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suguruplsr · 2 months

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WEAR YO’ BONNET

<3 Men who fuck you so good you’ll need your hair wrapped next time. Yes, that’s all folks.

<3 Reference: should’ve wore a bonnet by 21 Savage + Brent Faiyaz (my man)

w/ Geto Suguru , Gojo Satoru , Nanami Kento , Fushiguro Toji , Sukuna ; (individual)

,, x POC! fem reader , switch in Satoru’s part + Sukuna puts you on the floor , this is pure filth , office sex , breeding kink + belly bulge , praising + degrading , nipple play + sucking n’ biting , spitting in the mouth , overstimulation , manhandling , oral (f) + clit play , light choking , creampie + all unprotected , not proofread , lmk what else <3

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Geto Suguru

♪ “I wanna feel your stomach..”

Your hands fly behind you, weakly trying to push away the strong man behind you. The same man abusing the fuck out of your pussy. “C’mon baby, you can take another.” Suguru swats your hand away, a breathless chuckle in his voice as he pulls out from the heaven of your cunt. “Nuh uh, m’tired..” You replied as he turned you over.

Greeted with the sweaty sight of your lover, you bite your lip. God, you love seeing Suguru like this, all pent up and clearly eager, with the way he spreads your legs out around his body, eyes focused on your soaping cunt that trickled with signs of your shared essences.

You watch the way his eyes darken once they trail up to your stomach. His muscles visibly tightening and mouth watering at the sight of his cock poking just a tad bit into your belly. You, oblivious to his new found obsession, frown from his stillness. “Sugu.. fuck me already.” You whine, reaching up to his chest, but soon, your back arches once your lover presses the bulge on your stomach.

“If it’s like this, then I wonder if I can fill you up with so much cum it shows..” Your boyfriend mumbles, groaning from the sounds of your quiet whimpers, “I don’t think that can happen..” You try to deter him from his thoughts, knowing that once Suguru gets worked up about something, it’s hard to change his mind.

But the mere thought of him treating you like a cum dump for this dirty experiment isn’t such a bad idea..

“Doesn’t hurt to try— Won’t pass out on me right?” He chuckles, “Maybe..” Your voice breaks as he pushes back into you, unable to comprehend the first part of his words with his cock snug and base slamming against your pussy. You cry out, your hands darting to his shoulders as he leans down, fingers digging hard into his skin with each unforgiving thrust he gives. Suguru meets you with a kiss, knowing his roughness tonight might leave you unable to be coherent for a while.

Who said it’s a bad thing?

“Shh, you can take it; yeah, that’s my girl.” He whispers against your lips, eating up all of your tiny sobs and biting down on your bottom lip. He knows just what to say to have you pilant and dumb for him, “You’ll take me, let me fill this pussy up like she deserves, yeah? Wanna be good? ” Your mind swirls from his continuous praise, merely nodding and trying to blink away your tears.

His lips curl, an amused noise leaving him before he shoves his lips against yours once again, tongue slipping between your obedient lips as he rocks his cock into you teasingly. With your pussy and his cock pressed tightly together, it was hard to get anything from his small movement, but the nudges at your sweet spot was enough to have you moaning in his mouth.

Suguru pulls away with a pop of his lips, licking them, satisfied. He brings a hand up to your chin, forcing your mouth open, “Gonna fuck you so good y’r gonna want me for every burning second of your life. I’ll make you into a stuffed bunny whose only purpose in life is to take my dick— Hell, I’ll even mold that pussy of yours at some point. You’d like that, huh?” He murmurs, then letting a fat, sickening, glob of spit fall straight into your mouth.

Gojo Satoru

♪ “Don’t give a fuck bout’ where you goin’..”

You know your fiance can be childish at times, ignorant to your nagging whenever you bring up a growing problem in your relationship. But who knew going out and leaving him to his own devices would create a sobbing Satoru who clinged and begged for a second chance at your heart, telling you how much he thought of you and wanted you back in his arms before he’d pass out for the night.

A drunk man singing sad woes until playing you out of your panties. You forgot, “thinking of you” probably led to him opening albums of pictures he takes of you, including the ones taken in the middle of sex. I guess your friend isn't letting you stay at her house for the night after he dragged you to the king sized bed of your new home.

“Goin’ too fast toru!” You cry, hips being forcefully manhandled to ride, more like hop, in his ridiculously long cock. Your drunk boyfriend couldn’t care for your words, an unintelligible whine leaving him as he leans closer, sticking out his tongue to bite and lick at those flying tits of yours. “Mmm, y’feel so good..” Satoru’s eyes were casted over in a haze, flickering needily as his pretty lips begin to suckle on one of your nipples.

You bite your bottom lip, squeezing your eyes shut while you help rock your body onto his length. This hunk of a guy is fucking unbelievable when he’s drunk out of his mind. “Please, jus’ wanna cum in you.. don’t want ya to get away..” Satoru whines, mouth drooling onto your skin as one of his big strong hands reach and squeeze your unoccupied breast.

“But you were bein’ mean, w-won’t let you if you don’t apologize..” you tuck out your lip, the hands on his shoulders moving up to the sexy broad structure of his neck. Your nails brushing his skin make him so sensitive, a whimper escaping his throat as you push his head away from your nipples with your hand grasping his neck gently.

Satoru gives you a needy look, cerulean eyes clouded and gazing over the goddess in front of him. “Wanna hear you beg..” You whisper, pursing your lips together and looking down at him with a burn in your body. You two stop, bodies wet and sticky directly where you connect.

You watch how his brows furrowed in consideration, possibly stunned with your request. If he was anymore sober, he’d probably push you into the sheets and tease the hell out of you, but you're glad he isn’t. “Baby, please, m’sorry for calling your idea stupid n’ y—“ You cut him off with a soft kiss, “and for ruining my curls last night?” You quip, smiling when he nods quickly.

“Uh huh, sorry for tuggin’ on em, and for makin’ you mad earlier, should’ve stopped messin’ with ya while you were doin’ y’r hair.” Satoru speaks hushed, littering the bare of your chest with kisses while his hands grip the plush of your waist tight. Your humming and brushing of his hair makes his cock twitch inside you. You sure are taking your time, contemplating his words with a sweet smile.

“I guess you’re forgiven.” Yet, you push him down into the bed, body high and facing him as you leave him no time to process, hips moving up with newfound energy. a sound of confusion, mixed with a low “fuuck”, leaves your fiancé. You pin his hands to his chest, leaning down and using them to stabilize you while you ride him, “No touching.” You whisper, watching as he throws back his head, thighs trembling under you.

Nanami Kento

♪ “It’s truly a blessin’, you can make all the mess that you want..”

Delivering lunch to your husband gone wrong? You found yourself splayed on the luxurious couch beside his desk, legs forming a 90 degree angle with one on his shoulder as he eases his cock into you slowly.

