!â Feyd protested and you chewed on the insides of your cheeks, trying not to burst into tears. âShe is mine for the taking!â
The Baron was a disgusting creature but you were aware that being his wife would give you more power and influence than marrying any of his nephews. It would protect your family better, too.
And every power came with a sacrifice.
Still, your dignity wanted to join Feyd-Rauthaâs tantrum. You had been expecting to be given in marriage to a young and healthy warrior. Not an old and sickly piece of greasy meat in front of you.
âShut up, boy!â The Baron yelled at Feyd and you flinched. âDonât startle, my Shehzadi,â he cooed to you in a malicious whisper. âAs you can see, none of my nephews are worthy of you nor my throne one day. You shall give me an heir,â he told you and you nodded, obediently. Fighting him had no purpose.
Feyd was furious. You heard him walking out of the room angrily and slamming the door behind him.
âYou have just made an enemy, my Shehzadi,â The Baron reached his swollen pale hand with the green and blue veins popping out. You gently took it and nearly gagged at the feeling of it.
âMe, my Lord?â You tried to bat your eyelashes at him. Your voice shivered out of fear and he smirked at you.
âFeyd-Rautha will no longer be the Na-Baron when our son is born. He will do everything to get rid of you and the child. You shall be careful, sweet Shehzadi,â he warned you. âI have my ways of keeping him obedient. When heâs not showing you proper respect, you will tell me, yes?â
âY-yes, my Lord,â you nodded.
âGood,â he squeezed our hand gently and you felt your stomach turning. âGo, prepare for the wedding,â he let go of you and raised his finger to touch your cheek. It was getting difficult to hide your repulsion but on the other hand it was oddly satisfying to know that you were chosen by The Baron himself.
You bowed down and walked out of the room with the guards and servants. They all were staring at you with widened eyes, as shocked with the outcome of this day as you were.
You hadnât seen The Baron for the past few weeks of the preparations for the wedding. In fact, you hadn't seen anyone. You had been kept a prisoner in one part of the fortress but you did not mind that at all because you had lots of servants and your chambers did not lack any luxury. The only thing you missed was nature â the greenery, the sound of birds, the feeling of the sun on your skin, the light breeze of the Ocean. But there was no way of coming back to it. Pairi DaĂȘza had none of it anymore.
Spoiled as a child, you were harshened in your teenage years by the war taking place in your homeland. Despite your fatherâs weakness flowing in your blood, you had learnt how to adapt and survive. You would survive just well on Giedi Prime, you decided.
The only thing you dreaded about your marriage was the physical aspect of the union. However, you had been informed by the medic visiting you every morning about the nature of your future duties.
âThese injections are supposed to prepare your body for carrying a son,â he told you after sticking a syringe with an odd liquid into your vein. âAfter the wedding you will be bred to carry The Baronâs heir, my Lady.â
âBred?â You swallowed thickly.
âI will insert the seed during a swift and painless procedure, my Lady,â he assured you.
âSo⊠I will not beâŠâ You didnât know how to say it without offending The Baron.
The medic knew, though. He looked up into your eyes as your face was covered with the black veil. The Baron had liked your homeworldâs tradition and allowed you to cover your face until the wedding.
âThe Baronâs health does not allow such activities,â he informed you and you sighed out of relief. âWhich does not mean he will not demand some⊠other duties.â
You nodded your head at him. Some other duties, whatever they meant, you could survive. It was the haunting image of him hovering over you or taking you from behind that was keeping you sleepless recently. You had come to Giedi Prime completely innocent in that subject but you made your Harkonnen servants tell you all about it. They were experienced, especially the ones who had been called late at night to Feyd-Rauthaâs chambers. The young na-baron apparently liked sex a lot. The more you were finding out about him and his nature, the more glad you were that it was his uncle you were marrying. At least he was not so young; not so full of adrenaline and testosterone as his nephew.
Giedi Prime had not had a Baroness in a long time. The ceremony was about to be the grandest you had ever experienced. The leaders of the great houses had been invited â your parents amongst them. Even The Emperor himself had sent an envoy to take part in the event in his name. You had never expected to hold such importance in the Galaxy. After all, you were only a Shehzadi of a small and unimportant Pairi DaĂȘza. The spice deposit had truly changed everything.
Your servant women worked on your huge wedding dress. It was black, too, of course. Everything was black. But there was some meaning behind it, in fact, since the wedding was an occasion to mourn your maidenhood and your previous life. The veil covering your face was decorated and attached to the upper part of your bodice, so when your face would be revealed and the veil taken off, your dress would stop being so modest and show off your breasts squeezed by a corset. You didnât feel comfortable with that idea. Women on Pairi DaĂȘza were not known for revealing their physical virtues in such a way. But Harkonnen women were their husbandsâ prizes and trophies. You wanted to make The Baron proud because it would keep him happy. And keeping him happy meant the safety of you and your family. You didnât want to play many games. You just wanted to survive.
You actually wanted to give him a son. Because giving him a son would seal your fate as The Baroness. Your position would be untouchable and that awful Feyd-Rautha could throw tantrums about it but it would be your son who would inherit the title of The Baron.
You were allowed to see your parents before the ceremony because they were supposed to leave early in the morning on the next day and in the evening there would be no occasion to be left alone with them like you were now. Alone in a room with your mother and father whose faces looked worried and exhausted. Their clothes were different than you remembered. Less colourful as if they were grieving, too.
âAre you alright?â Your mother asked you. She approached you and tried to lift the veil off but it refused to move.
âIt is attached to the dress. I am fine,â you assured her. âDo not worry, my face is not bruised. You will see when he takes it off,â you nodded.
âIt is an honour for you to marry The Baron himself,â your father smiled at you gently. âA great honour that he has liked you.â
âDonât be ridiculous,â your mother scolded him. âIt is awful, awful news. You know what heâs like. Heâs destroyed our planet!â
âShe can handle that for all the power sheâs going to have now,â he shrugged his arms.
âHow easy it is to say for a man,â your mother sighed. âYou owe her your life.â
âI do and I am grateful,â your father nodded his head at you.
âAnd yet you demand more,â you whispered to him. He froze. âYou demand of me to keep The Baron happy so he doesnât get rid of you. But that is your part of the deal. You shall obey him and play nice as you promised. As long as you do that, there is no threat and my protection is not required.â
âIf you think this way, why are you here, all dressed up to get married?â He raised his eyebrow.
âFor mother,â you held her hands gently, âbecause you will not be able to protect her like me,â you added sternly.
Your father looked away, frustrated. He wanted to snap at you but he could not. Not when you were The Baronâs bride. You were no longer his daughter but almost another manâs wife. And the man was too powerful to disrespect.
The ownership of women. Once your fatherâs, then your husbandâs. Freedom would come only in the case of a manâs death. And yet, men wondered why so many women were so angry and bloodthirsty.
âTimeâs up,â one of the guards entered the room harshly. âShehzadi (Y/N) is asked to attend the ceremony,â he announced and nodded at you. You nodded back and squeezed your motherâs hands for the last time before following the guard into the dark and cold corridor of the fortress, trying to keep your veiled head high.
Out of the people gathered for the ceremony, one pair of eyes was locked on you the most intensely. The dark eyes of Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen were observing your every move, every gesture, every breath and every word. You felt suffocated by his gaze. It was full of fire like the first time he had seen you but also full of hatred and contempt. You couldnât tell if he wanted to claim you or kill you. Perhaps both answers were true. You wouldnât be surprised after hearing all the stories about him.
You feared him the most out of all The Harkonnens. Beast Rabban was the devil you knew and you were his weakness because you were the prize he had conquered himself. The Baron was terrifying and dangerous but he was rather calm and he treated you like a pet so as long as you were quiet and obedient, he did not take pleasure in tormenting you. Feyd-Rautha was different. He was psychotic and your wedding to his uncle was making him lose the greatest deal â his inheritance.
The worst part of the wedding ceremony was the kiss. Not that The Baron had been particularly passionate about it but something about his lips touching yours â even though briefly â was making your insides twist. Perhaps being married to him wouldnât be as easy to survive as you had been hoping.
When The Wedding Games had begun, Feyd-Rautha joined them eagerly with all the fierceness a warrior could possess. It was an old and dreadful tradition full of blood and violence, a display of power and murderous Harkonnen nature. The men, usually gladiators, were fighting for life and death. Only one could remain and become the winner who would be forever remembered. When his nephew joined the fight, your new husband didnât look very pleased and he followed every movement of his boy carefully, keeping his eye on the guard, too. He was scared of losing his heir after all.
You watched Feyd-Rautha fight as well. His moves were swift and confident. It was bringing him joy to both hurt and be hurt. He was playful in combat â smirking, winking, occasionally looking back to make sure you were watching. And whenever he was the one to take the blow, he would let out a laugh and hiss in pleasure. He was an odd, scary creature because he had no fear of any sort of pain. Not even death most likely.
Eventually, he killed the last opponent right in front of your eyes, wanting for you to flinch, you suspected. You did not give him such satisfaction. All the years of the war on your planet had made you immune to the sight of such violence and death.
He let out a triumphant yell and raised the bloody knife before bowing down and reaching his hands out with the blade towards you. You stood up and accepted his offering as you had been taught by your servants the past few weeks during your preparations.
âThy display of power and bravery has been noticed, Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen,â you told him the words you had learnt by heart.
âFor my Baroness I will shed the blood of my enemies,â he looked up intensely at you and you swallowed thickly. You hated when he was staring like this. You only nodded and turned around to hand the bloody blade to one of the guards who would secure it. The blade would later be on display in the Memory Room.
You sat back down and forced a small meal upon yourself. In the meantime, your husband had already left the party. Not that you minded.
Feyd and Rabban were sitting nearby. Both were staring at you but the older one actually looked as if he was sorry for you. He hadnât spoken a word to you ever since his uncle had decided to be the one to marry you. It was nearly funny how back on Pairi DaĂȘza everyone feared the Beast Rabban but here on Giedi Prime he was the least important pawn of the game.
Around midnight, one of The Baronâs servants leaned in to whisper into your ear to inform you that your husband had been waiting for you in his chambers. You swallowed thickly and nodded your head before standing up and leaving the dining room as fast as possible.
In the dark corridor you slowed down, though, not wanting to walk too fast and approach the dreaded room too soon. The guards were not following you but you knew the way, you had been taught it by your servants even though your chambers were in a different part of the fortress. Now, as The Baroness, you would get the new ones â even more splendid and luxurious. But you had been told you would not share them with your husband which was a great comfort.
Halfway there you heard footsteps behind you and you angered. Whatever humiliation was there to come, you did not want any witnesses. The corridor was dark and empty and yet some guard decided to follow you. You turned around furiously, ready to scold him. But it was no guard. It was Feyd-Rautha.
He leaned on the wall with a smirk and squinted his eyes at you.
âWhat do you want?â You asked him and clenched your jaw.
âLike a sheep for slaughter,â he snorted at you.
âThat is none of your business, I believe,â you straightened yourself and raised your chin up.
He didnât like your remark as he moved away from the wall and approached you quickly. In no time you felt his face looming over yours, mere inches away.
âI know what heâs going to do to you,â he whispered as you tried to remain cool but his words made you terrified. There was an odd sparkle in his eye, like he was enjoying your torment. He probably was.
âFuck me?â You tried to pretend it didnât bother you.
âWell, well, well, look at how dirty your mouth can be, Shehzadi,â Feyd-Rautha grabbed your cheeks to squeeze them and your eyes widened at his insolence.
âTo you, Iâm The Baroness,â you mumbled out.
âSure you are, little snake. How else should I call you? An aunt?â He teased. âI shall,â he added. âNo, heâs not going to fuck you. But heâs going to touch you and this reeking, slimy feeling wonât ever leave your skin. You will feel him always,â he moved even closer to you. You wondered how he could know such things. Then you felt how hard he was underneath his leather pants. You were scared he would hurt you now, which would make your husband furious and toss you aside, surely.Â
âSounds like youâd like to watch,â you drawled, regretting it instantly. He took a sharp breath in and pushed you against the wall, still holding your cheeks but now you were trapped between his body and the cold marble.
âDonât be disgusting,â he warned you. It was surprising there were things he was finding gross. He didnât look like the type. âYouâve no idea whatâs waiting for you, aunt,â he hissed.
âAw, youâre worried?â You cooed and he let go of your cheeks angrily. He remained close to you, though. You felt his hot breath on your face. He smelled like blood and leather.
Feydâs hands dropped to your waist. Before you could stop him, he was pulling up all the layers of your dress, desperately trying to get the access between your legs. You grabbed his wrists, trying to stop him quietly.
âNo, no, no, please, no,â you whispered in a panic. âPlease, donât hurt me.â
âIâm not going to hurt you, aunt. Heâs going to do it,â Feyd snorted at your words and froze when all the layers of your dress that had been on the way were finally moved aside. A cold shiver went down your legs at the feeling of your exposed thighs. Feyd cupped your womanhood covered with black silky underwear. You gasped at the feeling as your eyes widened when you looked at his face. His lips curled into a smirk as you shook your head.
âRelax, Baroness, Iâll ease you for him,â he told you as his fingers hooked on the edge of your underwear. You felt his cold fingertips brushing your pussy softly and a set of shivers went down your spine at that sensation.
You didnât know how to feel about it. Your heart was pounding in your chest and you were getting dizzy. Your mind wanted him to stop but your body did not. Despite the lack of experience, you knew that The Baron would not make you feel the same way as his young nephew would.
âI wonât fuck you,â he let out a raspy whisper, âhe would kill us both for that.â
âHe wouldnât know,â you told him and Feyd tilted his head at you. âIâve been examined by the medic this morning to prove my innocence. I doubt he will examine me now again.â
âBelieve me, he would know,â Feyd let out a laugh as he moved your underwear aside and exposed your womanhood. It was too dark for you to feel ashamed of it but it still felt incredibly wrong. Yet, you didnât ask him to stop. Not that it would change anything.
He raised his hand up to his full lips and licked them while staring deep into your widened eyes. Then he put his hand between your legs again and began to touch you in your most intimate place. You sighed at the feeling of his wet and cold fingers trying to get between your folds.
âOpen your legs further,â he ordered and your body obeyed by moving the legs more apart before your mind could take over and make a responsible decision to run away. Not that you could run away because with his free hand he grabbed one of your wrists and pinned it to the wall above your head.
