Time For A Break || Steven Grant X Fem!Reader Drabble

Time For a Break || Steven Grant x fem!Reader drabble

Summary: You've been studying for hours. Steven gives you some smooches to distract you and make you take a break

Warnings: none 🥰

Word count: ~ 600

Authors: Cass & Rouge

While making the tea Steven watched you from the kitchen.

Sitting on the couch with a thick book in your hands, you were completely focused on your work.

He was proud. Of course he was, since you worked hard to become a doctor. Sometimes you were taking it too far, but it was just your little dream. According to him, at least. "Maybe you should take a break," Steven suggested, but no response was forthcoming, since you were too focused. He walked to you with two mugs of tea in his hands, sighing. After placing both mugs on the little coffee table, he kissed your cheek and said, "Hey, Y/L/N. Can you find a few minutes for your beloved man?"

You turned your head to give him a look while massaging your temples.

There was a look of concern on Steven's face.

You reached out your hand and rubbed his shoulder, a reassuring smile on your face. "Don't be concerned, Steven. I have an extremely critical oral exam coming up next week, and I need to be fully prepared if I am to get a high grade." You picked your mug and took a few sips of the hot liquid, smiling to yourself - Steven knew exactly how to make your favorite tea, not too bitter, not too sweet, just right.

"Don't tell me not to be concerned when you didn't hear me just a moment ago and you have been stuck in those books since morning," Steven said and placed one more kiss on your cheek, and then lips. "You need a break."

"Baby, I can't take a break. Once I get distracted, I'll have to skip learning for today."

"Don't be silly, luv. An hour or two won't stop you from learning. It will refresh this pretty head of yours."

A blush appeared in your cheeks as you chuckled softly. "Maybe you're right..."

He nodded, gently patting your shoulder with his hand. "Of course I am right. You should give your head a rest so you can learn even more."

You put the mug back on the table and laid on the couch, placing your head on his lap.

Steven moved a hand through your hair as he hummed, "That's a lot better than reading all the time, innit?"

"Are you proud of me?"

He nodded, "Of course I am proud of you. You do so much, you work hard. But I am also mad at you."

"Mad?" You looked up at him, frowning.

Steven shook his head as he said, "Yes. You overexert yourself. I swear I hear you reciting those books of yours while we are in bed."

"I don't!" You protested loudly.

Just recently, I heard you muffle and mutter something about the brain and how it works. Hearing all about that gray matter or something was a tad creepy and graphic," Steven pretended to shiver. "It was like sleeping with some sort of crazy serial killer."

"Maybe deep down I am one," you teased, reaching out to stroke his cheek. "I love you so much, Steven. Thank you for all of your concern, that's adorable."

"Well, I care about you and your well-being because I love you," Steven smiled and kissed your palm. "And you seriously overwork yourself lately."

I'll consider a longer break if you offer me one of your sweet smooches."

Laughter filled the air as Steven leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your lips. "I love you."

You gave the kiss back and smiled as he straightened his back again. "I love you too. Thank you for everything."

My deflowering || Steven Grant x Reader (First Person POV)

Summary: After dating Steven for a few months, you felt needy and so you decided - the next time he wants to have some fun with you, you'll let him have whatever he craved for so long

Word count: ~ 2420

Rating: explicit (+18)

Warnings: smut (deflowering + 69)

Authors: Fenrir & Rouge

It was a mutual feeling - we were both nervous as hell, but ready to move forward. It had been on my mind for a while, but I had been too worried about getting it right because this was going to be my first time.

Steven was the man of my dreams - he was smart, he made me laugh like no one else, he was sexy, and he was serious when he needed to be. Adding to his charming personality was his passion for history.

We took things slowly. Kissing and petting took up a great deal of his time, which made me want him even more. Even so, we continued slowly; after all, I was a few years younger than him, and Steven claimed: "there is no need to rush things." I appreciated his desire for me to get ready, without pressuring me. I admired him deeply.

My favorite part of the day was lying in bed with him; I loved being cradled in his strong, caring arms. It was comforting to feel his body against mine. His heat warmed my heart and ignited a fire in me that I had never experienced before.

The first time Steven laid hands on me will always be a memory of the first time we started using our tongues to please one another. While watching a movie at his place, I felt the familiar tingling between my legs. As the wet spot rapidly grew between my thighs, I moved around in my seat, growing uncomfortable.

My heart melted when he asked, "What's wrong?"

His tone was soothing, making me want him even more. While biting my bottom lip, I glanced at him and then threw my best bedroom eye at him. His face lit up like he had just won the lottery. Steven knew I was horny; with the growing bulge I could feel pressing against my leg, I knew he was getting there too.

He asked in a tone of voice different from normal; his soft caring tone had now turned deep and rushed. "Is my little Y/N horny?"

"Yes." I laid back down, giggling a little. "What are you going to do about it?"

As he lowered his lips to meet mine, he smiled. His feather soft caresses sent bolts of electricity through my skin as soon as our lips touched. A deep moan escaped me as he rubbed my nipples through the fabric of my shirt and bra, causing them to harden almost instantly. To remove clothes from my upper body, I pushed him off a bit.

Likewise, he stripped down to his now tight boxer shorts. Standing straight, he scanned my body with his eyes.

As I licked my lips and silently beckoned him towards me, Steven could see my chest heaving up and down. Grant obeyed, as he always does, and he bent down once more to kiss me.

Though this time the kiss was deeper, more passionate and desperate; our tongues met and danced together as I grabbed a large tuft of his hair between my fingers and tugged on it ever-so-lightly while we made out.

Steven's hand made its way up my body once more, searching for, and finding, my erected nipple, after what seemed like an eternity of innocent bliss. He rubbed it a little. In the process, he placed his leg over mine and slowly rubbed his very erect cock against my trembling leg.

When he put his head against my neck, grinding a bit harder, Steven let out a soft moan into my ear; his hot breath filling me, claiming me as his own - making me crave that same breath on and around my pussy. My words were breathless and drawn out, "Go down on me."

He raised his head and looked me in the eye. "Are you sure, babe?"

I simply nodded; I had known all along that I wanted his head to be buried between my thighs but had been too timid to come out and say it.

Steven smirked mischievously and kissed me down my neck, along my collarbone, and over my breasts as he descended. In addition to licking, kissing and biting my nipples, he also made me even wetter, so much so that I could feel dribbling down my thighs.

With his kisses reaching my belly button, I was filled with the most intense lust and craving for sexual pleasure I had ever experienced. Steven was closer than ever to tasting what he was doing to me as my clit throbbed to the beat of my heart. My legs tensed up as he made his way over my hip, and my knees locked. I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my body, making my heart skip several beats at once.

With a smile plastered across his face, Steven said, "Y/N, calm down. Let me actually get to your pussy before you cum."

I blushed crimson red. I was embarrassed, but he took it as a sign of how much I wanted him.

I looked deep into his love-struck eyes as I smiled innocently. My left hand touched the back of his head as I urged him to continue, which he did immediately.

My eyes closed as his soft lips continued to caress my skin, his tongue making brief appearances along my body.

As he worked lower and lower, kissing around but not touching my pussy, I rolled fully onto my back and let out a soft moan. My legs were forced to open by his kisses, albeit by magic.

His tongue darted across my goosebumps-covered thighs, then across my knee. For a moment, he looked up at me. His face was flushed, and his eyes were filled with lust and craving for my body. "I love you," Steven whispered into the soft flesh of my thigh, as he pressed his lips there.

I changed my deep breaths into words. I replied, "I love you too."

His kisses reached up to my pussy, still covered in my lacy panties, and his tongue writhed around to stroke my tender skin throught the fabric. Each of his tongue strokes brought me closer and closer to orgasm, and I knew that once his mouth was upon my wet, swollen clit, I wouldn't be able to contain myself.

Steven’s skilled fingers easily pushed the material of my panties aside as he began to rub and stroke my pussy lips as if on cue. As my juices soaked into his fingers, he made them slippery and moist. Despite his teasing and his attempt to get me to ask for release, I would not. As he continued to touch my wet pussy, he parted its lips and rubbed my wet slit. He ran his finger all around my clit without touching it. Each time he neared, I arched my back and exhaled sharply.

He made me cum because I couldn't take this constant, cruel teasing any longer. I wanted to feel his tongue probe my warm, wet, tight pussy. I wanted him to carefully slide his fingers inside me and rub my sensitive spot. I wanted him to want me just as much as I wanted him.

After placing my hands over his hair, I gently pressed his face against my pussy before he could protest. "I just want your tongue to touch my aching pussy so badly."

I felt as he propped himself up on his elbows; I thought that he didn't want to continue. It was as if he just wanted to leave me there panting and slick with my own release.

"I know, Y/N. I need you just as much." And with that Steven knelt on his knees, his very erect penis gleefully escaping the fabric of his boxers as Grant pushed them down his legs. His dick popped out and stood at full attention; his head purple and slick with salty, pre-cum, throbbing already. It too craved contact.

I asked shyly, "Can you touch it for me?" It's always been a great thrill for me to see Steven touching himself; I loved seeing his eyes closed tightly as his hand worked back and forth across his shaft. I enjoyed the loud animalistic noises he made any time he was about to cum. Mostly, though, I loved watching the jets of thick, white cum erupting from his quivering member. It was thrilling to see him jerk every last drop out, as well as the shudders that lasted for a long time after he had climaxed.

Seeing me touching myself, Steven smiled and permitted me to do so. As he sat on his knees, he moved his hand over to his cock. As his hand touched the shaft, he grunted.

Hearing and seeing this sent me into a sensory overload. After grabbing hold of my clit, my fingers began working on it. I rubbed it in small circles, flicked and pinched it as Steven instructed, and my body climbed ever higher toward the summit. Whenever I hit that particularly sensitive spot of my clit, where the hood didn't cover it, he could tell I was close by the beads of sweat that formed on my forehead.

"That's it baby," He urged. "Cum for me, little kitten." His pet-calling was driving me insane, and he knew that. He knew how much I enjoyed being called all those sweet nicknames. That I was here for no other purpose than to satisfy his every need, that I was only here to make him feel good.

"Who's my dirty, little kitten?" Grant asked. When I didn't respond right away, he asked me again, this time his tone was much firmer and erotic. "I asked, who is my dirty, little kitten?"

"I am." I replied, panting hard as I crept closer to climax.

As he began to move his hand over his cock more quickly, he smiled. Steven tilted his head forward and thrust his hips, he whispered, "I'm close, Y/N."

I decided to try something we hadn't done before in order not to waste that hot load. "How about a sixty-nine?" I asked shyly, a blush covering my cheeks.

Steven laid comfortably on the bed, waiting for me to straddle his face.

My legs trembled and I immediately sat up and pulled my panties down, throwing them aside. My knee went over his head as I straddled him as gently as I could, letting out a tiny moan.

Then he dove right in. As I moved my hips to match his rhythm, he began lapping at my juices, his strong hands kneading the flesh of my ass.

It was the first time anyone had ever put their head between my thighs, and I was drooling. Having his tongue move over my clit, sending me to the edge of an orgasmic trance was the best feeling I had ever experienced. He filled me up just enough with his fingers. Whenever he touched me, every part of my body tensed and shook. The feeling was divine. I rolled my head back and moaned his name loudly, playing a little with my breasts.

When I opened my eyes, I saw his hard member throbbing. I leaned down and hungrily took as much as I could into my mouth. Even though it made me gag at first, I wanted it all. As good as he was making me feel, I wanted to make him feel the same. I stroked his balls with my free hand, making him moan into my pussy; the vibrations tickled it.

