His red scarf [Feitan X Reader]

Chapter thirty five

TW: rape
The next chapters of smut are going to contain some slightly rape-ish content, not necessarily this one, but certainly the ones after this. I will put a trigger warning at the start of each chapter, but just make sure that you are comfortable and happy reading!
If there are any questions/ complaints, I am mostly active in the comments x 

The front of your body collided harshly with the cold stone of the side of the building, the crumbling bits of grit digging into your cheeks. His rough hands were all over you instantly, running desperately against the material covering your shoulders, breasts, stomach, sides and back up again. You stared at your hand planted firmly against the side of your head as you listened to his hot breath against your ear and the rapid heartbeat you could feel pressed up against your back.

You barely had time to recollect your thoughts before your arms were violently twisted backwards as he grabbed the collar of your leather jacket and yanked it backwards. A large calloused hand grabbed the base of your neck firmly and spun you round, his body once again pushed up against yours in a matter of seconds.

Feitan moved a leg in between yours as he began to grind against your lower half, his upper body still pressed flush against yours. You could feel him getting harder by the second as he continued to grope your upper body and thrust against you. His thigh was pressing delightfully against your clothed sex, eliciting a soft whimper from your lips. Upon hearing this, Feitan looked into your heavy eyes that were half open from your head being tilted back. That piercing gaze once again left you speechless and all of your mixed emotions from before dissolved in a mere matter of moments.

He halted his movements as the pair of you simply stared into each other's eyes, your gaze flicking between the two orbs as your warm breath mingled between you, casting a ghostly cloud of precipitation due to the chilly nip of the spring air. The still silence of the atmosphere surrounded you both in a deadly, but heated moment.

You're not quite sure how long you remained like that, bodies flush against each other, feeling the others heartbeats deep in your chest. It felt like an eternity, a pause in the scramble of time. But then again, it was over in a flash as the trance you placed over Feitan seemed to snap as you slowly brought your head down from where it had been titled backwards against the rough wall behind you.

He dipped forwards and in a mangle of teeth and tongue, savagely attacked your mouth with his own. As you allowed your mouth to be dominated by his tongue, you thought to yourself that the way he kisses, like this, is much like his personality; harsh, brazen, but at the same time direct and unnerving. He kissed you like he meant each swipe of the tongue, each nibble of your lower lip. And each time he slowed ever so slightly to suck on your own tongue, your knees trembled at the juxtaposing contrast between his gentle caresses and his rough exterior.

His lips disconnected from yours, leaving a trail of saliva and both of you breathless. Nevertheless, this didn't stop him from immediately attacking your neck, biting firmly once more so that the hickies that he had left hours ago were being bruised once again to leave a palimpsest of black and blue splodges, mixed with a multitude of tiny red dots of blood at his vigorous nature.

He began to tug at the bottom of your shirt, the fabric clearly irritating him as it restricted him from your body. With a low, guttural growl from the base of his throat, he unsheathed a small knife from his pocket, and slit it open in one slice. The sudden rush of cold air mixed with the careful caress of a knife down your front forced a gasp from your throat as you were now left, half exposed, with your hands instinctively coming up to cover yourself.

Feitan took a half step backwards, just far enough for you to miss the warmth of his body pressed against your own. His eyes raked up your figure, huddled in on itself, shivering, with a pleading look in your eyes. Pride swelled in his chest at the thought that he was the one to reduce you to this weakened position, begging him for more, being entirely at his mercy. You were his prey and he was going to ravish you until you begged it to stop.

His mind flickered back to one of the first interactions the pair of your ever shared. Specifically to his dark thoughts of having you tied up to the chair, bloody and bound;

He wanted to see how far he could push you before you broke. How much you could take before you finally caved in and admitted defeat. And then, once he knew you could take no more, he would continue. He wouldn't stop. He would drive you insane with torture, to the point where you could no longer feel pain, and finally he would kill you and bask in the knowledge that he had been the one to break such a precious thing such as yourself.


His scarred fingers reached up and wove in the fabric of his jacket, maliciously slowly unbuttoning each one as your gaze followed reverently, tracking over each inch of freshly exposed skin. He watched you watch him, and the thought occurred to him

'I'm not going to drive you insane with torture. I'm going to fuck you senseless, until the only thing you remember is my name. Until the only thing that you are begging for is release. Until you break...'

With a echoing thump, his jacket slid cleanly off his shoulders and draped to the floor. You tracked your eyes across his broad shoulders, the rippling muscles at his sides, his biceps, his abs that lead down to the small trail of hair between his V-line. The man was stunning, you knew this, but with the dark shadows bouncing around you, enunciating each crevice and dip of his body, you were enthralled.

Stepping once again towards you, you wasted no time in latching your hands down to the buckle of his belt, and shakily pulling the leather out of the straps and unzipping his trousers. You were hurried now, after his achingly slow display and the look he was giving you, you felt yourself grow wetter by the minute.