Once he got a better access to your pussy, Feyd focused on massaging your sweet spot that made your eyes roll to the back of your head, occasionally dipping his finger carefully inside of you to gather some of your wetness. You moaned softly and dug your fingernails into his bicep, feeling a close release. He was smirking at how fast he could make you reach your high but you didnât care. You hated him but his fingers were skilled, making you stand on your toes as the muscles of your abdomen tensed, desperately wanting more friction.
âIâm gonnaâŠâ You gasped and that was when he took his hand away, fixed your underwear and took a step back, letting the folds of your dress fall down to their place. It took you a moment to collect yourself and realise that he had left you without a release but with a deep and urgent need. âWhat was that?â You asked.
âNow it wonât hurt when my uncle does the same to you, aunt. Maybe youâll even cum with his fingers inside you as you remember my fingers on your cunt,â Feyd chuckled contemptuously and licked his fingers clean as you watched with terror in your eyes. âSweet. Like Iâve imagined a cunt from Paradise to be,â he commented and turned around to walk back to the party, leaving you breathless and dizzy with an ache between your legs.
For a while you forgot where to go. You kept taking wrong turns before finally approaching the doors leading to The Baronâs chambers. At your state you werenât even scared anymore. Feyd-Rautha had eased your mind indeed and reduced your body functions to one primal need.
You pushed the door open softly and entered your husbandâs chambers. They were nearly empty and very cold. In the middle of it, there was a big bathtub full of a black substance. He was bathing in it and puffing on his pipe as he squinted his eyes at you.
âWhat took you so long, Baroness?â He asked and you cleared your throat, trying not to sound too shook up. The sight of him in that bathtub made your desire much lesser, though. Even the memory of Feyd-Rauthaâs cold fingertips brushing your clit lightly and teasing you with pleasure could not make you feel the same excitement again.
âIâm sorry. I got lost,â you answered, which had been only half a lie.
âDonât worry, Baroness, you will soon remember the way,â he wasnât angry and he beckoned you over with a move of his wrist.
You approached him obediently although your limbs were getting numb. You were left completely alone with him and you had no idea what he would want now from you. As your husband he could demand anything and youâd have to follow.
âUndress yourself,â his voice was softer than when he would address his nephews but it was still an order as he watched carefully with squinted eyes.
You nodded shyly at his words and began to clumsily take your gown off. It was a complicated piece of fashion and you did not have any servants to assist you. However, your husband was not rushing you, he simply watched and he was visibly content.
When you were naked, you covered yourself with your hands as you stood in front of him. He looked up from his bathtub and puffed on his pipe with a smirk.
ïżœïżœïżœNo, no, donât hide,â he shook his head. âCome, join me,â he invited you in and you swallowed thickly at the black slime he had been bathing in. You doubted it was harmful but you didnât want to sit in the same substance as him. âJoin me,â he repeated, more sternly this time and you bit on your lower lip as you nodded and entered the bathtub.
Your body was shaking but the odd liquid was nicely warm and relaxing. The feeling of it helped you ease a bit. You sat as far away as possible from him.
âCome closer, Baroness. You see, Iâm old now and not of the best health. I sadly cannot perform my marital duties and satisfy you like a husband would,â he pretended to feel sorry for you. âBut I want to play with you a little and admire my new wife,â he reached out his hand and you took a deep breath in before holding it and letting him pull you closer. âDo you know why I took you for myself?â He whispered and you shook your head. âBecause he wanted you so much.â
When you left The Baronâs chambers, there were two scared female servants waiting already behind the doors. At the sight of you leaving in a hurry, they entered â most likely to finish what you had started. You hurried to the rooms that were supposed to be yours now. They were empty since your own servants would come in the morning.
You had been barely dressed because you wanted to leave his room as fast as possible. This time taking your dress off took you a few seconds and you jumped into the bathtub in the bathroom and filled it with warm water. With a sponge laying on the counter you started to scrub your body harshly, causing the skin to bleed in a few places. You wanted to get the black slime off of you and â most importantly â your husbandâs touch.
Feyd had been right. What his uncle had done to you was not the worst â he had been touching and teasing, sniffing your scent and caressing your skin as he had whispered about the beauty of youth and innocence. But the fact that it had been him doing so, it made it the most disgusting thing you had ever experienced. You gagged at the very memory of it and now, after your wedding night, you no longer felt comfortable with the idea of being bred with his son even if it would be an artificial conception.
You started to sob uncontrollably. You hated The Harkonnens. They had destroyed your planet and your childhood. Now they destroyed your innocence and womanhood. You would never get free of them.
But death was not an option. It would be an easy way out. You had to be strong.
The medicâs procedure had truly been quick and painless but you felt disgusting leaving the medical wing of the fortress knowing that The Baronâs seed might be already growing in you. To make it worse, on your way back to your chambers, you spotted Feyd-Rautha coming back from the training yards. He smirked at the sight of you as you froze, still remembering the last nightâs blasphemous act of intimacy that he had performed.
âAunt,â he greeted you with a nod of his head.
âNephew,â you answered in a similar manner as you looked him up and down.
Sweaty from the combat and still wielding a blade, he looked incredibly magnetic at that moment. His youthful and fearless energy was unfortunately drawing you in. The way he was staring at you made you remember how good his fingers had felt on your pussy and it brought the heat up to your cheeks. You wished he would stay away from you because his very presence was a torment.
âHow was it?â He leaned in when he spoke to you, his eyes carefully watching your figure. You did not give him an answer. âDid you cum?â
âYouâre an insolent brat, Feyd-Rautha,â you told him sternly and he straightened himself. You spoiled his fun by not being scared nor disgusted. âI want you to stay away from me since I might already be carrying your uncleâs true heir,â you added.
The playfulness of his eyes turned into anger very quickly. He pointed at your abdomen with his blade and you flinched. The guards standing a few steps behind you, hurried to your side immediately.
âYou will soon realise, aunt,â Feyd drawled, âthat he is your enemy â not me. He will destroy you like he destroys everything he ever lays his hands on.â
âLike he destroyed you?â You raised your eyebrow curiously and he lowered the blade. His jaw clenched but there was a shadow of hurt in his eyes at that moment, which surprised you. You didnât expect a man like him to ever feel hurt.
Feyd-Rautha did not reply to that. He walked away without a word, followed by your guardsâ eyes.
âAre you alright, my Lady?â One of them asked you and you nodded. âShall we tell The Baron about the incident?â
âYes,â you nodded. âHis nephewâs antics must be tempered.â
Six months had passed since your wedding day and you still were not carrying The Baronâs heir. Your husband was growing impatient and the only thing stopping him from getting angry at you was the medicâs declaration that it had not been your fault but the seedâs quality was weak due to your husbandâs age and condition. Even enhanced artificially with the Harkonnen science, it could not settle well in your womb. At this point you were so drugged with their injections to the point that you wouldnât be surprised if a simple touch of any other man than your husband would put a son in you. How ironic.
You had no idea what The Baron had done to Feyd-Rautha but after the corridorâs incident the young man had been avoiding you. He had been watching you carefully from afar with eyes full of hatred like an ominous shadow following you behind wherever you would go. But he would not approach you nor talk to you unless he had to in an official situation. He would always address you with respect as The Baroness or Aunt. You had noticed that it brought him a twisted pleasure to call you by that name.
Your husband hadnât been spending much more time with you either. He would be next to you during the official events and he would ask you to join him in his chambers about once or twice a week but other than that you had been spending your days alone with nobody but your female servants and male guards, occasionally with the medic. It was a lonely life but at least you werenât exposed too much to the dreadful Harkonnens⊠except for the nights you were expected to perform some sort of marital duties.
No amount of time had made you used to The Baronâs touch. You would flinch every time he caressed your body or admired it while whispering the filthiest things. But after the first month your body had developed a defence mechanism of dissociation during those acts.
Technically speaking, though, after six months of being The Baroness Harkonnen, you remained a virgin. The marriage had not been consummated properly so The Baron could divorce you without consequences any day. Giving him a son was the only thing that would legitimise your union. And as much as you dreaded his spawn growing inside of you, you wanted to secure your position. The frustration of not getting pregnant had brought you to tears many times before.
It did now as well. An hour after finding out that the last weekâs procedure had failed and the seed had not settled in your womb. The medic had been both sorry for you and himself because he had known that The Baronâs rage would mostly be aimed at him for not doing enough. Soon, though, you were sure, it would reach you as well.
Your chambers were being cleaned at the moment and you wanted to be alone so you wandered to a different part of the fortress and hid in one of the empty study rooms. You kicked your shoes off and sat on a black leather armchair by the wall as you sobbed into your hands, curling up with your feet up on the seat. You felt so small and unimportant at that moment; you missed home and you missed your motherâs embrace. You missed any sort of affection.
Focused on self-pity you did not hear the doors opening. You only startled at the sound of them closing loudly and you froze at the sight of Feyd-Rautha who had just entered the study room. At first, he stiffened seeing you as well.
âWhat are you doing here, aunt?â He asked, carefully.
âIt is none of your business, go away,â you ordered, trying for your voice not to break and reveal your crying state.
âYou cannot command that,â he snorted at you.
âI am your Baroness. I can and I will,â you sniffled your tears back and you hugged yourself tighter as if you wanted to protect yourself from him.
Feyd ignored your words, though. He approached you confidently and smirked after realising what you had been doing.
âYes, feast on the sight of me crying,â you snapped. âWhat a pleasure it must be for you. Let me please you further, dear nephew. I am still not expecting an heir that would take your place. Happy now?â Your voice trembled.
âLook at you, youâre glowing,â he crouched down to be on your level as he whispered in an oddly seductive way. You furrowed your brows at his words and he reached his hand out to brush your cheek stained with tears. âTheyâve injected so many hormones into you, Baroness, youâre practically begging to be fucked. Youâve no idea what the smell of you does to men around youâŠâ He brought his finger to his mouth and licked the tip softly. âThe taste⊠Even your tears are an aphrodisiac,â he looked up at you and you swallowed thickly. It was making you uncomfortable but for the first time in a long time you felt seen. âWhat a torment it must be. Do you touch yourself, aunt?â He asked and the insolent question snapped you back to reality.
âIâve no idea how he punishes you but youâre asking to be punished again,â you warned him.
âI can show you how he punishes me,â Feyd did not wait for your answer as he took his black shirt off, revealing his pale and strong chest. His hard muscles were simply beautiful, you had to admit it. But when he turned around to show you his back, he revealed dozens of thin scars scattered all over. Some were white and bumpy, visibly old. But some were more fresh and still reddened. You hissed at the sight and he turned his head around to look at your face.
âIâm sorry, I did not knowâŠâ You admitted and reached your hand out to touch some of them gently. You let your finger follow the lines and he smirked.
âDonât be sorry, aunt. I enjoy the whipping,â he grabbed your wrist and turned his body in your direction again.
âIt is hard to believe, Feyd-Rautha,â you admitted. âI thought his punishment was based on threats.â
âHis methods are more sophisticated,â Feyd sneered. âNow, Iâve revealed myself to you, Baroness. Will you reveal yourself to me?â He asked and you furrowed your brow. âDo you touch yourself?â He repeated the question that caused your cheeks to heat up.
âSometimes,â you answered. âI start but I never finish because somewhere in the middle I get haunted by the visions of his hands touching me and they make me sick,â you whispered your secret.
âPoor aunt, you must be so tense,â Feyd cooed to you and let go of your wrist. âSo ready and eager to welcome a child in her womb and yet so unsatisfied.â
You hated to admit that he was right. The amount of hormones that had been injected made your breasts and womanhood sensitive, a single brush of your servantâs hand during the bathtime was enough to fill you with desire. Most of the time you were walking around with an itch deep between your legs, a heavy burden that could not be removed by any means.
Now, Feyd-Rautha being so close to you and talking to you in such a manner was not helping. In fact, it was making your condition worse.
âWhat do you care?â You asked. âI thought you donât want me to carry him a son. If he tossed me aside or even killed me, it would be your victory,â you pointed out.
âMy greatest victory would be humiliating him by putting my son in your womb,â Feyd watched your reaction carefully but you didnât even flinch at the sound of that.
He was young and so full of life. You were sure heâd succeed during the first try. It would secure your position and keep The Baron Happy.
âWhat if he finds out? Heâd kill us both,â you bit on your lower lip.
âAnd you think I would allow that?â He snorted at you, revealing his black teeth. You were so shook up that in this state you even found them attractive. The fact they were so black, so different, so extraordinary, symbolising his brutality. You wanted to kiss him. You wanted his toxic saliva to poison your innocence. You wanted to be trapped under him as he ravages you.
He had to notice the shift of your gaze, the way you face changed its expression. He smirked triumphantly, already knowing that you craved him.
âThe medic⊠He will see I was deflowered,â your last hesitation made you speak up your concerns.
âThe medic?â Feyd-Rautha chuckled contemptuously. âThe same one who is working for me? The same one who is making sure that my uncleâs seed is not succeeding?â
âWh-what?â You choked out but he only smirked as he shushed you.
âDonât forget you were supposed to be mine, little snake. I do not give up easily,â he admitted and with one rapid movement of his strong hands he pushed your legs apart as your thin silky dress pulled up, revealing you to him. âLetâs give you a quick release before I properly breed you. You must be in such pain and torment,â he cooed.
Your eyes widened at his actions but you did not protest. Your limbs were getting numb out of the overwhelming desire and feeling his breath on your pussy was nearly enough to make you cum on spot.
Feyd dropped to his knees and leaned in even closer, biting the soft flesh of your thighs gently with his black teeth and leaving trails of saliva. You felt your womanhood pulsating, begging for his attention. He had to notice the twitching muscles underneath your underwear as well as he chuckled and took it off of you greedily. He froze for a moment with his eyes fixed on his prize and he slowly licked his lips.
âSo swollen and eager. The smell is enough to put only one thought in my head,â he admitted. âMake you swell with my seed. Come here,â he crooned in his coarse voice that sent shivers down your spine as he grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to the edge of the armchairâs seat. He threw your feet over his muscular shoulders and opened his mouth to stick out his long and slim tongue to show it off for you as you took a deep and shaky breath in.
