#Chani smut

[lost-inthedream]

SF9 favorite positions for cockwarming

Pairing: sf9 x female reader

Genre: fluff-smut

Warnings: penetration

Bonus song rec: Deep Ocean, by WayV

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Youngbin:

You are sitting on his lap wearing your favorite oversized t-shirt and your panties are placed aside "You don't have to do anything, baby". He loves how domestic that is: the TV is on, maybe it's a reality show or a romcom. His dick is all the way inside you and he can tease your clit with his fingertips from time to time. But just by brushing over your delicate nub, a small tear of arousal pours out of you. You are supposed to enjoy quality time, after all.

Inseong:

He is very fond of staying naked for a while after you had sex. During this time he may pull you close as if he would cuddle you, your big spoon. Instead, you and he are just waiting until he has a new erection so he can push it inside you and keep it there. Your sex is still sensitive from the intercourse but he shushes you "Please, let me stay close to you".

Jaeyoon:

He likes his sweetheart on top of him on lazy mornings. It's easier to become intimate with him because he sleeps with few, if any, clothes. Climbing on his chest as he grabs your ass is natural. You ask why he is hard just to have him chuckling and immediately making himself fit into your humid hole. "Why are you wet?"

Dawon:

Sanghyuk can't stay much in the same position when he is inside you. As a result, your cockwarming sessions will be a bit chaotic with you asking him to persist a bit more. Being close to him is so delicious, his muscles feel nice against your skin. You normally get to be on top, using your weight as an instrument to keep him still. You kiss his cheeks, stroke his scalp and consequently earn plenty of "love you's" from him.

Rowoon:

Okay, you all took some time to figure that out. Yet, based on the fact that Rowoon loves getting his dick sucked (and also giving oral because of his blessed oral fixation) he enjoys having you warming his cock in your mouth. The way both you and him feel intimate in such circumstances fascinates him. You can even close your eyes and give in to the scalp massage he gives you. "Sugar, you can stop whenever you feel like".

Zuho:

His baby girl looks so pretty wearing a skirt with no panties, especially when you motion him to make room for you to sit. He smiles and straight up pulls his shorts down so there's no barrier between your sexes (he didn't have any underwear either). Juho keeps working on his songs while you smell his neck and get sleepy.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang stirs more than he should when you are trying to warm his dick but you find it lovely. You often convince him to get naked and let you take care of him when he is exhausted. So you sit on his cock and kiss him lazily. You shush him with open-mouthed kisses and pin his wrists onto the mattress.

Hwiyoung:

Youngkyun places you on his lap, none of you are wearing bottoms. His thighs feel soft under you and he toys with yours, sinking his digits in your flesh here and there. His breath is so slow, so deep and soothing, it's like meditation. You feel yourself melting on top of him, moaning low at the soft stretch his unmoving thickness causes in you. "Is it too deep?" he asks. "It's perfect" you answer, pinning yourself more to his body.

Chani:

Warning: light degradation

He doesn't have a favorite position because he hates cockwarming. The maximum you get from him is making him punish you with it. I mean, he makes you hold your mouth still with his length inside while he is scrolling down on Instagram (of course he kisses you gently after he is satisfied). On another occasion, he pushes himself all the way into your pussy from behind and makes you answer a call.

[divinefireangel]

Writer I'm lowkey sorry for requesting such filth 🫂 but may I get a reaction where their shy s/o is quiet /shy to moan in bed.,. But they want them to kinda force it out of them,,, like they want to be corrupted by them please🙏Thank you❣️ keep up the wonderful works 🫂❤🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

👀 Oo I don't mind XD

Corruption Kink with SF9

Warnings: Smut. Dirty talk. Filthy talk. Mention of multiple orgasms. Corruption kink (duh). Dom!SF9 x F! Bodied Reader. Begging. Strength kink (I have a thing for Sanghyuk's biceps 😭). Oral (f receiving). Unprotected sex (sry) (YB). Wall sex (RW). Shower sex (HY). Fingering (JY). Praise kink. Degradation kink (mildly). Choking. Mention of creampie. Pussy pleaser Zuho agenda. Voyeurism (implied).

Nice lol *after seeing the warnings*

Youngbin

Running his hand down your torso, grazing your nipple, Youngbin tries to soothe the pain a little. Resting his hand on your waist, he leans down, kissing your lips sweetly before pushing his length in you completely. Swallowing your gasp, he starts to peck down your neck.

"Fuck babe. You so tight. So good to me. So perfect." He says reassuringly, distracting you till you tell him he can move. Pulling out a bit he starts fucking you deeply. "Come on baby. Makes those pretty sounds for me. You know how much I love them" he urged you with each thrust.

Shyly, you closed your eyes to fully feel how well he fills you up. Naturally the oversensitivity from the previous orgasm was adding to the pleasure. "Bin! " you gasped when his thumb applied pressure on your clit.

"There we go" he smirked, continuing to fuck you meticulously. Tightening your knees around his hips you squealed whenever he found your spot. The squeals only got louder as you neared your second orgasm of the night. "Tell me how good you feel"

"So good" you breathed out repeatedly [pulling him closer as you came around him, moaning softly as you breath sharply, coming down from your high and helping him reach his.

Inseong

Locking his phone and throwing it to the side of the couch, you straddle this poor confused man. Sighing sharply you try to bring up the courage to ask him to fuck you. But fuck.... How could you? You're his perfect little babygirl, his obedient baby who doesn't behave like a bad girl.

"Earth to Y/N! What's wrong baby? Wanted my attention? " he asks with a teasing tone that makes you wanna hide in his chest. Muttering nothings you try to hide away in the crook of his neck only to be stopped by his right hand wrapping around your throat, the effect of this action going right to your core. Gasping for air, your eyes grow darker than they already were and your toes curl.

"Has it really been that long since I fucked you stupid? Is that why you wanted my attention?" His other hand rubs your butt cheek, groping the flesh till you soak through your panties. You start to hum in protest but are stopped by his index fingers over your lips, shushing you. Biting his lower lip, he waits till your tongue darts out to kick his finger.

"I didn't expect you to become so forward with me so soon baby. I am proud but I can't let this slide. What if you disturb me for attention when I'm busy or with the members? Can't have that can we? Maybe I'll just fuck you with my fingers that you like to suck so much. Will that be enough? Or do you want me to shut you up with my cock? " His whispered words make you blush and clench around air while he fucks your mouth with his hand.

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a string of saliva joining your tongue and his fingertips. Using his free hand he opens your pants and panties just enough to let his hand slide in till your clit. Raising his eyebrows in approval at how wet you are, he draws patterns on your clit.

You grab his shoulders for support, closing your eyes and moaning his name softly. He connects your lips at the moment his finger penetrates your hole, making your eyes roll back in your head. Pulling away from the kiss you cry out, begging for more.

"Aw, crying already? I haven't even started properly baby. I'm gonna push you to your limit today. It's been real long since I fucked you full right? "

Jaeyoon

"Fuck can I just rip it open? " you ask breathily, struggling to remove the buttons of his shirt, desperately wanting to feel his body on yours.

"I don't know, can you? " he smirks pulling down the shoulder straps of your dress, pooling it on the floor.

Grabbing your wrists from his chest, he loops them around his neck and feels your body from your shoulders, down your back, unhooking your bra in the flow, and finally stopping when he reaches the back of your thighs.

Pecking your lips, he lifts you up and walks over to the bed, softly placing you on the center of the mattress.

"Since my shirt is annoying you so much, I'll just... " grabbing the collar of his shirt, he rips the annoying cloth open using his strength. Gasping softly, you feel his well built torso, marveling over how perfect he is. Your man is just so hot beyond imagination.

He leans down to kiss your lips for a moment before moving down towards your core, ensuring to make you squeal by shamelessly licking your boobs, nipples hardening when released.

"So pretty for me, so perfect... " he trails off, kissing your clit over your panties. Hooking his index fingers in your panties, he tugs at them hard till they tear open.

"Jaeyoon! "

"Don't worry baby, I promise to rip you open like this with my cock tonight" he chuckles.

"Jaeyoon... " you whine and turn your face in attempts to hide your red cheeks from him, which makes him laugh.

"Why? Don't you always like it when I paint your pretty little pussy? Hmm? Why so shy now baby? Scared you'll end up screaming when I fuck you like I say?" He whispers into your ears, fingers fucking into your hole, scissoring to stretch you out and his thumb occasionally brushing your clit. Mewling you try to hide your face from him again. Clicking his tongue in disappointment, he starts sucking on your neck, fingers not stopping their dance in you. When you let out soft moans, easing into the pleasure you're feeling, he smirks knowing damn well he's gonna have you screaming in no time.

Dawon

"Oh my god" you whispered softly as Sanghyuk's tongue flicked your clit suddenly. Gasping silently your hands moved to tug his hair, your legs trying to close but being prevented by his strong arms.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you breathe heavily as he kisses his way up from your core to your lips. A hand of his comes to caress your cheek while he smirks above you. "Do you plan on keeping my ears deprived of your sweet sounds even when I fuck you stupid? " he smiles and questions hotly as he marks up your neck.

"Hmm? " you look at him with doe eyes.

"Fuck don't look at me like that. I'm already finding it hard to control myself" he says kissing your mouth.

Unexpectedly he grinds his naked length to your core, coating his dick with your juices, kissing you, biting your lips and happily swallowing your shocked squeals and yelps that arise from each hip movement.

"Jagi you sound so cute for me" he lines himself up to your entrance, head just prodding into your hole. "Please don't hold back your moans from me baby, otherwise I may have to fuck you till you can't stay quiet anymore" he thrusts his whole length into you at once and starts to fuck you with a fast pace.

With every sound from you he just went deeper and faster, eliciting more moans and cries from you everytime.

Zuho

His groan vibrates through your body, your back arching off the couch handle where he has you over. Your left leg on the floor isn't really helping much as it rises up every time he hums into your pussy, you right leg on his shoulder, his hand holding your thigh and other keeping your legs open for him.

Moaning loudly your hands squeeze your boobs, breathing heavier than when you run a mile. Detaching from your pussy with a pop, he chuckles darkly. "I don't think I've ever heard you moan so loud. I could get used to this yeah "

Diving back in he pushes your left leg towards your chest, his tongue going in deeper than before making your eyes water with joy. His thumb rubs teasing circles on your inner thigh, stimulating you more than you thought possible.

Giving your clit one final suck, he pulls away completely and rises up till your face, kissing you and making you taste yourself on his tongue. He breaks the kiss soon and begins to palm his cock in his trousers.

"I want you to make yourself cum hard, and then I will kiss every inch of your body till there's goosebumps everywhere and then I'll fuck you so good the neighbors will wish they were us, okay? "

Rowoon

"I swear you're making me go crazy" Seokwoo said picking you up and backing your against the nearest wall will your back in flat against it.

Gasping silently you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders and legs around his waist.

Biting your lower lip then licking it, you lift your gaze up from his shirtless torso to his lips to his eyes, only to find them staring at you with such vigor. Smirking he takes a step forward, closing off any gap whatsoever between your bodies.

"What do I do now. Hmm? I go feral around you, and that isn't a very good look for a man so calm like me know? How do we fix this? " he finishes by rutting his hard-on to your clothed core, a series of soft moans erupting from you when he doesn't stop with one rut. You could tell exactly at which moment he got lost in the feeling of you, his eyes turning black with no sign of his chocolate like irises.

Digging your fintertips into his shoulders you slowly tilt your head back till it collides with the wall, giving Seokwoo the chance to lick up your throat. Breathing airily you move your hands to his neck, pulling him away from your neck and kissing him on his lips. The kiss is hot. Tongues mercilessly fighting, hair being tugged lightly, heaving chests not having much space to rise up without touching all with Seokwoo humping you.

Pulling away to catch your breath, "Please fuck me. Please, please, please, please... " you beg cutely not being able to take this torture anymore. Nodding in agreement Seokwoo moves to undress your bottoms and tenderly thrusts his length into you once naked. Mouth falling open in synchronized moans, your volume increases with inch of you being filled by him deliciously.

"Don't you dare stop moaning for me" he fucks you against the wall till you came screaming around his cock two times.

Yoo Taeyang

"And he was so cool you know, just as he always is..." Taeyang fanboys over his idol, quite an eventful day for him today. You really want to listen to him, you do and he looks so adorable and his eyes are so bright but here you are, thinking about his fingers pinching and rubbing the skin of your thighs, just below where your shorts and how it's making you wet cause he's so close to your aching core.

"Baby, are you listening? What's wrong?" He asks, concerned that you have something else on your mind.

"Nothing, sorry. You were saying...." Oh he doesn't buy it. He bites his lip, cause he knows you like the back of his hand, probably better. He knows that his fingers are affecting you, not that he'll admit that it was intentional.

"Come here" he pulls your leg over his lap, making you straddle him and wraps his pretty hands around your waist, holding you close.

"You know you can tell me if you want to fuck me right? " You gasp at his crude words making him chuckle at your adorableness. With a finger under you chin he leans forward attaching your lips together, his favorite dance to do with you to fluster you and make you whine for him to do something, anything to make you cum. And that's the best part for him, breaking you down till you become his needy little cockslut.

"We're not getting off this couch till your legs give out from riding my cock, you understand?"

Shyly you nod your head, unable to meet his eyes. God you'll be the death of him.

Hwiyoung

Inspired by a lovely chat with a friend 😏

Lukewarm water runs down your bodies. Lips engulfing each other's in sync, a lovely dance with running shower water as the music. Youngkyun breaks the kiss and gently brings his hand up to your cheek to rub it. Biting his lip he brings the same hand down, touching your chin, to your neck, to your shoulder and down your arm and finally intertwining your fingers together.

Whilst doing so, his gaze falls on your chest, breathing heavily while reddish marks adorn it in a scattered pattern. Suddenly he spins you so you face the shower and his pink lips attach themselves to your neck. He grazes your skin with his teeth and licks up your earlobe. While distracting you with his antics, his free hand travels down from your waist, over your abdomen and towards your core. You let out a small moan when his fingertips start circling around your clit.

"So sensitive for me baby. Do you like that? Do you like it when I claim you as mine? " he whispers lowly in your ears but all you can concentrate on are his fingers slowly going deeper to where you need him the most. Harshly biting your shoulder, you squeal at the sudden act only to realise that you failed to answer his question.

Your answer is cut off by an unexpected moan, your thighs closing around his hand as he starts to thrust his fingers one by one into your core. "Don't worry baby, it's just you and me. Moan all you want and as loudly as you want " he says needily rubbing his hardened dick on your backside. The rest of the shower was filled with soft whimpers and surprised gasps from the both of you.

Chani

"Baby, why didn't you tell me this?"

"Tell you what?"

"Tell me how great it'd be to sit on my face" Chani says casually almost making you drop the dish you were washing.

He grins at your reaction, catching the way you are breathing heavily at the slightest bit of teasing. He walks up behind you, hugging you as the fingers of his right hand travels up and down your arm, leaving goosebumps in its way.

"My friends told me that it feels amazing to have your girl sit on your face. And I'm sure your girlfriends also would've spoken about it." He explains and presses his half hard dick to your bum, grinding against you and grabs your hips to hold you in place before you run away from him.

"I... Don't... Yeah they did say something but I didn't pay attention cause... I... Fuck... Chani!!" Your words are cut short as your boyfriend started to kiss your neck, bite it even and distract you from your thoughts. His hand hovers around the elastic of your shorts, tugging it so lightly, it's almost not noticeable. As if his actions weren't enough to make you lose you mind,

"You sound so pretty baby. I want you to sit on my face now so I can hear you beg for me to make you cum. " He whispers in your ear, thumbs hooking in your shorts and pulling them down impatiently.

[yootaesowlwrites]

I Want To Watch - Chani / Kang Chanhee

W/C: 3.9K

Note: Blank blogs will be blocked. I don’t trust y’all, so make sure you have your age in your bio/desc or something on your blog. Minors DNI.

Prompts: “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.” + “I like it when you say my name like that.”

Warnings: Smut, explicit language, mutual masturbation, dirty talking, nudism, nipple stimulation, clit stimulation, fingering, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare, cockwamring.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You step into the bedroom and found Chani already laying on the bed, his eyes closed and his hands behind his head while one of his feet were tapping in the air. His shirt had ridden up slightly, and you could see the happy trail on his abdomen, which makes you lick your lips before biting the bottom one. You always wondered how he would look like touching himself in such a position, his happy trail grown out and his clothes completely discarded. You were completely lost in your own mind that you hadn’t noticed that he had opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at you.