He reached his hands up and interlocked them behind his head, leading back slightly, exposing you to the delicious sight of his flexed biceps and forearms. The smooth skin rippling as he almost obnoxiously flexed the muscles, smirking down at you, knowing all too well how much you were enjoying the sight of this. The cocky smile on his face only lead you to speed up and push his trousers down with so much haste, that his boxers also pooled around his ankles with the other forgotten material.

His cock sprung up at you, and even after your countless sexual encounters in the past, his size still made your breath hitch. If you had to estimate, the man was packing a solid 9, maybe 10 inches. (The lack of vertical height had to go somewhere right?) Often you wondered how that entire thing fit inside you, but then again, more than once you had felt his tip push past your cervix, going deeper inside you than thought was physically possible. The man literally rearranged your guts.

Still at eyeline, you looked up at the confident man leering above you as your hands trailed down his chest and slowly grasped the base of his cock after spitting in the palm of your hand. You gently started pumping, rubbing your thumb against the slit each time your hand neared the hilt. He let out a breathy sigh against your lips as you crooned your neck up against his shoulder, nibbling and licking round the ear lobe. His hands settled on your exposed waist, massaging the supple flesh around your hips.

Between nibbles, you whispered seductively in his ear
"You can take me as rough as you want me big boy – I can take it"

He let out a short, sharp breath at this remark, and grabbed your shoulders and shoved your body to the floor, your knees taking your weight as the skin on your feet and knees scuffed against the uneven ground below you, cutting and bruising. You knelt in front of him as one of his hands raked through the roots of your hair, before harshly grabbing a chunk and snapping your neck back to look up at him

"Mouth. Open." He demanded, tone cold and authoritative.

"Yes sir" your responded as your hands gripped his hips, thumbs tracing over the V-line indent of his muscles. You licked your lips and opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out in the process. You looked up at him through your lashes as he travels his free hand down and starts slowly pumping his cock inches away from your face. You breathed out hot breath, knowing that he would be able to feel it as he inched closer to your mouth.

Before long, you felt his member slip onto your tongue slowly, and you carefully rapped your lips around the flesh, never once breaking eye contact to even blink. The stare that you both held each other in was too intense for either of you to break. He breathed deeply through his parted lips before pulling out until only his tip remained in your mouth. Your swirled your tongue against the hilt and applied a slight pressure against the slit at the top.

In one sudden, violent movement, his hips snapped forwards and his entire member was forcefully shoved into your mouth, pushing against the back of your throat. You gagged and tried to breath, an action that was constricted as he held the back of your head with such force, you wouldn't be able to move if you wanted. Tears pricked at the side of your eyes and your nails gripped tightly into the flesh at his sides. He grinned down at you, being so submissive, not being able to complain as your mouth was otherwise occupied.

He pulled his hips back fully, allowing you a much needed breath through your nose as his tip remained in you. The relief did not last long unfortunately as he began to thrust his hips, pommelling your mouth with his cock. He pushed your head forwards and back with the tight hold he had on your hair. As he roughly face-fucked you, it was all you could do to try and breath, and let your frustration out by digging your nails into his hips, drawing blood at the intensity.

A thin film of sweat began to coat his body, as he rasped out between breaths

"your such a... good girl... taking my cock ... so fucking well..."

The slight recognition made your heart throb, and relaxed you slightly, as your shoulders dropped ever so slightly. You were his to be used as he constantly reminded you with a borage of  possessive compliments between heated breaths

"My little slut..."

"God, your mouth feels amazing..."

"Only I get to touch you like this, understand?..."

With each passing comment, his hips snapped forwards and his breath grew uneven. You could feel the smooth but hard flesh twitching in your mouth, indicating that he was close.

"You are going to... swallow every fucking drop... of my cum... like the good little whore... that you are..."

And with a deep guttural groan, he unloaded a monstrous amount of semen into your mouth, the bitter seed slipping down your throat as the hand on the back of your head dropped to support his weight against the wall behind you. You sucked him dry, running your tongue against his softening member, until finally licking base to tip, swirling around once, then tipping your head back to show him.

Your cheeks were flushed a bright red, there were tear stains pouring down from your reddened eyes and your breathing was laboured. He basked at the sight of you, gently smoothing down the tangle of hair as you opened your mouth to show him your evidence of swallowing.

His hand moved from your hair to track against your jaw and place his thumb in your mouth. You peered up at him, doe eyed and gently sucked against his thumb

"good girl" he heavily whispered

But you could tell by the gleam in his eye that he wasn't even close to being finished.

A/N:
Sorry for the late update! The animosity around school exams is slowly driving me insane! Mental health? We don't know her...
Make sure you are all staying safe- top tips for COVID lockdown? Spend three consecutive days in bed reading fanfics- trust me it is the new found cure for depression (although results may vary if you read "In another life"; seriously. That shit has left me scarred)

Also: should I include a small "soundtrack"- i.e songs that I think You would play whilst Feitan rails you to the grave? I have a few in mind- lemme know ;)

Have fun and stay safe
Kitty x