Feyd leaned in and buried his face between your wet folds that had been anticipating any sort of release for weeks now. You gasped loudly at the sensation of the tip of his tongue tickling your sensitive sweet spot. His mouth was so skilled that he did not require the assistance of his hands as he placed them flat on your thighs to keep steady. He would gather your wetness with his tongue and then dip it all inside of you, making your back arch and hips rise slightly for more friction. There were times when his whole face was buried deep into you but he did not even flinch from the lack of air as he was devouring you, licking you completely clean like a starving dog and then focusing again on your swollen clit. Whenever he teased it, you were sure youâd cum now but then he would move his tongue away over and over, keeping you on the edge.
Your gasps and soft moans filled the room. You were trying to hold yourself back a little, ashamed of being so displayed for him but on the other hand it was him kneeling down to lick your pussy like a servant. It was you who was in control and the thought of that alone was enough to turn you on even more.
Your hands had been squeezing the armchairâs leather fabric but you dared to place them on the back of Feydâs bald head and he did not protest. In fact, he moaned at the feeling as a pleasurable vibration went down your body. Your toes curled when you pushed his face even deeper and you felt the pressure of his nose on your clit when he was fucking you with his long tongue.
The overwhelming desire stripped you out of shame as you began to move his head up and down, rubbing your pussy all over his face while your moans grew higher and louder. Fuck it, you thought, you deserved it. After months of such a sad and awful marriage, being The Baronâs trophy wife, unsatisfied and yet violated by his repulsing touch, you deserved to cum on his handsome nephewâs face. It was the least Feyd-Rautha could do to make it up for you.
With a loud moan, shaky breath and trembling legs you finally reached your peak. Although the movements of your hips came to a halt and your hands stopped pushing his face, he was relentlessly sucking on your clit throughout your high, until you begged him to stop and he hesitantly let go of your glistening pussy with your sticky juices vulgarly dripping down his chin as you looked down at him with hazy eyes.
âI could feast on you for days, Baroness, youâre as sweet as a ripe fruit from your homeworld,â Feyd did not bother with wiping his face. He took your limp feet and calves from his shoulders and threw them back on the floor before placing one last kiss upon your wet mound as your pussy twitched uncontrollably in an aftershock.
You didnât know what to say. You could see the hunger in him, he expected more and you wanted it, too. You wanted to feel his cock inside of you, you wanted him to fuck you like The Baron could never do.
âClaim me, Feyd-Rautha,â you ordered in a weak voice. âI want to remember with satisfaction each time he asks for me that it is you who have claimed me and fucked me. Put your son in me and smile every time you see me walking swollen with your seed as you know that it is yours and not his. If youâre a good boy now, I might reward you and let you feast on my fruit every night in my chambers,â you promised, like it would bring him more pleasure than you, which was not true at all. You craved it as much as him, if not more.
Your words elicited even greater hunger inside of him as he grabbed you by your ankles and pulled you down on the cold marble floor. The coolness of the stone brought some relief to your feverish body, your dress was still pulled up and you watched Feyd positioning himself above you as you bit on your lower lip and realised he would truly claim you now, on the floor of an empty room in secret. There was something barbaric about it and the fact you were an innocent lady from a planet known as Paradise who would be taken by such a brute warrior was making you go dizzy. You didnât even fear the pain that would come with it because you wanted it â you wanted him to stretch you out and fill you.
When such thoughts were invading your mind and exciting you all over again, Feyd got his cock out of his leather pants and stroked it at the sight of you waiting for him with your legs open. With his free hand he gathered the wetness of your pussy and coated his length with it before hovering over you with his face inches away from yours.
âItâs going to hurt, my Lady,â he warned you with a smirk, there was absolutely no worry in his voice.
âI want you to hurt me,â you nodded and grabbed his biceps, ready to dig your nails in them as heâd slide inside.
Your spent and overstimulated pussy was relaxed enough to welcome him but the burning sensation made your back arch and your eyes roll, you were sure your fingernails made his shoulders bleed but you did not care. The pain was overwhelming and mixed with pleasure, you felt as full as you could and yet he still had more and more to give you, sliding it inside slowly, inch by inch, with a raspy moan and his forehead pressed to yours.
âYouâre so tight,â Feyd breathed out, âopen your eyes,â he commanded and your eyes fluttered open to stare into his cold and intense gaze. âI want you to look at me when I fill you up with my son,â he added and you nodded, still too overwhelmed to speak but already getting used to his size as if your pussy was made for his cock.
Once you nodded, he started rutting into you with all his force without any warning. You dug your fingernails even deeper into his flesh and moaned out of pleasure as the spasms of pain travelled through your body. His moves were fast and rough, relentless; nearly automatic like he was a machine and not a human. With each stroke he was hitting a spot inside of you that was making you gasp and writhe underneath him, leaving you a drooling and whimpering mess. Feyd used one of his hands to grab your cheeks and squeeze them gently to shut you up before joining his lips with yours in a sloppy and possessive kiss. You could taste yourself on him and you moaned at the taste â it was sweet indeed from all the hormones you had been injected with. It was no wonder he got addicted already, you would get, too. In fact, you explored his mouth with the tip of your tongue in order to clean it off of your juices completely, greedily licking them away from him as you were letting out muffled moans into his mouth.
His hips were brutal and his mouth was aggressive but you wanted nothing else but this. Hearing the stories about his sexual appetite you had been scared but now you wanted to laugh at your old self. It was nothing to fear, it was something to anticipate.
The fact that the act was forbidden, that he was your husbandâs young nephew and a rival of some sort, was making it even better. You were welcoming each of his rough thrusts with eagerness, hoping it would fill your already swollen womb. Your whole body was ready to take the seed and as much as you dreaded the idea of carrying your husbandâs son under your heart, you found the idea of carrying Feyd-Rauthaâs heir much more appealing. If he would be like his biological father, heâd be handsome and fearsome, psychotic and depraved. Youâd see your lover in him â not your husband â and it was giving you satisfaction.
Feydâs hands dropped to your breasts as he tore the fabric of your dress open to expose them for himself to squeeze and pull on your hard nipples. You broke the kiss and cupped his face to push it down to your neck where you needed his open-mouthed sloppy kisses and soft bites of his black teeth. He obeyed and then he moved his head even lower to give the same treatment to your breasts, occasionally accompanying your moans with his low grunts.
You could feel that your second peak was coming close and you wanted to make him finish, too, so you spoke up in a shaky, hazy voice.
âFill me up, give me a son,â you pleaded in a raspy whisper. âI want it so bad, I want to swell with your baby.â
Feyd moved his head up once again and joined your lips in another kiss â this time it was messy with teeth clashing and uncontrollable moans as the movement of his hips became less steady. In a few short spasmodic thrusts he spilled his thick black cum inside of your pussy. The feeling of his hard cock filling you deep inside straight into your womb was enough to bring you to your second peak as well.
Once he was definitely finished, he broke the kiss between you two and moved up to slide out of you and hide his cock back into his pants. You whined at the empty feeling and watched him put his shirt back on while breathing heavily, still laying on the floor, exposed with your dress torn up and your hair a mess. Feeling like a whore and absolutely loving it.
âYou will go to the medic tomorrow and tell him that he had to be mistaken and the seed had made its way inside of you,â he informed you oh-so-formally.
âYouâre so sure of your success?â You asked.
âI am,â he leaned in to look at you. âDonât worry, I shall still visit you at night whenever you invite me. Iâm a dog at your command now,â he admitted shamelessly and you sat up, resting on your elbows to take a better look at him.
That fearsome warrior was completely under your spell and all you had to do was to let him taste your pussy. You laughed at him. He had so many other women, yet it was you who made him this way. You knew why. It was because you were a war prize, because you were from Paradise and because you were an off-world Shehzadi. But most importantly he wanted you because you were his uncleâs Baroness. He craved you to spite him.
âAnd if I command you to never touch me nor speak to me again? I have already used you for my own gain,â you teased and raised one of your feet to caress his thigh with it.
Feyd angrily grabbed your ankle and looked into your eyes intensely.
âDonât think I will allow my child to be called his heir and watch myself being tossed aside as my son is remembered as Vladimir Harkonnenâs spawn,â he threatened.
You didnât answer that, unsure about the meaning of his words. He gave you one last angry gaze and pushed your foot away before walking out of the room as if nothing had just happened.
Of course the medic did not believe your words but he pretended that he had. He couldnât know that Feyd had told you about the fact that he was working for him so he just played along and informed the Baron that he had been mistaken and you were, in fact, finally pregnant with his son.
You had been hoping that once youâd be pregnant, your husband would leave you alone. But no, how wrong you had been. He was now keeping you around him nearly all the time as if you were a precious cargo. He invited many great leaders for official banquets and showed you off. He would sit you on his lap and keep his huge hand on your swollen abdomen proudly.
But you did not even mind that much â not when you knew that the child was not his. You would often catch Feyd-Rauthaâs gaze somewhere in the room and give him a mysterious smile as he would give you a smirk. It was your secret, your revenge on The Baron Harkonnen.
And late at night he would creep inside your room and please you however you wanted him to, only to disappear before the first rays of the black sun would hit you, as if he was only a dream or a ghost. You would recognise his smell now everywhere, though. The feeling of his touch differed so much from others. There was nothing but pure and raw desire bonding you two together and yet, when you watched him in the gladiator arena next to your husband, you feared for his life and you would startle at the sight of his opponents attacking him.
You knew that if something or someone threatened your life, Feyd-Rautha would protect you and he was more physically capable of it than his uncle. You needed him alive to keep you and your son safe.
You admired his body and his strength, the amount of his devotion to you and his little revenge plan. He was magnetic and you almost felt lucky to be chosen by him even though it was you having the upper hand in this relationship.
Some nights he was not coming to you, too busy with other things or perhaps too exhausted after the training. You didnât mind since your body needed a rest as well, especially now when you were six months pregnant already. That night was one of those lonely nights and you had problems with falling asleep, so when you were woken up abruptly in the early morning by your servants, you didnât hide your annoyance.
âWhat is it?â You snapped and rubbed your eyes.
âItâs⊠Itâs The Baron, my Lady,â the girlâs black Harkonnen eyes were widened out of fear.
âWhat about him?â You yawned and sat up, squinting your eyes at the sun creeping inside through the windows. Another servant was already opening the curtains.
âHe⊠He drowned last night, my Lady,â the girl informed you and you froze.
âWhat?â You asked, blinking slowly, not sure if it wasnât a dream. âWhat are you talking about? What do you mean drowned? My husband is dead?â
âYes, Baroness⊠He drowned in his bathtub. My condolences,â she bowed down. âYou are awaited by the lords for the council,â she informed you.
You were speechless as you allowed them to dress you up in a humble black dress of mourning. They did your hair up and put a light make up on your face to hide the dark bags underneath your eyes. Your mind was spinning with an endless train of thoughts.
One thing was certain â it had been no accident. It had to be Feyd-Rauthaâs doing.
And as much as you were relieved to hear about The Baronâs death since he would never touch nor hurt you ever again⊠you were scared of what would happen now. There was no way the lords would allow you to rule as the widow. You were an off-world woman who had been married to their Baron as a war prize. You were a pet, nothing more. You only hoped to convince them to let your son be an heir as they call someone else a regent in his name. You couldnât hope even for the regent title.
You were escorted to the council room by the guards and when you entered it, every man inside went silent. They bowed down and gave you their condolences but their eyes held no sympathy. Feyd-Rautha was not amongst them.
âThank you, my lords,â you took a seat at the end of the long, black table. âIt is a great tragedy but thankfully before his death, my husband has managed to produce an heir,â you brought up the topic immediately as the men looked at each other. âWhat is it?â You asked.
âThe boy is not even born yet, my Lady,â one of the lords spoke up and pointed at Rabban. âIf we announce Count Rabban the next Baron⊠or Feyd-Rautha as the late Baron wanted⊠Well, then they might produce their own heirs in the future. They are both young and capable.â
You got dizzy at those words and the reactions of other men. They seemed to hum in approval.
âSo, I am to be tossed aside?â You asked, angrily. âI am carrying your late Baronâs son and youâre tossing me aside? The child inside me is a rightful heir,â you protested.
âAnd what would you want?â A different lord asked without even addressing you properly. You realised you had already lost. âPerhaps you want to be The Baroness Regent? Over my dead body I will let a woman â let alone from Pairi DaĂȘza â to command me.â
âEnough!â The doors opened and Feyd-Rautha walked inside with his head held high and a playful smirk on his face. The way he confidently walked and scanned the room with his eyes was enough proof for you to know that it was him who had killed your husband. âThe child is not yet born, that is a fair point,â he looked at the lord who had addressed the matter, âtherefore at the time of my uncleâs death I was still the Na-Baron,â he added and you gasped softly. You couldnât believe that he betrayed you. You chewed on the inside of your cheek at the realisation how stupid you had been to think you were playing on the same side.
You had never discussed any details of his plan with him. But you were carrying his son and you hoped he would protect you and the child. Apparently, he only tormented you for his own fun. You wanted to cry. You had lost everything.
Then he looked at you and his face softened a little at the sight of your trembling lip and sad eyes.
âI will wed my uncleâs widow to be my Baroness as the old levirate law says,â he announced and you froze out of shock. Levirate was a law about brothers but you guessed an uncle with such an important title counted as that, too.
âRespecting that law is not expected from you, my Lord Baron,â one of the lords informed him. âYou can choose any other bride.â
âI can,â Feyd nodded and stood behind your chair as he rested his hand on your shoulder, âbut I will not. Iâm choosing Baroness (Y/N) Harkonnen to be my bride,â he announced as the lords looked at each other, as surprised as you were. Out of relief you reached your hand up to hold his and squeeze it in a grateful manner. âI also want to make it known,â Feyd raised his voice and everyone went silent as they looked at him, âthat the child she is carrying is mine and not my late uncleâs, therefore her son is my heir.â
Your heart started to pound in your chest. The eyes of the lords were staring at you with such intensity that you were afraid they would make a hole inside of you. You swallowed thickly, knowing perfectly well that you just had to admit to your sins now.
âI confirm,â you nodded and they began to whisper between each other. Feydâs hand squeezed yours.
âIf you do not believe me nor The Baroness, the medic might make a public announcement of the paternity test but I do hope you will not humiliate your Baroness like that,â Feyd told them and they all went silent again.
âN-no, my lord Baron,â one of the lords stood up and bowed down in your direction. âWe accept the child as yours and we will let others know.â
âI do not want this matter to be discussed nor questioned,â Feyd stated harshly.