On his cock, I bobbed my head back and forth, savouring the taste of his precum. I could feel his balls tensing up in my hand as he began slipping his tongue into my core. "Baby, I'm gonna cum." Steven soon breathed through my pussy, making me go crazy.

When I continued to visualize him spurting that gorgeous cum that I was about to swallow for the first time today, the familiar tingling in my clit began. I let go of his balls and grabbed his hips, pulling his cock fully into my mouth. I began pushing his cock balls-deep in and out of my mouth.

Like a tidal wave hitting the shore, the first wave of ecstasy swept over me. I felt numb throughout my whole body, and it took me away from myself. As my clit became too sensitive to touch, I kept grinding my pussy against his face.

He pulled away from me and pushed me off of him.

I asked breathlessly, "What are you doing?" I anticipated tasting his delicious cum. When he spoke, I sat up.

'Lay down, kitten. Today you are going to be full.” And with that, he planted a large, soft kiss directly on my lips.

I loved being able to taste myself on his tongue. It was sweet, salty, and almost bitter.

With his knee, Steven separated my legs and positioned himself between them, rubbing his throbbing member against my entrance.

Having craved it for so long, I was panting at that point.

As if waiting for my permission, Steven looked straight into my eyes.

Nodding my head, I instinctively grabbed the sheets and began to fist them.

I was slick enough for him to slide in me easily. My head rolled back as I cried his name, barely breathing. "Oh my God, Steven!"

Steven leaned forward and closed my lips with a kiss.

I had no choice but to moan loudly, fisting the sheets beneath me as he rocked his hips back and forth, stretching my pussy. Soon, I was a moaning mess beneath his strong body.

He kept on steady pace, pushing himself fully in me, slowly and carefully to not hurt me in any way, grunting and cursing from time to time. His head leaned down and he caught one of my nipples between his teeth.

I was tight enough to drive him crazy pretty quickly.

Soon, his hips stuttered, his grunts became louder and Steven pulled out of me, cumming all over my abdomen with a final, roaring grunt. He laid down beside me and we both took time to recover; he was shuddering and still breathing like he had just run a marathon.

I was there, nuzzling to his broad chest, inhaling his scent and shaking all over my body after having the very first intercourse in my life. I was so happy he was the one to deflower me. I trusted him with my life; I knew he would never hurt me. But most of all, Steven Grant was the man I loved dearly.

A Haircut || Kyojuro Rengoku x reader

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary: Flame Hashira is in desperate need of a haircut after returning from a successful mission.

Warnings: none

Word count: 1024

Pairing: Kyōjurō Rengoku x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir A/N: a creation I found on Instagram served as inspiration for this fic ❤️ ~ Cass

You knew he'd be late, really late, but that didn't keep you from waiting. All you wanted to do after returning from a mission not long ago was see your love and mentor.

Since everyone else at Rengoku estate had fallen asleep a long time ago, you decided to sit on the egawa and read the book you bought on your way back. The weather was pleasant, and the soft light from the lantern made the wait bearable.

Kyōjurō's heavy footsteps could be heard on the porch. He walked slowly to the door, trying not to wake anyone, until he noticed you, sitting comfortably on egawa. "Y/N, is it late and you're not sleeping?"

"I couldn't wait to see you in the morning. I just missed you too much," as you said this, you lifted your head from the book and blinked, your brows furrowed. You were used to seeing him return in poor health; fighting demons wasn't easy, but this was the first time Kyōjurō looked like that. He stood there in front of you, his left cheek cut and still bleeding slightly, but what surprised you the most was that the hair on the same side was cut in a strange way. With his hair so uneven, he looked odd. "What occurred?"

"Nothing special. As you know, demons can be nasty," he smiled and pressed his hand against his bleeding cheek. "Don't worry, my hair will regrow and the cut will heal."

"I've been worried about you since the first time I saw you," you told him as you rose to your feet. "Let's go inside and deal with this cut."

Rengoku followed you inside, albeit reluctantly. "It's not necessary, Y/N."

"It is necessary for me. It's still gushing," you told him as you rolled your eyes, sitting him on the tatami mats. "It needs to be cleaned and covered. It'll only take a second."

He sat in the room, expecting you to come back with something to clean the cut on his cheek.

You soon returned with a small box containing everything required to treat his injury. You pressed a disinfectant-soaked cotton ball against his cheek. "It's a shame it also got your hair..."

"Apparently, sharp claws can have a very wide reach," Kyōjurō joked, shaking his head slightly. "Don't be concerned, it'll grow back soon."

"You should get a haircut then," you concluded with a smile. "I'm not going to let you walk around like that."

"No," he said, shaking his head with a wide grin on his lips. "This gorgeous, magnificent hair isn't going anywhere."

"Kyo? I adore you and your hair, but you look ridiculous in this. Because the demon only got to the left side, I cut your hair a little on the right side to make it even," you shrugged slightly, finishing with the wound by bandaging it.

"Not going to happen," he said as he rose from his seat and crossed his arms across his chest. "You must obey my words, Y/N, I am your mentor."

You gave him a gentle facepalm before looking up at him. "You're also my partner, and I don't want you acting like this. Kyōjurō, that looks bad."

"It looks good, and please don't cut my hair with scissors."

It was difficult to believe what he was saying because his left side had a large chunk of hair missing while the other side was nice and long. You nodded softly, there was no need to argue with him about it at that hour. "If you insist."

"I'll agree to it if it makes you happy."

As you stood up, you smiled. "I'll go get some scissors and a comb. Don't be concerned. I'm not going to cut all of your hair. You will look just as good with short hair as you would with long."

When you left, he mocked your tone, saying, "As perfect as with long hair." Rengoku trusted you with all of his heart, no matter how unhappy he was with his decision.

You returned a few minutes later with a mirror and other items you required. "Sit down and allow me to work."

He complied with your request. "Just be cautious with it. My hair is the most beautiful in the world. When did you return, by the way? Do you have any sweet potatoes? I'd eat something delicious."

"They are, as Tengen would say, flamboyant. Don't worry, I'll be cautious," you sat down next to him and began to gently comb his hair. "I returned this evening, arriving earlier than expected. Thanks to your instruction, I believe I am making progress. Senjuro specially prepared some sweet potatoes for you."

"What a wonderful, wonderful news!" He exclaimed enthusiastically. "When we're finished, we'll have a nice meal to share while we tell stories."

"Oh yes. I'm starving because I waited for your return with my meal," you nodded, grabbing scissors. "Are you prepared?"

"No, but let's have it done, because I'm tired and hungry," Rengoku said.

"I promise to be cautious. I'm not going to cut off your ear. I think," you made a joke and kissed his cheek before beginning to work on his hair. It hurt to cut his hair because you loved it so much, yet it had to be done.

You made the back shorter while keeping the front even and longer. Of course, you didn't dare to touch his adorable ponytail. When you were finished, you patted his shoulder. "Are you ready to see the final result?"

"No, but I'd like to get it done. Please show me the results."

You sat in front of him, rolling your eyes, and picked up the mirror. "What are your thoughts?"

Kyōjurō examined his new hairstyle carefully in the mirror. Actually, it didn't look so bad, but he knew he'd need some time to adjust. "Approved. You did an excellent job."

With a wide smile on your lips, you blushed. "I'm overjoyed you like it. You look stunning!"

"Thank you," Kyōjurō said as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed his nose against yours. "You did an excellent job. Now! Let's eat something delicious!"

The Easter Hunt || Marc Spector x fem!Reader smut

Summary: Steven Grant is your boyfriend. You live a happy life together. On Easter, something unexpected happens. You are surprised to learn Marc Spector wants to get laid with you. Would you agree to that?

Warnings: smut & language & Marc being bossy

Words: 3280

Pairing: Marc Spector x fem!Reader || Steven Grant x fem!Reader

Authors: Cass & Fenrir

A/N:  In order to dispel any doubts, we know Marc & Steven are canonically Jewish and we respect that. Nevertheless, for this particular fic purpose, we chose not to adhere to this specific canon aspect. It is our hope that you will understand & react with comprehension.To those who may have felt resentful - please accept our sincere apologies for any triggering you may have experienced.

Easter was a more laid-back holiday than Christmas. Undoubtedly, the holiday was filled with family, friends, and delicious food. On Easter Sunday, people would receive chocolate eggs and occasionally a bunny. It was enjoyable to be able to celebrate these things. Furthermore, spring had just arrived, which meant that new flowers bloomed and everything came back to life after a long absence. In order to welcome the seasonally warm air, many people opened the windows instead of getting cosy for the winter.

 Steven felt like he was on cloud nine; he had a cheerful mood. While the whole Easter dinner preparation was a bit overwhelming at times, he didn't mind as long as you were with him and Gus.

 Grant spent his free time painting eggs and hiding them around his flat since the museum was closed for Easter and Donna didn't come up with any creative, brilliant ideas to make his life worse.

 As you and Steven had been dating for a few months, you simply visited his place whenever you wanted. He even gave you the key. Your bag was full of stuff when you stepped into the flat. “Honey, I'm back!” You exclaimed.

 As soon as he spotted you, he exclaimed enthusiastically, "Hi!"

 You greeted him with joy, "I have everything!"

 He clapped his hands a few times. "Thanks. Could you place the bags on the counter in the kitchen?"

 As you nodded, you headed to the kitchen and put the bags on the counter. "I see you have cleaned a little. I'd help you if you waited for me."

 "In the past, you have said that staying in motion is always better. I wanted to do something."

 "I distinctly remember saying that we could clean and prepare the place together." You shook your head and started to unpack the bags.

 "But why would you have to work your beautiful ass off when I can take more of your responsibilities on my shoulders since I'm at home?" Steven asked with a smug smirk on his lips.

 "Because I want to help with everything, silly, but fine. Have it your way. What's next, boss?"

 "I think you should try to find a few things hidden around the flat."

 "The eggs are hidden around your apartment, right?"

 "Not only eggs." He replied mischievously.

 "I promise... if I find a gun here, I will make Marc apologise for this." You warned before you began looking through the flat.

 Mark responded to Steven within his head, "If she finds the gun and tries to blame me, she'll rather get smacked in the booty."

 Steven said, clearing his throat, "Shut the hell up."

 Looking through all the possible hiding spots in the flat, you walked around.

Eventually, you found a few nicely painted eggs. He clearly put some effort into them.

You smiled as you approached him. "That's it. Do I get anything for those?"

 "We have cheesecake, strawberries, beer and wine, and...," Steven rubbed your forearm, "Something in the bedroom."

 When he mentioned the bedroom, you raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What's in there?"

 "Not much there yet, but we've been thinking for a while..." Steven rubbed his hands together.

 As you nodded and listened to him, you wondered what he really meant.

 Steven stated hesitantly, "Marc and I... We've been thinking, or should I say considering... He'd like to give it a shot as well."

 You chuckled a bit while humming. "Give what a shot?"

 Steven blushed as he said, "Oh, don't make me say that."

 "How else will I know what you mean?" You teased him with a smile.

 You were kissed on the cheek by him. “Some playing, you know. Playing for grown-ups.”

 "That doesn't ring a bell, sweetie." You kept on teasing him.

 Marc's low, soft grunt was virtually inaudible after he gained control. He rolled his eyes before towering over you. "I want that pussy!" 

 "Couldn't Steven just say so?" You asked. "Is that fine with him?"

 "He would try not to be. The body is mine, I must remind you."

 "Calm down your horses, Marc. If he isn't okay with it, I am sorry, but I am not either." You frowned.

 Marc glared at you, grinning a little too angrily and resting his hands on his hips. "Give me a moment." Immediately, he rushed to the nearest mirror. "Steven. Steven. Stevie! Fuck, you alive?"