“It must be one nice thought that’s going through your head right now,” He says in a low tone. You could hear the laziness in it as he spoke, which only seem to set your skin on fire and let your mind wander a little further at how he would grunt and groan as he touched himself. “Would you like to share them?”

“Would you really want to hear it?” You ask before turning away from the bed to try and clear your thoughts. You hear the bed shifting and moments later you hear footsteps approaching you before his arms wrap around you from behind and pressed his front against your back, which quickly caused his warmth and scent to radiate onto you. He places his chin on top of your shoulder, and you feel his breathing reach your ears.

“I really want to hear about it,” He says in a low tone. Which makes you squeeze your legs together, and it doesn’t go unnoticed by him. “Maybe I can make some of those thoughts come true,” His lips brush against the shell of your ear, and you feel a shiver going down your spine before goosebumps break out onto your skin.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You practically moan out. You feel one of his hands slowly slide down and cup your mound through your clothes, before his fingers slowly slip between your legs and press down on your folds. “Gosh…” He smirks as he feels your body reacting to the touch.

“Tell me,” He whispers. You close your eyes and try to regain your composure, and try to find your words without stuttering. “Come on, tell me… I want to know,” His fingers press a little harder against your folds, and you feel your panties about to slide between your folds. You take in a shuddering breath and place your hand on top of his that was still on your stomach.

“I… I want you to lay back and touch yourself,” You whisper. His fingers pause against your folds. “I want to watch,” You feel his fingers press down hard against your pussy, pushing your panties between your folds before pulls his hand away.

“You want to watch me as I touch myself?” He asks. You could feel the fabric of your panties rubbing your clit, and you had to keep back a whimper. He turns you around to face him, which makes the panties rub your clit even more as you move. “Will you be touching yourself as you watch me?” You slowly nod your head and bite the inside of your cheeks. “Undress me,” You immediately reach for his shirt, you didn’t need to be told twice. You curl your fingers around the hem of his shirt and pull it upwards, he lifts his arms to allow you to take his shirt off, and your eyes immediately drop to the happy trail. “You want to watch me touch myself while I have my happy trail, what did you picture in that dirty mind of yours?” You swallow as you feel heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks.

“I… You, naked on the bed, your cock hard and glistening from your cum as it's coated with it,” You say as you move your hands down to his sweatpants. “Groaning, grunting as you palm yourself, sweat sticking to you…” You curl your fingers around his waistband and push the sweatpants down along with his underwear. The clothes fall to the floor around his ankles with a whoosh, and he steps out from them.

“Sounds like a thought that could have made you wet,” He says. You push your thighs together, feeling your panties rub your clit again and feeling your wetness moving between your folds. “Strip for me,” He takes a few steps back before sitting down on the bed, spreading his legs and his semi-hard cock on display along with the happy trail. He leans back on his hands and watches you. You swallow and reach for your shirt before slowly removing it from yourself and letting it drop to the floor. “Did it make you wet?” Your bra was next to fall to the floor.

“It did,” You mumble as you reach for your pants next. You take in a deep breath as you feel your panties slowly peeling away from your clit as you push your pants along with your panties down your legs.

“Let me feel,” He says. You swallow as you step out from your clothes and make your way towards him. His eyes were drinking up every single part of you as you approached him. The way your curves were just right and the way your thighs could clamp down around his head and smother him when he would eat you out. You stop in front of him, and he reaches one hand out, pushing the heel of his palm against your mound while his fingers spread your folds and slowly feel around.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You whisper as you feel his fingers slide along the inside of your folds before pressing against your hole where most of your juices were. Your lids flutter as you feel his fingers slowly circle your slit before the warmth of them disappears. You watch as he wraps the hand that was just touching you around himself and slowly spread your juices over his semi-hard length.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” He groans. You suck your bottom lip between your teeth as you watch his semi-hard cock being coated with your wetness. He lays back on the bed, and you bite your lip as you watch his cock slowly rising as it grew harder, and his thighs bulging slightly. “ Fuck…” You could feel your bottom lip swelling from how hard you were sucking on it. You felt frozen in your spot as you watch him, the sight was better than you imagined, and he wasn’t completely hard yet. You could feel your heart rate picking up as he slowly runs his hand up and down along his length to get himself hard.

“Chanhee…” You whisper as you release your bottom lip. You step closer to the bed and sit down at the end of it, your eyes not wavering from the sight of his hand around himself. He turns his head in your direction and saw you watching his hand intently, he could feel his blood rushing down to his cock at the sight of you watching him like that. He watches as you cup your boob, almost unknowingly to yourself, and slowly massage your fingers into the flesh. “Ohh, fuck…” You could see some pre-cum starting to glisten at his slit.

“Hmm,” He hums. He watches as your other hand move to the inside of your thigh and gently stroke your inner thigh. Your fingers rub over your nipple, and he watches as your breathing becomes deeper. You wanted to watch him as he touched himself, and now he understood why, it was such a sinful and delicious sight to watch the one you love touch themselves in front of you. He rubs the palm of his hand over the head of his cock and spread the pre-cum over the tip before sliding his hand downwards again.

“Oh, my fucking fuck,” You breathe out, seeing the head of his cock glistening with his pre-cum, and it looked like such a delicious sight. You lick your lips and roll your nipple between your fingers, sending a jolt of pleasure down to your core and causing more wetness to grow between your legs. “Ohh, oh…” You watch as his length stands tall now that it was completely hardened. “So big, Chanhee…”

“Fuck, Y/n…” He groans. His strokes were long and slow and almost precise, you could see the prominent vein on the underside of his cock, leading all the way to the tip. Veins begin growing on his hand and slowly move along his wrist, which makes you unconsciously tug on your nipple.

“Oh, shit,” You mutter before releasing your nipple and placing that hand on the bed. “I…” You swallow and glance at the empty spot beside him, trying to see how much space there was before you lay down next to him. Your hand slides along the inside of your thigh, and you cup your pussy and slowly rub your outer folds.

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks. He could only see your wrist moving slowly, which should have been his answer, but he wanted to hear you say the words.

“Hmm… I am,” You breathe out. Your eyes had yet to waver from his hand around his cock that was slowly spreading his pre-cum over him and making his entire length glisten with the sticky liquid. You could see his stomach moving slowly as he breathes in deeply, his happy trail coming into sight every time he exhales. He props himself up on his elbow and watches as your fingers stroke along your folds.

“Fucking, fuck,” He breathes out. “I want to see that…” You feel your insides twisting at his words. “Can you move higher onto the bed, and I’ll turn around,” You pull your hand away from your pussy, and he watches as you move higher onto the bed and lay your head on top of the pillow. He releases his cock and climbs off the bed, only to climb back on with his feet on his pillows and his head at the end of the bed. “Fuck, so much better,” You now had a better sight of his cock, and you could still see his happy trail. You bend your knee and spread yourself more open for him to get a better view. “Fuck… I don’t know how long I’m gonna be able to hold back before I need to be inside you,” You grab onto his pillow before handing it off to him, he immediately places it behind his head to prop it up, even if it was just slightly.

“Chanhee,” You whimper. He licks his lips as he watches you move your hand between your legs again and stroke your fingers along your folds. “Touch yourself, please, Chanhee,” The way you were saying his name was making his mind become hazy. He wraps his hand around himself and slowly slides it along his girth, the wet sounds quickly fill the air as he plays with himself. “Oh, ohmm,” Your fingers move to your inner folds, and he could hear a faint squelching sound as your wetness moves along with your fingers.

“Hmm, Uhm,” He lowly groans. He could feel sweat slowly building up on his skin, his hair was already starting to stick to his forehead, and he could feel the bedding sticking to his back as well. The air inside the room has grown thicker and warmer, contributing only to the sweat building up on his skin and yours.

“Chanhee… Oh, my… Chanhee,” You whimper as you stroke your fingers next to your clit, doing your best to avoid the bundle of nerves. He slides the palm of his hand over the head of his cock, which seemed like it was swollen and begging to fill your pussy, and spread the liquid down his shaft and twists his hand at the base. You watch as he takes in a shuddering breath and fights to keep his eyes open and on your hand, on your pussy. “Chaaanhheee,” His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows loudly.

“I like it when you say my name like that,” He breathes out. Your legs jolt as you slide your finger over your clit and slowly rub over the nub. “Fucking… Fuck,” He licks his lips and watch as you take the nub between your thumb and middle finger and slowly roll it between the pads of your fingers.

“Hmm, Chanheeee,” You whine. You could feel your skin heating up and your back sticking to the headboard, your heart rate was loud in your ears. “Ohh, Chanhee, Chanhee…” He lets out a groan as he moves his hand faster along his length and his breathing increases, you could see exactly what you were doing to him when you moaned and whined his name. “Chanhee…” You could see his skin beginning to glisten underneath the bedroom lights as the layer of sweat becomes thicker. The squelching sounds become louder the more you play with your clit, you could feel a tension slowly building inside your abdomen.

“Hmm, Y/n… baby, sweetheart,” He groans. Your fingers slide down to your slit, and he watches as a digit disappears inside of you, his eyes roll to the back of his head before he tries to focus on your finger and pussy. He watches as your juices get pushed out from around your finger and lets out a low groan at the sight. “Fuck, that… That’s so hot,” The sucking sound of your wetness fills the air, and he could feel his cock twitch in his hand.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You whimper out. You slowly pump your digit in and out of you, it felt euphoric as you fingered yourself in front of him, and have him watch you like that. “Chanhee… Are you drooling?” You could see something at the corner of his mouth, and once you mentioned it, he quickly swipes his tongue over his lips. “Fuck…” To have him drooling over the sight of you made the feeling even stronger inside you. You push a second digit inside you, and he watches as your walls stretch around your fingers.

“Fuck… Hell,” He groans out. You could see that his fingers were completely coated with his pre-cum and glistening in the light as he palms himself faster and faster, almost following the rhythm of your fingers as you pump them in and out of your sopping hole. You curl them inside your hand, he watches as your hips slightly lift off the bed. “Fuck…” You could see sweat coating his chest, and that was exactly what you had pictured in your mind. His hand around himself, his skin coated with sweat and him looking like sin.

“Fuck, Chanhee…” You moan. Your lids flutter as you feel a tightening feeling forming inside you quickly, you slip a third digit into yourself, and the stretch makes you moan and close your eyes. Your head turns to the side and Chanhee watched with anticipation now, he could see you pumping your fingers rapidly in and out of you, and knew you were getting close to your high. “Chhaannnnhhheeeee,” He watches your muscles tense and your fingers move faster and faster, you dig the heel of your palm against your clit, your toes curl into the bedding and a hot tingling sensation goes up your legs. “FUCK, CHANHEE!” He forces himself to slow down his movements as he watches you come undone right in front of his eyes.

“CHANHEE!” You cry out as the tension snaps inside of you. Your mind tumbles into the clouds as stars fly past your vision, your body felt like it was floating. You rub your palm faster against your clit to get you through your high while your fingers still pumping in and out of you. They weren’t stretching you out nearly enough like his would, but it was enough, for now. “CHANHEEEE!” He releases his cock and quickly moves between your legs, he grips your wrist and pulls your hand away from your pussy, interlacing his fingers with yours and feeling the stickiness of your juices move onto his hand.

“Fuck, fuck, so hot,” He mumbles. As you come down from your high, you quickly realize that he was now between your legs and his cock was resting against your pussy. “You look so hot… I need to be inside you, now,” You feel your pussy twitch at his words and open your eyes to look up at him. “That look… Fuck.”

“Put it in, please,” You whisper. You were breathing rapidly from the high you just had, and your walls were pulsing, but you were desperate to feel him inside you, to feel his cock stretch and fill you. Your body jolts as you feel his cock slowly push through your folds and slide along your pussy before the head pressed against your entrance.

“Did you enjoy your little show, sweetheart?” He asks in a low tone, which makes you whimper and rapidly nod your head. You could feel the head of his cock circling your entrance. “Use your pretty words.”

“Yes, yes, I did!” You blubber out. You feel his cock slowly slide into you and stretch your walls. “Ohh, ohh, fuck, yes, Chanhee,” And slowly fills you, you reach up and grab onto his shoulder and dig your nails into his skin to leave red scratch marks behind on his skin. “Fuuuck.”

“Ohh, fuck, uhh, uhmm,” He groans as he feels your walls squeeze down around him. “Fuuuckk,” You barely catch sight of his eyes rolling to the back of his head before your lids shut in the ecstasy feeling that was coursing through your veins. “Ohh, hmm,” The squelching sound of your juices quickly fills the room along with the sound of your moans and his groans.

“Chanheeee,” You whine out. His hips pause against yours momentarily before he lifts them, his cock slowly slides from you halfway before he thrusts back into you. “Ohh, oh, my fucking…” The way his cock was rubbing along your walls felt so heavenly, and you could feel another high starting to build inside you. “Chanhee… Chanhee…”

“Fuck, that feels so good,” He grunts out. He grabs onto your hips and pulls you closer against him, your walls clench as you feel his cock slipping deeper into you and hitting the right places. “Fuck… again, do that again,” His cock was aching from stroking himself, and he was sure he wasn’t going to last long. “Fucking…”

“Chanhee…” You whimper. You could see tiny spots behind your lids, and your mind was slowly ascending into the clouds again. “More… I need more,” His thrusts pick up, and you feel his grip on your hips tightening before you felt him lift it off the bed to get a better angle. “FUCK!” The loud squelching sounds were so sinful yet delicious. “CHANHEE!” You could just about feel your juices splattering on the inside of your thighs with his quick pace.

“Fuck, so good, you’re so good to me,” He pants out. Your grip on his shoulders seem to tighten the closer you were getting to your high, and the feeling was driving him mad. “Fuck…” The sound of the bed squeaking and the headboard banging against the wall fills the room along with the other sounds. “Fucking, squeeze me again, fuck,” His tone almost sounded desperate.

“Chanheeeee,” You whine out as you feel a hot sensation shoot up your legs, your head begins turning from side to side as the overwhelming feeling of pleasure washes over you. “FUCK!” You squeeze your legs against his side as the tension inside you comes undone. For a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of your wetness squelching. “C-CHANHEE!” Your body felt like it was in the clouds while fireworks seem to explode behind your lids.

“Fuck, yes, like that, yes,” He grunts out, trying to thrust faster into you. His hips begin to stutter, and he felt his balls tightening as he feels your orgasm surround his cock and spilling from you as he thrusts into you. “Fuck, fuck… fuuuuckkk,” Your walls were clenching around him unconsciously, and it was making his mind spin on the pleasure that was surging through him.

“Chanhee, Chanhee, Chanhee,” You chant his name as your body was shaking underneath him. You felt pure ecstasy as you were going through your high. You could feel tears of pleasure forming in your eyes as your muscles tighten from the release. “Chanheee!” You could feel him practically pounding into you before you felt your muscles relax, your grip on his shoulders slowly loosen until your hands slide down to his elbows.

“Fuuuuuccckkk,” He lowly groans and pauses his fast movements. The tightening feeling on his balls quickly disappears as hot cum spills into you. “Fuck… Yes, yes…” He slowly rocks his hips into yours to ease himself through his high as you were slowly coming down from yours, you could feel your skin slowly cooling off, and you quickly became aware of him filling you.

“Chanhee…” You whisper. His head drops to your shoulder, and you feel his hot breathing close to your ear. “Gosh…” His movements slow down before they completely stop, within a few seconds you quickly find yourself on top of him and feel his hands sliding around you to hold you down against him. Silence quickly fills the room, and you feel the temperature drop, the cool air nips at your warm, sweat-coated skin. Your thoughts slowly calm down, and you feel your breathing slowly evening out. His hand slowly and gently rub up and down along your back, which was sending a wave of comfort through you.

“Are you okay?” He softly asks. The afterglow was fully settling in now, and you could feel yourself relaxing into him, and fully soak up the warmth he was providing to you.

“Hmm, I’m okay,” You whisper. “Absolutely okay, that sight… Better than I imagined,” He could feel your walls pulse around him as you thought back to the sight of his hand around himself. “And you?” You move your gaze to his shoulders. “I should… clean those,” You were about to get up, but his grip around you tightens, and he holds you down against him. “Chanhee.”

“Later, later, you can clean and tend to it later,” He says. “It’s okay now, it doesn’t hurt,” You let out a huff but nod your head. “I enjoyed it… maybe we should find a better position to do it in though,” You bite the inside of your cheeks. “Maybe sitting next to each other… so I can reach over and put my fingers inside you.”