âWith all respect, brother,â Rabban spoke up suddenly and you laid your eyes on him, curious about what he was going to say, âthe matter that has been discussed and questioned so far was our uncleâs fatherhood. The only thing we have found out today was the identity of the man our Baroness has laid with.â
âRabban,â Feyd barked at him.
âIt is quite alright,â you said. âI am rather relieved that I do not have to lie about it anymore as I am proud to carry Feyd-Rauthaâs son under my heart,â you smiled at the lords. Some of them rolled their eyes but they still nodded their heads at you.
âThen itâs settled,â Feyd announced. âGo back to your chambers as we settle the details about my uncleâs funeral and the rest of the upcoming ceremonies, my Lady,â he looked down at you and you nodded. He helped you to stand up and placed a kiss upon the palm of your hand before taking your seat by the table.
You were taken back to your chambers accompanied by the guard as you caressed your womb gently, very content with the outcome of that council.
The excitement made you less tired so you just ordered breakfast. Once you were finishing it, the doors to your bedroom opened and Feyd-Rautha entered your chamber. For the first time by daylight, without making it a secret. You stood up from the table and approached him with a smile before you threw your hands around his neck.
âMy darling,â you greeted him. âI have doubted you for a short while this morning, you know that?â
âHave I not told you that I would not allow my son to be remembered as his heir?â Feyd smiled at you and pulled you closer by your hips â as close as he could with your swollen womb between you two.
âBut the lords were right. You do not have to marry me. I can give you a son, he can be your heir. There is no need to wed me,â you pointed out.
âDonât you want it?â Feyd tilted his head.
âIâm asking do you want it,â you pointed out.
âI wanted to marry you a year ago when you came here, after I lifted up that veil. Why would I change my mind?â He put his hand on your abdomen and caressed it possessively. âYou were supposed to be mine. You would have been mine if he hadnât wanted to spite me.â
âWhy do you want me?â You asked. âAs a Baron you could have anyone. One of the Imperial Princesses even.â
âYouâve got what it takes, my Lady. Youâre stubborn and strong. Iâve claimed you, you are mine,â he insisted.
You cupped his face and caressed his cheeks with your fingertips. It was hard to believe that he was yours now. Your husband. You would no longer dread these words.
âI will be a good wife to you, Feyd-Rautha,â you promised, genuinely. You did not want any games nor conflict. âI want only one thing from you.â
âAnd what is it?â He squinted his eyes at you, curiously.
âSafety,â you pleaded. âOf me and my family.â
âYour family is now my family,â he nodded and you sighed with relief. âI want a few things from you, too,â he added and you bit on your lower lip.
âWhat is it?â You asked.
âYou will share your chambers with me,â he started and you nodded, âyou will give me more heirs,â he added and you smiled at that, âand you will never mention him again,â he finished sternly.
âNever mention who?â You asked softly and leaned in to place a gentle kiss upon his lips. âThere is only you and I.â
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my girls | max verstappen x fem! reader
summary; max being the absolute best girl dad to y/nâs daughter, even if she isnât his
fc; zara goedemans
warnings; ?
taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1
notes; requested ! girl dad girl dad girl dad
masterlist !
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maxverstappen1: little vacation with my favorite girls đ©·
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yourusername: maxxxxx, we đ uuuuuuu
maxverstappen1: i đ u both
yourusername: sure you enjoyed ameliaâs crying đ
maxverstappen1: it just gave me an excuse to hold her the whole flight đ
username: omg y/n is glowinggggđ„č
username: the lv neverfull, omg sheâs such a mom đ©
username: ameliaâs outfit đđđ
username: max has a daughter?
username: no, ameliaâs dad is someone else! y/n explained her ex wasnât the greatest & he left when she found out she was pregnant at 6 wks! she knew max from before so they got closer and started dating when she was abt 4 months :))
username: heâs not the step father, heâs the father that stepped up đŻđŻđŻđŻ
username: her wrist stack is so cute n dainty i love
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yourusername: #tbt to when my angel was still in my tummy đ„č i must admit, i miss her little kicksđđ
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maxverstappen1: glowing then & glowing nowđ
yourusername: max itâs because you wonât let me lift a finger, before & after having amelia đ©
maxverstappen1: you and amelia just gotta sit there n look pretty đ
username: the picture of max w his hands on her belly iâm sođđđ
username: the black dress is sođđ©
lilymhe: WOW HOT MAMA, hot then and hot nowđđđ©đ©
yourusername: lilssssđđ
username: her pregnancy glow>>>
username: the pink tracksuit is so iconic tbh
username: her pregnancy era was truly iconic âš
alexandrasaintmleux: youâre always gorgeous but the bump suited you so much !đ„°đ„°
yourusername: awh alexđ„č𫶠& tbh i miss my bump, she was a cutie đ
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[caption 1; tbt to when i was 7 months pregnant and max was binge watching youtube videos abt childbirth and how to take care of babies đ„žđ„ž] [caption 2; fast forward to now, heâs the best dad for baby lia đ]
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maxverstappen1 not you exposing me đ©
yourusername LMAO sorry babeđđ
yourusername was going through my old pictures and found itđ©
maxverstappen1 i was just trying to make sure iâll take care of amelia right !
yourusername and you do! youâre the best father itwđ€
maxverstappen1 i love her like sheâs mineđđ
yourusername max, just bc youâre not her biological father, you are her father. youâve been more of a father than my ex whom hasnât even tried to contact me since i told him đ
yourusername you ARE ameliaâs father, youâre the greatest father for her. i told you you were worrying for no reason about being a bad father because you truly are the best !!đ
yourusername amelia and i are so lucky to have youđđ
maxverstappen1 i was not expecting to cry right before fp1 wow
maxverstappen1 and i promise to be the best for you both, for my girlsâ€ïž
yourusername maxđ„čđ„čđ„č i love you
yourusername now go drive n be super fast
maxverstappen1 i love you tooâ€ïž and iâll be super fast for you and liađ„ž
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yourusername: one year with one of the most important men in our lives. thank you for being there when amelia and i needed you and thank you for being the father she needs. iâm grateful for you everyday. i love youđđ
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danielricciardo: YOU MADE HIM CRY ON THE PADDOCK LMAOOO
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yourusername: awwww maxieđđđ
maxverstappen1: youâre both huge blessings in my life, schat. i love you and amelia â€ïž
yourusername: i love youđ„č
username: IM CRYING
username: why am i crying over a couple who doesnât know me on this fine friday afternoon
username: him w amelia im gonna shed tears
username: the last picture đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
username: y/n looks so happy w him compared to her ex i love itđđ
lilymhe: happy anniversary u two⊠esp to u hot mawma đđđ
yourusername: đđđ
maxverstappen1: stop trying to steal my gf on our anniversary
alex_albon: iAGREE
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maxverstappen1: one year with the most special woman in my life and the most special girl. i will always be here to protect my girls. to a year and counting with the most beautiful woman! i love you, alwaysâ€ïž
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yourusername: ITS MY HORMONES đŁđŁ ( thank you baeđ )
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yourusername: maxieđ„čđ„čđ„č we love you sooo muchđ«¶đ«¶
maxverstappen1: i love my girlsâ€ïž
username: âMY GIRLSâ IM GONNA SOB
username: heâs actually the most perf dad
username: stoppp y/n looks so good im the kart picture, she rlly glows as a motherrr
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username: MY PARENTSSđ„čđ„čđ„č
username: theyâve only been dating for a year??? it feels like itâs been agesđ„șđ„ș
username: ikr! theyâve been friends for so long thatâs why it feels like itâs longerđ©
username: the picture of y/nâs bump n max holding herđđđđ
username: gosh i adore them
username: max rlly is the ultimate girl dad pls
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A one shot of Mechanic!Eddie x F!reader
Established relationship, Eddie loosing his mind and relentlessly fucking you NASTY into your shared bed all because of how turned on he was by seeing you bent over moving laundry to the dryer in a pair of jeans that hug your ass so nicelyđđ
stinkâŠ. donât do this to me
18+ â MINORS DNI
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Those devious, cheeky little shorts of yours will be the death of Eddie, honestly.
Everytime you wear them he ends up balls deep, mumbling promises to knock you up and start a family. He wouldnât be surprised if one of the few pregnancy scares youâve had were a product of those fucking shorts.
Heâs just getting home from work so heâs tired, but the second he sees you bent over the washer with your ass practically hanging out of your shorts, heâs pumped like a goddamn energizer bunny, so god knows how many rounds heâs fixing to pull out of you tonight (you both lost count at 5).
Heâs stepping up behind you with a hum as you toss the clothes in the dryer and shut the lid, pressing his body to yours and nuzzling his face into your neck. His hands coast over your hips and stomach, greedy fingers searching to palm at your tits over the flimsy tank top you have on.
âWhatâd I tell you about these goddamn shorts, hm?â He nips at your ear, squeezing at your skin when you lean away from him with a grin and a roll of your eyes.
âI didnât have any clean clothes left, okay?â
Eddie hums, pressing a kiss to your neck as he pushes your hips back against his growing bulge, âMm, and these just so happened to be the only clean pants?â
ââŠMaybe.â
Eddie huffs out a laugh, giving your ass a quick tap and causing you to yelp, âMaybe.â He mocks.
You roll your eyes, somehow slipping out from between him and the dryer and Eddie groans as you pick up the laundry basket, âIâm busy, Eddie. The laundry isnât gonna fold itself.â
As if Eddie believes youâre really that eager to fold laundry.
Heâs on you as soon as you dump the clothes onto your shared bed, pressing himself to you once again and ignoring the whine you give him. âIâll be quick, come on. You canât wear these and expect me to not hump you like a dog, are you serious?â
âSelf control, Eddie. Itâs a thing.â
âFuck off.â
Youâre giggling as he reaches forward and pushes the clean laundry out of the way before pressing you face first into the bed.
âAss up, come on.â He pats your hip, âYou wanted to wear these cute little shorts, now put them on display for me.â
Eddie watches as you arch your back out for him, softly swaying your hips in a taunting manner as he palms himself. Itâs like Eddie looses his mind, honestly.
He nearly ripped these same shorts one time, but he realized if he did then he wouldnât get the privilege of seeing you in them again and god is Eddie so glad he thought that through.
His palm comes down on your ass quick and hot, cock stirring in his jeans at the moan that slips from you. He gives your other cheek a slap, squeezing and pulling at the fat skin before he decides he canât wait any longer and he has to fuck you.
The shorts are off in record time, and Eddie thanks whatever shitty manufacturing company made those as he flings them to the ground. He makes even quicker work of unbuttoning his jeans, growling when you sway your hips and wriggle a hand down to your pussy, teasing yourself in preparation for whatâs to come.
Eddie doesnât even bother taking his jeans completely off, he lets them rest at his thighs as he wraps an adrenaline-shaking hand around his throbbing cock and shuffles forward. âMove your hand.â He sharply orders, placing a hand on your bare hip as he aligns his tip with your entrance. You oblige without question, hands sinking into the sheets to hold as Eddie sinks into you.
Youâre so fucking warm and hot and wet, and the moan you let out is sinful enough to make Eddie want to do the unthinkable.
âOh my god,â You gasp as Eddie presses in to the hilt. Youâre mumbling and babbling about how big Eddie is, your pretty cunt squeezing and fluttering around him as he settles. âYeah? This what you wanted, huh?â Eddie teases as he slowly drags his cock out before pressing in again, balls pressing snug to your clit as you squirm.
You pant, whimpering and failing to answer Eddie, so he leans forward, hips working up a toe curling pace as he talks into your ear, âBaby just wanted a good dicking down, huh?â He hotly whispers.
You whimper loudly, clenching around his cock as you desperately nod into the sheets. âYes, yes please.â You beg.
Eddie peppers kisses across your neck and shoulder, dragging his teeth across your soft skin as his hips relentlessly pound into you. âYou know you just had to ask, baby. Instead you wanna slut yourself outââ âF-fuck off.â You gasp, drunkenly grinning when you hear Eddie chuckle.
Eddie presses himself back up, calloused hands pressing into your hips to pin you to the mattress before he begins drilling into like itâs the last chance heâll ever fucking get.
Wet sloshing, skin slapping and needy moans fill out the air and Eddieâs practically bouncing you onto his cock with the help of the bouncy bed and youâre just speechlessâ grappling back at Eddie with shaky hands as Eddie fucks you into oblivion.
âGonna cum?â Eddie huffs. You answer with a loud moan and your warm walls clenching around Eddie, and he hums, âGive it to me, baby, come on. Want you on top after so I can see your pretty tits bounce in that lousy excuse of a shirt youâve got on.â
He strikes a hand down on your ass, watching as the skin ripples beneath his forceâ and suddenly, youâre cumming and tensing around Eddie so hard that Eddie almost struggles to fuck himself into you.
And Eddie didnât plan on cumming yet, he wanted to hold off for a while longer, but you feel so fucking good Eddie canât even think of holding back.
He cums with a loud groan, pressing his weight onto you as he spills himself deep inside of your pulsing cutâ and thereâs so much that it spills and drips down onto the laundry that Eddie failed to move out of the way.
âJesusâ fuck,â Eddie moans as he pulls out, still cumming in lazy spurts as he fists himself, painting your pretty folds. Youâre shaking beneath him, back and thighs quivering with pleasure, and Eddie curses at the sight. He barely lets you come down before palming your ass, cock twitching when you let out a drawn-out moan as he speaks, âFlip over, baby. Weâre not leaving this room for a while,â He drawls, âGotta knock you up, remember?â
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Hi En I had an idea which I canât get off my mind itâs eating me alive itâs making me pounce on my pillow and screech wildly. Hear me out- bully Getou with a who did this to you moment đźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđšđźâđš
oh my goddd âŒïž đ„” this sounds like such a good idea, especially with bully!geto đ
-> who did this to you? â geto suguru
summary: bully!sugu notices you were also becoming a target for others & kicks ass for you x (comments and reblogs are appreciated)
just because suguru thought he had free reign over you, so did another brat from his class. you were his junior after all and only satoru knew that he actually doted on you. suguru was getting restless for the day, he hasnât seen his pretty little babygirl today. sure, he loves the look when your eyes try to evade eye contact from his stern gaze. when he says you need to be put in place for looking so delectable. when he teasingly calls you a little whore for suguruâs attention.
you deflected him so many times but his persistence has led to your ignorance. though he canât find you anymore. his best friend satoru is quick though, âsheâs near the store room hallway.â he hums, shrugging. why were you there? were you trying to run from suguru? he scoffed, pouting a little and ushering towards the known location.
finally, what he saw made his heart clutch a little. itâs december, youâre shivering from cold because someone had drenched your white shirt, your red bra is visible from it instantly and you hug yourself. you want to cry but you know that wouldnât really help you. so you just sit there, shivering and spasming and knowing youâd catch a fever soon.
the echoes of his footsteps distract you instantly, you turned back, watching him and wanting to kill yourself. suguru would make such fun of you for being so miserable & looking so miserable. so weak and pathetic. âyou think i did this for your attention too? yeah i did it, now leave me alone.â you managed to croak with your chattering teeth.
he hums, cupping your face and blood boiling when he found you cold. âletâs get you a blanket first, then you will go to the infirmary and change it. youâll catch a cold and fall sick & we donât want that do we? we have our exams soon, little girl.â
you canât help but nod in affirmation, feeling a little taken cared of by him. though you think it was done by suguru⊠âyeah, donât act like you didnât ask your classmates to put ice cold water on me.â you were glossy eyed and felt pathetic. âyouâve let others joined in your-â
âwho did this?â suguru was stern, almost unrelenting with the way his brows furrowed and his jaw tightened. you wince at the demeanour change and looked up at him, pouting with your glossed eyes.