 "I'm Steven, Spector. S-T-E-V-E-N with a "v" in the middle. How many times do I have to repeat myself?" Steven asked through the mirror.

 You sat down on the couch and crossed your legs while you waited.

Of course, you've slept with Steven before but only him, or at least you hoped it was just him, but honestly, you've never thought about Marc in this situation. It's strange how you got excited about the idea.

 They talked for a while; eventually, they came to similar conclusions.

 As Marc came back to you, he rested his hip against the desk near Gus' aquarium. "He doesn't mind at all."

 You got up from the couch and walked over to him. Your palms moved up his chest until they reached his shoulders. "Well, in that case, I don't mind either. To be honest, I am excited."

 "You have to stop giving me those eyes."

 "What if I don't stop? Will you punish me?" You cocked your eyebrow.

 He leaned in closer, fanning your cheek with his breath as he teasingly nosed your neck. Marc whispered hoarsely, "The kind of look you give Steven when you want to be fucked. If you aren't a good, cooperative girl, you're punished." He pulled back, taking in your look.

 "Perhaps I wish to be punished?" You winked at him, smiling.

 As he lifted your chin with his fingers, Marc asked in a teasing tone, "Is that what you want?"

 Biting your lip, you nodded.

 Marc's knee slid into the gap between your legs as he teased your mound. "Would you like me to fuck this cunt until you beg me to stop?" Marc asked again while moving his knee back and forth as he rubbed your pussy through your jeans.

 As you played with your lower lip, you gasped and hummed happily. "I will gladly accept it, sir. I would like it very much."

 In response to your whining, he stepped back and smirked in amusement. As he crossed his arms over his chest, he demanded, "Promise me, you're gonna be obedient." His voice was stronger and firmer this time around.

 With a frown on your face, you rubbed your legs together to increase friction.

Nodding, you took a deep breath. "I promise to be good."

 "That's my girl."

 A smile spread across his face. "I am now the one chasing the Easter Bunny, and we know who it is."

 Blushing you tried to run to bed, but Marc snatched you before you even got there.

Once he picked you up, you giggled loudly.

 "The Easter bunny has been caught. Now I'll be praised."

 As soon as you were back down on the floor, he made you walk backwards until you felt the cold wall of the room against your back. 

 Just then, Marc lowered his head a bit to place a wet kiss on the side of your neck, making sure to be as vocal as possible as he did so.

 With a soft moan, you grabbed Marc's cheeks and pulled him into a deep kiss, wrapping your arms tightly around him. You wanted to be sure he wouldn't pull away too soon.

 One of your legs was wrapped around his hip as he french kissed you.

 The kiss continued as you reached down to grab the hem of the shirt he was wearing so you could remove it easily.

 As he started working on your belt and the fly of your jeans, he let you tug it over his head and threw it aside, pushing you even more against the wall. "Is babygirl needy?"

 "Always." You purred and threw aside your own shirt as well.

 As your belt was also unbuckled and thrown aside, Marc opened your jeans and yanked them down rapidly, kissing between your breasts.

 You stepped outside of them. You were only wearing your white, lacy underwear in front of him.

 "Look at you, such a good girl in such defiant underwear. So fucking hot." 

As he worked on your bra clasp with his skilled fingers, he attacked your neck once more with another kiss. The bra fell down soon after.

 With a smile, you moved your hands up and down his chest until they rested on the waistband of his pants. "You're so strong, just bossing me around."

 He cupped your breast in his large hand as he reached down. He gently squeezed it, causing you to moan. Marc noticed your nipple was getting hard, so he pinched it between his fingers and gently started to pull. In response to this, you let out a tiny moan before you began stirring again.

 "Fuck. I want to suck your cock." You winced, staring into his eyes. "Please." You almost begged.

 He pulled back from your nipple and pressed heated kisses along your neck as both of his hands slid to your hips to pull your body more firmly against him - him as well as the noticeable bulge in his pants. Spector whispered, "You're naughty, and I like it. Let yourself go, babydoll."

 As you smiled, you moved your lips to his cheek and then his jawline. After that, you moved down his neck and chest, kissing every inch of his body. Before unbuttoning his pants, you remembered to pay special attention to his abdomen.

As soon as his cock popped free from his boxers, you licked your lips. You gave it a long lick from base to tip purring, "Yummy."

 Both his hands were in your hair as he gently bucked his hips. Marc praised in a husky voice, "Just like that. Such a little, naughty girl. Keep it up."

 Your mouth was wrapped around his tip as you sucked gently, muttering at the sound of his voice as you did so. Then, you took more of him in your mouth, moaning again, feeling how wet you became.

 Marc grunted, watching you from above, "You're so fucking skilled. Steven said you're good at blowjobs, but I refused to believe him. I was so fucking wrong."

As he bucked his hips forward, he caught the back of your head and made you swallow the entire shaft. "Just like that. Look at me. I said look at me, Y/N."

As you stared up at him, you softly growled around him.

 Your cheeks were cupped in his hands. He commented, "Such an obedient girl."

 After pulling him out of your mouth, you nuzzled his palm and purred. "Thank you, sir."

 "Up." He ordered simply.

 Because you promised to obey, you got up even though you didn't want to.

 Your tongue was warm as he kissed you deeply, tasting his precum on your tongue. Marc couldn't help but hum as he kissed you.

 Soon after, you were placed on the bed. 

After kissing your lips again, Marc proceeded to bite and lick his way down your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you.

 It seemed apt. You were a goddess, and he was your worshipper. And fuck, how much he wanted to worship you.

 Spector wasted no time sliding your lacy panties down your legs, finally ridding you of the obstructive material so that he could trail his eyes over your naked form.

 When he pulled you forward to press open mouthed kisses to your inner thighs, Marc was able to smell your arousal, and it did little to quell the tenting in his ball sack.

 As you laughed, you placed both your legs on his shoulders, looking down at him with a playful smile. "Please, sir. I need you. So badly."

He leaned forward and swiped his tongue along your cunt before you could protest.

He thought you were the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. Marc gritted, yanking one of your legs over his shoulder, improving its position and burying his face in your beautiful pussy.

You moaned and cursed breathlessly, which spurred Marc on further. As he furiously tinkered with your clit while making some obscene noises, he buried his fingers into your ass, holding you against his greedy mouth.

As your hands moved through his thick hair, you grabbed it, letting out all sorts of sounds.

 His tongue was soon accompanied by his index finger. After slipping his digit in and out of your pussy a few times, his middle finger joined, stretching you out even more.

 Marc rubbed his tongue across your clitoris, sometimes catching it a little with his teeth.

 In the wake of the first climax, Marc flipped you over and climbed up, pinning you to the old mattress. The head of his cock brushed against your dripping pussy as he shifted again.

 While trying to calm down from your high, you panted deeply. It was nothing like the time you spent with Steven. Steven was soft and gentle, putting your pleasure first. Marc was aggressive and domineering.

What if you had to be honest? You fucking enjoyed them both. "I need you to fuck me hard until all I can moan is your name, Marc."  

He slid into your tight heat without another word, stretching you so perfectly that you thought you might explode. "Fuck." He mumbled against your neck, his shoulders tensed as he slowly began to rock in and out of you. "You feel divine. So tight around my dick. Fucking perfection. Damn. Thought Steven had made you lose just a little more. Thank God he didn’t. Fuck." He growled, the rumbling in his chest ten times more intense than it had been, his mouth claiming yours in a deep kiss as one of his hands tangled in your hair. "You're so fucking fine, doll."

 A hand was moved into his hair as you whimpered, "Your cock is fucking big. You are stretching me so nicely and fucking me so well! Ough! Yes!"

"Do you like it when I fuck your little cunt like that?" he said, as he caught your chin between his thumb and forefinger.

The pistoning of his hips struck you at the point where you saw stars, making his pace suddenly frantic.

While he pressed heated kisses to your throat, his teeth caught your skin as he sucked it into his mouth, leaving a hickey behind.

 Marc grabbed you by the throat as your pussy began pulsating around his cock. His hand was large and easily fit around your throat. He then began to choke you by squeezing slightly.

 He felt as if he was climbing a mountain - higher, higher, higher - before he finally crashed. "Oh fuck!" Marc snarled, his lips slamming against yours in a brutal kiss as he ran for his own release. As his cock started swelling inside you, his thrusts became more erratic and rough. He pulled one of your legs over his tense shoulder and continued to fuck you throughout your orgasm. 

 While biting your shoulder, Spector started firing ropes of hot cum into your pussy, unable to stop himself.

Whimpering his name over and over again was like some kind of prayer for you.

Having your own climax combined with the sweet feeling of him filling you up made it even more magical. It was still hard to believe, but you didn't regret a thing. "Fuck.. Marc..."

Marc gasped for air and fell on you, his tensed muscles glistening with sweat. "That was something."

You smiled and wrapped your arms around him. You gently stroked his thick, now messy hair with one of your hands. "That was something. I'm not sure I'll be able to walk."

Marc rolled off you and lay close to you, admiring the shape of your naked body while tracing the curve of your waist with his index finger. "Steven is lucky to have you as a girlfriend."

Since his touch tickled,you giggled. "I know he is. I am lucky to have him as my boyfriend."

Marc rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling as he slipped his hands under his head. "Why did you agree to that? To be fucked by me?"

Turning on your side, you looked at him as you nuzzled your pillow. "I don't know. You are different. I think my curiosity took over."

"When I heard so many of your complaints about me, I believed you were going to take him out with a solid blow to the head."

It's true, you are nothing like Steven. You are an asshole, no offence meant, but still, I just wanted to know you better," you shrugged. "And you? Why did you want to 'try' this with me?"

His voice became weaker for a moment. "It's been a while..." He paused. "It's been a while since I held a woman in my arms."

"So I was like a free whore to you?"

As he let out a sigh, he frowned. He stood up from the bed to walk to the nearest window and look out of it, as he said, "No. Do you realise how hard it is to share your body with others? You need to share your space with them, and that makes it uncomfortable. I felt everything he did to you, as well as the things you did to him. How do you like this fucking answer?"

 Following him was the first thing you did.

You wrapped your arms around him from behind and gently stroked his stomach while nuzzling his back. "I apologise, Marc. You are right, I don't understand it fully and I think that I will never do, since this isn't happening to me. Kindly forgive me for this stupid question. I still get confused." You said quietly. "I have a proposal."

While he did not return to you, he nodded, awaiting to hear what you had to say.

You explained, "No matter if it is sex or just cuddles, I'm here for you. Steven is a nice guy. I'm sure he will understand your needs."

 Marc frowned to himself before turning around and looking down at you. "Do you mean that seriously?

Looking up at him, you nodded. "Yes, I am serious. You both deserved some warmth and comfort."

The feeling was strange, unlike anything he had experienced before. With disbelief and happiness mixed within him, he smiled a libit.

"Your smile is contagious, Marc. I am glad to witness it. Could you do something for me?" You ran your palm up and down his broad, naked chest.

The man tilted his head, waiting for your request to be dropped.

"Could you... Speak to Steven if he has nothing against it? I am sure he heard everything."

"I promise," Marc said as he glanced down at you for a while. "Nice tits."

With rolled eyes, you got on your tippy-toes and flicked him in the forehead. "Now, Mr. Spector? Are you a big or a small spoon?"

"Big one."

You took his hand and pulled him back to bed, nodding. There you lied down and let him be the big spoon as he pleased. You pulled his arm around your waist as you pressed your back against his chest. "Comfy?"

While placing the kiss on your nape, he smiled, saying, "Yes, very comfortable."

Steven tried to take control of Marc's body and ask if you thought Spector was better than him in those aspects, but Marc didn't allow it; he simply wanted to enjoy the moment with you.