“There you go sweetheart— just wanted some cock yeah? Acted like a cute sweet wife for me,” Kento sucks in a breath as you clench unbelievably tighter around him. “Just so I can give you a big thank you huh?” You mewl from his words, nodding your head eagerly. “Mhm! I just love it when you— fuuuck me like this.” You drawl as your husband pushes down onto you, his gorgeous face above yours. In the midst of your cute little whimpers, Kento smiles, pressing kisses among the skin of your face.

Your watery eyes looked up at him with just so much want, lips messy and puffy after a heated make out session. God, to think an uptight man could get so down and dirty like this. Kento groans, finally moving, making you react with your hand going up to his shoulders, but they fall to his large chest, clawing and leaving marks as the sounds of his body meeting your body reverberate throughout the office.

“Ken! L— love you so much!” You cry out, trying your best to keep your eyes on your husband whose composure was slowly falling apart. Kento thanks himself for investing in sound proof walls, knowing he could never want to not hear your screams and moans as he fucks you till you can’t speak.

His stomach twists with your words, a hand bigger than your head, going to your neck and lightly squeezing the flesh, “I love you too baby. C’mon, lemme make you cum.” He mumbles against your lips, “Don’t care how messy it is; wanna make you feel good sweetheart..” He speaks between kisses, thrusts falling into harsh and loving strokes that masks your mind woozy each time.

You two can’t care for the professional environment you two are in, knowing Kento would cancel whatever meetings he’s missing at the moment. Just accidentally worked into overtime, he’d say.

Your bent leg over his shoulder starts to ache, not from the stretch, but the digging of your lover's nails, his eyes focused and hair sticking to the sweaty skin of his forehead. However, you know you aren’t fairing all too well yourself, stammering “I love you”s that he takes within his lips as he pounds you.

“Ken.. gonna cuum!” You heave, breath leaving you with each sound of your bodies meeting together rang through the office. The sounds between you get wetter, slick forming and a stickiness between your legs. “Go ahead my love, all yours..” Kento seals that promise with yet another kiss, taking away your oxygen as you cream around him with a muffled scream. The constant ‘pap!’s end with one deep thrust that kept your juices deep in.

Kento finally pulls away after the intoxicating feeling of your orgasm. Just knowing he can make that lewd expression you have now, legs shaking and body limp.. it does something to him. “This time, I’ll let you cum with me. Like that?,” He speaks as if you can even process his words, but knowing it was from his warm heart, you nod slightly, shocks running through you with his movement.

He moves his hips back, running his hand along your leg soothingly and eyeing the strings of cum that wobble where your two meet. He gives a groan, sliding back into you suddenly and emitting a moan from you, “Anything to make you happy..”

Fushiguro Toji

♪ “Grab the sheets, I wanna see you runnin’..”

“Stay fuckin’ still.” “I can’t do that when you’re givin’ me tiny ass cat licks.” You get a huff in response. Maybe annoying the hell out of your neighbor in your apartment building for three months finally gained you something. Considering your daily conversation went from him blatantly saying you needed head after you cussed him out, to you— Well.. getting head. From him of all people.

“Just tryin’ to be be gentle with ya.” Toji clicks his tongue, deepening his knee into the cushion of your bed as he grips your thighs from under. He misses your stupid retaliation as he takes in the scent of your body, coconut. And it’s fucking addicting. Your glistening pearl and pussy just needs him. Especially with how your nagging is starting to annoy the hell out of him.

He doesn’t warn you, his surprisingly long and fat tongue immediately making contact with your wet pussy. Toji pushes his head deeper, already having expected you to thrash and pull as you are now. Those disgustingly humongous hands wrap around your plump thighs, man handling them himself and working them open like a clock.

“Holy shit— Didn’t expect a grump like y-you to be good at this..” You fight to bite down the noises that want to erupt from you. Yet, you still try to egg him on, even if he could split open your legs just to dive deeper into your cunt.

Which he does, head coming up for breath as he licks the leftover juices on his lips.

“Just shut the fuck up. I don’t like entertainment with my meal.” He scoffs, making you yelp as he pulls you closer with a yank. His body sits up a bit, head pushing as far as it can into your pussy. You moan shamelessly as his nose nudges your clit, mouth open and kissing your folds as his tongue slips into your hole.

The muscle drags and flicks unintelligible designs into your cunt. His jaw might lock with how ferocious he eats you out, but he isn’t complaining with the way you taste, your smell invading his senses and your body forcing him to use all his strength to keep you from crushing his head.

His eyes flicker up to you momentarily, a smirk wanting to form once he realizes you complied to his wishes. Well, it’s not like you can say anything when you’re gripping the duvet tightly, head thrown back with whimpers and moans. Fuck, your bare neck looks so damn delicious under the light of your room. Toji knows your hand will soon dart down to grab his hair, especially after he kisses your clit, then stimulating the bud with a suck and lick.

Him repeating the process forces a wanton moan from you, embarrassingly pornagraphic as you tug his hair, “Oh fuuuck! Shit I’m g-gonna cum if you keep..” Your voice breaks off as he follows your command, groaning from the taste of your juices and focusing on your hole again. But he doesn’t insert it, instead letting the fat pink monster of a tongue in his mouth glide along your wet folds, and once it reaches your clit, it rolls dangerously around the sensitive pearl.

Just a few movements of his repetition has you giving a silent scream, head delirious and tremors vibrating through you as the man opens his mouth wide to suckle at the cum and juices that release from you. Yet Toji has no thoughts of stopping, swatting your hand away, “Wait— I can’t take it!” You cry out, having half the mind to not rip strands out of your neighbors hair and holding onto the sheets with all your might. His head moves side to side, eating out every last drop from your haven and overstimulating you in the process. You’d best enjoy it while you can, considering the eviction notice hanging on his apartment door, or maybe you can keep him and that mouth of his after today.

Sukuna

♪ “Fuck where yo’ bed at, bitch, get down on the flo’..”

“Cryin’ for what?” Sukuna hisses pushing you through the front door he hurriedly unlocked. You sniffle as he locks it behind him, big hand immediately darting to your neck and continuing your messy make out session, “nothin’..” it was definitely not, nothing. Especially with how fear and arousal began to brew in you from the way he man handles you, pussy aching as your boyfriend bites your bottom lip.

Too fed up with his anger from earlier, he chooses to attack those ruined lips of yours, that sexy brown lip liner all gone and lip gloss on his lips instead of yours. You’re forced to stumble in the direction of your room, walking backwards while your boyfriend’s lips smack against yours. “F-fuuck, Kuna— wait..” your whiny voice doesn’t reach his ears, trying to get him to stop so you two can situate yourselves as you reach the room.