âstop pretending-â
âi asked you something little one. who did this?â he asked once more, a little tender. âwho did this to you?â
you parted your lips to finally mumble that you infact, donât know who these people were. you have seen them around satosugu and hence you know they are his classmates. suguru sighs, his rage knew no bounds. his pretty little girl only he could bully, was taken lightly because of his behavior. he hums, carrying you princess-style, as a statement that youâre not to be fucked with. the most popular guy in school was whipped and carrying you as if you were his prized possession. the school saw it, everyone saw it. you⊠saw it.
you had time to change and when you were done, satoru brought you hot chocolate, smiling and headpatting you. âyer going to be fine little girl. i know suguru wouldnât let anyone irritate ya! only us!â he grins, sitting beside you.
ânow, heâs gone to bring all the bastards and bootlickers around us, so you can recognize them and let us deal with it, easy? no?â satoru smiles, giving you some comfort as you nodded. âmm, yeahâŠâ
and suguru did bring them, the people who did this to you looked terrified, the same way you felt around suguru in the beginning. only suguru never really gave you any reason to⊠you thought heâd hit you for rejecting him but he never did. never raised a voice on you. but yes; loomed around you, commented on your body, your face, everything⊠suguru was a piece of shit with morals. yeah â thatâs how youâd label him.
you pointed at the guys who gave the mere explaination before getting their ass brutally whopped in front of you that they thought suguru did it, which gave them a free pass to. while their noses bled and they mumbled apologies from suguruâs kicks and sickly behavior of - âsorry, she canât hear you.â
you heard him mumble, âsheâs mine to toy with, you fuckers canât touch her or iâll rip your hands and legs out.â suguru geto was indeed, a piece of shit with morals.
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S. Geto â
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Chapter index | Part 1 | Part 2
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Synopsis : Sooo... his apartment. At six. Sex. No toys. Just you and him. Sound good?
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Warnings : 18+ content, smut, semi-public m*sturbation (at work), sexting, exchanging nudes, dirty talk, creampie, cunnilingus, toys, solo male m*sturbation, squirting, multiple orgasms, wet dreams, mentions threesome with Satoru, "sl*t"
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"Just like that... I'm so close."
Suguru moaned your name to himself and rolled his head back, pumping you full of his sensitive cock. He was so close to blowing inside your soft pussy.
But just before his wet dream got to the good part, he woke up. Grumbling awake, he felt sticky precum smeared on his inner thigh. So much had dribbled out his cock while dreaming of you. He nearly came in his sleep.
Hardly giving himself time to blink the sleepiness out of his eyes, he rolled over to grab his phone. Seeing your morning message made his lips curl into a smile.
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You: morningg đ„±
Suguru: morning pretty girl
Suguru: i woke up a bit too excited đđŠ
You: aw hope you dreamed of me
Suguru: i did [IMG]
You: needdd đ€€ the curve ahh
Suguru: bet you wish it was inside you huh đ€
You: yes pls
You: so excited for tonight. i can't think about anything but you
Suguru got butterflies.
His head got foggier, and his boner was still throbbing hot against his inner thigh. Your texts got spicier, so he lazily squeezed and jerked his cock through his pants while struggling to reply with one hand.
Suguru: i'll buy extra condoms just in case
You: oh... dw i'm on birth control
Suguru: oh? đ what are you suggesting...?
You: you can cum inside me đ€
Suguru let out a shuddery moan and accidentally came in his pants.
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Work was slow. The adult store was quiet for most of the day. Suguru lazed around and texted you.
Suguru: this one's also a best seller atm [IMG]
You: wow i wouldn't even suspect that to be a toy đ what is it?
Suguru: it's a suction pulsation toy. you put it on your clit.
You: oh? đ”âđ« hmm sounds fun but i'd prefer your tongue
Suguru: 2 more hours left of work đ„Č
You: đđ
Suguru: glad the store is quiet tho. i'm too horny to work.
You: me too. i keep squeezing my thighs together when i see your texts. you got me all sensitive and you're not even here lol
Suguru: aw you should have brought a toy with to help calm you down
You: yeah đ rlly tempted to just take a bathroom break
Suguru: you could just rub yourself under your desk đ
You: only if you guide me through it đ€
Suguru raised his brows and felt his cheeks warm up a little. He glanced around the store. Quiet. Not a single customer had entered for over an hour.
Suguru: stroke your middle finger up and down your pussy
Suguru: very gently make it almost ticklish
You: okay đ€
Suguru: cup and squeeze it too for me pretty girl
Suguru: how's it feel?
You: really goodd đ€€
Suguru: yeah i bet.
Suguru: rub circles on your clit nice and slow. just take your time.
You: okayy
You: this is rlly risky đ„ș
Suguru: but you're turned on aren't you?
You: yess
Suguru: slut đ€
Your clit got puffier and more sensitive as you started following Suguru's instructions over text. Every now and then you had to stop for fear of someone spotting you getting off under the desk.
Your chat with him got filled with spicier messages. Suguru kept turning you on more and more, making your clit buzz.
Work? What work? It was playtime.
Suguru: good girl. don't worry about anything just get those panties wet for me.
You: are you stroking yourself too đ„ș
Suguru: mhm. wanna see?
You: yes please
Suguru: [IMG] Suguru: all for you đ€
You: omg You: need you inside me so bad :(
Suguru: uh huh bet it sucks to clench around nothing
You: meanie
You: go faster with me please
He'd abandoned the checkout desk and went for a "bathroom break". Suguru stroked himself faster, imagining you touching yourself with him drove him wild. And the fact you were doing it under your desk while at work?
Suguru: i'm close đ€
You: me too please cum with me
Suguru: ok pretty girl. let's cum together.
His heart fluttered at your message, and he quickly felt his orgasm build up in his cock. Suguru threw his head back and bit his lip to hold in his moan while cumming a thick load.
Suguru: oops i made a mess brb
You: lol đ
Suguru: was it good?
You: really good đ€€ thank uuu
Suguru: mhm. see you later đ€
****
He was practically shaking from desire while making out with you against his apartment door; moaning into your mouth then sucking on your tongue, eagerly squeezing your hips with his veiny hands.
He was breathless, "Gâgood to see you." he said.
"Yâyeah. Good to see you too." you replied.
He had you pinned against his front door. Yup, immediately after having arrived at his doorstep and walking in, the two of you just lunged for each other like two pathetically horny people.
He felt delightfully dumbed by the sexual friction between you and him. His hard-on pressed flush against your body, you could feel him already leaking precum.
You kissed, he backed away playfully. You followed. Then he kept backing away to tease you.
"Are you luring me like a fish?" you chuckled.
"Yeah..."
He backed into his bedroom door and opened it swiftly.
Leaning down to kiss you, his hands cupped under your ass and felt it up while you slid your hands under his shirt.
"Take this off, please."
"Take it off yourself." he teased.
Suguru's tummy flipped when you took his shirt off. Your eyes caught on his pecs and he noticed, so he took your hand and placed it on them.
You were a little taken aback. A shyness showed on your expression as you felt how firm his body was.
"Don't be shy; touch wherever you like. Just feel my body."
"But I'm kinda..." you giggled shyly.
"Shy? It's okay, I'll fuck the shyness out of you soon enough." he said.
Yeah, you'll be too full of my dick to be able to think, let alone be shy.
****
While he rubbed his cockhead through your slit, his stomach tensed up in excitement.
Fuck, and there I was just telling her not to be shy... and now I'm so fucking nervous. What the hell... why does it feel like I'm losing my virginity all over again?
Suguru prepped you a bit more, he slid his fingers into your hole and stimulated your G-spot with ticklish circles.
Finally sinking his needy cock inside you felt like heaven. He slid in a few inches deep, and shuddered at the feeling of your shape, the ridge and texture, the little squeezes of your walls.
"Itâs not too big for you, right?" he asked caringly.
"Nâno."
Nah. She's gotta be lying. I can feel her cunt struggling to take me.
Yeah, you were lying â he was so thick that the stretch was all you could focus on. Your lips formed an erotic O shape, expression turning slutty even though he wasn't even bottomed out yet.
"You sure?" he smirked down at you, two veiny hands at either side of your hips, denting the bed with his weight.
Suguru inched inside until you gasped.
"Fuck! Oh that's â mmm! â big!"
Suguru groaned softly, feeling your ring of muscle constrict around him. He slid in and out slowly to get his cock soaked.
"I don't know if I can take it..." you moan.
His cock curved up into your G-spot and you let out a shuddery moan.
"Don't worry. I'll stretch you out." he purred before giving you a hard kiss. "Just hold onto my arms."
****
âFuck! Right there!â you screamed into the pillow.
Suguru softly grunted and focused his eyes on the sight of his cock moving in and out of your pussy. You fisted your hands into the messed up bedsheets.
When he felt his orgasm start to build up, he suddenly pulled out of you.
âNooo, put it back in!â you cried, kicking your feet.
âJust a second, baby.â he murmured sweetly.
He smirked down at you and planted a hard slap on your ass, causing you to jolt forward and groan.
Sliding back in made him momentarily close his eyes, because your walls hugged him so perfectly.
âMmm!â you kicked your feet around again when he started up his thrusting again.
Suguru wasnât merciless with how he fucked you into the mattress, but he really wanted to be. He was holding back so hard just to make sure you could enjoy yourself completely.
Sometimes heâd start pounding into you and then self-consciously eased off when he heard you whimpering.
âAre you okay?â he giggled into your ear.
âY-yes! Do that again, please.â
He flipped you onto your back and pushed your legs back, splitting them wide open for him.
****
Suguru fucked you into a quick orgasm and his own followed immediately after he felt your pussy milking his cock.
âOh my godâŠâ he giggled into the crook of your neck, âIâm so sorry. I thought Iâd last longer than thatâŠâ
You laughed with him. Suguru hovered over your back, his bangs dangling over his eye, and he kissed from your shoulder down middle of your back. His two hands roughly grabbed and pried apart your ass cheeks, thumbing into your creampied pussy. Some of his cum dribbled out.
You hummed and wiggled your ass for him.
Fuck. I think I just fell in love.
âDo you want to take a shower?â he asked softly.
âYes please. I feel so wet and sticky.â you laughed.
He smacked your ass again and slowly slid off the bed, scouring for your panties before his boxers. He helped you slide them back on.
****
While you went off to shower, Suguru dressed up and went into the thin kitchen.
He checked his phone.
đš 3 NEW
Satoru: stop ignoring me hoe
Satoru: ARE U GUYS STILL HAVING SEX OMG ITâS BEEN 3 HOURS???
Satoru: WTF KINDA STAMINA DOES SHE HAVE
Suguru: lol u sound lonely
Satoru: omg finally đż
Suguru: i think i wanna marry her đ
Satoru: WAHT WAS IT THAT GOOD????
Satoru: UR STILL MY BEST FRIEND RIGHT??
Suguru: yes
Satoru: is she down for a threesome???? đ
Suguru: wtf satoru đ
Satoru: JOKING đđ ask her tho
Suguru: i'm blocking you
Satoru: babyyy don't b like this!! sharing is caring!! đ
Suguru: đ
****
When you got out the shower and clothed yourself, you smelled something good cooking. Suguru wasnât in the bedroom anymore, so you went to the kitchen.
The tiny round table by the window was dressed up with a white cloth and a single candle in the center.
âWhatâs this, a dinner date or something?â you asked.
âYeah, well, I just I thought you might be, uh, hungryâŠâ he said shyly. â⊠after all that exercise, you know.â
You gave him a flirty look, then sat down to eat.
****
He was giggling hard. His cheeks were hot.
âSo, whatâs for dessert?â thatâs what you had asked to fluster him.
âWhat if I eat you out right here on the table?â he suggested, and you both went silent.
Suguru tilted his head at you and waited for your response.
Your response? Spreading your legs on the table for him, of course.
Suguru nuzzled his face deep between your thighs, dark hair tickling your skin.
He placed worshipping kisses on top of your pussy, then swiftly stripped your panties off. They dangled on your ankles while he nosed in your pussy, kissing and licking it like it was his dessert.
Of course, Suguru Geto was the type of boy to get hard from going down on a girl. His cock pulsed and twitched in his loose sweatpants.
You gasped when he sucked on your clit and nudged it with his tongue.
He looked up at you through his messy hair, sharp eyes observing your reactions to his skilled-tongue fucking. Your juices gushing down his chin drove him nuts.
âOh, shit thatâs good!â you cried, grabbing a fistful of hair and eliciting a moan from him that you felt vibrating on your clit.
He gasped for a breath, pulled away momentarily but then dove right back in as if he didn't need air as desperately as he needed pussy.
As soon as you started squirming around, Suguru hooked his arms around your body to keep you firmly in place.
His back muscles flexed while he ate you out. Yes, his knees hurt a bit from kneeling on the tiled kitchen floor for an hour, but it was worth it to get you squirting all over his pretty face.
Suguru withdrew from your pussy and wiped the streak of your juices off his cheek with a swipe of his thumb.
âThanks for dessert.â he murmured, âTasted really good.â
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id love to request spencer reid with a shy!readerđđ i love him sm and your work even more!! if this doesn't appeal to you thats all cool i hope you have a great day!!!