“I concealed my feelings for you” || Leto Atreides x Reader

gif made by Cass - please credit us if you use the gif.

Summary:  though you are Leto's personal guard, you develop certain feelings for him. Imagine your surprise when you discover that Duke reciprocates all of your feelings...

Warnings: smut - interaction is strictly forbidden to minors

Word count: ~ 12,1k 😲

Pairing: Leto Atreides x reader

Authors: Fenrir & Cass

As you walked, the sound of heavy combat boots filled the corridor, you improved your gloves. Another day of work was about to begin.

During such a time, no job was easy, but you never complained about yours. Keeping an eye on Duke Leto and his family was an honor unlike any other. You felt proud.

Duke had many men fighting for him, but you and a few others were his closest guards. By staying near him at all times, you were responsible for keeping him and his family safe. You were the leader of the guard, so when Leto was present, you had to be there when others kept an eye on everything else. Your name was called by Paul, and your thoughts had been interrupted. 

"Y/N! Wait!"

It was only natural that you stopped, smiled, and bowed a little. "Good morning, Paul. How are you?" 

"I am fine, thank you," the young man nodded, returning the smile. "Do you remember what you promised me?”

You shook your head after letting out a soft laugh. "I know what I promised. Training. But I also keep in mind that it will only happen if your father lets me go for some time."

He rolled his eyes. "Maybe... He'll agree if you ask him?"

"Later, Paul. Now, I heard that Duncan was looking for you." You said and ruffled his hair. 

Paul pushed your hand away and laughed softly. The two of you walked away together soon afterward.

Duke raised his head from the document he was reading as you entered his office. His usual attire consisted of a shirt, fitted material trousers, and a material jacket bearing the emblem of the House of Atreides on the lapel, the entire set in shades of black.

This room had a breathtaking panoramic view of the yellowness of the desert, the spice refinery, as well as the airstrip.

"Good morning, Y/N. I see you're earlier today, is there anything wrong?" Leto asked in a nonchalant tone, cocking one of his thick brows as his brown eyes looked directly at Y/E/C eyes.

You shook your head. "Well, as far as I remember my duty is to stay close and keep you safe, my Lord," you summed up, relaxing a little. 

Duke was not a friend of yours, but you worked long enough for the boundaries to be pushed into more friendly territories. "I hope your night was peaceful. From what I heard, there were no problems."

Leto's eyes measured your face as he said quietly, "No problems except for our shields going down without any apparent reason."

"Apparently shields' system isn't running optimally, but I will make sure that someone takes care of it." You said, remembering how you were woken up in the middle of the night. Having taken care of it, you spent most of the night making sure the place was secure.

Duke continued to read the document. "Paul insists on training with you all the time, if you don't count the hours that he spends reading about Fremen."

"I'm flattered that your son appreciates my combat skills enough to train with me, and I'm glad to see him making progress," you said simply. "You should be proud, my Lord."

The corners of his lips curled into a smile. "I am. And I trust you enough to entrust his well-being to you. I hope that you will become a mentor to him."

As you nodded, you began to walk around the room, making sure everything was fine. "Of course, my Lord. It's my duty to serve you and your family, so being Paul's mentor shouldn't be a problem." You looked through the window briefly.

The document was signed by Leto and placed on the wooden desk's counter. He then stood up and silently approached you. "My trip to the spice refinery would be a good chance to put your piloting skills to the test."

As you looked over your shoulder, you gave him a cocky smile. "Are you sure about that, my Lord? I don't want to embarrass you by showing you how skilled I am," you joked.

His strong hand was placed to your nape a second later as he whispered, "Did I not make myself clear? I have faith in you."

You bite the inside of your cheek, cooling yourself down. It was stupid and shouldn't have happened, but after working for Duke for a few years, you fell for him. You had no idea what was it, but something simply pulled you to him. "Shall we go then, sir?"

"There is still time. I'll have to wait for Liet Kynes to join us. You need to don your tactical gear," Leto ordered in a low voice.

"Your wish is my command, but I don't want to leave you alone." You reached out to cup his hand in your own. Although you couldn't say it out loud, there were more reasons why you didn't want to leave.

"You're tense," Leto whispered, allowing his hand to rest on yours. "I've noticed that you've been acting tense since you arrived. Is my presence making you feel uncomfortable?" He asked as he let go of your nape and approached the window.

As you cleared your throat, you rolled your head and shoulders trying to relax as much as possible. "It's probably because I am here, keeping you and your family safe, it is important to me."

"How old are you, Y/N?"

"I am 25 years old, sir, and I've lived here for almost four years now." You replied. "Why do you ask, sir?"

He rubbed on his beard, not looking at you. "I remember your father," Duke shrugged. "He was a noble man. I also remember your first day of service following your father's death. Your behavior has changed considerably since then. For those years, I grew to know you."

As you thought about your father and his death, you smiled sadly. To be honest, you wished he were here, but all you could do was continue his work. "Since that day, much has changed. Especially since we came to this place, it seems to be falling down. I'm merely concerned for your safety," you said and gently stroked his shoulder. "The last thing I want to do is let you down."

Leto kept his head straight no matter what; despite the fact that he grew close to you, not something that should have happened between a master and a subject, he tried to separate work from private life, even though he knew how you thought of him, not only as your Lord but first and foremost as a man. "Thank you for your devotion to the House Atreides," he said as he placed his palm over yours and felt how soft your skin was beneath his calloused fingers.

Your own fingers moved a tiny bit to feel more of his touch. This made you wonder how his rough hands would feel against your hips or grasping your waist as he pounds into you and whispers all sorts of filthy stuff into your ear. Clearing your throat you slowly removed your hand. "Dedication to the House Atreides is my life and duty. I am ready to sacrifice it if it means your safety. Just like my father."

He abruptly turned his head to face you, his brown eyes glistening slightly with the light feeling of the chamber as he studied your face. "My gratitude to you is the same as my gratitude to your father. Now, Y/N, go get ready. Please make sure that the ornithopters are ready to go."

Watching his lips as he talked, you wished you could just kiss them and feel them against your own. "Of course, sir. I'll see you in a bit." With those words, you walked off to take care of everything as Duke requested.

As you changed and later checked on the ornithopters, your mind kept wandering back to Leto constantly. Maybe it was time to stop pretending?

When Liet Kynes arrived at the headquarters, the mission was still being planned. 

The plane was piloted by Leto, who promised to give it to you on the way back. He decided to wear his greyish armor.

Despite being a pilot as well, you were more of a down-to-earth person, but this was a great opportunity to watch him pilot the ornithopter. It was both a blessing and a curse to be in such a tight space with Leto. "I don't see why I need to be a pilot when you are so good at it."

Through the headset, he told you that no one is infallible. "It's nice to have a second pilot who has decent skills."

You nodded your head. "It's nice that someone acknowledges my skills. Not many do so."

"I always wonder why. Maybe it's because there aren't many female pilots among us."

"I don't see many women among the soldiers and pilots in the unit. The only time I see women are your concubine and the girls who always follow her."

It's true, Y/N," Leto replied, his gaze focused on the horizon and refinery that was already visible. My father was of the opinion that men are better soldiers. I disagree. I think that women are more careful and can see more things. It's in their nature."

You chuckled, moving your hands down your legs, "My father, his friends, and even my mother were sure that I wouldn't make it through the training, but here I am. Duke Leto's personal guard," you said and joked, "When I look at other women, I don't imagine myself in their place... Unless I married a Duke or something. Then maybe I could bear it."

There was a slight smirk on Leto's face. "So that's why you haven't married yet? Most women your age already have significant others."

"Most women my age are more concerned with buying stylish dresses, while I worry that the man I admire is taken and out of reach," you concluded, looking at him briefly.

This time, he smirked more to himself; evidently, he had not been misled by all the signs he had seen previously - you were interested in him, not as your Lord.

It was hard to believe such a confession came out of your mouth. Your statement was honest, you love him as a person, not just as your Duke. Even though you knew it was impossible, you wanted to be his. Turning your head to the side, you avoided more awkward conversation.

He suddenly placed his hand on your thigh, and even through your armor you could feel the touch. "I appreciate your kindness."

Not expecting his touch, you flinched a bit, but instead of trying to get away, you put your hand on top of his. "The true thank you comes from me, sir."

Turning his head, he gazed into your eyes. With a nod, he ended the conversation, and soon his hand was back on the steering wheel.

You closely watched Leto's every move and his surroundings. 

You didn't like this place, as the refinery made you feel uneasy since any threat could come from anywhere. Being alert didn't come from duties alone, and now that you knew that, you remained close to your Duke.

"Hey, Y/N, what's up with you today? Does anything bother that pretty little head of yours?" Duncan gently poked your shoulder from behind as Duke and Kynes went to another area of the refinery.

You glanced at him immediately shaking your head, twitching a little. "I just keep thinking about shields going down last night, and hope it won't happen again tonight."

"Harkonnens left us with old equipment that should have already been replaced."

"It still makes me uneasy. Someone can take advantage of this kind of opportunity, which makes me worry," You sighed and smiled at him. "Have you heard? Apparently, Duke wants Paul to have one more mentor."

Idaho chuckled quietly, "I thought Paul was joking. With all due respect, you're not as skilled in combat as I am."

Feeling offended right now has made you gasp. "I may not be as skilled as you, but I am skilled enough to kick your ass; Paul enjoys training with me."

"I'd enjoy training with such a pretty woman as well if I were a young man."

You teased him, "Oh so because you are older than him, you can't enjoy it anymore? We should try sparring one day. Show Paul how real warriors do it."

"I'm up to this idea, little one."

As you gasped, you wanted to say something about the way he called you, but there was nothing you could say. This man was indeed a giant when compared to you. He was at least twice your size. Crossing your arms over your chest, you turned away, muttering angrily. "Just so you know, I'm not going to be soft on you."

"I count on that," Duncan brushed his fingers against the skin on your nape as he walked away, winking at you.

Initially scoffing, you rolled your eyes, but then you smiled before you walked away to find Leto.

Duke was already close to the ornithopter, checking the settings and instructing one of his men about the spice.

You joined him and took your usual place near him, getting back to your usual duties.

Once everything was set, and Duke farewelled Kynes, he looked at you. "Change of places. You're taking us home."

"Home? Already? Did something happen?” You asked with a frown, fully aware of Lato's full schedule.

"Yes. I told you that we only had to visit the refinery. You'll finally get some time off, Y/N. I think we all do need that."

"My work for you never ends, my Lord, but it will be nice to have a moment to refresh after this trip," you nodded. "Let's get you home, sir."

Once the troops and Duke returned to the headquarters, Leto let you go, assuring you that his guards would keep an eye on things, under the leadership of Duncan.

His plans for the evening were shattered when Reverend Mother needed to meet with his concubine and son first.

As Leto returned to his room, he changed into fresh clothes before heading to his office for a little more work on spice production and storage.

It wasn't something you liked to do. Being away from Duke made you feel strange. However, there was no fighting with the Duke, even though you felt your work wasn't properly done.

After returning to your room, you took a shower. Your body hated this planet and you felt the need to wash every time you returned from the outside. You hummed loudly, feeling the warm water washing over your body. 

The shower didn't take you long even if it was your favorite part of the day - you had better plans.

After drying yourself off, you put on fresh clothes and stopped in front of a mirror. It was frightening how different you always looked. You were always dressed in armor that felt heavy on your shoulders with your hair in a tight bun during duty. Off duty, you wore a loose shirt tucked into your pants with your sleeves rolled up. Your hair was nicely resting on your shoulders. 

You should be resting just like Leto ordered, but you decided to visit him.