“What? Think I won’t take you right here?” Sukuna questions, voice low with an annoyed timber and his face lowered to meet your eyes. His fingers hold your chin, watching how you bite your lip, wet eyes flickering up to him. He groans from the sight, hard on pressed against your thigh and his hands going to slide down your cutesy skirt as you take a few steps back, trying to lay onto the bed. But you ended up on the floor with a forceful pull, body forming into the perfect arch with your knees burning from the carpet.

“You don’t listen huh?” “I thought you weren’t being literal..” You clicked your tongue, laying your head on your splayed arms as your boyfriend shuffled behind you. “That’s funny, you usually aren’t thinking, like when you’re fuckin’—“ Sukuna lets out a satisfied sigh as his eager tip finally makes contact with your slimy folds. After all that teasing you did today, being able to simply touch his pussy was like drinking pure cold water after a boxing match. Or better yet, eating out your pussy after making you cum in your panties. “When you’re fuckin’ flaunting around your ass like it’s a trophy.”

Sukuna finishes his sentence, head almost thrown back as he looks down at your body that lit under the evening sky peeking out your window. “Was just joking, Kuna..” you tuck out your lips, brows furrowed as you look back at him. Your boyfriend gives you his sly smirk, filling up your sloppy pussy in one swift thrust. A scream rips from you, fingers gripping at air, trying to find something to stabilize yourself, “Won’t be after I fuck you right.”

He immediately begins pounding into you, holding you by your hips was the sounds of his balls hitting your skin get louder with each thrust. “Ngh! This is so dirty Kuna!” You snivel, wanting to desperately reach a back and push him away, but all you could do is lay your head into your arms and get fucked dumb into the floor. “Yea? Just like you ain’t it?” He mocks, licking his lips hungrily as he looks down at your ass.

The jiggles it makes with his thrusts are just so hot, a peek of his cock coated in your cum makes his muscles tighten under his tee. “Nuh uh! You’re— Oh!” You’re cut off with a wail after he spanks your ass, area red and heated in its aftermath. He rolls his hips, chuckling darkly, “Don’t wanna hear it sweetheart, keep yer head down while I fuck all of the desperateness outta this pussy.” Sukuna sneers, his hand moving from your ass to your arch.

The enchanting dip of your body is just too beautiful. And to think he’s being so mean. What a fucking exhilarating woman you are, making him think about making this up to you as he’s punishing you. But he won’t falter, not yet at least. He stops his body, ignoring your unpleasant whine and grazing his fingers along the skin of your back teasingly, wanting to caress the skin.

“C’mon Kuna.. hope you’re not tapping out.” You just love to keep him on his toes huh . He cuts out his “sappy shit”, hands going back to your waist with one going further back to your ready ass, just waiting for another hit of his hand. “Oh shut it, just lookin’ at you before I fuckin’ ruin you.”

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skumpitt · 2 years

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#Fallout 76 #Savage Divide

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yuujispinkhair · 1 month

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Bad Boy - Good Toy (Part 2)

His past self would have rolled his eyes at him for running back to you over and over again like some overly eager loser. But Sukuna simply cannot bring himself to give a fuck. Not when you are the only thing that can still make him feel something. The only thing that can still excite him

You can read Part 01 here

Pairing: Sub!Sukuna x Dom!Reader (female) Genre: smut, College AU Word Count: 5.5k Warnings: 18+, smut, degradation, humiliation, Sukuna is a brat, edging, cum-feeding, tip-fucking, use of a cockring, reader slaps Sukuna's balls, creampie, smoking cigarettes, mentions of former drug use, squirting, overstimulation, piss (Reader holds Sukuna's dick while he pees + makes him squirt). Reader calls Sukuna slut, fucktoy and fuckdoll. Unhealthy relationship dynamics. Reader and Sukuna don't talk about limits or safe words. Sukuna is ok with everything Reader does to him, but please be aware that this isn't the way a sub/dom relationship is supposed to be in real life. I just wanted things to be a bit fucked up in this story ;) Divider @/benkeibear

Sukuna isn't the same guy he was a few weeks ago. His past self would have rolled his eyes at him for running back to you over and over again like some overly eager loser. But he isn't his past self anymore, and this new version of him scans the crowd at every party until his gaze finally finds you. And this Sukuna 2.0 feels his pulse accelerate anytime your eyes meet, and you both smile those matching smiles that are too savage to ever be called sweet.

Finally, Sukuna enjoys those boring parties again. He greets you with a smirk and some teasing insult, and you do the same, and his veins fill with that excited tingle that he's been craving so badly. You lean against the wall next to him and tell him that he is dressed like a slut with the sleeveless shirt he is wearing, and Sukuna lights a cigarette for you without you having to ask him for it, handing it to you with a grin and a cocky reply.

He must be out of his mind, but just seeing your red lipstick marks on the filter of his cigarette makes Sukuna half-hard. It makes him imagine your lips wrapped around his cock, makes him imagine his dick and balls covered in your red lipstick marks. Sukuna wonders what he must do to ever get you to suck his dick. He low-key fears the answer. Fears it because he suspects that no matter how degrading it would be, he would do anything you ask of him. Maybe the fact that it is degrading is what makes him crave it.

Maybe that should worry him. But Sukuna simply cannot bring himself to give a fuck. Not when you are the only thing that can still make him feel something. The only thing that can still excite him.

You smoke the cigarette with him, and afterward, you drag him to a bedroom and use him for your own pleasure. Use his mouth, use his cock while calling him a slut and your cute fucktoy, and Sukuna feels like blackening out from how hard he cums. He busts fat load after load over himself while you laugh and mock him for it and tell him how pathetic he is. And he feels alive.

Sukuna knows that approaching you in bright daylight on campus after all the things he let you do to him should probably feel weird. Any sane guy would be ashamed and walk the other way when he spots you from afar.

Not Sukuna, though.

Just two days ago, you slapped his balls while teasing his cock with your fingertips, called him a dirty slut and a useless brat, and made him curse and cry out and nut all over himself when you teased and slapped him to a fucking messy orgasm.

And you laughed and called him your messy, pretty fuckdoll and leaned down to press a soft kiss to the cum-stained tip of his softening cock. The noise he made was so pathetic that Sukuna shudders when remembering it. But the moment you left, Sukuna pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of his cock, and he has jacked off five times already to the image of your red lipstick mark on his tip.

So, yeah, Sukuna assumes he should at least have the decency to blush when he walks up to you in the middle of a busy hallway. But he doesn't. Maybe he is a masochist like that, or maybe he simply is beyond caring.

You are pulling another package of that stupid strawberry bubble gum out of the vending machine as if you are the most angelic and innocent good girl. But Sukuna knows you aren't, and it drives him insane.

Just like it drives him insane that you have him wrapped around your little finger. But he can't help it. He wants to grin like an idiot because it feels so good to feel that excited buzz in his body when he looks at you. He is addicted to you. As if you are a special drug that was designed only for him. The only drug that can give him the high he so desperately craves.