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Spencer peers over the top of his cubicle as you type up your report, the mug of coffee heâd brought you still full and no longer steaming. Heâs got a hypothesis.Â
On Tuesday, heâd brought you a coffee at your desk. It had gone over like most interactions with you; youâd gone a bit red in the face, thanked him profusely, and cradled the mug in your hands like it was the most precious thing in your possession. But when heâd left that night, Spencer had seen the mug sitting on your desk, still full to the brim with dark, cold coffee. Heâd brought you another today to see if those results would repeat. He feels a bit guilty for not just talking to you about it, but heâs got a theory and he knows youâd deny it if he asked. So instead, heâs sneaking furtive glances over the top of his cubicle, waiting until enough time has passed to call it.Â
âWhatâre you peeping at?âÂ
He swivels his chair and Morganâs leaning his hand on Spencerâs desk all suave-like. Spencer makes a face indicating he should be quiet, but you look up with a quiet âHm?â and thereâs nothing Morgan loves more than exposing him for his schemes.Â
âPretty boy here keeps looking over at your desk,â Morgan says. Spencer turns again, and your cheeks are already getting pinkish. Another thing Morgan loves: bringing attention to you, even though itâs your own personal circle of hell. âI just want to know why.âÂ
âIâm testing a theory,â Spencer admits.Â
Unabashed interest gleams in Morganâs eye. He quirks an eyebrow. âAnd whatâs that?âÂ
Spencer tries to convey some apology in his look, and by the wariness in your features you read it. âYou donât actually drink coffee, do you?âÂ
The response is clear even before you open your mouth. Your eyes drop to the full mug on your desk, shoulders hunching inward sheepishly and face taking on a fire engine-esque hue.Â
âI donât,â you say quietly. And if there wasnât already enough apology in your tone, you tack on a quick, âSorry.âÂ
âNo, donât be sorry,â he says quickly while Morgan looks between you two and the coffee curiously. âThatâs what I thought.âÂ
âHold up.â Morganâs eyebrows go up, and you shrink further. âI brought you coffee just the other day. Youâre telling me youâre not drinking it?âÂ
âNo,â you murmur. You look as though you fully expect to be shunned for your answer.Â
âThen why not say something?âÂ
Spencer thinks thatâs fairly obvious, but heâs not going to answer for you.Â
âI justâŠâ Youâve got your hands in your lap now, probably fiddling with something under your desk in that nervous way of yours. Spencer wishes youâd warm up to them. Youâre new and green and always so certain youâre doing something wrong, but he wishes he could pull your hands from beneath the desk and soothe themâsoothe youâuntil you were comfortable. âI didnât want you to think I didnât appreciate it.âÂ
He can see Morgan ready to dissent, so Spencer cuts in.Â
âDo you just not like coffee?â he asks, trying to stay as far from interrogative as he can for your benefit.
You do seem to relax a bit, pulling your stare from Morganâs eagerly. âI just canât do caffeine,â you admit. âIt makes me too jumpy.âÂ
Spencer canât really imagine you much more skittish than you already are on a daily basis, so he agrees thatâs for the best.Â
âI have seen you drink it, though.â Morganâs voice is bemused. âIn the break room. You had a cup just the other day.âÂ
âIt was decaf,â you tell him softly.Â
âWe have decaf?â
âHave you looked on the top shelf of the cabinet?â Spencer asks. âThereâs a surprising amount of variety. We have decaf, teas, hot chocolate mixâsometimes even apple cider mix.âÂ
You nod, starting to look less fidgety. Spencer likes to get you like this when he can. Itâs an ongoing project of his. Maybe itâs just that itâs easier to relax when the people around you are relaxed too, but thereâs something about setting you at ease in particular that makes his chest feel warm and full. That might be something else to look into. When he has time.Â
âYeah, yeah, the wonders of the top cabinet.â Morgan waves this off, as if heâs ever heard of it before (he hasnât, Spencer can tell). âAll Iâm hearing is that you let us bring you coffee for weeks just because you were worried weâd bite your head off if you said something.âÂ
You grimace, but thereâs a bit less tension in you now as you look up at Morgan, thoroughly chastened. âSorry,â you all but whisper.Â
âFine,â he rolls his eyes good-naturedly, âI forgive you. Decaf only from now on, got it.âÂ
âThanks,â you squeak as he turns around, sauntering back to his own desk. Your eyes find Spencer, meeting his for a fraction of a second before dropping to his chin. âSorry I didnât drink your coffee.âÂ
âItâs really fine,â he almost laughs, and the humor in his voice gives you the confidence to lift your eyes to his again. Heâs glad for it. âI donât care, I was just curious why you didnât like it. And for the record,â he leans closer to the short wall dividing your desks, speaking low, âif thereâs anything else like that, you can tell me. I wonât bite your head off the way he does.â He cuts a glance towards Morganâs desk. You push your lips together, tamping down a smile. Spencer grins too, partly to encourage you and partly because he wants to.Â
âThank you.â Your voice is quiet, a new teasing edge to it that he likes the sound of. âIâll let you know if anything comes up.âÂ
âGreat.â He reaches over, taking the mug from your desk. âIâm going to go pour this down the drain. Do you want me to grab you a decaf?â You canât seem to decide between thanks so much and really, you donât have to, so Spencer brings you one anyway.
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It's 2012 somewhere. Welcome.... to Night Vale Tumblr.
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Hi guys! I'm Intern Sarah! Excited to be joining you all!
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To the friends and family of Intern Sarah, she was a good intern and social media manager, and we are sorry to see her go. We will work to find a new intern as soon as possible.
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CALL OUT POST FOR CECIL PALMER
hes gotten away with shit for too long and im sick of it. tl;dr horrific intern mistreatment with no compensation, mountain denier, homophobic
keep reading
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L + ratio + god forbid women do anything + your music taste is trash
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Isn't Cecil literally gay?
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he's homophobic
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he has a husband...
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Carlos hasn't liked any of my woodcarving posts in THREE DAYS!! I'm so scared what if he's going to break up with me :((
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Cecil he's your husband he's not breaking up with you. also this isn't a private blog you just put private in the url
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HOW DID YOU SEE THIS
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tamika flynn spotted in ralph's dairy aisle "slaying" the milk
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fake story :/
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Hey guys!! Sorry for the lack of posts recently! I entered a hole in the wall and when I got out I realized I didn't know how long I'd been in there, or where I was, or who I am, and I'm not sure that I'm still the person who entered that hole however long ago. Anyway, the normal posting schedule will resume as soon as I remember what my normal posting schedule was, and if I'm still the person who had that posting schedule!
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Response to the homophobic allegations?
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Huh??
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@nvcr-official What does this mean? Is it new slang?
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uhhhh dont worry about it buddy
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hey guys im in quarantine for eating wheat and wheat byproducts uh...send asks?? i might be in here for a while lmaooo
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oh lights in the sky its been 5 years since i made this post
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i miss my family
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hey if anyone remembers anything about the person running this blog can you tell me? trying to recover the fragments of my identity from the void of memory lol
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i'm not calling it that sorry
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What??? Why??
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just kind of sucks. as a name
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another great post from huntokar herself
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Could I request reader squirting for the first time and being very embarrassed but the boys (141+Köing) just being like "Fuck that, do it again"
God seeing Price's smug grin and just going harder....
Mwahaha ask and you shall receiveđđ©·
141 + König Where Reader Squirts For The First Time
Warnings: pure. smut. Oral (f receiving), sex (p in v), spanking, swearing-
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Simon Ghost Riley-
"Fuck, sweetheart you feel so good." Simon cooed, as he drilled into you. He was beyond pussy drunk at this point, the only sounds his ears could hear were the soft moans he elicited from your lips.
You were in no better state. You were fucked out, full on panting and covered in sweat as your eyes continously rolled into the back of your head.
He continued his brutal assault on your pussy, his thick cock slamming in and out of your velvety walls. You were seeing stars at this point, your orgasm nearing rapidly.
Simon gave a low grunt as he felt your walls constrict around him, squeezing his cock just right. His brow was covered in sweat as he leaned down to take your earlobe between his teeth, his hot breath fanning in your ear. "This pussy was made for me."
His filthy words sent you over the edge, your toes curling and back arching as your orgasm tore through you, causing you to let out a silent scream. It was unlike any orgasm you've had before, and it took you a moment to regain your senses.
You looked up after a moment to find Simon staring down at you. His eyes had grown ten shades darker as a shit eating grin formed on his lips. You looked at his torso and saw that he was covered in your essence, the front of him being completely soaked by it.
Your hands flew to your cheeks as they began to flame in embarrament upon realizing what you'd just done. "I'm... I didn't mean to."
Simon, with his cock still buried inside you, gave a dark chuckle. He pulled your hands away from your face and gave the insides of your wrists a small peck. "Didn't know you could do that, sweetheart. I quite like this new discovery."
He leaned down and captured your lips in his before pulling away with a smirk. "Think you can give me another?"
John Price-
John's grip on your waist was bruising as he buried himself inside you from behind with each thrust. "Taking me so well, baby."
The sounds filling the room were obscene, between the slapping of skin, the squelching of your drenched cunt, and John's groans, it had your orgasm approaching faster than normal.
He flipped you over on your back, his cock still sheathed inside you, before continuing his relentless pace as he threw your legs over his shoulders.
Your body began to tighten as you felt the familiar heat of your orgasm beginning to race through you. Your legs tightened around John's neck, and his fingers flew to your clit and began to rub vigorously to coax you through your high.
As your head pushed back into the pillows behind you, you felt a wave of liquid pour from between your legs, covering John's lower half. You immediately shot up, chest still heaving from your orgasm, and turned tomato red at the sight before you.
John was drenched in your fluids as he slowly pulled out of you. His eyes went wide as he took in the sight.
"Oh, oh my god, John. I'm so sorry. Let me grab a rag." You murmered as you began to slide off the side of the bed before John caught you by your wrist.
"Did my baby just squirt?" He gave a smug grin as he leaned down to nip at your shoulder.
Your cheeks were aflame with embarrassment as you hid your face in your lover's chest. "I'm so sorry."
John pulled away, his now dark eyes looking down on you seriously. "Do. Not. Fucking. Apologize. For. That."
He rolled you back over, so you ass was facing him before landing a slap to one of your cheeks. He fisted his cock a few times before ramming it back in your drenched pussy. "Be a good pet and give daddy another, yeah?"
König-
König was going down on you like a man starved. You were beyond overstimulated, but he couldn't care less. He'd been between your legs for the better part of an hour, desperate to draw yet another orgasm out of you.
He had a firm grip on your thighs, preventing you from squirming in any way as his tongue ran along your folds tantalizingly slow. The noises he was making were obscene, and you fought desperately against his hold, your legs begging to squeeze shut around his head.
He began to press open mouth kisses to your core, gathering as much of your arousal as he could with each movement of his mouth. You gave a breathy moan, encouraging him to continue.
He gave a hearty chuckle into your heat, before flicking his tongue wildly at your clit. Your hands shot to his hair and tugged, his tongue continuing its assault on your puffy, overstimulated bundle of nerves.
You felt the coil in your belly snap, almost violenty, as your body shook underneath your lover's firm grip. Your legs squeezed around his head as your orgasm died down, before feeling an unusually soaked puddle forming beneath you.
You sat up slightly as you heard König let out a small whimper. "Maus."
The sight before you had you letting out an embarrassed squeal as you turned cherry red. Königs shirt was drenched, along with the sheets of the bed. You'd never squirted before, not once, and you didn't know how to react. "Kö. I'm... I didn't..."
"M-Maus. That was... You were so good." His eyes lit up as he licked his lips. "I need more of it."
You gave a soft cry as he buried his head back between your legs, his tongue eagerly cleaning up the mess you just made. Needless to say, he didn't let you leave until he had his fill again.
Johnny Soap MacTavish-
"That's it, just like that." Johnny encouraged, his hands gripping at your hips as you bounced on his cock.
You'd broken quite the sweat, your pace not relenting, as you laid your hands out on Johnny's chest to steady yourself.
Sex with Johnny always felt amazing, but there was something about it tonight that felt better than normal. His cock massaged the walls lining your pussy with every movement of your hips, his tip kissing your cervix each time you sat back down.
Your orgasm was nearing, and you were desperately chasing it as your nails dug into the flesh in Johnny's chest. Your walls clenched around him as you continued your movements, causing him to groan.
Johnny was desperate for you to cum with him, so he snaked his hand down the length of his abdomen, and stopped when he reached your heat, his fingers beginning to roll at your clit in a lazy motion.
The coil in your belly snapped as a wave of hot pleasure coarsed through you, and you felt a pool of wetness forming on Johnny's abdomen.
You caught your breath before looking down, your cheeks burning red at the mess you'd created. "Johnny, I'm so sorry."
Johnny's eyes were wide as he took in the sight before him. Did you just..?
"What on earth are you apologizing for. That was fucking hot." He gave you a cocky smirk. "Glad to know my cocks that good."
"Johnny! Stop, I'm so embarrassed." You swatted at your boyfriend before tearing your eyes away from him.
Johnny was quick to grab your chin and direct your gaze back to him. He gave you a smirk before throwing you onto the bed below him, not giving a damn about his soaked torso. He pressed an open mouthed kiss to your pussy, before ramming his cock back into you.
"Embarrassed? I should be the one who's embarrassed, given that I've not gotten you to do that til now. Fuck being embarrased, give me another one babe."
Kyle Gaz Garrick-
Kyle was taking his time with you tonight. He'd been apart from you for a few weeks and was aching to have you unravel in front of him before he got his own fix.
He was running his fingers along your soaked folds, rubbing at the sensitive flesh, before slipping his index and middle finger into your pussy.
He stroked your walls as he languidly pumped his fingers in and out of your core. He began to pick up the pace as your head flew back, smirking to himself at the noises he was eliciting from you.
He pressed his thumb to your clit, and began to circle with just enough pressure to have your legs shaking. "Kyle!"
Your hands flew to your face as your orgasm plowed through you, your whole body shaking violently. You peeked through your fingers as you felt something spraying on your legs and let out a small whimper as you realized what'd just happened.
Kyle nearly came in his pants at the sight. His jeans were now soaked with your essence, and he gave a dark chuckle at the embarrassment on your face. "Baby, show me your face. You have no reason to be embarrassed."
You slowly slid your fingers down your face, not daring to meet your boyfriend's eyes. "I... I've never done that before."