“And I can stroke your cock?” You ask. He lets out a low grunt. “I take that as a yes,” He lifts his head away from your neck and the spot quickly becomes cold. “Let me go get the cloth and clean us, okay?”

“No, no, not yet… not yet,” He mutters. “Just a little longer, a little more…” He was enjoying you on top of him, and feeling you melt into him. “Just… five more minutes,” You smile and nod your head before resting your head on his chest, you feel his lips gently touch the top of your head. “Thank you.”

[seokmattchuus]

SF9 Masterlist

💜 - suggestive 🖤 - smut 🩵 - fluff 🩶 - angst 💚 - sad 🩷 - comedy

Lazy Days (Seokwoo Drabble) 🩵🖤

Reaction to you wanting them to choke you 💜

[yunhohours]

What You Want From Me

✗ Pairing: idol!bf!chani x fem!reader

✗ Word count: 2k

✗ Warnings: lil bit of angst, reader is passive aggressive and immature (boo tomato tomato don't be like reader boooo), no actually reader is so annoying i'm so sorry, fingering (f. receiving), exhibitionism if you squint, orgasm denial, consent could be considered shaky ig but dw everything is consensual here

✗ A/N: this was a daydream i kept having despite the reader behaving absolutely nothing like me. i had to write it to get it out of my head. here's hoping it rots your brains instead xoxo

You’re checking every hanger in your closet to make sure you’re not missing any potential outfits when you hear Chani from the other room. “Y/n, are you ready? We need to leave.” You can tell from the sound of his voice that he’s hovering by the front door, probably busying himself with his phone while he waits for you. You know you’d be leaving this very moment if it were solely up to him. “I need to stop and get gas on the way.”

You had already finished every other part of readying yourself. You showered, moisturized, attended to your hair, and enhanced your features with just enough makeup to make you slightly more radiant. Chani would swear that you couldn’t be more radiant than when you first wake up, but you like to put in that extra bit of effort when you’re going for lunch with others. You don’t care so much when it’s just Chani’s members, but from what you’ve gathered, there will be at least a handful of company staff members attending lunch as well. You want to look nice in front of people that probably care very much about him.

You finally settle on two possible dresses that suit the image you’d like to present. They’re both the same simple silhouette–nothing too proper but certainly not too skimpy either. You’re only struggling over which color to pick. The black one will make you seem more elegant, perhaps currying favor with the staff members that want only the best for Chani. The cerulean one may give the impression that you’re light and bright–a bit of sunshine for everyone around. Who wouldn’t want that, right? Does Chani want a polished girlfriend or a sweet girlfriend for lunch?

Why don’t you just ask him?

You bounce out of your room, dresses held up in a hand each, and find Chani exactly where you thought he’d be. “Babe,” you announce yourself, causing Chani to look up from his phone. “Which dress?”

Chani’s gaze moves from one dress to the other in silence before he looks back at you incredulously. “Y/n, it really doesn’t matter. Can you just hurry up? I’ve told you we need to go multiple times and now you’re showing me the same dress twice and asking me to pick one. Wear whichever one you want. I don’t care.”

I don’t care. Ouch.

You stand there shuffling your feet for a moment. “I just wanted to look nice for you,” you admit in an almost whisper before you disappear into the bedroom again.

You pull the black dress over your head, tossing the bright, light version of you to the floor. You slip on the first pair of shoes you can find and make your way back to Chani. Don’t want to make him wait another second, you think to yourself.

-

The car ride to the restaurant is quiet and so is the lunch itself. You don’t say much because, quite frankly, your feelings are still hurt. You cared so much about this lunch because you love Chani, but he couldn’t care about your dress for two seconds? 

You know you’re being a bit ridiculous, especially because he has apologized to you multiple times. He apologized to you in the car the second your seatbelts were buckled–eyes on yours and your hand in his as he kissed the back of it. When you still didn’t seem to forgive him, he figured he’d let you have time, deciding not to push the issue and just holding your hand softly in his lap while he drove. You could feel his eyes glancing at you every few seconds to gauge you. Clearly, he didn’t mean to upset you.

Even during lunch, he kept apologizing. Despite being surrounded by members that could tease him and staff that he wants to appear responsible in front of, he kept your hand in his. He’d lean over when everyone else was busy talking and press a kiss to your temple, mumbling another soft-spoken apology even when you didn’t respond to any of the previous ones. He was really trying and Chani doesn’t apologize when he doesn’t mean it. You should just tell him about how it made you feel and forgive him. Hell, you were both wrong when you really think about it. You weren’t being respectful of his time and he wasn’t sensitive to your feelings. Neither of you have the upper hand here.

You’re not sure what you expect him to do or why you can’t get out of your funk, but when you step back into your bedroom and see the blue dress on the floor, you know that you’re certainly not over it yet. You step over it and make your way to the bed, situating yourself against the backboard, legs straight out in front of you. Chani followed you the second you parked the car out front, clearly still intent on getting this issue resolved, but you could tell he was starting to lose his patience. That’s almost definitely your fault. You were acting like a brat–refusing to look at him, talk to him, or even acknowledge his presence at all, really.

He places himself on the bed next to you, his back resting against the headboard too. You sink down a bit, creating some distance from him. Even though you can’t see him, you can feel him burning a hole into the top of your head with his eyes. 

“Still not talking to me, mm?” His voice practically falls onto your ears with his position above you like this.

You don’t answer, pursing your lips as your fingers fidget with the hem of your dress. You can’t answer, actually. If you did, you would have to admit that you have been ignoring him on purpose and you’re still not feeling adult enough for that. The silence in the room is suffocating but your stubbornness is unwavering.

“I see,” he finally says after a minute or three of silence. You expect him to get up and keep himself occupied elsewhere, but he doesn’t and you feel frozen. You don’t even want to move for fear that it will pop the bubble of indignance you’ve created around yourself. Chani is not above calling you out. And when he does… he’s almost always right. You can’t have that.

You can feel Chani turn his attention to a bottle of water on the nightstand. He picks it up and takes a nice big drink. Probably calming himself, you suspect. He turns to put it back down where he found it, his other hand sliding itself onto your thigh. Your eyes are immediately focused on his hand and the way it seems to be nonchalantly sliding up the inside of your dress. What does he think he’s up to? Still, you subconsciously part your legs for him, cursing yourself over an instinct you hadn’t expected you’d need to stifle.

You want to look at him. You want to see if he’s smirking about how easily your body gives itself over to him even if seeing that smirk would only make you mad. The only reason you don’t is because you wouldn’t just be mad. You’d be embarrassed.

You follow the trail of Chani’s hand until it reaches its destination: your panties. You almost groan when you realize you wore his favorite pair–a decision made before he hurt your feelings, obviously. His middle finger ghosts over the crotch of the fabric before pushing it to the side. Your breath is caught in your throat and you’re struggling not to make a sound or to move a face muscle. That proves immeasurably more difficult when Chani’s fingertip eases itself onto your clit, rubbing slow circles.

He’s so fucking quiet. It’s maddening. You want him talking. Not because you want to talk to him, but because you want to know why the fuck he’s touching you right now. It feels too good to stop him but not knowing his thought process from she’s ignoring me to i should play with her pussy is driving you crazy.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Chani’s other hand rise from the bed, instagram open on his phone. You can’t believe your eyes as you watch him scrolling lazily through post after post, occasionally double tapping a like while his other hand dips down, two fingers grazing through your folds. You can feel his fingers gliding with more ease by the second, your own body betraying you by giving Chani the arousal he surely expected. You clench your jaw when you feel a moan trying to force its way out. Fuck. Why do you always want him so bad? Even when you swear you’re pissed?

Things continue just like this for a few minutes. Chani’s fingers spread your slick over your cunt and you try like hell not to humor him with indications of the pleasure he’s giving you. He circles your entrance, testing it, and your toes curl, seeking grounding from the mattress. He seemingly gets bored of instagram and swipes it away, switching to some game you couldn’t possibly name as he sinks two fingers inside of you.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your head tilts up and to the right as you stare at the ceiling, insisting on not letting him see the way your jaw goes slack. You close your eyes and focus on your breathing as he pumps his fingers inside of you, your body succumbing to him by the moment. You’re fighting a losing battle but you desperately want him to make you cum. Maybe then you’ll forgive him.

You almost jump out of your skin when the silent room is suddenly disturbed by the loud ringing of Chani’s phone. Your eyes are back on his screen, praying that he rejects the call. You know if he answers it then this little game–is that what it is?–will be over. You watch as his thumb moves towards the “accept” button and you start to feel defeated.

Except he answers it and his fingers don’t leave you. Now you’ve seen it all. Chani does not normally take the risk of others hearing or seeing you two engaging in any kind of physical contact. Yet here he is… talking to Hwiyoung as his fingers curl deliciously inside you, pressing right into that spot you so desperately want him to touch. You stare at the side of his annoyingly handsome face in shock, fingers clutching at the blankets beneath you to try and keep yourself composed. It infuriates you that he doesn’t look at you. You’re finally acknowledging him, albeit only with your eyes, and he won’t look at you?

It’s hard to stay too mad, though, when his thumb finds your clit, joining his scissoring fingers in this quest to overwhelm you with pleasure until you break. You’ve decided that’s what this is. And you hate it, but you think he might just win. You can feel yourself tumbling frighteningly close to an orgasm and it’s getting exponentially harder to choke down the sounds you would normally let out freely. The only thing saving you now is Hwiyoung being on the other side of that phone call.

Your head falls back onto the headboard, eyes closed and mouth open in silent moans. You can hear Chani planning to meet up with Hwiyoung and some of the others to do who-knows-what for work but it’s all meaningless to you because you’re unraveling, your body writhing from Chani’s slender fingers. You feel yourself starting to clench around them at the same time as Chani says, “Yeah, I can come by now.”

And then his fingers are pulling out of you and he’s pressing the end call button as he stands up, sliding the phone into his pocket. He gives you a onceover. You’re gawking at him as your body is still recoiling from the orgasm he dangled in front of it, only to snatch it away. He cocks his head to the side. “Hmm. Seems like you need something? Too bad you can’t tell me what that is.”

He heads in the direction of the bedroom door, picking his keys up from the dresser on his way. He stops before he leaves the doorway, turning his head only slightly to say one final thing to you over his shoulder. “Maybe while I’m gone you can think about what it is that you want from me.”

And just like that, he’s gone and you’re feeling exactly what you’ve been hoping to avoid this entire time: embarrassment.

[synthetickitsune]

Hi! How are you doing lately? I hope all is well with you 😊 I saw your prompts are open, I was hoping to request Fluff 24 smut 2, 18, 29 with Chani for #Sf9 he’s really making me weak since seeing him perform Valhalla live. I love your writing it helps get me through the days! Have a great holiday 😊

Hey, I hope all is well with you too! ♡ Thank you, and thanks for requesting~

Chani (SF9) | ➢ Bulging ➢ Rough and desperate ➢ "Can I touch you" ➢ "Get over here and make me" smut | 0.8k

“Just shut your mouth already,” he growls, his jaw set and hands all but tearing the tie off his neck. You wouldn’t mind looking at him for eternity, but maybe you can do that later. You don’t blame him, no, you’re actually impressed. He’s lasted so long already, it’d be a shame if you were to push just a little harder. So of course you slowly retract the fingers that drip with your arousal and extend the hand towards him.

“Get over here and make me,” you push his limits, his already strained nerves. That seems to change his mind about throwing the tie away.

And only minutes later your hands lay useless above your head, tied at the wrists. Chani’s body, as bare as your own, hovers above you. Not unlike a predatory bird eyeing its prey. Impatience is not a bad look at him. All his features seem sharper when he’s angry and the look in his eyes makes a shiver run down your spine. You want to talk back to him more, rile him up so much you’d regret it, yet his dark eyes make you lower your head and look at him like you’re asking for forgiveness.

“So you know how to be quiet,” he hums, smirk tugging at corners of his lips. They soon crash into yours, his tongue demanding access straight away. You feel yourself turning into jelly under him. His body prevents you from rubbing your thighs together and all you can do is whine into the punishing kiss.

“So impatient,” he comments with faux nonchalance, as if he wasn’t leaking all over your stomach. Fortunately it doesn’t seem like Chani wants to keep up the act any longer.

Sliding the head of his cock through your soak folds and teasing your clit until you’re begging him to fuck you, he drinks you in. There’s something mesmerizing about your glazed over eyes and how you struggle against your binds, yet leave your hands where he told you to. You’re behaving, so perhaps there’s no reason to deny himself pleasure any longer.

He sheats himself to the hilt and groans as your warm velvety walls envelop him and your legs wrap around his hips. He doesn’t allow you much time to adjust. He’s waited long enough already.

The pace he sets has you crying out his name immediately. His hips snap against yours so fast you feel your body being pushed higher on the bed. Uselessly you dig your nails into your own palms while his make pretty little marks on your hips. You can barely get your eyes to open but the view is worth it. His hair is getting wet with sweat and his eyes are glued to your body. It gives you a sense of power.

Only for it to be ripped away in the next second with a particularly hard thrust. Of course you only have as much power as he allows you to have. At least in the bedroom. You mewl, but over the sound you hear him growl a curse. There’s a hand on your stomach, rubbing a certain spot with unexpected tenderness. 

“Open your eyes for me, baby,” he coaxes you, almost cooing as he plants a kiss to your forehead. You do as he told you, meeting his eyes that are not as soft as you’d expect. He smirks, tapping his fingers on your abdomen. “Keep your eyes open. Look here.”

It’s a struggle. He’s not holding back as he resumes his thrusts, deep and hard. You’d think he’s doing it to tease you and make it harder for you but then you see it. With each thrust, that spot bulges and when he presses his hand against the small mound, there can be no doubt as to what is the cause.

“Fuck,” you whine, unbothered by the look of wonder in Chani’s eyes as he keeps fucking into you just to watch your body doing its best to accommodate him. He should slow down or he’ll cum soon but he can’t stop, he can’t tear his eyes away.

“Can I touch you?” you plead, pulling at his tie, trying to free your hands. You need to feel him and pull him close. You want to feel his skin under your palms. You should’ve known better.

Slowing down but not pausing he carefully helps you move your hands until they’re resting over that spot.

“Be good for me now, hm?” he says but it’s strained and it affects you much more than it should, “Keep your hands there and I’ll make you cum on my tongue.”You doubt you’ll last that long, honestly. Feeling him inside you inside and out is a feeling you never expected to know but it’s quickly becoming your favorite.

[lilianrennifer]

🍀 Youngbin

Nothing So Far

🐣 Jaeyoon

Nothing So Far

👅 Dawon

Nothing So Far

🔝 Hwiyoung

Between Us- Monsta X I.M

👼🏻 Chani

Nothing So Far

[cassie48]

∙ 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘺 ∙

(Eventual)Dark!Paul Atreides x fem pregnant reader

• Pt 1 •

࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎࿎

You and Paul grew up together on Caladan. You were born on the same day, on the same hour. Paul’s mother lady Jessica had always seen you as a daughter and for some unknown reason, insisted that you and her son always stay together.

When you and Paul grew to become teenagers, feelings became involved, and a powerful love blossomed. When the two of you heard you had to leave for Arrakis, you were both petrified. But you knew everything would be ok, as long as you stayed together.

When the two of you arrived to the planet, the local fremen called Paul the “Lisan al-Gaib” and you the “malaka”. Neither of you knew what that meant. So, walking hand in hand, you glanced at each other, both your faces full of confusion and curiosity.

When you were told that the names meant 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 and 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, both of you were confused.

The night before the imperial Sardaukar troops invaded Arrakis, you found out you were pregnant. It was a complete shock and you and Paul were barely 20. You told Paul as soon as you found out. He comforted you, saying the baby was a blessing, and you two would get through it together.

When the troops came in, all hell broke lose. Thankfully you made it out with Paul, and met lady Jessica before running for the hills. Your hand went to your belly, complete fear consuming you. You three managed to get a plane and fly out.

After surviving a storm, and a long, dangerous journey, the three of you ended up in Fremen territory. You met Chani, who was sceptical of your boyfriend, but seemed to like you.

One man was not happy with your arrival and even challenged Jessica. Paul fought for her, killing the man, after a long brutal fight.

As soon as he had done it, he walked straight up to you, he looked full of power and confidence.

“It’s ok my love” he had told you as he hugged you close to him, his hand eventually resting on you belly. Jessica had told you she was pregnant as well, which eased up your nerves, knowing you two would get through it together.