He leans casually against the vending machine, smirking down at you. And you smile at him all devilish, look up at him, and blow a pastel pink bubble that smells much too sweet. The bubble pops, leaving a mess of sticky pink gum all over your lips, and Sukuna leans closer with a cat-like smirk and his low voice raspy and teasing,

"Look at you, princess. Such a messy girl, too, huh?"

You grin at him, taking a step closer, making your breasts brush lightly against him, and then you are suddenly on your tiptoes, and you are kissing him, and Sukuna's eyes fly wide open.

The moment is over too fast. Sukuna can barely treasure the feeling of your sticky lips and the warmth of your tongue as you shove the bubble gum into his mouth before you already pull away again.

You look at him with a knowing, mean little smirk.

"We both know who the real mess is, Sukuna, baby."

You reach up to cup his jaw and pat his tattooed cheek, adding in a fake sweet voice,

"Now be a good boy and chew it while you are in class. And while you do that, think about how I slapped your balls until you nutted everywhere and how cute you sounded during it. My messy boy."

Sukuna sits in class a while later and chews the gum that was in your mouth only a few minutes ago. He blows big fat pastel pink bubbles the same color as his hair while thinking about that short moment when your lips moved against his and your tongue was in his mouth, and he feels like groaning and burying his face in his hands. What the fuck is wrong with him?

It's another Saturday, another boring party that makes Sukuna want to burn down the whole dorm just to feel something.

He is sitting on the kitchen counter, downing a vodka shot while listening half-heartedly to his brother's excited chatter. Something about a new movie, or was it a manga? Sukuna has no idea. His gaze keeps straying through the crowd, searching for the cause of his sleepless nights and ruined, cum-stained sheets.

Finally, he sees you, and adrenaline instantly pumps through his veins. Excited pleasure pools in his groin and sizzles on his skin when he asks himself what degrading thing you will do to him today.

You disappear in the crowd again, and Sukuna decides to at least wait half an hour before he comes running after you like a puppy. He claps his brother on the shoulder and tells him to go find a pretty girl to fuck before they go home, pushes himself off the kitchen counter, and slowly strolls towards the door leading to the small backyard.

He smokes a cigarette while looking at the night sky and listening to the muffled sounds of the party, thinking how all of this bores him to death. Everything except a mean girl with a liking for strawberry bubble gum and his cigarettes.

Sukuna laughs under his breath and flicks the cigarette bud into some withered rose bush. Normally, he would never run after a girl. But damn, it feels so good to run after you. This role reversal is the most delicious thing that has happened to him since he started college.

He decides it's been long enough. He'll take a quick piss while he's out here anyway, and then he will go back inside and look for you. And when he finds you, he will offer you his cigarette and say something to rile you up, hoping you will punish him for it and chase his boredom away.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his dick, about to start peeing, when a familiar voice speaks up behind him.

"What are you doing out here, slut?"

An amused huff escapes Sukuna's lips, and he looks over his broad shoulder at the dimly lit porch, where you stand and look at him with that dangerous smile on your face. Sukuna isn't a fool. He knows this doesn't mean you are suddenly running after him. You are here to do something nasty to him, and it makes his chest fill with that electric anticipation that makes his head spin.

He gives you a playful glare, feeling the corners of his lips twitch when he asks,

"Geez. Can a guy take a piss in peace, or is that too much to ask?"

You cross your arms in front of your breasts and give him an exasperated look as if he said something dumb.

"Well, no. You can't take a piss in peace, Sukuna. Because you belong to me. Little fucktoys don't get to touch their cocks without my permission. I thought you knew that, you stupid boy."

You start walking toward him, and Sukuna's heart is hammering in his chest. His hand is still wrapped around his dick, not even having time to piss yet, when you stop behind him. Your arms sneak around his waist, hugging him, and Sukuna feels his breathing become heavier.

He can hear the sadistic joy in your voice when you tell him,

"Alright, you can do it now. I allow it."

A strangled-sounding noise reverberates in the back of Sukuna's throat. He wants to laugh. Is he seriously getting flustered like some loser just because you are standing behind him while he is about to piss? Fucking pathetic!

You chuckle, and your voice is dripping with cruel amusement,

"Come on, don't act shy now, baby. Go on, pee. Or do you need help? Does my pathetic little fuckdoll need his cock held while peeing?"

Sukuna's eyelids flutter, and a groan falls from his lips. Your small body is pressing against his back, one of your hands wanders from his waist to his hips, fingertips tracing his v-line for a second, and then your small hand brushes over his that's holding his dick.

Sukuna pulls his hand away, heart beating to his throat. And your small, warm hand wraps around his heavy, flaccid cock, holding it gently. Your lips are brushing against Sukuna's back, feeling warm even through his t-shirt,

"Do it, Kuna. Piss for me, baby. Make it nice and good for me. Can you do that? Can you let me feel how your pretty dick pees?"

He moans even as he lets himself go and starts peeing, his blood rushing loudly in his ears at the feel of your hand on his cock, holding it for him while he relieves his pressure,

"Such a good boy."

The growl Sukuna makes in the back of his throat is fucking embarrassing, but damn, he doesn't give a fuck. He would let the whole party watch how he gets his dick held while he pisses, if it means you will praise him for it.

You stroke him slowly as if milking his cock off his piss, and Sukuna curses under his breath, feeling himself grow hard in your small hand.

"Aww, does this excite you? Are you getting hard from having your dick held? You are so cute, Sukuna. Such a secret romantic, hm? Little, needy slut."

But you don't stop. You just keep rubbing Sukuna's cock, stroking him to a mind-blowing orgasm that makes him shoot his cum and some more piss all over the grass in hot sticky ropes.

You stroke it all out of him and keep going even after his orgasm has ebbed off, forcing him to give you another one. And Sukuna lets you. He just stands there while you pump his cock in your fist and whisper to him how dirty he is for liking this and laugh when he squirts all over the grass, messy and hot with his piss steaming in the cool night air.

You make him cum and squirt until his dick is flushed red and overly sensitive and twitches hotly in your small hand. And all the while, you rest your face against Sukuna's back and kiss him through his t-shirt, murmuring how nasty he is, how fucking dirty. And Sukuna groans into the night as his muscular thighs shake and another milky spurt of his cum drizzles down, making a mess all over his new leather boots.

Afterward, you laugh and bring your hand to your lips, looking at Sukuna as you lick his cum off your fingers, and somehow his chest feels so weird when he sees your tongue scoop up his thick milky cum, even while he sneers at you and drawls,

"Now look at you, princess. All nice and sweet, eating my cum like a good girl. Finally learned your place, huh?"