Kyle gave you a wolfish grin before standing up to rid himself of his clothes. "You have no idea how good that makes me feel. You were so good."
He grabbed your heels, pulling you to the edge of the bed before running his hardened cock along the wetness on your thighs.
"Do it again."
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A/N: this is trasshhhhhhhđđ€Łđ€Ł
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make you mine â jeon jungkook
You never suspected the evil would have taken the form of Jungkook, a hot guy from your college, but when he takes interest in you, you rapidly discover the secret he's hiding.
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pairing: incubus!jungkook x fem!reader
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genre: horror, smut, college au, jennifer's body au
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word count: 5.8k
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warnings: graphic description of gore (mention of blood & injuries), dub-con, jock!jk, implied inexperienced!reader, dom jk/sub reader, unprotected sex, praising, fingering, multiple orgasms, jk's kinda mean but hey he's evil so đ€·đ»ââïž.
a.n.: here she is guys đ it was both hard & fun to write lol but honestly the result is *chef's kiss*. read the warnings pls thank you!! im so scared of posting it đ„Č
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Jungkook thinks he never felt that much pain in his whole entire life. Itâs like his soul is screaming from the inside out, as if someone stabbed him in the stomach, tearing his guts apart.Â
Oh, but thatâs actually what happenedâŠ
How can he still be alive? He swears he was dead seconds ago, losing liters of blood through the cut in his stomach. But heâs very much conscious right now, getting out of the woods he was brutally murdered in. Well, is it still murder if he survived?Â
It doesnât really matter anymore anyway. All he can think about at this moment is how hungry he is. He would devour anything he can eat, and god, why does the person on the other side of the pavement look so⊠edible?Â
He feels the dried blood dripping from his mouth and his hands stained in the same red substance, holding his stomach where, surprisingly, he is no longer bleeding from.The pain is atrocious, but he needs to fucking eat, and he approaches the person faster.Â
The moment they notice him, their eyes grow bigger and they let out a strident scream, but Jungkook gives them no time to leave.
He doesnât know what in the hell possesses him to jump on that poor human, his teeth becoming sharper than they ever were, shredding their neck in pieces, their screams slowly dying down as he eats like a starved animal.
The fresh blood is coating the dried layer on his chin. He feels like an uncontrollable beast, and heâs literally acting like one right now. No one with a right mind would have ever done this⊠but itâs like he isnât a human.Â
He was revived from the dead, he canât possibly be human anymoreâŠÂ
He has an idea as to why this happened.Â
Those girls â that girl band who he seemed so enthralled by â sacrificed him, and for whatâŠ? For fame? For money? Whatever it is, they killed the wrong person because obviously the sacrifice didnât fucking work.Â
Well, at least on Jungkookâs side.Â
He doesnât know where they went â probably out of town, living their best life as if they didnât murder a guy for their crappy albums to get more sales.Â
Heâs cursed now, or whatever the hell is happening to him.Â
He looks down at his victim; itâs a man.Â
As he eats, he suddenly feels nauseous, vomiting what he had so far swallowed. A dark liquid comes out of his mouth, and god, itâs even more painful than the cut in his stomach.Â
He feels disgusted by himself â why isnât he full? Eating felt so good, considering how starved he was, but itâs like he ate something ⊠expired.Â
Argh, whatâs wrong with him⊠He ate someoneâs guts, of course it doesnât taste like a 5 stars meal. Then why did his instinct tell him to do that?Â
Thatâs fucked up.Â
The next few days are horrible for Jungkook.Â
After that night, he doesnât eat anything except for raw chicken and other types of meat that were just not enough to satiate him. It doesn't taste good either.Â
He lays in bed most of the time, having no energy, skipping the gym and his practices, which he usually never does. He gets texts from his friends, but he doesnât bother to check his phone.Â
Itâs on Sunday night that he decides to leave his bed, going to look at himself in the mirror. He has big dark circles under his eyes â not particularly flattering. Heâs still very hungry, but none of the food in his fridge makes him want to eat.Â
Thereâs one thing heâd want, thoughâŠÂ
Itâs when he receives a text from a specific person that he knows what to do.Â
iseul: hey, gguk. wanna study together for tomorrowâs exam?
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âHey, man,â Jungkookâs teammate, Doyun, greets him. âHeard about Hana? Thatâs fucked up,â he states, walking beside his friend. âAnd right after Iseul⊠My parents refuse my sister to go out alone now.â
âYeah, I heard,â Jungkook replies, not really caring, but still listening.Â
Itâs not like anybody liked Hana before, he doesnât understand why everybody suddenly cares now that sheâs dead. She needed to die to finally have some importance. How sad.Â
She wasnât that good of a laid either, so really, whatâs the matter? Sure, itâs tragic, but whoâs going to miss her besides her family.Â
âCanât be an animal at this point,â his teammate says under his breath, âDo you wanna know what Iâm thinking?â
Not reallyâŠ
âWhat?â
âIâm thinking itâs gotta be some âJack the Ripperâ kinda guy. You know those freaks who wanna be the modern this or that.â
Kind of offensiveâŠÂ
Jungkook rolls his eyes without Doyun noticing, snickering at his words.
âThe policeâs saying itâs a bear or some shit,â Jungkook explains, reaching his class. âThatâs more believable than your âmodern Jack the Ripperâ.â He mimics quotes with his fingers, stopping in front of the classroom.Â
Doyun still doesnât seem convinced, but itâs not Jungkookâs job to make him less stupid. He can believe what he wants, heâs not an investigator even though he thinks he is.Â
âSee you at practice, alright?â
âYeah, later, man.â
Jungkook has never been very attentive in class. He doesnât care about a lot of things and college is one of them. He wouldnât be here if it wasnât for his parents and their high expectations of him.Â
Heâs looking outside the windows, noticing the grey clouds, heavy rain pouring from the sky. A flash of lighting breaks through the sky, hearing the thunder a second after.Â
Nobody seems attentive either, all interested in the thunderstorm thatâs starting. It might be the strongest theyâve seen in a couple of years.Â
âCrap,â the teacher says as the electricity is cut off, surely because of the thunder.Â
Girls are gasping, some of them whispering to each other about how creepy the situation has become while the professor waits for the power to get back on, wanting to continue teaching his class.Â
Jungkookâs phone lights up as he gets a new notification. He takes a glimpse, reading the text he just received.Â
doyun: practiceâs canceled..Â
Great, Jungkook thinks. He really needed to get some steam off, but it wonât happen today.Â
âSir!â A girl raises her hand, catching the attention of the professor. âAll classes got canceled. Can we leave? Apparently, the power isnât coming back in a few hours.â
âWell, I wonât teach in the darkâŠâÂ
The professor seems quite disappointed, but he lets everyone go back home, seeing no point in staying if he canât teach.Â
While exiting the classroom, Jungkook gets bumped into by someone. He doesnât move much, but the person drops their books on the floor, bending down to pick them up hurriedly.Â
âShit⊠Sorry, I wasnât looking where I was going,â you apologize, standing back up when you have all of your books in your arms.
âItâs fine,â Jungkook mumbles and you give him a straight smile, still feeling apologetic.Â
He recognizes you from highschool, a girl he never talked to, but who he knew the name of. Then, he watches you walking away for a short moment, eyeing your form up and down, memorizing it.Â
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Youâre in the cafeteria, sitting with your friends, waiting for about a good 30 minutes now. The storm from yesterday is still ongoing, and the power is very unstable, cutting off every couple of times.
The finals are scheduled for today and the administration told the students to come regardless of the storm, thinking it would stop during the night. So youâre waiting to be sent to the gym where the exams are usually taking place, but seeing the electricity goes off and comes back every second, it isnât the best time to start an exam.Â
People are free to go, itâs college after all, but most of the students are staying in case a decision is made. You know you wouldnât want to skip your exam, thatâs why youâre staying, even though it is starting to get really long.Â
No murder has happened since the beginning of the storm, confirming the police suspicions that it might be a wild animal doing this. A bear wouldnât come out during a thunderstorm, hence why no bodies have been found or anyone going missing.Â
You donât really know what to think about the whole thing. You never really experienced anything of the sort before, only ever seen it in the news, taking place in a far away city. Now, itâs really different to see it in person, seeing people grieving, freaking out.Â
You donât understand how an animal would do such a thing, especially since they arenât known to attack humans, or⊠eat them. But everybody is kind of desperate to find a culprit.Â
As youâre looking through your notes, you notice that youâre missing a piece of information that you absolutely need to know for your test. You would ask your friends, but none of them are in this class with you. Plus, you forgot your book so the only solution would be to go to the library.Â
The place is lit up by candles and oil lamps. The power doesnât seem to have come back here.Â
The librarian isnât even here, so you canât ask her for directions, which would be really useful, but youâll do without. You go to the biology section and start searching for the book you need. It takes you some time, carefully looking through the shelves until you notice an older edition of the book. You hope what you need is in there.
You start flipping the pages to the right chapter, but you jump out of surprise and drop the book to the floor at the sound of someone elseâs voice.Â
âArenât you supposed to attend your exam?â
Itâs the guy you bumped into yesterday; Jungkook.Â
Whatâs weird is that you didnât at all hear him, you could have swore you were alone in the library. Guess heâs a really quiet walker, hence why you didnât even see him coming out of the classroom the day before.Â
âUh, y-yeah,â you stammer out, furrowing your brows. You bend down to pick up the book, his eyes following your movements closely. âJust had to come here for this,â you say and show the object in question in your hand. âWhat about you?â
He leans on the shelves beside him.Â
âDidnât feel like wasting my time back there,â he explains and you nod, not really sure what he wants exactly⊠Itâs not like youâre friends or anything.
You canât see much of him with the low lighting in the library, but you still catch on the way heâs looking at you intently. It makes you slightly uncomfortable, considering heâs towering over you with all his height. And Jungkook is very tall compared to you.Â
âIs- Is there something else you wanted to ask meâŠ?â You manage to let out, voice a bit shaky and uneasy.Â
âAre you scared?â he asks casually.
He steps closer to you, and you donât understand why you donât step back. Itâs like you donât dare.
âWhat?â
âThe storm. Pretty intense, right?â
Is he really interested to know if youâre scared of storms or is he playing with you? Why would he even play with you in the first place, thatâs what you wonder.Â
His behaviour really confuses you. Itâs true that you donât know him, but he isnât the type of guy to just⊠creep girls out. Maybe itâs not his intention though?
âOh, yeah⊠Itâs- itâs nothing I've ever seen before,â you confess in a weak voice.Â
âMe neither,â Jungkook replies.Â
You hold the book against you tighter like itâs some sort of protection, or just as emotional support. You donât know whatâs up with him, but it has you feeling some type of wayâŠÂ
You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter as he gets even closer, trapping you between him and the bookshelves.Â
Yes, youâre scared, but not of the storm⊠of him.
And⊠thereâs a part of you that likes it â likes the attention he gives you, the way his dark eyes look at your body. His gaze makes you think of a carnivore, a predator.Â
Youâre the food he was looking for.Â
âItâs really loud, isnât it?â he observes. âI wonder⊠if you had to scream, would anybody hear you?â
That startles you right away.Â
âJungkook-â Saying his name seems to catch his attention, his eyes looking directly into yours. âStop it.â
He doesnât break eye contact, and youâre destabilized by how long he can hold your gaze, a shiver running up your spine, making the hair on your arms stand up.Â
Itâs only to whisper in your ear that his eyes leave yours.Â
âStop what exactly?â
His hot breath hits the side of your neck, hearing your heart pounding in your chest, the knot in your stomach becoming heavier and heavier. Your hands clasp around your book, holding onto it for dear life as you gulp down the excess of saliva in your mouth.Â
You scrunch your eyes shut when you feel his hands on your hips, fingers sneaking under the hem of your top. Your core heats up, blood rushing to your cheeks⊠and clitoris.Â
âWhat do you want?â You breathe out, opening your eyes when Jungkook faces you again.Â
He takes the book from you, putting it back onto the shelves, not caring if itâs the wrong placement.Â
âJust a little bit of fun,â he answers, âwouldnât you like that, hm?â He slips his index finger under the band of your skirt, pulling you closer to him, his lips only centimetres away from yours. âI know girls like you are too shy to ask for it⊠So Iâm making the first move.âÂ
âNo, I-â You begin, but donât have the time to finish your sentence.Â
âItâs fine, Iâm gonna take the lead. You donât have to worry about anything, pretty,â he tells you, tilting his head and pressing a light kiss to your lips. Surprisingly, you reciprocate it. He pulls his hand away from your skirt, enveloping it around your throat, not putting any pressure yet. âI knew youâd be into it, youâre a little freak, arenât you?âÂ
You donât know what to answer. Is there even anything you can say back to him? Whatâs the point of lying when he has you trapped between his large body and the bookshelves, his tattooed fingers gripping your neck, his lips brushing over your face.Â
But would that be really a lie saying heâs wrong about you? He doesnât know youâŠ
He kisses you again, this time sloppier, his tongue dominating yours easily. He nudges your legs open with his knee, his other hand swiftly diving under the hem of your skirt, groping your flesh in a lewd way that keeps you out of breath â apart from the fact that his tongue is currently exploring your mouth.Â
He graces the bump of your pussy covered by your panties with his fingers, making your knees buckle at the unexpected contact. He rubs the pad of his middle finger over your clit, a whine escaping your throat, muffled by his mouth on yours. The moment is brief until he slips his hand into your underwear.Â
You try to make him stop by grabbing his wrist, pulling away from his lips to pathetically whisper a âp-pleaseâ that makes him chuckle.Â
âAlready begging for me, sweetheart?â He softly laughs, smirking at you. âExcited by the idea of a guyâs fingers in your little cunt instead of yours? Is that it?â
You frown because that wasnât the reason why you begged him, but now that he said this⊠your thoughts are going into a completely different way. Whatâs wrong with you?