When you were walking along the corridor, you bumped into Duncan, still in his armor. "Well, well, look at you, Y/N, I didn't know you were so beautiful," he circled you like a predator would circle the prey. "Where are you heading?"

Giggling innocently you shrugged, giving him a small spin. "You never saw me in regular clothes, dear. I am just taking a walk. I was never taught how to rest."

"Mind me joining you?"

"Aren't you a bit busy now? I am off duty indeed, but as far as I know, you aren't, right, big guy?" You patted his chest playfully.

He caught your hand and rubbed its top with his gloved thumb. "You owe me a walk."

Humming, you raised an eyebrow. "First sparring, and now a walk? I would never take you for a needy type, Duncan."

He patted your shoulder and walked away, not saying anything else.

Once he was gone, you headed straight to Leto's office, but you stopped in front of the door for a moment. Is it worth it to destroy your life and career? Whether it was or wasn't, you were tired of hiding all your feelings. You knocked on the giant door and waited for permission to enter.

"Come in," his voice roared within the room so you could hear him.

Taking a deep breath, you pushed the door and walked inside.

Leto raised his head from atop a desk covered in papers. His eyebrow cocked as he saw you. "Y/N?"

He couldn't lie, he was content that you came, he secretly hoped you would. Never in his lifetime had a single thought about having an affair crossed his mind until a few weeks back when he noticed a slight change in your behavior. Since then, he had been catching himself thinking about how it would be with a younger woman, and with you especially.

You closed the door and stepped slowly towards his desk. "I simply missed my Duke. I couldn't sit still in my room while my thoughts were constantly drifting to you."

He listened to you carefully, not saying anything at the beginning. His eyes observed your every move carefully. "How come, Y/N? I thought I let you rest from your duties until the next day?"

"I didn't come here because of my duties," you said resting your palms against the wooden desk. "I am here for a personal reason."

"For personal reasons, you say?" He put his golden pen on the pile of documents and got up from his seat, slowly circling the desk. "I'm intrigued."

"I hope you are, sir," you said, taking a few steps toward him. Once you stood in front of him your hand rested against his stomach before moving up his chest. "There are many things I have always wanted to do and say."

He rested his ass against the countertop of his desk. One of his hands instinctively found its way to your hip. Leto's eyes measured your face carefully as your palm wandered over his chest, covered by the white shirt he wore. "Confess then."

"I fall for you. In fact, I shouldn't since you are Duke and I am just your subordinate. Yet I love you like any normal man," you confessed as your hand moved to gently touch his neck only to cup his cheek soon after. "I always wanted to touch you, kiss you..."

He observed you carefully, listening to your words and feeling the warmth spreading all over his body. His other hand cupped your cheek as he lean down and crushed his lips against yours.

Taking aback by this pleasant surprise, you moaned into the kiss. Immediately you returned the kiss, grasping his shirt tightly.

Leto easily deepened the kiss, his arms wrapped around your waist as he hugged you tightly to his chest. Soon he turned around with you in his arms and easily picked you up, sitting you on his desk.

Pulling off for a moment to catch your breath, you looked at him. It was almost impossible to believe that it was actually happening. You expected everything, but this was something different. With a soft smile, you pulled him in for another kiss.

His strong hand grasped your waist as he let his tongue dance with yours in a blissful kiss.

You put your legs around his waist to pull him a bit closer, kissing him back. "Fuck,” you gasped, pulling away from another long kiss. Trying to catch your breath you only looked at him. "My Lord."

A loud grunt escaped his lips as he kissed your cheek, brushing it with his beard. He was desperate for your touch. He couldn't comprehend why he felt that way, yet he didn't know how to stop himself; despite the fact that it was so wrong, it felt so right, even though he was being unfaithful to the concubine who gave him his son years ago. His kisses moved to your neck as he almost grunted into your ear. After yet another passionate kiss, and his hand placed on the back of your upper thigh, he told you casually, "I'll meet you later. Leave now, I still have work to do."

You stayed in place, playing with his shirt. "You promise, sir?"

He offered you yet another heated kiss. "I never broke any of my promises. You should know that."

"I just want to be sure," you whispered against his lips.

He rested his forehead against yours. "Leave now. Paul, Jessica, or anyone else can enter here at any moment," Leto pulled away from you and returned to his previous spot like nothing had happened.

"Yes, sir. I can't wait for later," you got up from the table and walked out of the room as if nothing had happened, but you were shaking inside. Your look was a little messy, so you did your best to improve it before someone could see you.

You were unfortunate enough to bump into Leto's son almost immediately after leaving his office.

He measured your face with a careful eye, just as his father had moments ago. "Y/N? What are you doing here at that hour? Are you okay? Your eyes are watery, maybe you should let doctor Yueh check your vitals?"

In the meantime, Leto covered his face with his hands. He asked himself out loud, "What the fuck are you doing? Her father was your friend and asked you to look after his only daughter, but this is certainly not what he had in mind. What the fuck is wrong with you? She could be your daughter," he stood up and walked to the cabinet, pulling out a bottle of strong booze and pouring himself a drink. The thing that happened was already wrong, and he knew he should control himself more, but once you got close to him, he felt like he didn't have control. His senses were running wild. As a result of the kisses you shared, he was unable to think straight.

At the same time, on the other side of the door, shaking your head, you gave Paul a soft smile.

"No, Paul. It's fine, there is no need to bother doctor Yueh at this hour. You know that my body isn't taking my stay here well, and I was outside with your father today," you lied a tad, trying to make it as logical as possible. "It's probably because of this. No need to worry."

"I hope you were having a mask on, in case of being out," Paul said, visibly concerned about your well-being. "The spice is a hallucinogen and might affect people who didn't have contact with it earlier," he rubbed your shoulder. "Were you meeting my father at that hour? Any problems with shields again?"

Did you have a mask on? At this point you didn't even remember, maybe that's why you suddenly were brave enough to confess? There was no turning back now anyway. "Yes. I was telling him about their state. There was an attempt at fixing them today. Let's hope we all get a good night's sleep tonight."

He smiled at you and rubbed the back of his neck as he said, "Hopefully." I'm glad we have friends like you. Listen, Y/N, I heard you know a lot about Fremen. Would you tell me some stories? Not now, but one day, if you'll have more spare time. Forgive me for keeping you, I need to speak with my father. Hope this night will be calm," Paul nodded as a farewell and went to his father's office.

You turned on your hill and waved at him before adding, "I will gladly tell you some stories. I already can't wait for this."

He knew it was wrong. He knew he was about to destroy his own vision of himself as a noble man with honor. But he couldn't get you out of his head.

Duke Leto tried to concentrate on his work. Even meeting with Duncan didn't help him get his mind back on track. He discussed potential threats caused by faulty shields with his friend, but his thoughts seemed to drift away every now and then. Duncan noticed a difference in his master's behavior and advised him to get some rest before another day full of responsibilities. Following his farewell with his men, Leto returned to the headquarters.

When he finally fulfilled his promise, it was in the middle of the night. 

While he walked to your room, the path he had taken many times before, Leto couldn't stop his heart from beating faster and faster. Before leaving his office, he washed his face with cold water, hoping it would help ease the fire burning in his heart, spreading all over his body, intoxicating his mind and soul. Unfortunately, it didn't help.

Your door was knocked lightly by him as he stood in front of it.

Your ears perked up immediately when you heard the knocking. Of course, you weren't sleeping. When he promised you, it was impossible for you to sleep. After waiting for who knows how long, he finally came to you. On the inside and outside, you were shaking. As you got up from the bed, you took a few deep breaths and opened the door.

He was standing with his back to your door, still considering the possibility of turning back. But there was no actual turning back. It's been a long time since he was with a woman and to speak truly, he missed the soft, feminine skin against his.

"Get inside before someone sees you," you whispered, moving your hand up to his back before grabbing the fabric of his shirt and gently pulling him inside to quickly close the door. "The last thing we want is rumors, right?"

Entering your room, he checked twice to make sure no one had seen him.

Your chamber was much smaller than his, much darker as well. He didn't bother himself by checking the interior out, instead, he wrapped arms around your waist and leaned his head down, kissing you hungrily without saying anything more.

Letting out a quiet laugh, you immediately kissed him back, cupping his cheeks as if he was the lover that you hadn't seen in months. You couldn't believe you waited so long for him and then this happened. How stupid of you.

As easily as back in his office, he picked you up. One of his hands slipped under your ass, the other wrapped around your waist as he kept on kissing you, walking with you to your bed.

When your back hit the mattress, you softly moaned into the kiss. Pulling away from him, you smiled, stroking his cheek. "You aren't wasting any time."

He looked down at you, realizing how beautiful you were. "Thought this is what you want."

"Oh, I want it, my Lord. I can't wait to be yours and yours only," you confessed, gently stroking his cheek. "I want to be yours."

He looked down at you before yet another kiss was placed on your lips. You tasted wonderful, and he didn't want to take his tongue off your lips.

It was impossible to pull away from him. You didn't want to be away from him ever again. Even if you had to sneak around with him, you were more than ready for this. He was your Duke and master in many aspects.

His hands were placed on your hip as he continued the make-out session. Soon, Leto's fingers started undoing the buttons of your shirt.

Giggling against his lips, you let him do as he pleased; there was nothing you wanted to hide from him. You weren't ashamed of your body nor the scars that decorated it, so once all the buttons were opened, you pulled the shirt off and tossed it aside.

He pulled away to look down at your body; he admired the slight curves of your waist and the roundness of your full breasts. Instantly, his hand wandered to the belt of your trousers.

"You may be a Duke but you are with me now, love," you whispered, grasping his hand as the other started to undo his buttons. "I remove something. So do you. I can't be the only one naked here."

He smiled at you as he sat on his knees between your legs. A nod allowed you to undo his shirt, and once it was open, he tossed it to the ground.

"I always wanted to see how you looked under that uniform and I have to say you look better without it," you said, gently touching every inch of his skin.

He looked at your small palm placed on his tanned, broad chest, caressing the tensed muscles of his abdomen. Taking one of your breasts in his hands, he gently squeezed it. "Don't be silly, Y/N."

"I am not being silly. I am being honest," you summed up, easily slipping a hand under his pants. I wanted to see you naked. I wanted to see what you look like between my legs or when you are buried deep inside my cunt."

He smirked proudly, letting his hands wander down your body. He unbuckled your belt, opened your fly, and tugged on your pants to slip them off your legs. "I wanna see you cumming all over my cock, Y/N. I wanna see you arching your back when I eat your cunt out."

Moving away from him, you sat further on the bed. With your legs slightly open, you pointed at him and moved your finger to call him closer.

Leto licked his lips, looking at your slightly spread legs, and crawled to you, picking one of your legs up and kissing the calf.

Slowly you lay down and watched him, taking in the nice sight. You will remember it forever.

Keeping your calf in his hands, he sat up on his knees, slowly kissing up, moving to your inner thigh. He repeated the action with your other leg, gently touching your knee with his hand.

"Oh, so this is how you like it? Just play with me when I am waiting here?" You hummed.

His glance slowly moved to your face as he dragged his tongue up your inner thigh.

"Jessica is such a lucky woman," you whispered quietly when you caught his attention. "She really is if she has such a lovely view every night."

He murmured, kissing further up your thigh. "It's been a while since she had had such a view," Leto said openly, focusing on the warmth of your skin.

Sitting up a bit, you moved your hand through his thick locks. "You poor thing. She is missing a lot by not taking proper care of a man like you."

He licked your calf again and then a trail up until your inner thigh, pushing you lightly back on the bed as he reached your panties.

"You will be taken care of. I promise, my Lord," you promised, getting comfortable on your back.

He kissed your folds through the material of your panties and looked up at you.