But you just giggle as if he made the world's dumbest joke and step up to him, press your body against him while his dick is still hanging out of his pants, pulsing from the overstimulation, and kiss him on the lips, pushing your tongue deep into Sukuna's mouth, feeding him his own cum, making him eat all of it.

Sukuna's eyes widen even as he automatically wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer. His own taste melts on his tongue, a mix of sweet and salty, and he growls against your lips like a fucking dog.

You laugh when you pull away, swiping a finger over his lips to catch some stray cum and push it back into his mouth,

"No, you eat it all up, sweetheart. Swallow it all down like a good little slut."

You kiss him again, press your small, soft body against his firm, tall figure, and caress your tongue against his almost tenderly, and Sukuna moans. Your small hands are on the back of his neck, scratching and caressing his undercut, making him tighten his muscular arms around you and pull you even closer against his body while he licks hungrily into your mouth until every last drop of his cum is gone.

You tuck him into his pants afterward, pat his cock through his jeans while smiling that devilish smile at him and telling him that it was cute that he squirted for you.

Sukuna stays in the backyard until Yuuji comes to look for him, smoking several cigarettes and letting the night air cool his flushed skin. Fuck, he hopes that one day you will let him push his cock into your pussy!

His wish gets fulfilled a week later. Well, a bit of it.

Sukuna is on his back on a stranger's bed while the muffled noises of the party drift to his ears through the closed door. And you are sitting on him, naked this time, with your pretty tits jiggling in front of Sukuna's face and your hot cunt drooling over his cock, where he is resting between your slick pussy lips.

"Only the tip, Sukuna."

"I'm not stupid. I heard you the first time you said it."

"Yeah, but I don't know if a brat like you can behave. So I have to say it several times."

Sukuna huffs at your snide words, but it turns into a groan when you grab his cock and slowly sink down on him excruciatingly slow. He smirks when he hears the gasp falling from your lips and sees your eyes cross when his fat mushroom head stretches your tight hole open. Fuck, he is proud of his long and thick dick all the time, but especially tonight. Especially when it is you who goes crazy on his fat cock.

You fuck yourself on his thick tip, using him for your own pleasure, moaning from lust as you tease yourself on Sukuna's velvety mushroom head. Your tits press against Sukuna's tattooed face, and he cups them with his hands and closes his warm mouth around your nipples, and teases them with his tongue piercing, making you moan softly.

Sukuna's hips buck, a low groan falling from his lips as his cock pushes further into your tight, hot cunt.

"Come on, princess. Just sit down on me. Just sit on my cock completely. Just use me!"

He sounds like a stranger to his own ears, too breathless, too needy. Begging like some pathetic virgin. And you just chuckle cruelly and yank on his hair.

"Damn it, Sukuna. I told you just the tip. Stop acting like a bitch in heat, you little slut."

You stop moving, and Sukuna stares up at you, horrified for a moment that you will get up and grab your clothes and leave him this riled up and horny. He is about to actually beg when you roll off him. But to his relief, you just lie down next to him and spread your legs, beckoning him over with a finger.

"Come here. Show me you can be a good fucktoy. Make me cum only with your tip. Show me that you know how to be a good boy."

This is fucking torture! Sukuna's pulse is racing, and his cock is leaking angrily all over himself as he stares at your spread legs, at your slicked-up cunt with the cute, puffy clit. Fuck, he imagines he can even smell you. Can smell your pussy's sweet aroused scent, your horniness, your desire for him.

It takes everything in Sukuna to hold back, but he wants to prove himself to you and wants to show you that he can be good. That he isn't some weak little loser who doesn't know how to play a game. All the other guys may lose control, but Sukuna refuses to do so. He will show you that he is the best you ever had! That he is worth your time!

And so Sukuna kneels between your shaking legs and does as you told him, takes his throbbing cock in his tattooed hand and rubs his swollen, leaking cockhead over your clit, before he pushes himself into your tight heat, only fucking you with the tip, pulling out again to rub your stiff clit with it and then tip-fucking you again over and over until your moans become all high-pitched and cute and he feels you tighten around his cockhead.

You cum all over him, pussy grabbing his tip and spasming around it, your juices gushing over him as your body shudders and you tremble violently.

Sukuna growls, tattooed thighs tensing up as his orgasm hits him unexpectedly, his cockhead pulsing his hot seed over your swollen little clit, painting it white.

Sukuna groans loudly at the sight, pumping his cock wildly, making the rest of his cum shoot out in strong heavy spurts over your belly and your gorgeous tits, bathing them in his sticky load.

He is breathing heavily, gaze wandering over the mess he left on your body, and you smile at him with that amused twinkle in your eyes,

"Aww, couldn't keep it in anymore, sweetheart? Did my little slut get too excited? You're always such a messy boy, Sukuna. Come on, clean your mess up with your tongue, baby."

And Sukuna does so with a grin on his face and a racing heartbeat in his chest. Cupping your tits with his large hands, licking them clean, sucking on your nipples while you pet his hair. He basks in the moans falling from your lips. You don't even stop him when he slips his right hand down between your legs and rubs your clit, and then pushes two fingers inside you, fucking you with his middle finger and ring finger until you cum on them, mewling loudly as you shudder beneath him.

He rubs your clit again afterward, slow and tender caresses, rubbing your whole orgasm out of you while you twitch in his arms and moan his name so sweetly. Sukuna feels so proud.

You pull him into a kiss, a real one, pushing your tongue into Sukuna's mouth, licking and caressing him while he still rubs your clit tenderly. He feels you shudder in his arms and swallows your moans with his tongue when you twitch against his fingers and soak them with your creamy arousal.

Tonight you don't get up and leave, but stay in Sukuna's arms for a whole hour, sharing a cigarette with him and snuggling against him and kissing him while his thigh is between your legs, pressed snuggly to your hot wet cunt, smearing your sweet juices all over his thigh tattoos.

You bite his bottom lip and give him a hickey right under his ear as if you are marking your territory, and Sukuna feels his pulse flutter. And it gets even worse when you whisper to him in a voice that leaves no room for doubt,

"You're not gonna put your dick into anyone else, Sukuna. You're only my little slut, you know that, right?"

And Sukuna nods and grabs your chin to shove his tongue into your mouth again, letting you suck on his tongue, piercing and tease his cockhead with only one fingertip until he pulses his sticky cum all over his abs once again.

You're standing next to Sukuna at another party at one of his brother's friend's dorm. You are both leaning against the living room wall, sharing a cigarette while watching the small crowd on the makeshift dancefloor make fools of themselves. The cigarette wanders from Sukuna's hand to yours and back again, sending that fucking nice electric feeling through him anytime your small fingers caress against his.

But you're in a foul mood tonight, Sukuna can tell.

It bugs him. He wants to kiss you right here to make you feel better, wants to push you up against the wall and shove his tongue into your mouth until you moan against his lips. He knows that afterward, you would tell him he is a needy slut for kissing you like that, but he wouldn't mind because, yeah, he is a needy slut when it comes to you.