After a good few weeks with the Fremen, Paul learned the ways of the Fremen being taught by stilgar , you tried to do what you could , which was little as you were now coming up to almost 4 months pregnant.

It all changed when Paul rode his first sand worm, you stood with the Fremen watching along with them as you saw Paul do nearly the impossible, smiling at him

All the Fremen beside you stared yelling out 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗹-𝗚𝗮𝗶𝗯, some walking up to you before kneeling, and taking your hand yelling out 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗸𝗮, praising you

You were confused and scared, and just wanted your boyfriend to hold you. More and more people came up to you grabbing your hand, until suddenly you began to cry. You don’t really know why, but your emotions had been all over the place with your pregnancy.

As soon as Stilgar saw you crying he yelled out at the Fremen, asking them 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘩? 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘤𝘳𝘺!

Immediately they stopped, backing away with whispered apologies to you. When you told Paul later he was outraged.

“Do they think they can grab you like that? You are pregnant they could have hurt you or the baby!” He yelled out, pure rage in his voice.

“It’s ok Paul real-“ you started

“No. It’s not, you were crying, Chani told me. This has to stop” is all he said before pulling you into a hug, you resting your head on his shoulder, his head resting on your own.

Jessica had told you she thinks your baby’s is a boy, you believe her, as she is now the reverend mother. She had really changed, it scared you.

The Fremen and Paul continued fighting against the Sardauker troops, most were very successful. Sadly they blew up the temple, where many had been inside and where they prayed and laid their loved ones to rest.

Paul had been called down to speak with the leaders in the south of Arrakis, he took Stilgars place as he had been injured from the attack.

When you two arrived, Paul told you to go to sleep for a while, you were now seven months pregnant and your body was becoming tired more often.

After about two hours Jessica came up, yelling for you, saying Paul was in trouble. You jumped out of bed and waddled down to him as fast as you possibly could.

She told you he had drank worm blood, to gain an understanding of the prophecy and his future. She told you only your years would bring him back to life. Of course, you had already been crying, so it wasn’t so hard.

Paul gasped and sat up, coming back to reality, he glared seeing all the people surrounding them. He turned to look at you, smiling as he did, cupping your cheeks. You leant into his touch, throwing yourself into his embrace, letting many tear’s escape.

Stilgar yelled out “As it was written!” In pure shock.

“Paul why’d you do it!” You yelled, while crying into his shoulder.

“It’s ok. I understand now. This baby, it’s a miracle, 𝗛𝗲 shall rule after me” he said smiling while looking at you adoringly.

“What? I-I don’t understand! Rule?” You said still crying from the events.

“Trust me. You are the Malaka. You, are the most important woman on the planet right now. This pregnancy, it’s in the prophecy, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 were in the prophecy my love” he said properly sitting up.

“W-What?” You whispered still confused.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about any of this, you trust me don’t you” He said leaning in closer to you.

You nodded, leaning your body into his, your crying and worrying making you tired.

“Good.” Is all he said leaning into you and kissing you passionately, forgetting you two had a whole audience.

“Oh em well everybody give Lisan al-Gaib and the Malaka privacy” stilgar ordered as the Fremen left yelling out messiah words in their language.

You and Paul continued making out for around five minutes before he noticed how tired you were.

“Come my love” he said as he picked you up, holding you tightly in his arms. You leaned your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes, feeling completely safe in his embrace.

“No one will harm you, my love” he whispered as you drifted off to sleep.

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There will be a pt2!!

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summary: the discovery of a long hidden planet operating outside of the emperor’s rule threatens to upend the balance between the great houses and shift the tides of war. (ongoing series)

pairings: paul atreides x reader , chani x reader, leto atreides x reader, lady jessica x reader, irulan x reader, feyd rautha x reader (AFAB crown heir!reader)

cw: reverse harem type crack treated seriously, cosmic horror elements, undecided/possibly ambiguous endgame, dark/yandere behavior & themes, comedic undertones, dark & nsfw content, canon compliant as much as possible but there will be gaps in my memory, past leto & jessica (they split after she became a reverend mother)/past paul & chani, each character pursues reader separately, oc planet & oc house for reader, pretend like it still makes sense for leto to be there, don’t think too hard about the logistics of this in general, vintage sci fi inspired, i just wanted to have a silly unrealistic series where it’s all about the reader lmao

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- faetreides 2024

[periprose]

Priestess | Sayyadina

Faith is falling in Sietch Tabr. Reverend Mother Ramallo has a solution– marrying Naib Stilgar to one of the Sayyadina, in order to greater connect the people and the spiritual way, and enable Lisan Al Gaib’s journey to freedom, when he appears. This is your story as the chosen priestess.

Genre: arranged marriage to lovers, fluff, smut, (oral, piv, 18+) angst, lots of sci-fi Dune book references

Word count: 9.8k

Fremen Dictionary:

Sayyadina: Lower ranking priestess(es) who have not yet drank the Water of Life

Naib: Leader of a Sietch

Sietch: Cave/place of assembly by the Fremen

Sahar: Reader’s Sietch Name

Biet: Reader’s Fremen Name

Stilgar climbs up the rocky terrain, his fingers adeptly finding well-known grooves in the stone as he lifts himself to the absolute top of the cliff.

He needs some time to think over his conversation with Ramallo, Sietch Tabr’s Reverend Mother, before he heads back to the Sietch. Stilgar is not one to stay away from his people, his community— but for once in his life, it’s too close for comfort.

As Naib, there will be too many people coming to him at once, asking for his advice and input on things he is normally capable of answering. Friends and family will approach him closely, knowing too much about him to tell there’s something on his mind, and expecting him to be transparent as he typically is.

For this moment, though, he needs his head to be clear. He cannot be as jovial as he might’ve been in the past.

What Ramallo offered him is a subject matter he does not take lightly. 

The sun is setting as Stilgar remembers their conversation from the previous hour.

/

“As Sayyadina, as Reverend Mother, my honest recommendation is that the Northern Fremen need to replenish their numbers.” Ramallo speaks in hushed tones of Chakobsa, the native Fremen language.

Stilgar is slightly confused. The concept of child bearing is not one that he has to be concerned with, as he, despite his older age, has not been married yet.

Something he admonishes himself for.

“There are many of us, but we could always expand. I have already suggested to the South that they could send some of their people here, if they would like to be.” Stilgar frowns. “So many Fremen in the south, densely packed, is an easy way to be attacked. We could spread out more.”

“Save your war-speak for later, Stilgar.” Ramallo tuts, and then sighs a long, languid sigh that has Stilgar feeling much younger than he really is. “I don’t mean simply bringing people here.”

He’s never sure what the Reverend Mother wants, but he always gives her his full attention. Something about staying in his faith for so long has kept him here, grounded, seated in front of Ramallo, ready to do what needs to be done. Not just for the Mahdi, as he is often teased about, but so he doesn’t lose himself.   

“Please. Tell me.” He asks, kneeling his head down in a solemn movement, and Ramallo knows he’s ready for this.

“The youth of Sietch Tabr don’t believe in our faith anymore, do they?” Ramallo wraps a gnarled finger around her wrist, feeling a minor form of trepidation she is sure real Bene Gesserit have never felt. “They laugh when we speak of Lisan al Gaib.” 

“They have not read the prophecy.” Stilgar swallows, unsure if he can really speak on this, when he regards himself as a humble follower. “They laugh because they do not believe in the Mahdi to free us.”

Stilgar thinks of his niece, Chani, who suggests that a Fremen could be the Mahdi. He knows this can’t be true, because he believes his people are fed-up— it should have happened by now if one of them was truly possessed with that capability.

“Sietch Tabr is too worldly now. I worry that if we lose our faith, we cannot usher in Lisan al Gaib as he should be, and our promise to freedom.” Ramallo fixes her cold, foggy pupils on Stilgar, the cloudy whites making the typical Fremen-blue appear more teal. He shivers at the idea. 

“I want you, as Naib, our political leader, to take one of the Sayyadina as your wife. One of the lower priestesses.” 

Stilgar nearly protests instantly, feeling embarrassed to even think of desecrating a Sayyadina like this, but the old Reverend Mother knows what he thinks of this. 

“It would be a marriage between our religion and our people, a symbolic union. I believe our spirituality will be renewed.” Ramallo taps his hand. “I’m an old woman now. I cannot make as much as a difference as my younger sisters— and you and I both know it is written that we must keep bearing children.” 

Stilgar swallows. He only vaguely knows of the Bene Gesserit, but he can guess Ramallo was deeply inspired by their way, marrying into families, keeping a physical bloodline going. The only thing that troubles him, is that he’s unsure of what this has to do with having children with a Sayyadina in particular. 

“If you have children, especially with a Sayyadina, they are more likely to be faithful. Perhaps we cannot convert the others,” Ramallo grits her teeth. “But I believe we can start anew.”

/

Stilgar knows he cannot force himself on any of the Sayyadina. It’s bad enough that they cannot say no to the Reverend Mother’s command, especially with that shocking, unnerving Voice she uses, so he would much rather let one of them pick him. Yes, that’s what he’ll do— walk into the temple, and let them approach him.

He just hopes he’s not too old, too ugly, too entwined with his role as Naib. He wonders if that’s why women haven’t necessarily been interested in him— what with his constant vigilance to keep Sietch Tabr safe and with a good allocation of resources, which makes him rather unapproachable, not as dashing as a typical Feydakin.

He knows how Lady Jessica looked at him with reproach when he offered himself to her, to protect her and her son, Paul. Yes, even the name Paul suggests something more to him— he still thinks he could be Lisan al Gaib. But either way, Lady Jessica did not want to be connected to him like that— so Stilgar feels that he must admire how marriage exists in that intrinsic bond between two people, from afar.

On the other hand, he feels the slightest tinge of hope when he remembers that a Sayyadina would surely be impressed with his devotion. In fact, Stilgar feels a slight grin on his face, as he climbs down from his cliff, thinking of a veiled Fremen priestess, eyes of Ibad even bluer than his own, marking her commitment to the faith. Holy, but his, to see like no one else would, and to be devoutly loyal to.

Almost like a personal representation, an extension of their faith together. And suddenly Stilgar feels understanding to what the Reverend Mother said, as he walks through the night, back to his quarters, that there would be power in this.

/

You’re chewing on your bottom lip, knowing that it’s a needless thing to do— a waste of water, now, that a drop of blood has been drawn from where you have accidentally split your lip— and you can’t help yourself.

Reverend Mother Ramallo grasped you and your sisters’ hands during prayer this morning, and told you that Stilgar would choose one of you as his wife.

It’s a bit surprising. As a Sayyadina directly under a Reverend Mother, you simply expected to be on your own, until she died and one of you would have to take her place. Other Sayyadina marry, yes— but you’ve always studied under Ramallo and assumed that you would not have to.

You know the Bene Gesserit— as far away as they are to you— form alliances like this with men, and it’s an honourable thing, typically, to produce a child from a union and continue on a legacy of people. It’s with that line of thinking that you asked Ramallo if this is what you were meant to follow.

“Sahar.” Ramallo used your Sietch name, the one that is only known among your sisters for the most part, as most Sayyadina consider their Sietch name to be their sacred name. “Smarter than I sometimes give you credit for. Yes, like our fellow priestesses, we too can create children for the sacred purpose of replacement.”

You smiled, but Ramallo had a slightly weary look in her eyes.

“I don’t want you girls to forget the sacred duty. Continue the faith. Do not let others forget our long wait for the Lisan al Gaib. Pass this onto your children, if you have them.”

You nodded, and whispered a silent prayer that hopefully soon he would be found, and that in itself would be enough to push people.

/   

So now you wait. You know Stilgar— you’ve conversed with him before, in lunch circles, at the deathstill. He was kind enough— he always bowed when he greeted you, and you liked that, liked that he acknowledged your importance in your role here, however small it may be to you. And he always had a careful, leaning inwards glance, where he would be intently listening to whatever you had to say, even if you simply wished him well and hoped that the Maker would bless him and his passage.

It also significantly helped that he was so handsome to look at, too. You’ve heard women murmur about their surprise on his lack of a wife, and how they’d be grateful to take him, if they got the chance. You don’t disagree– you know you’ve spent many a moment glancing too much at him.

But Stilgar seems intensely busy, and you do not be the one to pull him away from his duties. You have had the privilege of being unaware of fighting, of battles and duels, and now to be potentially married to him, it feels like you’ll simply not fit into his life.

And, on the other hand, as you glumly sit on your bedding, rolling a pebble on the stone floor, you think about how you’ve had little-to-no experience with men.

It’s not that it wasn’t allowed, you’ve always been preoccupied with your faith. With the Reverend Mother.

You know how Fremen men, especially warrior men like Stilgar would be. They have appetites— your fellow Sayyadina sister Nezua tells you about all her crazy endeavours, while you listen somewhat enviously. There’s a reason why Fremen men take so many wives.

Your stomach lurches a little at that. Although multiple wives are common, to continue to reproduce as efficiently as possible, you dislike the notion for some reason— but you feel selfish and wonder if it is because, as a priestess, you’ve had special treatment until now.

Nezua walks into your quarters, and taps your shoulder. 

“Yes?”

“He’s outside.” She takes your hand. “Don’t worry, Sahar. I am sure he will not pick one of us— he will probably pick Ranira. She barely wants to be Sayyadina.”

“But isn’t that against the point?” You squeeze your hands together. “For a union between faith and people—” 

“C’mon, Sahar. Don’t tell me you really believe that.” She rolls her eyes. “Whoever ends up being Stilgar’s wife will probably be in his house most of the time, ‘praying’, but really just dutifully waiting for him.” 

“I suppose…” You don’t want to tell Nezua that she’s wrong. That Stilgar is more devout than she thinks, that he’s not a cheat looking for a free wife to use while pretending to care about the faith. 

Stilgar has always come to the temple to pray, even when it is not necessary for a man of his standing to do so— as he often speaks of needing to continue his worship towards the Maker, the One God, and Ramallo is always pleased to let him in. She wouldn’t do that if he had some sort of ulterior motive, as other less honourable men have in the past.

It’s with a jolt that you realize you already care for him on some level. At the very least, you think highly of him.

Nezua pulls you up off your bedding, and you adjust your veil before going off into the main prayer hall with her.

Upon seeing the arrival of all six Sayyadina sisters— the current number of high priestesses directly under Ramallo— Stilgar pushes himself into a deep, reverent bow, and as he arises again, his gaze seems to linger on you before coming across your sisters.

You feel both excited to potentially be picked, and terrified to leave the temple where you have lived your whole life.

/

Stilgar can’t help but have his eyes drawn towards to you. Not just because you’re beautiful— you are, though, with the eyes of Ibad, deep blue pupils, a wise, judicial expression upon your face— and he wonders why.

Not out of disrespect, but Stilgar often sees the Sayyadina as being sort of withdrawn, within themselves, perhaps solemn in the religious vows they have taken. Even now, your sisters don’t meet his glance as often as you do.

Stilgar thinks you may be defiant. Maybe a troublemaker of sorts. His heart has a sudden thrill at the idea, but his mind knows this isn’t what’s necessary for this arrangement.

“Hello, sisters.” He smiles in a firm, thin line, meant to be placating to those around him. “I believe you know why I’m here. I hope this will not be an uncomfortable process for us all.”

He takes another look at you. No, you’re simply… you’re taking him in. And Stilgar decides that’s overall better than being defiant. Closer to the values of a leader, not even in just a spiritual way as the Reverend Mother had suggested to him. 

You’re gauging his reactions, trying to read if he’s more of a rascal than he lets on— but he meets your previous idea of him, a reverent, kind man trying not to do harm, and your mouth settles into a assured, small smile.

Stilgar feels comforted, pleased even by your expression, and he knows he’s going to pick you.

”Sayyadina—” He points to you so there’s no confusion, and your sisters appear as neutral as they can, while you read micro-expressions of either relief or disappointment. “I would like to speak to you on this matter.”

You shuffle in silence as you leave with him to a different, quieter corridor, and as you turn and fix your veil, Nezua flashes a grin at you.

So your feelings were that obvious, you think.

/

Stilgar is a great deal taller than you. You have to peer upwards to really look at him, and you think he likes that— there’s a slight twinge in his eyes that makes you feel easily drawn to him.

“Why me, Naib?” You ask, and Stilgar stares at you for a moment longer, before tearing his eyes away to stare at the architecture of the temple. 