Biting your lip, you looked him straight in the eye. You could already feel how wet you were, and his little games made you impatient. "I want to feel those lips, my Lord, so please do not torture me like this."

He smiled a tad too proudly as he shifted the material of your panties aside. He dragged his tongue up your pussy, from its bottom right to the clitoris, looking up at you to check your reaction. Your pussy was so pretty, little lips covered the prettiest pinkish entrance he had ever seen.

As you looked right at him with an innocent look, you asked, "You like it, my Lord?"

He hummed deeply for yes, sending some vibes directly into your already vulnerable spot. Shortly after that, he attacked you like a hungry dog, flicking his tongue all over your pussy, slurping, making all of the obscene noises you could ever hear. His hands grasped your hips, holding you strongly in place.

Gasping loudly, you pressed your back into the mattress. After all those lonely nights, this was better than you could have ever imagined.

His beard scratched at your pussy as well as your thighs, especially when he pulled you by your hips, wrapped your legs around his neck, and picked your lower body up so you basically rested only your shoulders against the bed. One of his hands supported your lower back while the other slipped down your body to your boobs, teasing the nipples, and then to your neck.

With a quiet moan, you shifted your body to make the position more comfortable. "Oh, Leto!" You sighed deeply, trying to stop yet another moan.

His tongue teased your entrance to quickly move up and circle your clitoris as he kept eating your pussy out. He was humming, playing with your boobs, and occasionally rubbing your arched back. Soon, he put two of his fingers into your mouth. His fingers muffled your another moan. Humming, you started sucking on his digits, coating them with saliva as you rolled your tongue around them.

When his digits were fully covered in your saliva, he pulled them out, only to slowly slip them into your pussy, pumping them back and forth.

This time you moaned loudly, not caring if someone would hear you. You touched yourself so many times, believing your fingers were his, but you fooled yourself. The size and thickness of his fingers made you feel what you could not feel yourself.

"That's it, little one, sing for me. I bet you've been fucking yourself before, imagine us doing things, huh?" He asked when he pulled his mouth out of your pussy for a second, laying you back on the bed to finger your pussy deeper and faster. "What naughty things were you doing, hmm?"

Softly whining, you grabbed his wrist just to hold onto something. "I was fingering my sweet little pussy until I cum, whimpering your name."

"Aren't you such a naughty, little shit?" He asked, only to close his lips on your pussy again, slurping further and flickering his tongue over your entrance, whenever he was pulling his fingers out. Leto started feeling highly uncomfortable within his trousers so he pressed his free hand to the hardened bulge, grunting.

As you whimpered and bit your lips, you arched your back in pleasure. Your climax was approaching and you shivered under Duke's touch.

"Come on, sweetheart, cum for your Duke," Leto encouraged before he fully slipped his fingers out of you to replace them with nothing but his tongue, slipping it as far as he could into your cunt. Your taste was intoxicating his senses, making him grunt as he kept on touching himself through his pants.

It was impossible to hold it any longer, you didn't even want to. You chanted his name loudly, not holding back any longer. He licked your pussy dry after you spilled all your juices all over his tongue. Then he raised his head, and your cum could be seen on his lips and beard.

He crawled up your body, licking his trail until he reached your lips.

You kissed him, wrapping arms around his neck.

He kissed you but soon pulled away and sat on the edge of your bed, wiping his lips. "Listen, Y/N. You're beautiful, you have a gorgeous body, and you're driving my senses wild, you're tempted and intoxicating but I think I can't," Leto said openly, picked up his shirt, and put it on. "This is wrong. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done those... Things to you," he considered his words and gave you one last glare before he left the room.

You watched him leave as you sat there. What? What?! He left you?! Just like that after what he did?! How could he?! You dared to open up to him about everything and even give yourself to him and he just tossed you aside, trying to sugarcoat it with some benevolent intentions?!

The tears filled your eyes as you flopped back on the bed, covering your face with your hands.

Leto didn't get back to his bedroom either. He decided to return to his office and eventually get some sleep on the couch there. He felt like a complete dick for dumping you like that but there was the line he didn't want to cross - in the end, he had a significant other, a woman who gave him a son. Leto lay on the couch, put one hand to his forehead, and cursed several times, being completely torn by the situation and your confessions.

The next day came too quickly and he had to return to his ordinary duties, to act like nothing had ever happened.

Of course, you had to do it yourself which wasn't easy. You felt tired and your eyes hurt, thanks to the previous night's crying. Sighing, you pulled your hair into a ponytail, leaving a few strands out. A bit of change won't kill you. Probably.

With a loud sigh, you left your room. You weren't ready to meet Leto but it was your duty and there was nothing you could do about it.

He wasn't present at the briefing, for he was spending the morning with his son, as Idaho told you.

Of course, he did. Maybe it was for good, you wouldn't have to watch his face. That would remind you of yesterday's night too much.

Idaho asked you to help him take a look at the airstrip and near the shields. 

When you returned, you met Duke and Paul.

You bowed your head and smiled at Paul. "How are you today, Paul? I hope everything is going well for you," by saying this, you focused entirely on Paul, not much-paying attention to Leto.

Leto looked at you briefly, nodding his head at Duncan.

Paul smiled at you and assured you everything was right. "Father promised to take me with him to visit one of the crawlers. Doctor Lyet mentioned it's likely to see the sandworm, they're attracted by rhythmical noises harvesters make."

"I am sure you really want to see it, huh? It's really something special," you said with a soft chuckle, then you finally looked at Leto. "Shall Duncan and I get ready as well, sir?"

Duke nodded. "Yes. We'll take one ornithopter to get there and check the crawler from the distance. In case you need the weapon with you."

When he and Paul were leaving, Leto briefly touched your palm, giving you one more glance.

Instead of responding to the touch or the gaze, you turned to Duncan and smiled as sweetly and innocently as you had done to Leto previously. Since he played with you like that, you could do the same.

He wasn't happy with the way you looked at his friend. To be fully honest, he hated it, but at least Duncan was content with the unexpected situation.

Idaho talked to you and told you about things he saw while being with Fremens until Leto ordered him at the back of the ornithopter, to sit with Paul while you were about to sit with him in the front.

Idaho's stories didn't bother you, in fact, you really enjoyed them, so having to sit next to Duke made you frown. "With all due respect, my Lord, but shouldn't Paul sit with you? The boy will have a better view from the front than from the back.'

"Don't undermine my decisions, Y/N, and do as I say," he cut your whining, putting the headset on.

You whispered through the headset, making sure only Leto could hear you. "I did yesterday, and where did it lead me?" Then you looked over your shoulder at Duncan and shrugged a tad. "Sorry. I tried."

Leto didn't comment on your words even though he knew he should tell you something or at least apologize for his behavior. 

Once the ornithopter got up in the air, Leto made sure to mute Paul, Duncan, and Gurney who joined up so he could say, "Don't be angry about yesterday, Y/N. I'm sorry."

Laughing softly, you did the same as he did. Do you really mean this or is this some sort of rule the Duke should follow? Apologize to the woman he almost fucked?"

When you used that one particular word, he gave you a glance, his eyebrow raised. "I apologize for not fucking your cunt yesterday. Does it sound better?"

"A little, but it doesn't change anything. I barely dragged myself out of bed this morning," you said. ”I bet your woman was happy that night because I don't believe you took care of that burden on yourself."

He remained silent for a moment, replying briefly to Gurney who asked Leto about issues with shields. Afterward, he returned to the topic. "Believe it or not, I was alone in my office."

"Exactly like me in my bedroom. Thanks to you, my Lord. The man I loved and respected completely broke my trust, as well as something else," you muttered, staring at him.

He remained silent until you reached the crawler and observed it from above. 

"Everything looks well here!" Idaho announced.

"No signs of sandworms," Gurney added as he and Idaho took Paul at the back of the machine. "You can sit us down, we'll gather some spice for examination, Leto," Gurney said.

Leto landed carefully and once he and you were all alone, he took off the headset and looked at you, simply cupping your chin in his fingers and pulling you into a kiss.

Taken by surprise you quickly kissed him back. You called these mixed signals. First, he kissed you, then almost spent the night with you, and now you're back to kissing. You pulled away, taking off the headset. "What was that for?”

"An apology."

"It's like one of a million kisses you need to give me for yesterday. It hurts. You just left me."

"Understand me," he asked, a frown creeping on his forehead, "I'm risking the reputation I've worked hard to gain for two decades."

Taking his hand, you shook your head, "You think I'm not risking anything? Perhaps my reputation isn't as large as yours, but I still have it, and I risk it. But I do this because I fell for you and I can't change it."

"Fuck," he said simply. "It's not that I want to use you and forget. I don't look for a one-night stand, just to make things clear between us. I'm digging myself right now, right?"

"A little," you chuckled and pressed a brief kiss to his lips. "I also don't look for some kind of glory because I fucked Duke Leto himself. Just so you know."

As needy and desperate as he became, he leaned closer and offered you yet another kiss, this time longer and heated to the point he moaned into your lips.

Giggling against his lips you stroked his cheek. His moans were already your favorite sounds.

"My Duke is a really needy person, I can see. There really must be something missing from your life."

He rested his forehead against yours, stroking your cheek with his thumb. "Don't be angry about yesterday. I promise to make it up to you whenever you want."

As soon as you two heard Paul and the rest getting back, he kissed your lips once again and pulled away, rubbing his beard to cool himself down.

You turned around, smiling and acting as if nothing had happened. "And how was it?”

Idaho said that Paul got into the dust of spice and he was a little off so Duke decided to get back to the headquarters immediately, to have Paul checked by Yueh.

Leto agreed to give you a brief break after returning, so you were the one that escorted Paul to Yueh.

After explaining everything to the doctor, Paul was left in good hands to rest.

No matter what you were doing, your thoughts drifted to your Duke. It was really important for you to see him, but you weren't sure when the right time would come.

Leto of course informed Jessica about the small adventure their son experienced while in the desert and his concubine headed to doctor Yueh to check whether everything was good. Thankfully, Paul suffered only from light dizziness and headache. Yueh assured that if the young prince gets enough rest, he'll quickly return to his normal state.

Meantime, Leto spoke with Gurney and Idaho about their opinions on the equipment and determined that it is the matter that should be discussed with the court.

You freshened up and put on your usual clothes; the oversized shirt tucked into high-waisted pants. Dressed like this you returned to Leto who was still with Gurney and Idaho.

"My Lord? I just remembered something significant. Can we talk about it aside?"

By the light falling into the chamber through the huge windows, his grayish beard and salt and pepper-coloured hair were lightened as he glanced at you over his shoulder. "Excuse me," he looked at his friends and walked aside with you.

Idaho exchanged surprised glances with Gurney.

While you walked alongside him, you made sure that you did not show your feelings. It wasn't hard to pretend that you two were discussing some important matter. "When can I come to visit you?" You asked him simply.

Since you were standing next to one of the pillars, he immediately placed his hand at your hip where he gradually rubbed you. "When the shields will go down."

Frowning softly you looked at him confused. "Why then? You know that if something happens with shields I will be pulled out to make sure this whole place is safe."

"Gurney wants to lower the shields to inspect the mechanism fully. The entire terrain will be filled with our soldiers. Don't worry, you'll be sent to other duties."

You licked your lips, giving him a smile. "I will be sent to make the head of house Atreides feel good, or I will make sure he's safe?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "Fuck you, little one, keep on acting like that, and I won't be able to play it cool anymore. You have no idea how much I want to taste your lips," he opened his eyes and looked into yours. "Look what the fuck you're doing."

"There is just one question. Upper lips or lower lips," you giggled quietly. "I will better go then. I need to get really ready to see my man tonight."