But he doesn't do it. Instead, he just raises an eyebrow and smirks at you,

"Stop being so grumpy. It really ruins my fucking mood."

You give him a tired look and steal the cigarette from his lips.

"Shut up, brat."

Sukuna's smirk grows bigger, and he leans down, grinning as he licks a wet stripe up your neck and then murmurs into your ear,

"Let me fuck it all out of you, princess. My dick is the best cure. Let me give you a nice fat creampie. That will heal you."

You roll your pretty eyes and huff.

"Oh, don't be silly. You want to cum inside, baby? Then show me you deserve it."

"How?"

The smile that forms on your face is the kind that should send him running, but instead, Sukuna leans closer, brushing his lips over yours, his heart hammering in his chest, making him feel lightheaded.

You pull away, tilting your head to look deeply into his eyes.

"You like tattoos, don't you, Sukuna?"

Your fingers trail slowly over his biceps, tracing the tattooed black rings on them while you grin up at him like he stumbled into Alice's fucking Wonderland and you are the Cheshire Cat. You lean closer, your tits brushing against Sukuna's arm and your breath hot on his skin when you whisper in his ear in a voice sweet like honey,

"Get my name tatted on you. Prove to me that you know your place. That you know who you belong to."

Sukuna leaves the party feeling dizzy.

He smokes cigarette after cigarette on his way home while his head is spinning. He knows this is a bad idea. He knows he should stop playing this stupid game the two of you are playing, but damn, how is he supposed to stop when it feels so fucking good?

This is a challenge, and maybe you think he will be scared off. Hell, every sane person would tell you that you are crazy! Every sane person would say no. But the thing is, Sukuna isn't like anyone else. He isn't like those little, scared boys. He will show you! Will show you that he is worth your time, that he is worth your pussy! That he isn't one of those fucking losers who back down!

He smirks maniacally as he lets the empty cigarette package fall to the ground and kicks it across the rainy street.

You dared him, and he is not going to puss out. He is Sukuna! He doesn't lose! He doesn't back down! You want to play games? Well, he can play too, and the thing is, Sukuna always plays to fucking win!

He comes back to you a week later, grinning like a madman, when he lifts up his t-shirt to show you the small tattoo of your name on his abs.

You lift your head to smile at him, that dangerous smile that screams trouble, and yet Sukuna also sees some real emotion in it. You approve of what he did. You are proud of him. You are happy. It makes him so hard that his cock aches from pressing so much against his tight black jeans.

You chuckle softly as you lean closer,

"You really did it, huh? Are you really that desperate for me, Kuna? So cute."

Sukuna's lips twitch, and he rolls his eyes, blowing out the smoke of his cigarette.

"Don't act like seeing your name on my skin doesn't make you cream your little panties. You want me so bad, that you wanted me to get a tattoo for you, sweetheart. So who is more desperate, huh?"

"Oh, that's easy, baby. Always you, my pretty doll. I only see one idiot who got the other's name tattooed onto himself. And it's not me."

You grin at Sukuna and grab his chin, pressing his cheeks together, making him blow the cigarette smoke out and into your face. There's a fluttery feeling in his stomach when you press your lips against his, capturing the smoke with your mouth, kissing him, and inhaling the smoke he just exhaled.

You pull away again, and you smile at him, all sweet and dangerous,

"Ok."

Sukuna cocks his head and raises an eyebrow at you,

"Ok, what?"

"I'll let you finish inside me."

Sukuna feels a huge grin spread over his face, and his large hands land on your waist, but you shake your head,

"Not now. Next week."

Your eyes sparkle in that way that Sukuna knows means trouble as you get on your tiptoes and whisper in his ear,

"And I forbid you to jack off until then. Save it all up for me. A big fat nut for my pussy."

You press a kiss onto his neck, far too gentle for the nasty thing you just murmured in his ear, and Sukuna groans out loud.

Sukuna is in heaven and in hell at the same time.

You are on his bed. Not some stranger's bed at some shitty party in a dorm that he wants to set on fire. No, tonight you are in Sukuna's bed.

You're under him, your legs wrapped around his hips, your hands on his ass, your fingernails digging deeply into his taut muscles, your head thrown back on Sukuna's pillow, your mouth opening in loud moans and delirious mewls.

Sukuna feels so fucking proud. Fuck, of course, he knows he is good in bed. He is the best fuck anyone can ever wish for! He has been told so by countless girls. But this here, this is better than anything else! Seeing you like that, seeing you enjoying his cock like that, is a special flavor or euphoria. It makes him feel high. It makes his veins sizzle with arousal. It makes his balls so fucking taut.

And that's the fucking hellish part of this. Sukuna feels like busting the fattest nut ever after saving it all up for a whole week just like you told him to, but now he's shooting blanks because you decided to torture him even more.

He should have known. He should have known that you would come up with something cruel again. You smiled like such a pretty little devil at him when you walked into his room, kissed him with tongue, and then sat on his bed and pulled that cockring out of your bag.

You slid it onto his half-hard dick and stroked him to full horny hardness afterward, a twisted smile on your face while you teased him with little kisses on his swollen tip, smearing your red lipstick all over him, driving him absolutely fucking insane while cooing at him how cute he was like that.

"You are such a pretty boy, Sukuna. Really looking like such a doll for me. That's what you were made for, hm? Being a pretty little fucktoy that I can use any way I want."

And then you made him fuck you with the cockring on. Such a fucking farce! Of course, Sukuna complained. Of course, he bared his teeth and glared at you, hissed at you all desperate and pissed off and dizzy with arousal,

"You told me I can nut in you! What the fuck?"

But of course, he still grabbed your hips and pulled you towards him. Of course, he pushed his throbbing cock into your deliciously wet pussy. Of course, he let out a loud growl when he felt your tight hot cunt around his cock. Of course, he rolled his hips against yours, even while you sneered up at him,

"Aww, look how upset you are, baby. So cute. Shut up, toy! Put your pretty cock in me and make me cum on him. Look, I have to make sure my pretty little fuckdoll doesn't cum too soon. You are here for my enjoyment, Sukuna. Don't mix things up. Once you made me happy with your pretty cock, I will let you nut. As a reward for being a good fucktoy."

And fuck, he is making you happy with his cock. You are squealing his name when he bucks his hips against you, knowing exactly where to hit to rub your g-spot. Sukuna has already made you cream on his cock two times, soaking his sheets with your squirt.

But all that Sukuna gets are dry orgasms. He is breathing heavily, grunting and growling, shooting blanks into you, his balls aching and his head spinning. He didn't realize it until now, but the wet sobs filling his bedroom are coming from him.