“You have a knowing look in your eyes, Sayyadina.” He responds in turn to your use of Naib— a term denoting him as Leader of the Sietch. You use it so not to be overly familiar with him, but you understand you both respect each other.

“So you picked the most shrewd of us, is that it?” You wrinkle your nose in a slight laugh, but then actually grin as Stilgar laughs.

“One could call it shrewdness. I simply see that you are not afraid, you look for what you know you must find. Only great leaders make the approach.” He explains this so clearly, you were not even entirely aware that you were doing such a thing. 

“It only makes sense to do so, Naib. I could not just stand there and allow you to do all the decision making.” You admit with tact, so not to drive him away.

He nods. “That is why you will be a great one.”

Stilgar seems comfortable with you already, and yet his expression takes a pained look for a moment. 

“It's for that reason I do not want to force you into this… uh, arrangement.” He admits, and you are taken aback for just a moment, just a slight gasp.

“What makes you think I don’t want to be your wife?” You speak too soon, maybe too boldly but Stilgar likes that. Despite not even being betrothed yet, you are so forward with him, so ready to be claimed by him.

And he's just as willing a participant to be claimed by you, so he smiles, watching you turn a little flustered, but you let your feelings for him stay apparent for a moment.

It's not like there's room for privacy in a marriage, you think.

An arranged marriage, you admonish yourself. He’s here only in the most professional of terms. Don’t complicate this with your idiotic feelings, you still have a job to do.

“I just meant that– it would be an honour to be associated with you, Naib.” You keep your head tilted downwards, trying your best to be the reverent Sayyadina you’re known as.

“Of course.” He swallows, unsure if you’ve suddenly become shy, or that you’ve decided to be more cunning– something he admires anyways. He thinks not many women would actually be attracted to him, what of the mug he calls a face, and so he decides to just be glad that you’re willing to be with him.

“Okay, Sayyadina. If you’ll have me as your husband, then,” He grasps your hands in both of his, and he has the kindest look in his eyes, and you look back up at him, feelings simmering on the inside as you maintain a peaceful facade. “We will have our engagement arranged soon.”

Then, ever so gently, he pushes back a part of your veil, wanting to see your face better.

/

You visit him more often after that. Usually in the hall, where there are other people, and you do this so people don’t think you’re too in love with him already– visiting him secretly would only prove that, suggest some sort of affair of a human connotation.

By being around the others, people feel that things are coming into place– religion and leaders are creating a strong, united front that will lead the Fremen to peace. More believers for the Lisan Al Gaib. And you are glad to already be pushing people along the path that Ramallo set out for you.

Stilgar has a stronger look at you, now. Not just the polite glances of before. With every conversation, he takes you in, drawing more and more conclusions. And with every moment, he learns more about you, and he likes what he learns, too.

He sees that you like your food spicy, as does he. And you especially enjoy tabara– the soft sweet cake made of tabaroot, honey, and spice, rich and sweet in flavour, adorned with fruit. It’s a rarity in Arrakis, since a few of the fruit come from offworld traders– so he gives you his portion and you two argue over this, before Stilgar eventually puts his foot down as Naib.

“You should accept. Extra portions go towards those who need it, not me.” Stilgar says, ever the humble one as you’ve come to know him.

“Except this isn’t an extra portion, is it? Sayyadina aren’t supposed to indulge so much, leaders like you may deserve it as you do such hard work.” You taunt him, knowing that you’re both so similar– you could argue forever with Stilgar because you’re equally as willing to sacrifice things for each other.

Great leaders, indeed.

“Sayyadina, don’t make me remind you how important your creed is.” He tuts, and you find yourself simmering with attraction to him– you are beginning to look forward to these conversations more and more everyday. “Your work is just as important– don’t do a disservice to your life just for me, okay?”

The people around you shift in their spots on the floor, to listen more closely, and you recognize that although you and Stilgar grow closer– the intended effect is taking place. People are supportive either way.

Maybe you don’t have to be distant, overly religious, to win support. Maybe, like what Ramallo said, they need to see how spirituality can touch people, and how you’re just a person as well.

He places the piece of cake in your bowl again. “Accept it as a gift, Sayyadina.”

You smile up at him, squeeze his hand without thinking. “Okay, Naib. Thank you.”

/

Stilgar cannot stop thinking of you, even when he is training Usul to fight in the Fremen way.

He remembers your last meeting, a few weeks after your initial one– and then how you said in two days time, after your faithful prayer that the Shai-Hulud would allow your union to be peaceful, you could begin the engagement ceremony. And Stilgar focused on how serious you were– how holy this approach was, how you seemed to glow from within, with some otherworldly energy, and even now he could tell he was enamoured with you. With that strong gaze, eyebrows tensed and purposeful in their thought.

Usul– Paul, at this moment, with his lack of focus– cannot stop staring at Chani while she practices sparring with her friend.

“Usul. Usul.” Stilgar shakes his shoulder, and Paul finally tears his gaze away. “You’re too distracted, my friend.”

“I’m sorry, Stilgar.” Ever the charming, young lad, Paul smiles placatingly towards Stilgar, and even he is too struck by his charisma to avoid it. “I’m here. I’m ready.”

“Please, tell me what bothers you.” Stilgar knows, already, as Paul stares down at his hands, that the boy has eyes for his overly tenacious niece. “Is it a matter of the heart?”

“Yes.” Paul exhales. “It’s not important right now. How did you know?”

Stilgar smiles reproachfully. “I… I suppose I should tell you honestly, before the others get to know.”

It strikes Paul that the Fremen trust him so readily– even Chani, with her misgivings about the prophecy, seems to be swayed towards him, and he does not know if he enjoys the attention, the privilege this grants him. Again, he is struck with that terrible purpose– that he will use these people for his own benefit.

Stilgar interrupts his line of thought. “Soon, I am to be married to one of the priestesses.”

Paul grins. “Ah, Stilgar, you rogue. You’re distracted, too.”

“Yes.” Stilgar admits, and he thinks of you with your deep blue eyes, your careful-yet-understanding glance, and he longs to see you again. To get to know you better. Yes, Stilgar may not truly know you, but he feels he has been on your side this whole time. Every glance at the temple, every cursory conversation at the deathstill, it has all been building up to something– perhaps not what he had imagined it to be, but he would never consider himself unlucky for this, or that Ramallo could ever be wrong about her plans.

As Naib, though, he still has his duties, and he tuts and tells Paul to get back on it. And Paul, strong young man wanting to prove himself, uses his Bene Gesserit training to imbue a level of focus that no woman could possibly break.

/

The engagement ceremony day is finally here.

You're excited, yet nervous to be known as Stilgar's wife. It feels more real with every approaching moment– it’s not just a silly, girlish fantasy, it’s something that everyone will see and know as a tangible union.

You haven't got any time to see him– Stilgar has been away with other Feydakin, no doubt unleashing hell on Harkonnen troops– and so you wait for his return.

The first of many waiting periods, you know that. You always knew this was going to be more of a political marriage– more in meaning for Sietch Tabr than really having to be around each other.

But you miss him, anyways. You like him, and despite your attempts to focus on praying to the Maker that he will be okay, you search for him on the sandy horizon every minute of this auspicious morning, the sun blearing into your eyes.

“You know he hasn’t come this far without his own talent.” Nezua reminds you, as she watches you peer up, blinking in the sunlight. “He’s not Naib for no reason, Sahar.”

All priestesses– both low and high– and other religious Fremen crowd around the outskirts of Sietch Tabr, hidden under cliffs in order to stay in the shade. Yet you reach outwards to look at the sun, risking your sweat even as you know you’re supposed to reserve it.

Lady Jessica, part of the sacred mother-and-son duo from the outer world, watches you with a gaze you cannot place. You know it is not simple curiosity– there is something new and malicious in her stare that has only heightened after Stilgar had asked to be betrothed to you.

A sudden gust of wind blows sand around you two, and Nezua tightens her veil, firmly jutting her jaw in a way that tells you she must be right, that you worry about nothing. 

Ten minutes later, after praying and hoping, Stilgar returns over the sunrise, victorious in battle, and you feel he looks exhausted– yet his face breaks into a smile when he sees you.

He is greeted by many Fremen, fellow family members, but Stilgar pushes them aside, making his way directly towards you.

And you let yourself be pulled upwards by him, as he grasps your hands.

There’s something sweet and endearing here– almost innocent in how he looks at you, as if he’s been waiting to see you again just as long as you have. But you quickly remind yourself that this moment is not just yours– it would be considered somewhat heartless by other Fremen if Stilgar did not appear to like you, and by extension, the whole marriage’s point would fail.

“Sayyadina–” He holds up the Water Rings, the metallic counters representing the volume of water a Fremen could release into the deathstill. Here, they mean that you will be tied to Stilgar, as you are now betrothed to him. “I ask you to be married to me, by nightfall.”

“So soon?” You ask, wondering why he would want to do it so early.

“It cannot wait much longer. Reverend Mother Ramallo is not well.” He tells you, and your heart sinks, wondering why your dear reverend mother has not told you about this.

You’ve seen the signs– she struggles with fine motor skills and often her cataracts make it difficult to see anything– but you are still surprised.

“Okay.” You swallow, and then smile up at him, and he squeezes your cheek in a fond gesture that makes you feel heat rise there.   

“We will be wed tonight.” He calls out in Chakobsa, and the Fremen around you rally with glee, and you feel that whatever this is, even if Ramallo does not live to watch it play out– it’s working.

/

The unmarried women of the tribe fix your hair with the rings Stilgar presented to you, and you feel ever the part of the blushing bride. You know it’s not wrong to genuinely have feelings in this arrangement– you just hope Stilgar feels the same way.

Chani grins at you. You know her well– you’re around the same age, you’ve grown up somewhat together– and you wonder if she feels odd about her uncle marrying you.

“No, if it means I can call you Auntie, I’m happy.” She jokes, and you shove her as she laughs.

Chani rarely laughs like this as of late. She’s always so hard on herself– she thinks she has to be because of how indoctrinated so many Fremen are to the faith. And despite your life as a Sayyadina, Chani has never let your conflicting beliefs stop her love for you.

You only wish she’d be more careful as a warrior. As a freedom fighter, Chani sometimes lacks restraint– so you’re grateful to see her happy.

“Well, maybe some day you’ll be married, too.” You squeeze her hand. “To a great warrior.”

“I don’t know, Biet.” Chani calls you your Fremen name, not your Sietch one, which will be used tonight at the wedding. “Let us focus on you for now.”

“I just… I don’t know if he feels the way I do.” You suddenly admit, and the fear that you’re still going to be lonely crops up. 

Chani shakes her head, that hard, tough scowl on her face back again. “If there’s one thing I know about my uncle, it’s that he’s not an idiot.” 

She presses her cheek to yours. “Don’t you understand how important you are, Biet? How special you are, not just to me and everyone here, but to him especially. Stilgar has not stopped speaking of you for the last couple of weeks.”

You smile softly at that, thinking of how ardently Stilgar looks at you now, how you’ve gotten to know each other over the last few weeks of basic conversation. More close than ever, and yet just far enough that you keep wondering. Is it admiration, gratitude that you’re willing to serve a greater purpose, or something more? You know it’s selfish, but you want him to like you. To love you. 

“Everybody knows, even Muad’Dib.”

At the mention of Muad’Dib, you can’t ignore the slight tension in your spine. Both you and Stilgar have discussed your belief in his abilities, his potential to be the one– but you know that Chani does not share that.

Still, you hear a slight shift in Chani’s tone as she says his name, and you give her a glance.

“You like him, I think.” You tease, and she tells you to shut up in Chakobsa.

You wonder if Muad’Dib was the one who shared this information to his mother, which would make her dislike of you understandable. You get the sense she’s power-hungry, terrifying– she would’ve been a greater candidate for this marriage, an otherworldly mother that fits the prophecy, representing not just the union of politics and religion, but with the power of the Bene Gesserit– and you find that you resist her, anyways. Resist the idea that everything must be for this one purpose.

You want to keep Stilgar to yourself, and it almost frightens you that you might be going against something that you’ve been taught to believe from a young age.

You’re no Chani.

/

The dark of the night spreads across Arrakis.

Stilgar begins the trek up the dune, where you wait, bathed in the moonlight– you’re wearing a different outfit, a dress with intricate beading marking your place as a bride, and instead of a veil, you are wearing a much thinner, transparent shawl that allows Stilgar to make out your silhouette. Your hair is interwoven with his Water Rings.

Stilgar has always known you are beautiful, but especially now of all times, with your blue eyes reflecting him in the silver moonlight as he meets you at the top of the hill– and it’s not a distraction, because he’s meant to be here with you.

He likes you a lot– there’s a taut feeling in his throat, as he realizes he’s watched countless friends and family members get married, but never thought of himself as one of them– and in the past, Stilgar had always felt there was something wrong with him for not marrying sooner. But now, he’s so thankful he waited, because it’s you. His holy, veiled priestess.

You share his faith, after all– but over the last few weeks he’s seen that you share his judgement, too. He only hopes that his feelings will be returned some day and that he won’t scare you off– Stilgar knows he can sometimes be too much.

Reverend Mother Ramallo approaches you two from the other side of the dune. She speaks in Ancient Chakobsa– old marriage passages from the faith, hymns that are sacred in their meaning– and the unmarried women below, begin their chanting and agreement with the hymns. They dance.

Then, Ramallo asks Stilgar in Chakobsa, if he is willing to take care of you, to entirely claim you in every way as the Fremen faith dictates– to not leave you behind. You know she cares for you so deeply, as she’s watched you grow up from a young girl, and you hear a slight twitch in her voice, giving her away as someone who will miss you.

Stilgar responds without hesitation that yes, he will always be there for you. And you believe him. You don’t hear a hint of irony or lying in his tone.

Maybe this isn’t just a marriage of political nature.

Ramallo yells in Chakobsa, using the Voice: “It is finished!”

/

Celebrations are loud, jovial, necessary after the Fremen endured hardship from the Harkonnen. People are dancing, eating, congratulating you.

You’re happy to receive their blessings, and give them back if they wish to hear it from you. You’re still a Sayyadina, and today of all days, you bring especially good luck to them.

Paul Atreides walks forward after Nezua dips– she’s kissed you on your cheek and solemnly stated she’ll miss you at the temple bedrooms– and you’re intrigued, as you’ve never spoken to him before.

“Muad’dib!” Stilgar is next to you, and he shakes his hands, clapping his shoulder, and Paul hugs him.

“Stilgar, Biet–” Paul’s eyes cross towards you, and you don’t sense the same plotting look his mother has. “Congratulations. It’s so interesting to witness a Fremen marriage. I feel like I’ve learned so much just watching. I did not know Sayyadina could use the Voice, as well. Impressive.”

You think he’s rather compassionate, but there’s no telling if it’s an act. You ignore that– you’re meant to be happy now.

“Thank you.” You gently squeeze his hand. “I don’t use it often– I believe it should necessitate a purpose.”

“As do I.” Paul agrees, and you are blown away by how casually he reveals that he can use it. Another sign, perhaps, that he is who you and Stilgar think he is.

“In coming times, maybe you too will marry in our way.” You make as an offhand comment, so not to overtly reveal your surprise.

Paul is mildly surprised by this, but he doesn’t look displeased with that. “Maybe. I think many women here are quite beautiful, they could probably pick a noble Feydakin than someone like me.”

“In time, Muad’dib, you may be a Feydakin too. You have the strength to be one.” Stilgar corrects him, and you like that your husband is so forthcoming, a true mentor that supports everyone.

“Besides, you’ll need to be one if you want to impress Chani.” You input, and Stilgar looks a little taken aback by this development, while Paul looks more interested.

“Really? You think Chani and I…” Paul swallows down whatever he’s going to say, looking suddenly a bit darker and worried. “I would be lucky if she considered me.”

Paul bids you two goodbye, while Stilgar laughs. “A humble one, isn’t he?”

“Better that than overly boastful.” You hum. “Either way, I hope he is not perpetuating a false image.”

Stilgar agrees. 

As the party dies down, he takes your hand, and together, you walk back to Stilgar’s quarters.

/

He’s rather quiet as he sits on his bedding, cracking his knuckles.

Stilgar is not afraid of you, exactly– he’s afraid of what your relationship should or should not be. He does not know the boundaries in which you two operate, and he’s afraid once he opens that conversation up, of your potential rejection. 

Other men would tell him that as your wife, there should be no confusion– that he should be able to bridge the gap, and you would accept it, no questions asked.

But Stilgar had not come this far by simply guessing at things. He knows as Naib, the general context you two have– and he needs to know if you feel the same way, if you don’t just want this marriage to be symbolic in nature.