âDo you wanna know how it feels, baby? How itâs like to have your pussy stuffed by someone elseâs fingersâŠâÂ
Heâs not waiting for an answer as he starts stroking your bud of nerves in slow circular motions, applying some pressure to really make you feel it. You let out another whine, this time of pleasure.Â
Jungkook then shifts down to your entrance, circling it with a lot of delicacy, but this gentleness of his doesnât go on for long as he pushes a finger into you. You bite down on your bottom lip â the size of his fingers are in no comparison to yours. Your eyes swell up in water, little cries escaping your mouth when he adds a second digit.Â
âI know, I know,â he whispers, âmust be uncomfortable, hm?â You nod your head, confirming his words. âItâll feel good soon, I promise. Youâre used to the feel of your tiny fingers, itâs normalâŠâ
When he says this, you have a hard time believing him. How could it feel good when you werenât at all prepared for this â when itâs not what you wanted.Â
He begins to move his fingers inside of you, slow and long strokes at first, circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. He curls his fingers, making a little hook, patting your sweet spot. The intrusion is uncomfortable, but it progressively gets so much more pleasurable as he thrusts into you at a regular pace.Â
Tears are still falling down from your eyes, eyelashes wet and sticky, but they arenât the result of your painâŠÂ
âYouâre pretty when you cry,â Jungkook murmurs beside your ear, butterflies in your stomach when he tells you this.Â
He unwraps his hand from your throat to instead grab your thigh, placing your leg around his hip. You now feel his fingers way deeper inside of you, gently and deliciously stimulating your g-spot. You dare to look down where his left hand is operating between your thighs, sliding in until heâs knuckles deep into your pussy. This makes you breathless, head rolling back on your shoulders and hitting the shelves behind you.Â
âOh, my god-!â You exclaim when Jungkookâs ministrations bring you so close to your orgasm. Your legs are twitching, your body warning you of your approaching high.
Youâd probably be more aware of his hard cock trapped in his baggy jeans, but you literally cannot focus on anything else other than Jungkook fingering you, hitting your sensitive spot each time he thrusts in.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â he encourages, moving faster. âYou feel it? Huh?â He asks and you croak out a weak âyesâ. âTell me how it feels.â
You hate his questions â you hate them so much. He knows how you feel, but he wants you to say it, he wants you to say that you enjoy it, and⊠your body really does.Â
âG-Good.â
âYeah?â he breathes out, fucking your cunt with his fingers, enthralled by the little moans you let out.
âYes,â you confirm, closing your eyes and nodding your head. âFuck!â You curse out when you finally reach your high, grasping onto his forearm as you ride out your orgasm, your entire body shaking.Â
Jungkook helps you by slowly rubbing your puffy clit in circles, telling you more dirty words in your ear, all said in the sweetest voice, as if what heâs doing can be described as anything sweet.Â
âGood girl,â he praises, âsee, I told you itâd feel great.â
He still has his head in the crook of your neck, and you frown at the feeling of sharp teeth against your skin. Itâs barely there, just brushing over it, as if hesitating to act⊠but Jungkook retrieves back, looking into your reddened eyes.Â
He could stop there, but he wonât â though he got what he wanted, he needs moreâŠÂ
He pulls his hand out of your panties, fingers glistening in your arousal. âOpen wide for me, baby,â he instructs.Â
You glance at his hand, a little repulsed. Youâve never thought about tasting yourself and itâs surely nothing youâd have ever done⊠if not for Jungkook.Â
You then reluctantly open your mouth and he enters his wet fingers in.Â
âSuck,â he adds on, expecting you to follow his orders, and you do without a second thought.Â
He stares down at you while you lick his fingers clean and he slides them a bit deeper, pushing down on your tongue. The taste of yourself isnât what you thought itâd be⊠It doesnât taste much, in fact.Â
He removes his fingers from your mouth only to put them in his own after. âAs sweet as you are,â he grins. âTurn around.â
You hesitate for a second, looking at him credulously, before doing what he asked you to do on trembling legs.Â
âAre youâŠ?â You say under your breath, looking over your shoulder and seeing Jungkook pulling the zipper of his pants down.Â
âGoing to put my cock into you?â he finishes your question for you. âYeah, I am.â
You stop breathing at his answer, sensing his deft fingers touching your thighs and hips, going under your skirt to drag your panties down.Â
He soon gets his cock out of his briefs, pumping himself a couple of times before aligning his head with your dripping wet entrance. His tattooed hand keeps your skirt crumpled up over your ass, laying the other one on your hip.Â
âCareful, sweetheart,â he says softly beside your ear, âbecause this might sting a little bit more than two fingers.â He swipes the head of his cock through your sticky folds and all you can do is moan pathetically at the feeling, lewd, wet noises echoing in the big library.Â
You canât see his length even with the way you contort your head to look over your shoulder, but youâre still able to see his chest and hips moving as he pushes his cock into your pussy. Though you have no idea what he looks like, the painful feeling of your cunt getting stretched out to his size tells you heâs really big.Â
And he was right. This hurts way more than his fingers, the two feelings are not comparable at all.Â
âJungkook-,â you cry out, holding the shelves in front of you till thereâs no more blood in your knuckles.Â
He hears you, loving the sounds youâre making because of him and the way you say his name with eyes full of tears. When he bottoms out inside of you, his pelvis flushed against your ass, he lets out a low grunt and throws his head back, closing his eyes to savour the pleasure entirely.Â
You involuntarily clench around him, making him tighten his grip on your hip. He then starts thrusting into you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at a slow but harsh pace. Each time he bottoms out, Jungkook makes sure the skin of his thighs slap against your ass, the sounds almost as loud as your little moans and whimpers.Â
But the storm is so intense and noisy that heâs pretty sure nobody else in the library could hear you â if there was anyone here apart from the two of you anyway.Â
Your wetness allows him to fuck his cock into your pussy back and forth, welcoming him so perfectly without any restriction. Itâs almost impossible for him to not hit your sweet spot, and he reaches so much deeper when he lifts up your thigh with the hand that was previously placed on your hip.Â
You donât know how long you can stay in this position, especially when Jungkookâs drilling his hard cock into you like nothing else matters. Itâs like he needs it from you, and as the pleasure only builds up in you, you start thinking you need it desperately, too.Â
Youâre breathing heavily, and so is he, feeling his hot breath on your neck when he tilts his head down closer to yours. You can clearly hear his breathing now as well as his deep grunts that leave his mouth every time your walls close tightly around his girth, literally sucking him in.Â
âShit,â he curses out as he pushes lightly on your back, deepening the arch of it so your ass is flushed against his pelvis. âHow could I have ever passed over you⊠Youâre so- fuck,â Jungkook chokes out, not finishing his sentence, but you have a guess on what he wanted to say.Â
He then kisses your neck pretty messily, but it only raises the temperature of your body, your skin boiling hot under his soft lips. He leaves a wet trail behind, going up to your ear, down to your shoulder.Â
Telling him to stop isnât even possible anymore, it wouldnât make any sense⊠would be absolutely stupid when youâre so close to your second orgasm.Â
As he thrusts into you, his balls smack your pussy, and the sounds are just too vulgar, but itâs honestly arousing you so much. Jungkook lets go of your thigh to take a hold of your jaw, turning it around so he can look at your face.Â
Your mouth is ajar to let out big puffs of air, and itâs the same for him, his breathing being irregular and heavy. He didnât think he would ever need something that badly, which is making you his, surprisingly enough.Â
Making you his in whatever way possible; whether itâs by fucking you or eating you â or both. Jungkook doesnât care, he just wants it.Â
It doesnât take long for your second orgasm to pass through you, arms and legs shaking as the knot at the pit of your stomach snaps. Jungkook feels it very clearly, your walls hugging his cock terribly tightly, bringing him closer to his own orgasm as well.
âHoly fuck,â he hisses, his hip thrusts accelerating, literally burying his cock in your cunt until he slips out. He rapidly strokes himself and cums on your ass, strings of white cum falling on you. âOh, godâŠâ
He stays in this position for a couple of seconds, catching his breath. He then slightly backs away, making sure to keep your skirt crumpled up over your butt, looking at the mess he made of you.Â
Suddenly, you both catch on the voices entering the library, making you rush to dress up and clean yourselves â especially you.Â
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Youâre in your bedroom, studying and writing down on your notebook while lying down on your bed. Itâs relatively quiet in your house, hearing the TV downstairs playing and the ceiling fan above your head running.Â
The ringtone of your cellphone breaks the silence, buzzing on top of your bedsheets. Itâs a number that you donât recognize, but the first digitals show you that itâs a number from your area. So you pick it up.Â
âHello?âÂ
âHey, pretty.â
âUh, who is this?â You ask the person on the other side of the line because you have no idea who would call you like this. They must know you.
âTake a guess,â they say, and their tone is oddly a little flirty.Â
You frown, starting to remember where you heard this voice for the last time⊠And in which situation exactly.Â
â... Jungkook?âÂ
He laughs at that and you can imagine the cheeky smile heâs sporting right now.Â
âYou got it,â he replies, âsee, I knew youâd remember me.âÂ
You immediately feel uneasy despite the fact youâre just talking through the phone, but things have happened since your encounter with Jungkook.
Things such as more dead girls, all brutally murdered by this âanimalâ.Â
You suspected nothing until you noticed how tired looking Jungkook was a day or two after what happened in the library. Normally, you wouldnât have looked at him, but you literally couldnât get him out of your head after how intimate the both of you had been together.Â
Each time he was in the same hallway as you, youâd give him a glance and nothing more as you were too shy to talk to him or even look at him for too long.Â
But sometimes you dared to watch him a little longer when he didnât know you were in the same room as him.Â
And you saw the dark circles, the bad attitude he had with his friends, and the disdain look he seemed to give to everybody. You also saw him get in his car with a girl. You were jealous for a second, but you felt totally different the next day when that same girl went missing and that Jungkook seemed to be doing fine again.Â
At first, it was just silly thoughts, but it was too strong of a coincidence, you couldnât think about anything else.Â
âYeahâŠâ You say back, shoulders tense as you sit up on your bed. âHow did you get my number?âÂ
âAsked Doyun for it,â he simply explains. âYou did a project back in highschool together. Remember?â
You do remember. You were so stressed out about it. Paired with a popular jock? You believed the teacher was against you, but it turned out that Doyun was way nicer than you thought.
âLuckily, you didnât change numbers.â
Lucky for who?
âRight,â you huff out, looking through your window, a shiver passing through you at the thought of Jungkook hiding somewhere.
âWhatâre you doing?â he asks.
âUhm, just studying⊠Why?âÂ
âWanna go out with me?â Jungkook proposes after a few seconds of silence.Â
You look through your window again. Itâs dark outside. This would be such a bad ideaâŠÂ
âItâs 9 p.m. on a Thursday night,â you begin, sounding way too bitchy for his liking, âwhere would we go? And why would I even go out with youâŠâ
âThe parkâs always open,â he adds.
âWhat-â
âRelax. Nothing bad gonna happen, alright?" his voice resonates through the phone, hearing a slight laugh after. "I miss you, that's all."
You bite down on your lip, shaking your head to get all of your stupid thoughts away. As much as you hate to admit it, you love hearing that from Jungkook. Thatâs all you wanted him to say since he left you in the library⊠tell you he needs you as much as you need him.Â
But this isnât the time for that â there wonât ever be another time anyway.Â
You respond nothing and so he takes it as a yes. âIâll come pick you up in 10 minutes. Put something pretty on,â he chuckles, hanging up.Â
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The park isnât an open space with benches and a fountain. Itâs basically the woods where you go for hiking. There are paths you can follow that will all lead you to the same place at the end.Â
You could have thought of something smarter, or less dangerous, but you didnât have any time. Jungkook showed up at your entrance precisely 10 minutes after he hung up and you werenât exactly ready to see him just yet.Â
You had to get in his car anyway, the whole ride being quiet until you arrived at your destination. Your stomach churned up the moment you entered the woods, Jungkook behind you.Â
Your heart is still beating super fast right now, whether itâs because youâre absolutely scared or because Jungkook is kissing you feverishly, it doesnât matter. You canât do this, and you donât know how it might end for you if you let yourself be distracted by him.Â
âJungkook,â you manage to say between kisses. You push harder on his chest, making him stop from putting his tongue in your mouth. âWe need to talk,â you say firmly.Â
âAbout what?â he chuckles, diving back down to the crook of your neck where he plants wet kisses, his hand sneaking up under your dress while the other holds your hip.Â
You squirm, fighting hard to not let yourself give in to his touch.Â
âI saw⊠I saw Jia and you getting into your car the other day,â you confess and he backs away from your neck when he hears that, looking intently at your face.Â
âAnd? You were jealous, is that it?â He questions, lifting one eyebrow.Â
âNo! I mean-,â you answer right after, thinking about what to say and how to say it. âShe went missing the day after you saw her, and-â
Jungkook gets visibly annoyed, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. He lets go of you, still looking at you, but not with lustful eyes anymore.Â
âWhat? What are you trying to say, huh?â He huffs out. âThat I killed her? Fucking crazy.â
You feel bad. Is he really guilty?
He has to be. You know he is.Â
âBack in the library,â you begin to say, âwere you⊠did you intend to kill me?â You eventually say it all, breath caught in your throat as you watch Jungkook registering your words.Â
He sighs, âwhy would it matter?â You frown at that, about to respond, but he steps closer to you, trapping you between him and the tree again. âJust let me take care of you, gonna make you feel good, babyâŠâÂ
He slips his hands under your dress so rapidly that you donât have any time to react, immediately overwhelmed by his groping and his lips all over you.Â
But you get back your senses, using all your force to push him away. You succeed to have a safe distance between the two of you.
âSo youâre admitting it!? You wanted to- to do the same thing to me!â
âNo,â he disagrees, his voice harsh, sounding quite annoyed. âI just wanted- Fuck!â he exclaims angrily, but itâs like he doesnât know what to say.Â
âYou could have everybody you wanted, Jungkook,â you state, looking him into the eyes, âwhy me?â
He looks back at you and you wonder how you couldnât have seen it before⊠The evil.Â
âWhy not? Youâre hot, kinda a stuck-up, but I had to try it, you know,â he chuckles. âFor a nerdy girl, you sure know how to take dick.â
It angers you to a pointâŠÂ
âFuck you!â
And without thinking twice, you reach down to pick up the pocket knife you hid in your boot before.Â
You open it and you rush toward Jungkook, stabbing him in his lower stomach. You retrieve the knife a bit too hastily, resulting in you dropping it and falling down on your butt to the ground.Â
Jungkook also falls down, holding onto his stomach, red blood dripping out of his cut onto his hands. He yells out many curses, sucking air through his teeth to appease the pain as much as he can.Â
You watch him, startled and out of breath, eventually turning around and searching for your knife. When you find it, you get back up and to Jungkook, but he isnât there anymore.
He has completely disappeared.Â
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