Sukuna never thought he would ever be reduced to this. A sobbing horny mess with aching balls and a throbbing cock that's so fucking useless, unable to cum for real, unable to offer him any relief. But fuck, it feels so good. It makes his pulse race, makes his every fiber feel so fucking alive, and he wouldn't want it any other way. No one else can give him that mix of pain and pleasure that you do. No one else can drive him crazy like you do.

He moans loudly, letting it all out as his bed hits the wall, and you tighten around him again, screaming incoherently as you cum on his cock again.

Your eyes open, and you look up at him, a dazed look in your eyes, fucked to heaven on Sukuna's cock, a little contented smile playing around your lips.

You grab Sukuna's sweaty hair and pull him into a kiss. Whisper against his lips, kiss the tears off his face that he realizes, to his utter horror, ran down his tattooed cheeks, and coo at him,

"Look how cute you can be, Sukuna. Look how good a bad boy like you can be. Such a perfect little fuckdoll. So pretty and obedient. God, you made me so happy with your pretty dick."

You laugh, sounding exhilarated. Your small hands run down Sukuna's buff pecs and his abs, making him shudder. You don't stop until your hand reaches the fresh tattoo on his abs, tracing your name on his firm muscles with your fingertips.

"You can cum inside me now. You earned it."

And Sukuna sobs with relief.

He pulls out of you and sits back on his knees, groaning at the loss of your tight wet cunt around him. But you finally take the cockring off his swollen cock.

You wrap your hand around him, rubbing him slowly, making him growl because he is scared he will explode all over your hand, begging you to please, please let him push back inside you. A desperate mess, with tears running down his tattooed cheeks.

A low, desperate moan escapes his lips when you finally tell him,

"Now, push your pretty cock back inside, baby. You can finish inside. Nut it all into me."

And Sukuna pushes you down and rams his aching hard dick deep into you, making both of you hiss.

You stroke his full balls while Sukuna ruts needily into you like an animal in a fucking rut. He's mounting you with deep, rough thrusts, grunting and moaning, feeling like he is high. Fucking you so hard that your tits bounce wildly, and you moan those breathless moans that drive him insane.

But Sukuna is louder than you. Moaning it all out, probably making his brother curse him on the other side of the wall, but fuck, he is in fucking heaven, and he doesn't want to hold back.

His balls tighten, and Sukuna cries out brokenly, eyes pressing shut as stars explode behind his closed eyelids, and he shudders violently on top of you. Nutting so hard and long that he almost blacks out.

And you are kneading his muscular ass firmly with one hand while the other caresses his heavy balls, massaging them, making him growl while you moan and tighten around his cock again,

"Come on, little fucktoy, give me everything! All that fat nasty nut so deep inside me."

Your words get slurred at the end as your pussy clenches wildly around him, and you squeal again in horny joy, milking Sukuna's cock empty with your wild orgasm while Sukuna moans and whimpers and snaps his hips against you, fucking you deep and nasty and spurting his whole orgasm into your already overflowing pussy.

He can't stop fucking into you, making his milky cum ooze out between his cock and your cunt, making it trickle messily onto his bedsheets until you are lying in a small messy puddle of it.

Sukuna slumps on top of you with a low, satisfied groan. He can feel your small hands running up and down his broad back. Your legs are still wrapped tightly around his waist as if you never want to let go of him again, keeping him right here between your legs, his dick buried balls deep in your hot, creamy and cum-filled cunt.

You chuckle and pet his hair and whisper in his ear,

"You fucked me so good, baby. And your cum feels so nice and warm inside me, do you know that? You're such a bad boy but also such a good toy, huh, Sukuna? Such a cute little fucktoy only for me. Do you want to stay like that for a while? With your pretty dick deep in me?"

Sukuna can feel your mocking little smile against his ear as his hips buck against you again involuntarily, and a needy, wet noise falls from his lips as he tells you that, yes, he wants that. You only make him say "please" once before you grab his chin and kiss him while you squeeze your cunt around him, and Sukuna thinks he might actually be in love.

I MIGHT BE IN LOVE TOO AAHHAHAAAH ;) Thank you so much for all the nice/horny feedback on Part 01!! I hope you enjoyed Part 02 too 💗💗

This AU was SO much fun to write! I love fucktoy Sukuna, and I want to be this Reader so bad! She is truly living such an exciting life, and who wouldn't want Sukuna as their personal little fucktoy? ;) I am glad I could experience the feeling through this AU, and I hope you could enjoy it, too!!

Thank you so much for reading 💗💗 Comments and reblogs would be very sweet!

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Solar Flare (Feyd-Rautha x Reader)

Summary: Chosen as the bride of na-Baron Feyd-Rautha, Y/N finds herself at the hands of the sadistic na-Baron who seems keen on having his bride on their wedding night...

Warnings: 18+ only, NSFW, arranged marriage, DUBCON/ pinv sex, fingering, loss of virginity, brief knife kink, small breeding kink, crude language, forced arranged marriage

A/N: I took inspiration from S1 GoT with Khal Drogo and Daenarys' relationship lol, can you tell I love that show?

Open to further parts in the future

Dividers by @firefly-graphics Banner by @vase-of-lilies

Geidi Prime was so different from her own world, one that was known for its windy, sunny atmosphere where nearly anything thrived in the fertile soil; she looked out the window of the bedroom she was in, seeing how the black sun of the planet truly blotted out any color. She could hear the hum of life within the ship as she awaited for her brother to summon her, to see if her fate would be sealed or not.

She wore a simple satin dress of a lavender shade, her hair loose and held back by two simple braids with some bells that hung from it as it was a fashion trend in her planet. Y/N sucked in a breath as she recalled her reason for being on Geidi Prime, that reason being that her brother was selling her off like a broodmare to the na-Baron of House Harkonnen.

She had heard the rumors of Feyd-Rautha, the sadistic nature of the man and it made her tremble in fear as she thought about it.

Knock. Knock.

Turning her head, Y/N looked at the bedroom door, watching it slid open to reveal her handmaid, Illaria.

"Your brother is calling for you", she said, Y/N felt her hands go sweaty as she knew why he was calling her.

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"Where is he?" her brother asked, inpatient.

They were outside their ship on the landing pad where Houses meet, the bright light from their ship fought back the black-white filter that the black sun gave. She stood slightly behind her brother as he grumbled, she knew he was doing this to gain more Spice, the man was addicted to it.

"The Harkonnens are not known for their puncuality", her brother's advisor, Minos replied.

Minos was an overweight man with a long beard that nearly went past his heavy stomach.

Y/N looked between the two men chatting before seeing the Harkonnens, her heart skipped a beat as Minos joyfully went to greet them; she saw the large, menacing figure of the Baron, how slumped in his floating seat he was. She saw all of their ghastly pale skin and hairless appearance that differed from the beauty standard of long, thick hair on her planet.

And it was then she saw him: Feyd-Rautha, he was similar to his kin with the white skin and bald head, dark eyes that were sinister and she swore she saw black teeth.