“Sayyadina,” He calls you, and you sit next to him on his bedding, staying a short distance away, just for respect.

You laugh at that internally. You’re his wife, and you still call on some level of respect. Maybe because you’re afraid of acting on these feelings you have– a hunger for closeness– and you would rather use the excuse of respect instead of pushing him towards you.

Stilgar says Sayyadina with fondness in his tone, though. A formal, spiritual term has never sounded more husky, more inappropriately close than ever– you let yourself hope.

“I’ll ask you this once, and make your answer clear, so I do not bother you otherwise.” Stilgar pauses, wanting to be sensitive about this subject. He doesn’t know exactly what you’re comfortable with. “I want to know if you want to be more than wife in name, or if your heart is drawn to being within your faith.”

“Who says I can’t be both, Stilgar?” You bite your lip, and Stilgar’s face stiffens. “There’s nothing in our faith that says a priestess can’t have both.”

“That’s not what I meant.” He pauses, grappling with what to say.

“I don’t want to be a burden to you.” He says, and you laugh, for real this time, a louder laugh than he’s heard before, and he grins, liking the twinkling sound of it, but then frowns. “I’m being serious. You should not have to lie with me just for everyone else’s benefit. The marriage has brought people to greater spirits, already.”

“What if it’s for my benefit?” You speak in a hushed tone, but Stilgar listens to every word, inching closer to you. “What if I feel more spiritual when I’m next to you? I feel the Maker’s way flow through me whenever we speak, I feel like I can understand and interpret so much more because I know we are supposed to be with each other, not just metaphorically, but in all ways.”

Stilgar is taken aback by your boldness, and so are you to some degree, but you continue. “I’ve been ignoring this the last few weeks, but I think that’s what love is. What is faith without love? I think I love you, because you make me understand what I’ve been missing…” You smile up at him. “You’re my greater context, Stilgar.”

Ah, He thinks. This woman is too sweet to me. She understands.

“Sayyadina…” He sighs, a deep shuddering sigh revealing so much emotion; relief, really. You’ve never seen Stilgar like this, but it gives you a sense of how much he represses. “You feel like the missing piece I’ve been waiting for. You… you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for a woman that understands me.”

“I never thought I could have the chance to love anyone,” He admits with some reservation. “My appearance tends to ward women away.”

“But you’re beautiful.” You whisper, smiling up at him, and Stilgar feels your hands trace around his face, and he closes his eyes, listening to the sweetness of your voice. “You’re only intimidating because of who you are, Stilgar, but I promise, you’re beautiful. I’m not the only woman who thinks that.”

Before he can respond in turn, that you’re more beautiful than him, the stubbornness that you two share– you let that unspoken urge inside you, the one you’ve never acted on before, overtake you. And you pull his face downwards in a searing kiss, one where he can still taste the spice on your lips after what you ingested at your wedding dinner.

He honestly has not touched a woman in years– not out of some purposeful celibacy, but more because he has been so focused on maintaining Sietch Tabr. And whatever memories he has of that time, right now is easily trumping them.

You part your lips as Stilgar does, kissing him with abandon, again and again as your lips move with his, and he squeezes your waist before pulling you onto his lap.

He groans. There’s a hard bulge in his pants that you’re sitting squarely upon, you know what that is– you’re not entirely uncultured about this.

You experimentally roll your hips over his crotch, finding a sudden pleasure in your lower half as you do so, and he stutters, suddenly, pulling your face away from his, breaking the kiss.

“Sayyadina– wait, slow down.” He holds your wrists in his hands firmly, the heat of the moment causing both of you to sweat. The night air seeps through Stilgar’s window– hot and humid.

You’ve never wanted to be closer to him.

“I’m a little inexperienced. I don’t want to hurt you.” He explains, and you scoff.

“So am I.” You tell him. “Actually, I’ve never…”

“Oh.” Stilgar takes on a very judicial look, one that you’re determined to stop before he rejects you for the “greater good” or something like that. “I would’ve never guessed that. You gave me the impression of expertise.”

“Then let me gain it.” You proclaim, and you cut him off before he says what you know he will. “You’re not forcing me into anything. I want to do this, just like I wanted to marry you.”

He scoffs, now, but Stilgar likes the sound of that and he kisses you again, pulling your shawl off, feeling you wrap around his torso with your legs– he feels you moan and shudder when he squeezes your thighs. He loves this, and when he starts removing your dress– you don’t stop him.

He pulls it down and under you, and you’re bare underneath. Stilgar examines your breasts with admiration– they’re the perfect size, they fit you well– and he immediately takes to one of your nipples with his teeth, causing you to cry out.

As he continues these bites over your chest, squeezing your breasts and your behind, suckling on your neck, feeding off of your sweat, you feel yourself slicken, wetness catching on Stilgar’s pants– so much quicker than you’re used to, when you used to touch yourself in your room at the temple. A waste of water, maybe, but it was worth the relief occasionally.

Stilgar notices, and he wordlessly lays you across his bed, spreading your legs open, looking down at your pussy.

You’re not completely sure what he’s doing, and you feel slightly vulnerable like this– entirely on display for him.

“Let me drink from you, Sayyadina. I would be honoured by this blessing– I thirst, and it would not be a waste.” He says in hushed tones, as he kneels in front of you, and you feel yourself slicken more if that’s possible. The sacred overtones of worship are not lost on you, practically becoming a kink for you as he speaks.

You nod, and he grasps your thighs tightly, practically pushing down on them so you’ll stay with open legs for him– he strokes them a few times, and then dives in with his tongue, lapping and licking slowly upwards to your clitoris, then quickly a few times to taste you faster, which causes you to seize as feelings of warmth and white-hot sensitivity overtake you, and with your fluids, and his saliva, you’re quickly reaching the point of finishing. His beard tickles, and you squirm a little, and start writhing and sweating, moans ebbing out of your throat, but that only makes Stilgar pull you in closer, tighter, pushing his tongue closer, almost inside, refusing your escape.

You don’t want that, anyways. And you finish in his mouth with a flourish as Stilgar laps up what you’ve given him– a drink from a Sayyadina.

You think he’s done, but you lean back with another sigh– a near scream, really– as Stilgar begins to lick at your clitoris, suckling on it, until you’re wet and aching again– and then he uses his fingers to spread your pussy open, and begins to fuck you with his tongue. It’s amazing, wet and writhing and and filthy– it feels nothing like your own fingers and entirely more adept at getting you to another orgasm. The speed at which his tongue languishes inside you should be considered unholy, all things considered– but you feel high, you feel like you’re closer to the Maker than ever– and he suckles at you, his lips closing around your entrance as you moan again and orgasm directly into his mouth.

Stilgar groans. He’s in love with your taste– he thinks he might wake you up every morning like this, if you’ll let him. He’s also painfully hard now– his cock strains against his pants, and he quickly starts undressing.  

“Sorry. I needed a second taste.” Stilgar apologizes, standing up, but he’s not sheepish about anything as he continues to rub you, to stroke your pussy to keep you wet. Up, down, up, down, Stilgar could get addicted to this sensation around his fingers– you’re so warm, soft, wet– he needs to be in you.

You’re beginning to feel overstimulated– you’re covered in sweat, and in between your thighs you’re soaked, practically dripping all over Stilgar’s hand as he continues to work you– and you twitch as you sit up, Stilgar’s fingers prodding inside you.

His cock bobs upwards, shiny with pre-cum, and the tip, hard and redder, while the rest is a flattering tan brown. Although this is your first time viewing the male genitalia, you’re drawn to it. You like how he looks partially naked– vulnerable like you, but warmer, soft and hard in different places– and you reach to take his shirt off, letting his full self be unsheathed.

And you like this– you feel an animalistic draw to his body, his chest hair, the broad muscles under them, and he moans loudly when your finger prods at the tip of his cock. Stilgar lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, and spreads your ass, his cock nudging inside your pussy slowly, groaning as it does, gritting his teeth as every centimetre feels like another added pleasure of wetness, the bounds of which he does not know, but he is excited to be familiar with and do this again and again. 

You sink around him easily– you moan against his neck as you do– and Stilgar bottoms out, feeling you grip and tighten around him.  

After what feels like an eternity– both of you drunk on just being intertwined in such a way– he lifts you up again, thrusting outwards, and then back in, pushing you down on his cock, slamming into you. Stilgar’s warrior strength comes into play here– he fucks you relentlessly, and grips you so tightly you think you might be melting onto him. He begins to pound into you, your ass and thighs jiggling with the force of it all, and a severely perverted squelching and slapping sound builds up over time, over and over, his thighs and balls slapping against your thighs and ass, the sound of which you are sure is extremely loud.

You don’t care. You moan loudly, almost yelling as Stilgar’s cock twitches and catches inside you in a place so deep, you’ve never touched it yourself. 

You shake and twitch, barely holding onto him as you do, feeling an immense pressure build inside you, almost painfully, but with pleasure. Stilgar claims your mouth as he thrusts, kissing you, slipping his tongue inside as he drinks from you there– and he loves feeling you moan against his mouth as he does so.

He presses you against him tightly, rutting upwards, and then together he tips the both of you onto his bed again, him on top of you, this time using his fingers to play with your clitoris as you clench around his thrusting. You cum again, this time your fluids adding to Stilgar’s pleasure, and you moan as Stilgar’s hands tighten around your waist. The slap of his skin against yours is laden with sweat and your cum, but Stilgar is insatiable, and he thrusts harder.

You feel him inhale, moan, bite at your neck, and you feel his cock twitch again as he cums inside you, pulling out in a hazy stream, and you writhe against him, feeling the heat of the moment conjoining with the cooler air of the night.

He sighs, satisfied with what has happened, lying down next to you. “May Shai-Hulud allow us to do this again.”

/

Stilgar has to leave again, the next morning, as more Fremen are involved in fighting Harkonnen harvesters, and he wants to oversee this.

“I’m sorry, Sayyadina…” He swallows. He doesn’t want to leave you behind– if he could take you along on his back, he would. 

“Sahar.” You tell him.

“What was that?” He asks, and you wrap your arms around him and his stillsuit, dressed in your traditional Sayyadina dressings again.

“Sahar is my Sietch name. My sacred name, only for my sisters to know.” You explain, although you’re sure Stilgar knows this. He only knows your Fremen name, after all. “Since we’re married– I thought you should know my true name.”

“Sahar is a wonderful name… meaning morning.” Stilgar looks out the window with a slight smile. “But you outdo any of Arrakis’ sunrises, my dear.”

You laugh at that, as Stilgar knew you would. 

“You will still be Sayyadina to me, no matter what name you have.” He says, and there’s a warm feeling in your heart when you hear this, that he has a special name for you. You take his hands, and press your palm to his forehead.

“Oh Shai-Hulud… keep Stilgar safe from unwarranted danger today.” You whisper in Chakobsa, closing your eyes, and Stilgar closes his eyes too. “Do not risk his life.”

Your harsh, suddenly grating tone from using the Voice has Stilgar opening his eyes again. He has never heard you use it before.

“Thank you.” He pulls you up for a soft, parting kiss– and then after memories of last night echo inside his mind– he gives you a firmer, lingering kiss, laden with love for you.

/

Stilgar finds that despite his obvious devotion in his commitment to you– the women are more interested in him than ever.

And if he was a lesser man, perhaps he would act on this. But Stilgar has not forgotten the plan, and he certainly hasn’t forgotten you, not so soon. He knows you two are two sides of the same coin– meant to be.

This was not meant to be an outcome. He sees Feydakin women smiling at him, maybe a little too much– or maybe he has not noticed until now.

You said he was beautiful, and he had thought maybe that was just according to you. But seeing how Lady Jessica greets him, not impolitely but just with more… vulnerability, especially after her duke was killed, he thinks maybe you’re right. Maybe he has something.

Jessica stares at the deathstill, trembling over what Stilgar has told her. She must drink the Water of Life, she must take the place of a Reverend Mother– and she does not want this. She wants nothing more than to be comforted at this moment, because of what a tribulation this new order shall be on her.

Or at least, that’s the image she’s conveying, she hopes, and she believes she has Stilgar wrapped around her finger, her coying, Bene Gesserit way meant to coax people closer to her, and by extension, her wishes.

And Jessica can tell she’s done it right when Stilgar leans over, wipes away her tear, and licks it. Perhaps she can secure more support through playing the part of a sad widow.

/

It’s Nezua who saw what happened.

She interrupts your prayer, your first prayer after returning to the temple, sanctimonious as it is.

“Sahar, please don’t be upset. Just hear me out.” She pulls you into the main hall, where your sisters and Ramallo are reading ancient texts.

“What is it? What’s happened?” You look around wildly. 

Nezua’s deep blue eyes blink, as she wonders what to tell you, how to say it gracefully.

“I saw him. Naib. Standing close to that woman, to Lady Jessica– she cried about becoming a Reverend Mother– he stroked her face, licking a tear away.” Nezua admits, and you instantly blink back sudden tears.

“But he–”

“Men can be rascals, Sahar.” Nezua reprimands you, and you swallow, knowing you don’t know as much as her.

You do know about Jessica, though.

“She has been eyeing him for a while… I’ve watched it happen. She’s got her Bene Gesserit tactics, we know that. She wants to be a Mother, no matter what farce she applies in this moment to gain approval.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t do that for no reason– she’s very convincing. And Stilgar supports everyone, why would he doubt her?”

Nezua calms down a bit.

“But if he wanted to marry her?” Ramallo suddenly chimes in, and you and your sisters watch as she speaks, suddenly convinced of something. “Would it not be the ultimate culmination of what we seek? The mother of the Lisan Al Gaib, integrated into our society… nothing could compare to how many Fremen this would convert. How many people would choose our way.”

“Great Mother, you picked me for that purpose.” You speak up, almost immediately, without fear. You don’t care if you’re speaking out of turn– you do not want to share Stilgar, lose him to some other woman– and here it seems everyone else is okay with it.

“Yes, and you’ve done well, but you of all people should want us to do better.” She remarks, not without a bit of bite in her tone. You hate that it has to be this way, that you stand in the way of something you used to wholeheartedly believe.

Just this once, you want to be selfish. You have faith that Paul will be Lisan Al Gaib, anyways, so why can’t it just be you and Stilgar?

“Once Jessica drinks the Water of Life, she will be a powerful Reverend Mother– all of Arrakis may be swayed by her.” Ramallo peers at your expression. “Don’t tell me you feel something as foolish as love, Sahar.”

“And if I do?” You state, blatantly.

“Then you must be loving enough to see that this would improve Stilgar’s life by far. Men may take multiple wives, you know that.” Ramallo tuts. “Perhaps you’re not as clever as I once thought.”

“He won’t do it. He knows that his love helps me, and as long as that’s in his priorities…” Your voice dies down, feeling like everything is falling apart as you speak.

“Yes, and how long will he care for a lower priestess when he can have a Reverend Mother? Especially one as faithful as him.” Ramallo shakes her head at your ignorance.

“Shut up! You’ve never felt love, you unspeakable witch–” You scream in Chakobsa, using the Voice, the full power of which seems to shake the temple.

Ramallo slaps you, hard enough that you fall back against the floor. Your skin hums with the stinging feel of a new bruise, sure to make it’s mark on your cheek– and she hisses at you.

“Insolent child. It was I that brought you here. It was I that even gave you the chance to be with Naib Stilgar. He would have never looked at you otherwise.” She mutters, and you feel your eyes glisten with tears.

She and your sisters leave, and you hold your breath, trying not to cry. Nezua strokes your arm.

“Perhaps, if he marries Jessica, it will only be a marriage in name.” She tries, but you shake your head. “You would be the one he really loves, Sahar.”

“Or I would be like a concubine– there to produce children, nothing more.” You think of how quickly you leapt into Stilgar’s waiting arms yesterday, and wonder if you were wrong. If his only intent was to have someone he could fuck on a ready basis.

You shake your head. “I need to speak to him.”

/

You sit on the ground of his quarters, stating a small prayer to stay calm, and when Stilgar walks in, he sounds pleased to see you.

“Sayyadina, I did not expect you back so soon.” He touches your hand, but based on how you draw yourself back, he knows something is wrong. “What is it?”

“You want Jessica. Right? To be your wife?” You say, and he shakes his head.

“We discussed it once–” and your stomach drops at that. “But it would have only been a marriage of convenience to protect her, long ago. Nothing more.”

“Then what happened today, in the deathstill?” You ask, and Stilgar furrows his brows.