He leaned forward, pretending he was about to whisper something to you, but instead he used the opportunity to briefly kiss your lips. "That's what I meant." He then went back to Idaho and Gurney.

Waving at both of them, you soon walked away as well, excited for whatever would come.

Leto returned to his friends and behaved as if nothing had happened. When Idaho asked what you wanted, he lied that you asked about the issue with shields and he sent you to guard Paul when the test would be run.

While Gurney appeared to buy it, Idaho did not, but he did not ask any further questions.

You returned to your room and immediately started to dig through your closet to find something appropriate for Leto. You were delighted to find lace underwear you thought you would never wear.

You headed to Leto's second bedroom dressed in special underwear and a long shirt that evening. 

You had to knock three times; it was the special code he set for the two of you. Once he heard the three, tiny knocks, he got up and walked to open the door. This time he wore a black, buttoned shirt, black, fitted trousers, and a black jacket with gold epaulets. He measured you with his eye from the bottom to the top, discovering with amusement and surprise you didn't wear the trousers. "Come in, little one. I thought you wouldn't come, to punish me after last night."

"I should," you agreed while looking around before you walked in, closing the door behind yourself. I should just leave you here waiting for something that is never going to happen, but someone needs to be the kind half when someone is cruel."

"Do you think I am cruel?" he asked, locking the door with the key.

"Am I the one that made you sing and then just left?" You asked him, raising an eyebrow.

With an arm wrapped around your waist, he took you further in the room, offering you a drink. "How many times shall I apologize, sweetheart?"

"How long?" You hummed, pretending that you were thinking as you accepted the drink. "Well? I think that apologizing until your last day will be enough."

Leto scoffed a tiny bit. "Then I'll apologize to you every day "

"Sounds like a great idea," you nodded, looking at the drink. "Shall I be worried you try to get rid of me?"

"How could I?" He asked, caressing your shoulder.

"I don't know, love. You can do a lot as we saw," you teased before taking a sip.

He took a seat on his bed, downing his drink, observing you.

"Do you like what you see?" You asked, giving him a little spin, proudly displaying yourself to him.

"How do you think? Of course, I do."

You stopped near the bed and after putting the drink away you began slowly undoing the buttons of your shirt. In the beginning, you showed him just your lower part of the body, reviling your panties and naked belly before undoing more buttons to reveal your breasts in a nice black bra.

He watched you, playing with his glass, licking his lips. "Fuck. Look at you. I can't believe you're real."

"I am real and all yours, my Duke," you purred and bowed to him.

He smiled widely, letting his glance slip all over your body. "You're all mine, and no one is entitled to possess you the way I do."

Walking closer to stand between his legs, you let his hands rest on you as your hands wrapped around his neck. "Really? Maybe I should go to Idaho? I bet Duncan would take care of me without any games."

He cocked his brow. "What do you mean? I hope he didn't bother you."

"No, but he is clearly interested in me. Maybe since you are so quick to toss me aside, I should talk to him more?" You teased, playing with his hair.

He closed his eyes as your hands slipped in his hair, messing with the neatly brushed hairdo. "I strongly encourage you to get rid of such an idea."

"And why is that? What if you change your mind again?"

"I am not planning to change my mind and it would be a great shame to get my right-hand man executed for high treason."

You gasped and stared at him with a smirk. "Oh, you wouldn't do that!"

"I'm a fucking Duke, I can do whatever I wish and no one can disobey. Just to make things clear, if you decide one day it'd be pleasant to check what he is hiding in his pants, both of you are in great trouble."

You laughed, pulling at his hair gently. "Oh, look at you, all mighty and bossy. Already putting me in my place."

He snarled a little when you tugged at his hair. "You're fucking dating the Duke, what have you been thinking?"

"So you are sure about me now?"

"Yes. I am. I have never been so sure about anything else in my fucking life."

Finally, you sat on his lap, taking the cup from him to have a sip yourself.

He smiled, rubbing your sides up and down. "Are you having fun, Y/N? Is my lap comfortable?"

Purposely, you rolled your hips against him, feeling the material of your panties rubbing against his thick thighs. "Oh, yes. So comfortable."

He groaned at the action, smirking. "Look at you. So needy."

"Hard not to be eager," you rolled your hips more. "You played with me, and then left me. I was hot and bothered for you."

While licking his lips, he looked at your hips, abdomen, and pussy under your lacy pants. "Did I make you feel good yesterday?"

"You made me feel amazing. Like never before, I never wanted you to stop, my Lord," you whined.

"Look at you, finally addressing me accordingly."

”Maybe I should call you master. I think it would be more suitable." You placed a kiss on his lips and then moved to the bed to get comfortable on fresh sheets. "So soft, all I am missing here is you."

He got up, set his glass aside, and returned to the bed, unbuttoning his shirt slowly.

You watched him, nuzzling the pillow gently. Even if those were clearly fresh sheets, you still could smell his scent on them. It was comforting. "My master looks handsome as always."

He slowly slipped his shirt off his muscular shoulders and let it fall to the ground. He then joined you on the bed, instantly kissing your tummy, scratching the soft skin with his thick beard.

You purred loudly, arching your back a little because of the soft tickling you felt with every soft kiss.

He slipped his hands under your back and unclasped your bra, gently slipping its stripes off your shoulders, kissing the soft skin on them, moving to your breasts then. He slowly flicked his tongue around your nipples, occasionally sucking on them and looking up at your face, checking your reactions. Then, he slowly licked a trail down your body, from breasts, through your tummy, to the edge of your panties.

Biting your lips, you watched him, letting out quiet noises from time to time. Already, you were hoping that it wouldn't end like last time. By raising your hips a little, you allowed him to slowly slip your panties off.

To do so, Leto used his teeth, catching the material of your panties with them, slowly tugging them down your legs.

You watched him with your mouth wide open since this was the last thing you expected from Leto. Your cheeks turned completely red.

Once your panties were taken off, he spread your legs and diced between them, eating you viciously out, just like he did the night before.

Letting out a moan you grabbed the sheets and fisted them, moving your legs onto his shoulders, just like the last time.

This time he wasn't wasting time; his tongue flicked over your pussy, he hummed, sending some vibrations through your body, and massaged your breasts by kneading the flesh.

"My Lord, oh fuck. P-please don't stop. I want to cum on your tongue just like last time!" You gasped, moving your hand through his hair.

As your fingers tangled in his hair, he groaned and kept biting you more fiercely, slipping his digits into you.

You tugged at his hair a little harder at the feeling of his fingers. It was just as good as last night, and you gladly sang for him.

His tongue moved faster along your folds, he eventually caught your pinkish pussy lips between his teeth to gently suck them in his mouth, pulling softly.

His actions brought you to your peak, you could hold back just to make him work a little more but it felt too good. You cum, arching your back while whimpering his name.

He smirked broadly when your juices spilled on his tongue. Oh, how delicious you were!

You raised your arms, silently asking him for a kiss.

He kissed your pussy for the last time and towered over you, slowly leaning his head down to offer you a gentle kiss.

Heatedly, you kissed him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You used the moment of distraction provided by the kiss and your strength to flip both of you. Now you were on top, with a playful smile you pulled away, stroking his cheek. "My Lord."

While he blinked in surprise, he grasped your hips and looked up at you. "Comfy?" He asked, making himself comfortable on the bed. "Look at you."

You sat up a bit, resting your hand on his chest while rolling your hips. "Oh, really comfy. I wish this was what happened yesterday."

His hands stroked the curves of your waist as he tried to memorize your body. "Good."

As you leaned down to kiss his lips and then moved to his cheek and neck, you whispered, "I was so angry yesterday." Your kisses continued and moved down his chest and stomach until you reached his abdomen.

He rubbed your shoulders and gasped quietly as you were moving down his body. "Did you finish off on your own?"

"No," you placed kiss on his abdomen. "I spent the night crying, hoping you would return. Questioning if I was even worth your time."

"Of course you are," he said, reaching out and stroking your cheek. "Of course you are, Y/N."

You cupped his hand. "I love you. Not as a Duke... I don't care about the title. I love you for who you are, Leto."

He propped himself on his elbow, still stroking your cheek, his careful eagle-eyes never left yours. "Why? I'm nothing special. If not for my title, I would be nothing but an ordinary soldier."

"You are good and kind," you moved a little and sat up face to face with him. "You are smart, loving, and caring. Not to mention being handsome."

No mention of being unfaithful," he said, more to himself, scoffing. "I'm not a good man, Y/N. I killed a lot of people."

"No one is flawless, but I still love you. I love everything you do, I love your voice, I love your body, I love how you make me feel," you counted.

In the dim light filling the room, you could see little sparkles in his eyes.

"I love my Leto," you added and cupped his cheek to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

He kissed you back, trying to hold you as close as possible.

Pulling away, you stroked his cheek. "I am yours and only yours, Leto. Both in bed and on duty."

"I don't like categorizing," Leto said, playing with a strand of your hair. "I don't want to make you a thing I can possess whenever I want. I don't want you that way."

You gently stroked his shoulder and soon your hand moved to his nape. "What do you mean by that? There isn't much you can do now and I'm fine with that as long as my Leto is happy."

Stroking your hips where his hands were placed, he smiled gently. "I don't want you that way. I don't want to treat you like a whore. I just need you in my life. As my partner."

Watching him you frowned a tad and chuckled. "I... Isn't this a little impossible? This place is closed for me, besides it would look bad."

"Closed for you?"

"I know she is a concubine, but she gave you a son. I am nothing, just a soldier who confessed her love for you," you shrugged softly.

"Do you know why I haven't married?"

You simply shook your head.

"I should wed Paul's mother, make her my Duchess. Yet, my unwedded state gives some Houses hope they may yet ally with me through their marriageable daughters. It's all political, my dear Y/N. But now I start considering another thing."

"What thing, my Lord?"

He brushed your cheek with his calloused thumb. "Maybe it's just a whim but I certainly want you as my concubine, that's for sure. Maybe even something more."

"I wish to be your concubine. It doesn't matter how. I just want to be yours." 

You wished for this. You truly wanted this. You didn't care if you would be his concubine or the Duchess, perhaps. All you wanted was to be his, to be close to him without the need of hiding anything from anyone.

"Of course it's possible. I'll think about how to play it, but I promise you'll become one of the most powerful people on Arrakis. I want you. I have no idea how it happened but you own me and all of me."

It doesn't matter if I am powerful or not, all I care about is being close to you. You are also going to own me and everything I do," you whispered.

He pulled you closer to him, so his forehead rested against yours. "Why didn't you tell me earlier? Why were you always so cautious about showing your emotions near me? If I had known earlier, we might have been married by now, maybe sharing a home even."

You chuckled softly, blushing at the thought of not only marrying him but also having a child.

"That's how I was raised and how I was trained. You were up, when I was down, and all my responsibilities were to protect you and those close to you. There was no other relationship except friendship, and even friendship had its limitations." Taking a deep breath, you said, "It should be obvious to you how my father carried himself even if he was your friend."

Leto nodded silently. "Yes. I always believed I love Jessica. And I do, you know? But I have never felt anything so intense with you, something more intoxicating than love itself."

"I loved before but it was nothing like with you. I feel like I can't live without you," you whispered. "You think that Jessica and Paul will hate us both for this? I don't want to ruin anything."

"I don't think my son will hate you, it'll most likely be aimed at me. Jessica, on the other hand, most certainly is not going to accept it."

Maybe this is all a bad idea..." You worriedly said.

"Stop it right now," he ordered, cupping your cheeks in his hands again. "Stop it. I'll do whatever it takes for you to stay unaffected."

You grabbed his hands and nodded. "I trust you."