"Do you see him?" her brother whispered, gripping her arm. "Feyd-Rautha is the fiercest warrior in the universe, they say he's never been defeated in battle. Of course, he's a Harkonnen and a savage... but you're going to be his na-Baroness."

He chuckled just as Minos called out to her to join him where the House stood.

Slowly, she made her way to where Minos was and she saw Feyd locking eyes with her. When she got to where Minos was, he moved her a little in front of her just as Feyd walked up to her, staring down at her.

He had a lean figure, she noted as he stared at her with his black eyes and she saw his tongue lick his bottom lip as he stared. His skin was practically white from the planet and she saw he had a slightly protruding eyebrow bone but he was a handsome man, a psychotic man but handsome.

She stared into his ink-black eyes, the smell of the polluted air of the planet going into her nose as he stared back into her own E/C eyes. His eyes trailed her full figure, taking in her hair and appearance as they stared at one another for what felt like an eternity before he turned to his uncle and walking away with the others following behind.

Y/N felt herself let out a breath as she lived, he hadn't killed her.

"Wait! Did he like her?" her brother cried out, rushing to where they were.

Y/N blinked at the interaction as Minos said, "he liked her."

"How could you tell?"

"Trust me, Feyd Rautha makes it known when he does not like a woman."

"Well then, when is the wedding?" her brother asked, Minos looked at her.

"Soon", Minos said, Y/N felt dread at his answer.

Soon enough, the wedding to her Harkonnen groom came and it was an event. Fireworks were booming as in one of the many Grand Halls, drums were beat up as the music was loud as she sat near her now husband, who was taking pleasure in watching a fight between two men over a woman commenced. Y/N held back a grimace as she looked around and saw the table where the food was, she prayed that the meats on that table weren't human.

Minos mumbled that if there were no fights during a Harkonnen wedding, then it was not a wedding. The ceremony had been a brief one with the Baron, himself, officiating the ceremony and dark, throaty singing in the background as he talked of how she was now Feyd-Rautha's in body and mind, that her will was now his and her duty to produce heirs.

Feyd, himself, had been dressed in a black leather ceremonial suit that was fitted to his body while Y/N had been forced in an tight, silk dress that had slits on either side of her body, a deep cleavage bearing neck line and the veil she had been given to wear trailed behind her in a long train.

The maids that had gotten her ready had told her that Feyd had found her fuller figure appealing hence the dress and her hair hung down as she was also told her enjoyed that as well.

Y/N saw one of the attendees grab a rather bloody piece of dark meat from the table and she recalled the cannibalistic nature of Geidi Prime; the festivities proceeded before suddenly, Feyd stood up and she swallowed her spit as her breath got caught.

She had hoped he would turn to his concubines for the wedding but it seemed he truly wanted to consummate their marriage and Y/N felt her heart beating faster as the music, as everything stopped.

Feyd was waiting for her down the steps as everyone stared at her, she slowly got up as she felt her eyes want to water. He held a hand out and Y/N slowly walked down the steps, feeling the stares of everyone as she grasped his hand before letting out a small squeal as the man threw her over his shoulder without effort.

The room erupted into laughter and clapping, music picking up as Feyd walked around, carrying her around like she was some prized animal he hunted. The attendees were enjoying the show as Y/N felt a sense of humiliation before it was finally over and he walked them out of the hall.

It was silent with the exception of the fireworks.

"Are you frightened?"

His voice was raspy and Y/N swallowed, "N-No husband."

His footsteps echoed in the hall as his voice teased, "You should be, I could easily feed you to my pets and be done with it, wife."

Y/N blinked rapidly as tears welled up in her eyes, "I believe that would not be in your best interest."

She hadn't even realized they made it inside his bedroom until he tossed her onto a bed, she was surprised by the softness of the bed and the coolness of the sheets.

Feyd smirked at her as he stared down at her before climbing over her, a cold knife slid up against her cheek as she stared into his eyes.

"And why is that, my na-Baroness?"

"Are your pets worthy enough of bearing you a strong heir?"

He slid the knife down until it nicked her skin, a hiss of pain escaped her lips as Feyd stared at her.

"What makes you believe that you can carry my heir, hm?"

His thumb pressed on the cut, making the blood from the cut come out more before he brought his thumb to his mouth, licking it off.

"You'll have to find out", she responded back.

Feyd smirked before crashing his lips on her, her eyes closed as a heat came up on her face as the hunger his kiss conveyed consumed her and she fisted his clothes as he dominated the kiss. She tried her best to kiss back before Feyd pulled away, a thin strand of saliva connecting their mouths as Y/N panted.

"Your brother was right in his bragging, you truly have never had a man."

Feyd seemed proud in his statement as he used the knife to rip the bodice of her dress, exposing her breasts to him and he seemed pleased at their appearance as he brought his mouth down one of her buds, sucking on it harshly and sliding the knife over the other. The coldness of the knife made her nipple harden and the sensation of Feyd's mouth of her breast made her cunt begin to throb in a painful way and she felt a wetness begin.

She watched him toss the knife away as the hand that held the knife dove under her skirts, the Harkonnen man ripping and tear at the skirt with his hand as he fisted her panties before tearing them down her plump thighs.

Her heart was beating in her chest, she was experiencing so many emotions: fear... confusion... lust.

She felt his cold fingers probe at her cunt, a smirk coming on his face as he pushed her legs open before his swiped a finger through her lips; she felt a odd sensation, a throb of electricity go through her as he pressed a calloused thumb to her swollen clit and pushed two fingers into her hot, slick walls.

Y/N couldn't help but arch her back and her eyes flutter at the sensation of Feyd beginning to literally fuck his fingers into her, rubbing harsh circles on her clit that seemed to light her body on fire.

She clutched his shoulders as she cried out as she felt him massage his fingers into her as he chuckled.

"Such a little whore you are, wife", he rasped, "I haven't even shoved my cock into you and you're already mewling like a whore."

It was true, her toes where curling as she moaned and gasped.

"Wonder how you'll be once you have a cock in you."

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Feyd was determined, Y/N would later conclude towards having her carry his heir was her legs had been thrown over the lean man's shoulders. He was pressing down hard into her, his hips brutally slapping into her as he let out these animalistic growls and groans.

She clung to him, fingers digging into his flesh as the pleasure that rocked through her body overwhelmed her.

The intrusion of his cock when it first entered her in one rough thrust had stung, tears had pricked her eyes for those brief moments of pain, but now it was tears of tears that rang down her round cheeks.

She panted and moaned, back arching, "Feyd!"

"Let everyone hear you", he demanded, "I want them to hear who you belong to."

She squealed as she felt another orgasm come over her, having lost count of the many he had already forced out of her body.

"I want them to hear who's heir is being bred into you."

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