“I only relayed Ramallo’s message to her. And she was a bit sad, so I comforted her, that’s all. She almost wasted some water by crying, so I drank it.” Stilgar sits down on the ground next to you. “I promise you, I do not want her.”

“Even if she’s a reverend mother? Closer to your faith? Easier to perpetuate our–” Here you stutter. “The mission?”

“Whoa, whoa.” He softens visibly. “Sayyadina, if you cannot see now that I love you, tell me how to right that wrong.”

“Tell me why you believe you’ll stick with me–” You tear up again and wipe it away. “Tell me you won’t leave me.” 

“I have no interest in Jessica– she is a conniving one, but whatever she thinks may happen, it will not.” He shrugs. “I don’t believe she loves me or wants me in that way, either– she still mourns her duke.”

Of course, you think. She might have only been staring at me that one time because she remembered when she used to be in love. Maybe she was even jealous… Jessica was a concubine.

You suddenly feel much more at peace. You don’t think you would’ve ever left Stilgar even if he had married Jessica– but you’re suddenly more understanding of her pain, to be the one not known in any collected record despite being loved.

“I only did anything I could to make her feel more comfortable with her new role.” Stilgar grins. “And if she succeeds– the faith will have more people interested in it, and there will be less pressure on us.”

“That’s true.” You finally tear your gaze from the floor to look at him, and he smiles at you before frowning at the bruise on your cheek.

“What’s this?” Stilgar gently touches you, and he gets angry hearing you hiss.

“Nothing, just a silly altercation.” You explain, but he’s not satisfied with that.

“With who?”

“Ah… Ramallo slapped me after I said she would never understand love.” Suddenly you’re ashamed, and you feel as if Stilgar would be disappointed in you. “She said the best thing would be if you married Jessica– and I guess I… I didn’t want to lose you, so I used the Voice on her.” “You did?” Stilgar raises his eyebrows, in surprise that you’d do such a thing, make a rash judgement like that against your elder. “I’m sorry you’re hurt.”

You lean into his touch, feeling better that he’s not angry at you.

“But I am sorry I wasn’t there to see you take ownership of me.” He laughs quietly. “You really love me that much? Then I’m only yours.”

You smile so hard at that– massive relief flowing through your nerves– and Stilgar kisses your bruise, before kissing your lips and making you feel whole again.

[chanis-banani]

Hellooo, could I request making out with SF9 when you get a sec? Thanks

Note: I wasn't sure which format to go with for this request and I've been sitting on it for a while. Eventually I decided to go with headcanons for different kisses for each member. I hope you like it! :) Note 2: Thank you @lost-inthedream for helping me brainstorm

Genre: suggestive - minors dni!

Contains: marking, wall-pushing, teasing, gentle biting

Youngbin - hungry kisses

There's something about his kisses, a certain kind of despair, as if he needs your touch to survive

This man is such a hungry kisser. He just wants to eat you up. He will lay his hand in the back of your neck and wrap his remaining arm tightly around you, almost like a snake

Once you start making out, you can never give him enough. He's always so hungry for more. It's almost like you're his oxygen and when you pull away he nearly struggles to breathe

Sometimes he'll lay down on his back and pull you on top of him so he can hold you tightly against his chest while you make out

This position also allows him to stroke his fingers through your hair and rub circles on your back

The way he kisses you is almost like he's giving you a taste of something more... Like he's hinting to other things he could do with his mouth

Inseong - spontaneous kisses

He likes to leave little pecks on your lips and cheeks out of nowhere

Very gentle with you. Most of the time his kisses will be rather soft and cute

Will tenderly cup your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs when he kisses you

When you're doing simple stuff together, like putting the groceries away, he will often distract you with a short, sweet kiss on the lips or forehead

Also leaves a lot of kisses on the back of your neck and top of your head every time he walks by

And when you stay over for the night, be prepared to be woken up with more of his cute kisses

He usually gives you quick little pecks, so sometimes after he kisses you, you have to pull him back to get more

But he also shows a bit of a cocky attitude at times, making cheesy remarks in between kisses

Jaeyoon - playful kisses

Such a tease in everything he does

He will hold you tightly against him, kissing you with an almost overwhelming passion

And then, just when you're getting completely into it, he pulls away with a big smirk on his lips, knowing how needy you can get when he interrupts you like this

He likes to see how your lips become red and swollen when he kisses them

He loves nothing more than to see your reaction to the things he does to you

Will definitely place his leg between yours and use it to apply some pressure to your sensitive area

Wants to make you squirm and ask for more and he won't be satisfied until you're nearly trembling in his arms

If for whatever reason, you'd want to rile him up even more, you have to say little praises against his lips

Dawon - sloppy kisses

A very horny kisser. Even the slightest peck on the lips can sometimes be enough to make him hard. Let alone having a full-on makeout session with tongue.

Even if the kiss starts out nice and gentle, he gets carried away so easily

He'll place his hands on your cheeks or neck to pull you close while he makes out with you, pulling you in for an even deeper kiss

Doesn't mind at all if things get a little sloppy. In fact, he likes it that way and might just make a mess on purpose

Like when you pull away from each other and he looks at your lips to see that they are glistening from his saliva

Even if it's a little filthy, it just makes him so so hungry for more...

And to make things even worse, he has the terrible tendency to grind against you every time you make out

Needless to say, almost every time you kiss him, it quickly escalates

Zuho - dangerous kisses

Making out with Zuho can be a dangerous game. He doesn't need much provocation to push you against a wall.

Don't even think about biting his lip unless you enjoy having a hand on your throat

Seriously, it's very dangerous to mess with him. Every time you try anything to rile him up, no matter how small, he takes it as an opportunity to mess with you

After all, there's nothing he loves more than to tease you right back

He might refrain from kissing you completely, only to let his tongue travel along your neck instead while you entertain him with your squirming and whimpering

While Dawon tends to escalate into more than just making out, Zuho is an expert at making you want more, without giving it to you

Once he has you where he wants you, he's very patient

His kisses can be both a reward and a punishment

Rowoon - possessive kisses

When Rowoon kisses you, it's a bit like he's marking his territory

Because will quite literally mark your neck, for example

Definitely cups your face with his hands and pulls you tightly against him

Will engage in PDA with you, to show everyone how you're his. He won't go far with it, since he knows how to keep things classy, but little things like holding you by your waist and giving you little kisses on your cheeks

Also he finds it very cute when you have to stand on your toes to reach him for a kiss

Another thing he will do a lot is hold your chin to make you look at him. He won't do it roughly like Zuho, but rather tenderly, like he just wants to make eye contact with his special person~

One of his favorite things is to have brief makeout sessions in the car and watch you get out completely flustered

Taeyang - demanding kisses

Taeyang likes to toy with you

When he kisses you, he always makes you hungry for more, but you never know whether he might really give it to you

His kisses are demanding but not in a needy way. Rather in a way that makes you needy

He will bite your lip because he is Taeyang and he can do what he wants, and he follows it up by pulling away to see your reaction with a big grin on his lips

Runs his fingers along your waist to tease you and pull you closer to him

Basically Taeyang's kisses are almost always a way of challenging you, riling you up. He wants to activate you to do more with him without giving you any guarantee there will be more

Sometimes he'll stop mid-kiss to look at you and observe you for a bit. If your expression is desperate enough, he'll be satisfied and leave it at that, leaving you hungry for more

Hwiyoung - attempted careful kisses

He is kind of conflicted when he makes out with you. On one hand he wants to be careful and gentle, yet at the same time, he struggles to do that because he gets needy

Usually things will start slow and gentle

But he doesn't need much to lose himself in the pleasure. Small things like wrapping your arms around his waist can be enough

Or even worse: when you stroke your fingers through his hair

This will drive him crazy in an instant, leading him to lift you up and place you on some surface like a table or kitchen counter

He loves to let his fingers wander along your body, gently stroking your neck, shoulders, chest and sides

And if you whimper enough, he won't stop there (if you catch my drift)

It's interesting to see him switch from sweet and tender to needy and a little rough so quickly

And it's especially adorable when he switches back to his gentle self suddenly, placing the softest cutest kisses on your forehead

Chani - sleepy kisses

Chani feels so comfortable around you, he tends to get sleepy sometimes. He can let his guard down with you. But since he likes to spend time together, he tries his best not to fall asleep and that's how the makeout sessions often start

He presses his lips against yours to stay awake and soon you can feel his tongue

It doesn't take long for a full, lazy makeout session to unfold

You'll often be cuddled up in bed or on the couch together when suddenly you feel Chani's hand reaching out to your thigh. While he struggles to keep his eyes open, he reaches out to kiss you

Such a needy boy. He's very bad at hiding it when he's aroused. Not that he really tries to hide it anyway

He will interrupt the kisses to bring his mouth to your neck and lick from your collarbone up all the way behind your jaw

Feeling his nose agaisnt your skin when he kisses your neck

Maybe a bulge oops

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Was wondering if you could write an SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night?? Thank you!

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SF9 reaction to their s/o being horny in the middle of the night

Pairing: SF9 x female reader

Warnings: oral, fingering, masturbation, mentions of sex, everything in this piece happens with consent.

Bonus song rec: UFO, by Gemini ft. Seori.

smut content under the cut

Youngbin:

You deliberately wake him up, but with kind touches. Once he asks what the problem is, you say you need his help. "Nightmare??" he supposes pulling you closer, which obligates you to be explicit. He chuckles with a hint of malice and tells you to undress both of you then he is gonna do the job. The way he penetrates you is rather romantic at this time.

Inseong:

Waking him up is harder than you expected. However, the more you talk profanities into his ear as you lay very closer to him, the wetter you get. "You nasty" he finally moans back in a low tone. "Yes, I'm the nastiest!" you whine out excited. "Will you fuck yourself on my dick right now?" he asks with a jerk, knowing that this is all you want. You just need to climb on top of him.

Jaeyoon:

Jaeyoon immediately smiles at your filthy approach under the sheets but he is lazy. He slowly palms you back to reach your folds. "Are you wet?" He sounds curious but also hazy. Anyways, he is pretty caring and starts pumping your hole with two fingers as soon he figures out that you are lubrificated.

Dawon:

This boy is easily woken up. The first complaint that reaches his ear gets him alert. "Yes, doll". When you kiss him in the mouth, he gets it right away. You won't even need to move, he blindly goes to your bottoms and removes them, you are curious to discover what's he's going for. Maybe he will eat you out, maybe he will tease your entrance with those thick fingers of his.

Zuho:

He wakes up so lost and confused, you have to kiss him into comprehension. Since your kiss is much dirtier than he expects in the middle of the night, he slowly understands that there's something off. He places his hand spread onto your butt cheek and massages its flesh. "Oh shit, my princess needs to be fucked back to sleep". He will do it still half-asleep and still clothed but it's perfect to have your eyelids heavy again.

Rowoon:

Dragging him out of dreamland this late is harder than anything. He turns to the side and purrs at your approach. You are almost giving up, resigned to only sucking on his fingers when he suddenly asks if you need your pussy eaten out. "Please, my love" you cry, pulling his damp fingers out of your mouth. He clumsily slides underneath the blanket, intruding between your legs.

Yoo Taeyang:

Taeyang having a hard-on even though he is asleep is quite frequent. He often fix it without bothering you when his cock wakes him up. It goes differently when you are the one opening your eyes to your wet pussy instead. You palm him tenderly, with a pouty in your lips and kisses onto his neck. "What's it, baby girl?" he asks, feeling his member hardening into your fist. "Give it to me" you implore. Just a few more strokes and he stretches you out.

Hwiyoung:

He can't do nothing but whine once you interrupt his rest so you apologize. It's embarrassing but you're still very needy. You spread your legs, intent on taking care of yourself when Youngkyun start sucking on your shoulder and covers your hand with his. He stops the circles you were making with your fingers and checks your arousal without a word. Your fluids are enough to coat his digits thus he rubs your clit with ease.

Chani:

You all have established something similar to free use, hence you start touching his body as your whines fill the room. He takes a while to wake up, you humping his front with effort. At some point, he hisses a curse and grinds back on you before sliding his hand between the two of you. Just a small movement and his half-hard shaft is free for you to play with.

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Boxing - Kang Chanhee

W/C: 4.4K

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Warnings: Warnings: Smut, vein kink, pet.nicknames, nudism, cum tasting, teasing, dirty talk, arm riding, dick licking, slightly rough handling, hint of mirror sex, unprotected sex(reader’s on the pill), aftercare.

Age Warning: I will not take responsibility because you wanted to read this, but if you’re under the age of 18+, DO NOT INTERACT OR READ. Do not take this as educational, this is fiction!

You have been dying of curiosity to see Chani during his boxing sessions ever since he started practising, you only got some glimpses and glances from the videos his trainer had posted, but never anything from Chani himself, so when you had asked one day as he was heading to a session if you could come along, Chani had shrugged before saying; “I don’t see why you can’t come along,” And that was how you had found yourself inside the boxing gym sitting out of everyone’s way, but still you had managed to have a great view of Chani.

Sweat coated his skin, and his hair was sticking to his forehead as he moved around to avoid being hit and then threw a punch himself, his body movement was controlled, and you could see the focus on his face as he kept watching for when he would be swung at before he would hit the focus mitts his trainer wore. You were just as focused, but you were focused on him and his body, your eyes could see the veins on his arms becoming prominent the longer he trained, and suddenly you had wished you had stayed home instead.

You sit straighter and grip the bench you were seated on and squeeze your legs together while crossing your ankles, hoping nobody would pick anything up, and luckily, it seemed like they were all too engrossed by their training to notice you getting hot and bothered by your boyfriend’s training. You bite the inside of your cheeks to keep yourself from making any noise and possibly gaining attention from the entire room, but fuck, you weren’t sure for how long you would be able to hold on without completely losing your mind, you already had an ache you needed to tend to, but nowhere to go and tend to it.

Just when you thought you wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer, you watch as he bows to his trainer before removing his gloves, a sight of relief leaves your lips and you closer your eyes and take in slow deep breaths to try and calm yourself, you could feel your shirt starting to cling to your back from how warm your skin had become.

“Finished for the day,” Chani’s voice breaks you out from your train of thoughts, and you instantly lift your head to look up at him as he stands in front of you. “Are you okay?” You swallow and slowly nod your head. “Are you sure, you seem tense, and it seems like you’re hot also…” He trails off before slowly blinking. “I mean temperature-wise, you’re always hot physically, I… do you know what I mean?”

“I, uh yeah, yeah, I know what you mean,” You quickly say. You instantly relax your legs before releasing the bench from the vice grip hold you had on it before standing. “I’m okay, the gym just feels a little hot, that’s all,” He nodded his head, not completely believing you, but he didn’t want to push it too much. “Ready to go home?”

“Yes, let’s go,” He says and reaches for your hand, his fingers intertwine with yours, and he leads you out of the gym and towards the company car that was waiting for you both, you had thanked the stars and heavens that nobody had followed him and you both could be left in peace, otherwise someone would have surely noticed the state you were in. The ride home went by in a blur, and before you knew it, you were entering your place with him behind you.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” You mumble as you take off your shoes and socks before moving further into your home. Chani watches as you practically jog towards the bathroom before he removes his shoes and socks as well, leaving his gym bag at the door before making his way towards the bathroom.

“Y/n, is something wrong?” He asks as he pushes the door open, his eyes widen at the sight of you completely naked and about to climb into the tub that was filling with water. “I…” He was shocked, it wasn’t like this was the first time he saw you naked, it was more the shock of not expecting it.

“Chanhee…” You mumble, trying not to let it sound like a whine. “I… I need a moment,” He steps into the bathroom and moves closer to the tub, he moves his eyes over your body and watches as your legs are squeezed together, he should have picked this up back in the gym, why hadn’t he caught on?

“You’re going to need more than a moment,” He mutters before reaching for the tap to shut the water. He turned to you, and you could see his eyes had darkened, he had figured out what was happening to you, why you were acting so strange and what you were about to do. “You could have just said so, you didn’t need to tend to yourself alone,” He steps closer, and you feel goosebumps forming on your skin from his intense gaze, he moves around you before you feel his hands touch the top of your shoulders and slowly slide down your arms. “What caused it?” You feel him press his front against your back, his breathing hits the shell of your ear and a shiver runs down your spine.