"Don't worry. I'll never let anyone hurt you in any way, Y/N."

You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "It's my duty to protect you."

He smiled at you brightly. "It's your duty to love me unconditionally."

"Then I hope I am fulfilling it properly, my Lord," you kissed him.

He kissed you back, letting his tongue slip past your lips, dancing with yours in a heated dance.

You moaned against his lips and pulled away with a smile. 

"How about we finally get to the fun stuff? Unless my Duke waits till his wedding night."

He chuckled, giving you a look. "Look at you. So tempting and beautiful, and you're expecting me to fucking wait to get that pussy marked? It's not going to happen."

"You certainly are taking your sweet time, my Lord," you teased, rolling your hips against him with a cocky smile.

A deep frown appeared on his face as you ground against his crotch.

Looking him right in the eye, you moved down until you were comfortable between his legs. 

You undo his belt and then the pants. Your eyes never left his.

He could feel a blush hitting his cheeks and he was glad at that point that he wore a thick beard that partially hid it.

"May I, my Lord?" You asked quietly.

Leto reached out his hand, placing it on your cheek, nodding.

You turned your head to kiss his hand before your attention moved back to his pants. Finally pulling them down, you gasped and then smiled right at him, seeing he didn't wear any kind of underwear. "Look at you, love."

A shy smirk appeared on his lips. "It's more comfortable this way in such a hot climate."

"Oh, I bet," you hummed and wrapped your soft palm around his member, giving him a few gentle strokes.

Leto was observing you, his face relaxed and soon he rolled his head back, resting it on his pillow.

You gave his cock a long lick from the base to the tip before your warm lips wrapped around the shaft.

He grunted in a deep tone that roared within his chest. "Just like that."

You began to take more and more of him, relaxing your throat to do so. You hummed around him to tease him with some vibrations.

Soon, he was grunting and groaning, bucking his hips up slowly, to slip his shaft more into your mouth. Leto's hands slipped into your hair, and he slowly, gradually fucked your mouth. "Look at you, little one. Sucking on my cock so well."

The only thing you did was hum, focusing on taking his cock.

He relaxed in your arms.

Suddenly, the couple could hear a knocking on the door. "Father, Duncan, and I can't find Y/N, and you told them she was about to guard me. The shield will be down in a moment and she'd be needed."

Leto snapped his eyes open, looked down at you with his cock in your mouth, and chuckled quietly, pressing his hand to his lips to muffle it. After clearing his throat, he replied loud enough for Paul to hear, "She's feeling sick, let her rest, probably too much spice got into her system. She's off duty and please, pass this information to Idaho."

Biting your lip, you lay your head on his stomach. Oh, you wanted to laugh so much because of the situation. It was hilarious and embarrassing at the same time.

He reached his hand to stroke your cheek. His eyebrows relaxed as he was grinning like an adolescent.

"Of course, sir," Paul replied, but added, "Father, may I come in? There's one thing I'd like to speak with you about."

Leto got visibly frustrated and rolled his eyes. "Not now, Paul. I have a lot of work to be done here," his thumb brushed your lips. "I'm afraid it'll take me an entire night to get things done. You know how time-consuming planning is, especially if you want to plan everything well enough for it to fit," Leto's eyes never left yours.

You looked right at him and used the opportunity to wrap your lips around his thumb. You began to suck it gently with a smile just to tease him.

He rolled his eyes back and with a gasp, he couldn't stop, he rolled his head back down again. 

"Father... Are you okay? Shall I call mother?"

Leto put his palm to his lips to muffle his tone for a few seconds before he cooled down enough to reply. "It's not necessary, Paul, I'm just tired a little. Now, get back to your room. I want you to stay there when the shields will be down."

Laughing voicelessly, you just started kissing his stomach. The two of you could be in some serious trouble

He licked his lips, watching you.

"Of course, sir," Paul replied again. "Good night."

"Good night, Paul," Leto replied and let out a grunt when he heard his son's footsteps vanishing in the corridor. "What the fuck!"

Giggling, you looked at him. "We'll never get to the better stuff," you joked, getting on top of him and kissing him. ”Well played, my Lord."

He took his cock in his hand and jerked it a few times, giving you a kiss back. "We are fucking lucky, aren't we?" He joked lightly. "Oh, if they fucking knew," he said, lining himself with your entrance, making sure to rub his tip against your already dripping folds.

You moved your hips back against him. "We found ourselves." Finally, you let him sink into you, causing you to moan softly. He was big, much bigger than you expected but you already loved it.

He pressed on your hips a little to make you sink into his cock, impaling you where you belonged. "Fuck," he cursed, feeling how tight, hot and wet you felt around him. "Fuck."

Smiling, you moved your hips in place, letting him feel all of you nicely. "So big. Fuck, filling me so nicely. I have never felt so full."

"How many men did you sleep with before?" He asked casually, gently bucking his hips into you.

"Not many. Nothing special," you answered honestly, moving slowly up and down. ”How about you? You have a second bedroom. Were there more affairs in the past?"

"Countless," he stated openly, cupping your breasts.

The fake sadness soon gave way to a moan as you said, "Fuck... Shall I be jealous that I'm not the only one?"

"No one of them can be counted as special. No one of them was you."

Taking his hand and placing it on your clit, you smiled proudly. Once he started to rub it, you moaned and started to move a little faster. "Fuck. So good."

He kept on rubbing your clitoris, taking his hand away for a moment to lick his lips to add some moisture to your vulnerable point. Once his palm returned, he teased the little bundle of nerves worth his thumb. "You like that, baby?"

You nodded, whining a little. "Oh, I love it, my love. Fuck, you make me feel so good."

Leto easily caught your hips and laid you down on the bed, towering over you seconds later. He took his cock, rubbed its tip along your folds again, and pushed in you with ease, attacking your exposed neck with kissing and sucking as he set a brutal, rapid pace.

You shouted his name as you wrapped arms tightly around his neck, as your legs moved around his waist. The pace he set made you whimper as your head rolled back on the pillow; you felt the entire bed moving along his strong thrusts.

His strong hand was placed on the back of your thigh as the other one wrapped lightly around your neck, he crushed his lips against yours. "You like it when I fuck you, huh?" He grunted into your ear, nibbling on your earlobe.

"Yes... My Lord! I love it! I love it when you fuck me!" You nodded, grasping at him as you could.

He kissed you equally roughly, picking both of your legs up and resting them against his shoulders. His pace slowed but his thrusts became more profound. The sound of skin hitting skin and Leto's deep grunts filled the room.

All the sounds he made and how well he fucked you made you reach your peak, but you held back as much as you could. "My Lord... Can I cum around your cock?"

"Hold a little more, I want to cum with you," he almost pleaded, speeding up again. He removed your legs from his shoulders and made sure you wrapped them tightly around his hips. His thrusts were strong enough to cause the bed to rock back and forth along them. "Fuck," he whispered as his cock throbbed within you. "Cum for me, babygirl."

You did as he said and let go, cumming around him with a scream of his name.

Leto shot thick ropes of cum into your pussy with a loud grunt that turned into a moan.

Holding him tightly, you whimpered his name. "Leto! Fuck, oh fuck!"

He nuzzled the crook of your neck, resting on top of you for a moment, kissing your face.

Grabbing his cheeks, you pulled him into a sweet, gentle kiss.

His weight was supported by one hand as he kissed back. Leto watched as your mixed cums dropped out of your cunt when he pulled his cock out. Leto smirked proudly, rolling to the side.

You sighed when he pulled out, so you turned on your side as well to watch him. "It sounds exciting, now that I am yours and only yours, forever and ever." He reached his hand out and put it on your chest, right on the heart. "Here I am. And here I remain."

At the Campsite || Marc Spector x fem!Reader

Summary: your new, fitted shorts have Marc going wild while on camping with you

Warnings: smut without plot 🔞

Word count: 846

Author: Rouge

You've yearned for it and craved it. And you couldn't have been happier when Marc agreed to go camping with you. Preparation took a few days because you needed to buy a new tent and sleeping bags, as well as some other items and food to bring with you.

Marc would do anything for you, even if he wasn't thrilled with the idea at first.

You chose a campground with a variety of cycling and hiking trails.

When the two of you arrived at the location, you began erecting the tent. You couldn't shake the feeling Marc was constantly scrutinizing you, and you began to wonder if it was because of the new shorts you bought for the trip. "Marc, could you help me with these steel profiles?"

"Sure," Marc replied, eager to assist you with the tent. Even though he didn't like the sudden idea of camping in the middle of nowhere, he couldn't say no to you. "Should you go take care of the fire? This is something you can handle, baby."

Your reply was a quick nod. "That's a good thought."

It took you a long time to collect some brambles for tinder. After gathering some large stones, you excavated a small pit and circled it with stones to protect the grass from catching fire.

"Well, well, look at you, I'm beginning to think you're a pro camper," when you got back to your feet, Marc ruffled your hair.

You simply smiled at him and went to look for marshmallows in your backpack. "Do you want to eat?"

Marc's gaze never left you, especially your stick out ass when you leaned against your backpack. "I like your new shorts," he said lightheartedly.

You quickly turned your head to face him. "Do you? They're just material shorts."

"Which hug your ass so nicely," Marc got closer and placed his large palm on your buttock, squeezing it.

You let out a loud gasp as you stopped looking for the items in your backpack and turned fully to wrap your arms around his strong neck.

Marc yanked one of his hands under your ass and easily picked you up in the blink of an eye.

You wrapped your legs tightly around his hips to keep yourself from falling. "Did my shorts just turn you on?" You inquired teasingly.

"Mhm," was the only response he could muster.

Soon after, you two found each other in the tent; you laying down on the sleeping bag, Marc hovering over you, kissing your neck, his hands slipping under your t-shirt. When one of his hands reached into your shorts, he discovered you didn't wear underwear. Marc cracked a grin. "Aren't you being a naughty girl today?"

You nodded, rolling your hips at the sensation of his thick fingers rubbing against your clitoris. "You know I like to be a bad girl every now and then."

Marc didn't waste any time and quickly removed your t-shirt, followed by your shorts.

With a loud grunt, you reached for his belt and unfastened it with your skilled fingers.

Marc assisted you by pushing his jeans down his legs along with his boxer shorts while you wrestled his shirt off of him.

Marc yanked one of your legs around his hip, lining his cock with your entrance, pushing into you with ease because you were dripping wet at the time.

Your head rolled back as you muttered a quiet fuck.

Marc thrusted into you in slow but powerful thrusts, making sure to bury his entire shaft in your core every time. With time, his groans turned into moans.

As you gazed into his beautiful, brown eyes, you wrapped one arm around his neck and the other around his right bicep. "Marc... Just like that, love."

He leaned in to kiss your lips, the kiss sloppy and messy as he moaned loudly into your lips.

You snatched a handful of his thick hair as he quickened his pace, sliding in and out of you faster than ever before.

"I love you," he said quietly, the first drops of sweat forming on his forehead. "So warm and wet for me."

You wrapped your other leg around his hip, allowing him to penetrate you even further than before. It was met with his grunt of endorsement.

You soon felt your walls spasming around his throbbing cock, tightly hugging it. You moaned his name and proceeded to milk his member with your warm, thick release.

Marc lasted for a few more seconds before backing himself out of your pussy. He jerked himself a few times before cumming on your belly with a deep grunt, his head rolled back. Soon, Marc rested his forehead against yours, and you cupped his cheeks, your thumbs rubbing against his light stubble as you both panted heavily, coming off the peak.

"I love you," you whispered.

He chuckled deeply, kissing the base of your nose. "I love you too, Y/N."

"I think I should wear shorts more often, if they make you go that wild," you joked, licking your lower lip.