“You…” You breathe out and shut your eyes. “The way you… The way you moved during your lesson, the focus, the intense look you had,” You feel his hands slide back along your arms before they move over your chest and cup your breasts, your head drops and you open your eyes. “The veins on your arms…” You watch and feel as he squeezes your breasts, watching his muscles bulge along with the veins on his arms. “Chanhee…”

“You like how they look?” He asks. He slides his thumbs over your nipples, rubbing the hardening buds slowly. “Anything else?” You were having trouble focusing as he continued to rub over your nipples.

“The way your hair stuck to your face from the sweat,” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. He releases one of your boobs, and you feel your stomach begin to do flips as he slides his hand over your ribcage and down your stomach, his hand slowly moves over your mound before you step your legs apart to give him easier access, his fingers slide over your folds, and he could feel how wet they already were.

“Hmm,” He hums before moving his fingers between your folds and dragging them along your pussy, gathering your juices onto his fingers. “This wet, just because of that,” He slides his fingers to your entrance and presses down against it, making your back arch at the feeling that went through you, the sloshing sound of your wetness goes through the air.

“Chanheeee…” You moan and tilt your head back against his shoulder and close your eyes. “Fuck, Chanhee…” He pulls his hand away from your pussy, and you feel his arm brush against your stomach, you instantly open your eyes and slightly turn your head to see him push his fingers into his mouth. “Fucking… Chanheeee…” You try to pull out from his grip, but his grip around you tightens, and you feel his hand squeeze your boob. “Fuuuck, oh, fuck.”

“You’re so deliciously wet,” He says after he has pulled his fingers from his mouth. “Before you take your bath, let’s go to the bedroom first and give you a proper reason to take a bath,” You feel your insides doing another flip before he guides you out of the bathroom and right into the door across from the bathroom, which was the bedroom. He leads you closer to the bed before he sits down and reaches for the hem of his shirt, you watch as he pulls it off to reveal his torso and upper arms which had become toned from all his boxing sessions.

“I…” Was what you managed to get out as you watched him drop his shirt onto the floor next to the bed, he leaned slightly forward and extended one of his arms, and formed a fist, which automatically caused the veins on his arms to bulge.

“Is this what turned you so on, Y/n?” He asks and looks up at you, his lips are in a tight line and his eyes are dark and clouded with lust. “Come on, feel it,” You begin to reach with your hands. “Ah, not with your hands,” You pause and watch as his eyes travel down your body and pause at your mound. “With your pretty slick pussy.”

“Chanhee, fuck, do you want me to rub myself on your arm?” You ask, your sentence was fast, and he had barely caught what you had asked. A smirk begins to form on his lips.

“I want you to ride it as if it’s my cock,” He says. You weren’t completely sure what had come over you, but for a split moment, it felt like your entire world had stopped along with your breathing, the way he so casually said that. “Come on, don’t you want to feel it?” You slowly step forward and move over his arm, his arm brushes against either side of your thigh before you feel him lift it and press it against your pussy.

“Oh, my fucking gosh, Chanhee…” You breathe out as you feel his arm move between your folds and spread open around his forearm. “Oh, my fucking…” You swore you could feel the vein on his arm rub against your clit, he places his other hand on your hip and presses his fingers into your skin before slowly making you move back and forth over his arm. “Oh, my… oh, fuck, so good,” You never thought that rubbing yourself on his arm would feel so good, that it would feel so intoxicating.

“You’re so wet, you’re slicking up my entire arm,” He says as he watches his arm begin to glisten from your juices. You reach up with one hand and cup your breast, pressing your fingers into it before moving them to give your nipple attention. “You’re being so naughty also, playing with yourself as you’re riding my arm,” You could feel your skin only heating up more, and you began rolling your hips over his arm faster. “Fuck, the sounds, baby,” The sound of your juices sloshing sounded sinful, but it only encouraged you to keep rolling your hips.

“Chanhee, oh, fuck, Chanhee…” You pant out, your heart is drumming loudly inside your chest, and your breathing is getting louder and quicker as the seconds pass. “OHhh, fuck, I…” You pinch your nipple before tugging on it, which sends a shockwave down to your pussy. “I’m, I…” Your clit was throbbing as his arm continues to rub over it, the constant stimulation against the bundle of nerves was making your mind spin.

“That’s it, keep going,” He says, he could feel his cock growing hard in his sweatpants as he was getting turned on by the sight of you rolling your hips over his arm. “You look so pretty right now,” You could feel tension building inside you as an orgasm grows, you grab onto his shoulder with your other hand. “Are you getting close?”

“I… y-yes,” You stutter as you curl your toes in pleasure. “Ohhh, fuck, fuck, it’s so good,” A tingling sensation slowly begins creeping up your legs, and you knew it wasn’t going to be long before you were going to be a bigger mess than you already were. “Oh, arghmm,” Your lids flutter as you push your hand against your breast, releasing your nipple to focus on the feeling about to hit. “Ch-Chanhee,” Your nails dig into his shoulder as you feel the hot, tingling sensation hit the tension inside you. “FUCK!” Your legs shake beneath you as the tension snaps inside you, you can feel your legs shake beneath you, threatening to give out underneath you. Your eyes roll to the back of your head before your lids fall tightly shut and stars explode behind them.

“That’s it, baby, just like that, make a big mess on my arm,” He says, urging you on. Your mind feels like it’s going through the clouds, and for a split second your body felt light, as if it was floating through the skies. “Doing so good, baby,” His words only encouraged you and got you through the remainder of your high. You swear you could hear the sound of your blood pumping through your veins as you were going through your high.

“CHANHEE!” You moan before leaning forward as your body begins coming down from the high, your hips stop moving against his arm, only for him to start sliding his arm back and forth against you to get you through the last few seconds. “F-FUCK!” Your entire body felt hot, and the sweat that decorated your skin felt sticky. “Chanhee…” You open your eyes and look down at him through hooded eyes.

“Felt good?” He asks as he slowly pulls his arm away, you instantly push your legs together to try and replicate the warmth you had felt, but it doesn’t feel the same.

“So good…” You mutter. He hums before placing his other hand on your hip and guides you to sit down on the bed next to him, you can feel his wet arm rub against your stomach as he pulls his hand back. “Fuck, that… that’s so hot, Chanhee,” You feel him get up and lift your head to watch him, your eyes fall to his hands and watch as he pushes down his sweatpants along with his underwear, and his cock springs free and slaps against his abdomen, leaving a small glistering splatter of pre-cum behind. “Fuck…” Your eyes moved to his arm, and you could feel your juices coating it. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You close your eyes for a second, taking in a deep breath as you grip the edge of the bed, you feel his legs press against yours before his hand cups your jaw and lifts your head, you open your eyes and look up at him, the sight… intoxicating.

“Are you feeling okay?” He asks. You could feel his fingers gently press into your jaw, the look he had was stern, but his eyes were soft as he waited for your answer.

“So fucking okay,” You breathe out before moving your eyes over his chest and down his stomach, taking in the happy trail that had grown there before your eyes catch the head of his cock. “Fuck… Can I?” He releases your jaw and your head drops to take in his hard length in front of you.

“Go ahead,” He says, and moves his hand to the back of your head. You reach up and wrap your fingers around his length, feeling the prominent vein on the underside of it, you instantly press your thumb against it and slide your hand along his length tracing over the vein. “Ohh, that feels good, so good,” You lean closer and lift your gaze to look up at him, and see him watching you intensely. You slide your tongue out from your mouth and press it against the slit of his cock, tasting the saltiness from his pre-cum. His lids flutter as you slide the tip of your tongue along the slit. “O-oh, fu-fuck, your ton-tongue…” He takes in a shuddering breath before you circle your tongue around the head of his cock, you slide your tongue down his cock, pausing when you reached your hand before sliding your tongue back to the tip of his cock. “Ohh, aghmm.”

“You taste so good, Chanhee,” You say before pressing your tongue against the underside of his cock and slowly lick along it, you feel his fingers press down against your scalp.

“Fuck, fuck, your tongue always feels so good, baby,” He says. “It makes me so needy for you, to feel you around me,” His grip on your head tightness before you feel his hand drop to the back of your neck. “Bend over for me,” You pull back from his cock and release it.

“Over the bed?” You slowly ask. He nods his head, and you slowly get up from the bed, which seemed to have been a little too slow for his liking, his grip on your neck tightens slightly before he pushes you down against the bed with your ass in the air, his hand slides away from the back of your neck and down your spine before you felt him grab a handful of your asscheek and release it seconds later.

“It looks like you could just suck me right in,” He says. You feel him slide his cock between your folds, coating himself with your juices, and slowly move himself back and forth. “Fuck, so good…” You could feel his cock rub over your clit, which was causing a tightening feeling to build inside you already. “Ready?”

“Fuck, yes,” You moan and shut your eyes as you feel the head of his cock slide towards your entrance and slowly begin pushing his cock inside you, you grab onto the sheets and curl your fingers into it. “Oh, fuck, Chanhee…” You could feel his cock slowly stretching you out and filling you. “So good, oh, my…” His hands move to your waist before he fully sinks into you, and pauses for a few moments. You open your eyes and blink several times as you adjust to him inside you, your breathing is hard, and your heart is pounding loudly. The room temperature felt like it had been turned up all the way. “Move, please move,” You feel him slowly slide out of you halfway before he thrusts back at a faster pace.

“Fuck, oh, yes,” He moans as he hears your juices squelch with each thrust. “Fuck, so wet, so fucking soaked because of me,” You could feel his cock rubbing almost all the right spots inside you as he was rolling his hips into yours.

“More, fuck,” You gasp out as your back arches with pleasure. You feel his fingers dig a little harder into your skin before you feel his pace pick up, the sound of skin hitting against skin fills the room along with the sinful sounds of your wetness squelching, his balls slapped against your pussy lips, and you could feel your juices splattering against your inner thighs. “Chanheeee,” You curl your toes against the floor as you feel a tingling sensation travel up your spine.

“Fuck, do you need more?” He asks between thrusts. He was breathing hard and his mind spins as he felt your juices coat his thighs. “Let me show you something,” He mumbles before you feel his arms wrap around you and pull you upwards and against him, one of his hands moves to cup your breast and squeeze it while the other stays on your stomach. “Keep your eyes open,” He turns you and has you facing the full-length mirror.

“Oh, fuck,” You gasp as the veins on his arm stand out as he gripped onto your tit, your eyes travel a little lower and pause at his hand on your stomach.

“Lower,” He groans into your ear. You look lower and feel your breathing pause for a few seconds as you see his cock disappear and reappear inside you, glistening with your juices. Your walls clench around him and your clit twitches, the sight causes your stomach to twist, and you could feel the tension inside you growing at a rapid pace, and you continue to watch. “Pretty sight, isn’t it?” You reach up with one hand to grip onto his forearm. “Look how well you’re taking me.”

“Chhaaanhheeee!” You whine and feel your eyes roll to the back of your head. “Fuck, fuck, oh my fucking, argmmm,” You lean your head back against his shoulder as you force yourself to keep watching, the sight was making your mind fog up. “I’m gonna…” You feel his hand on your stomach slide lower, his fingers slowly travel over your mound, and you watch as they get closer and closer to your clit. “Fuck…” Your back arches against him as his fingers make contact with your throbbing clit.

“That’s it, see how pretty that is?” He asks. He was rubbing wide circles around your clit, teasing you as he was thrusting in and out of you. “Fucking beautiful,” Your eyes shut from the pleasure, and you feel tears forming in the corners of your eyes, you feel him take the little nub between his fingers and pull on it slightly.

“CHANHEE!” You scream at how good it felt. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close, Chanhee, oh my fucking…” You feel him turn you again before you were pushed back against the bed, his hand releases your boob, and you feel him move it to grip your hip.

“Then do it,” He says. His thrusts were hard and precise, his fingers continued to toy with the bundle of nerves, and you were slowly losing it. “Cum for me,” You feel him shift slightly and the head of his cock hits right against your sweet spot, stars instantly explode behind your lids, and you feel your legs shake.

“CHANHEE!” You cry as you come undone, the tension inside you snapping and sending you over the edge of ecstasy. “CHANHEE, OH, FUCK!” You grab onto the sheets and twist it between your fingers, pulling at it. “UHM!” Your mind felt like it was high in the clouds as your body shook with pleasure, you weren’t even sure how you were still standing. “FUCKING!”

“That’s it, good girl, you’re doing so good,” He says, encouraging you through your high. “Fuck, it feels so good,” He was mercilessly rubbing your clit, and you were squirming from all the stimulation you were feeling. His movements became quicker as he felt his balls slowly begin to tighten, and his mind was slowly slipping. “Fuck, you just feel so good…” Your walls were pulsing around him, and it was slowly driving him closer to his release.

“CHANHEE!” You cry out as your muscles tighten before your entire body slowly relaxes, and you begin coming down from the high. “Chanhee!” You could feel him struggling to continue rubbing your clit as he was starting to chase his high. “Shit, oh, my… So good…” His mind was becoming cloudy with pleasure, and he could feel the tightening feeling slowly travelling, along his length to the tip of it.

“Fuck… I’m gonna…” He grunts before you feel his finger pausing against your clit and his grip on your hip tighten more. “FUCK!” His hips sloppily thrust against you and moments later you feel one hard thrust. “FUCK!” His cock twitch inside you, and you feel his load spill into you. “Fuck, YES, ohh,” His thrusts became uneven, trying to get himself through the high was going through. “Hmm, ohmm, uh,” His movement begins to slow down before he completely stops, his hand falls away from your pussy and his grip on your hip loosens. He leans over you, and you can feel how hot his body was against yours, and how his front stuck to your back from the amount of sweat. You were both breathing hard and taking a moment to catch your breath, the room slowly began to cool down, and you could feel the air starting to nip at your wet skin.

“Chanhee…” You whisper and slowly find his hand that was pressed against the bed. “That was so good,” You squeeze the top of his hand before you feel him get off on top of you. He slowly slides out from you, and you could feel your mixed juices run over your pussy, the feeling of it makes you squeeze your legs together.

“It’s cute how you still react to that,” He says, and wraps his arm around you to pull you upwards and against his side. “Let’s go take that bath now?” You nod your head, leaning against him before slowly making your way to the bathroom. Your legs feel shaky as you make your way across the hallway, and back into the bathroom, he guides you towards the toilet and lifts the toilet seat before carefully letting you sit down. “But let me just warm it up a little.”

“Right, that’s definitely needed,” You say, remembering you had only opened the cold water. You watch as he turns away from you and makes his way to the tub and open the warm water. “Your back… it just looks so good also,” He looks over his shoulder at you.

“Is it also turning you on?” He asks. You bite your lower lip as you think it over before shaking your head and releasing your lip.

“Not as much,” You say. You finish on the toilet and flush it before making your way towards him. “But it could, it really could,” You place your hand on his mid-back. “Maybe leave a few scratches?” He wraps his arm around you and pulls you closer to him.

“Tempting,” He says. “Very tempting, but maybe later,” You nod your head before stepping into the tub with his help. “Does it feel okay?” You nod your head with a soft hum, and he leans over to close the water. He climbs into the tub behind you and sits down before you sit down between his legs. “Do you feel okay?” He wraps his arms around you and moves his hands to your inner thighs, you could feel his fingers rub against your pussy lips.

“Hmm, I feel more than okay,” You say. “I might want to ride your arm a lot more now,” He hums, and you feel his lips touch the back of your shoulder, you feel his nose brush against your skin, which makes you take in a deep breath of content.

“I wouldn’t mind if you do,” He whispers before gently kissing your shoulder, you lean fully against him and turn your head so you can see his face, making him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“How do you feel?” You ask. The moment just felt so right with him, this soft moment that wasn’t always seen or shown to everyone. “Are you okay?”

“Hmm, I feel great,” He says. “I just didn’t know taking you with me would lead to this,” You smile and softly shake your head. “I might just invite you along a little more often.”

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Chapters: 1/5 Fandom: Dune - All Media Types, Dune (2021) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Paul Atreides/Chani Kynes Characters: Paul Atreides, Chani Kynes Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Battle Couple, Mid-Canon, takes place during Dune Part Two, comrades to fuckbuddies to lovers, Flirting, Sparring, swordflirting (crysknife edition) Summary:

Five times they fucked in between fighting the Harkonnens.

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Feel like a tease posting this when they do not actually fuck in the first chapter, but I hit what seemed like a good chapter break and I’m impatient.

Chapter count is a guess although I have the fic more or less outlined. Tags will update as we go.

[no1likejoongie]

Chani and Taeyang as your dates, who had a friendly competition to get you, only for you to answer both of their courting.

Note: Feel free to make it a fic, just tag me or use my hashtag<3