Flowers |King!Yandere x Female!Reader|

Measuring

If you are sensitive to rape and molestation, please skip near the end of this chapter.

  "Oh, yes." You nod, a little flustered you zoned out. Placing your hand in his, you trail after him through the garden once more and back into the castle. Walking through the fancy mahogany door and running into a butler, Baron talks to him for a second before turning back to you. "I'm going to need you to talk to a designer for a few hours, love. It's to design your wedding dress." He hums, twirling a lock of your hair around one of his long fingers.

  You give a shy nod. "He's upstairs. Dwight will take you." He refers to the tall and kempt butler he'd just spoken to. "I have some business to attend to." Baron gently kisses the top of your head before walking off and down the hallway. "This way, my lady." Dwight calls out to you as you both walk up the stairs and into a plaster white room. "Ah, lady (Y/N). Welcome." A lanky man stands up with a warm smile.

  With Dwight walking out of the room, you lose a small layer of comfort. "I am Fennel." He smiles once more, approaching you and kissing your hand. "Please sit down while I get some things ready." He references to an elegant white stool. Sitting down, you fiddle with your fingers. Hearing a small click you look behind you. Fennel gives a small wave as he holds a pen in his hand. You were probably just being paranoid, he was far away from the door anyways.

  "Alright, I'm done." He hums, setting down the pen and grabbing his sewing measuring tape. "Stand up for me dearie." Fennel says. Having done so, he walks up to you, measuring your waist, bust, and the rest. Writing down the measurements with the pen and paper he had earlier, he sets down the measuring tape and raises a brow. Pulling out a stack of papers, he spreads them all out onto a desk, motioning for you to come near. "Pick which base you like the most, and I'll work on that."

  Nodding, you point to a sketch of a dress that has a large bow going around the waist and ending at the back, three layers of extra fabric. All of the layers ended with lace and flowers and it had open shoulder bubble sleeves with lace. "A fine choice, my lady." He smiles. "I'll give my wife the extra details later..." Still admiring the sketches, you flinch at the feeling of an arm snake around your waist.

  Sensitive content beginning

"But for now how about I choose what I want." He smiles, aggressively grabbing your wrists and putting them behind your back only to tie them in a knot with his measuring tape. Still behind you, he covers your mouth with his hand. Managing to slip off your dress, he grins, sliding off your undergarments. "Especially considering you're only a few years younger than me- this is even better." Fennel remarks, tracing a long finger down your back and kissing your nape.

  Taking his hand off of your mouth, you prepare yourself to scream before feeling something cold against your neck. Pulling his mouth to your ear, he chuckles. "You were doing good until now. Just know if you try anything you'll be bleeding in no time." With a cape of despair coming over you, you shut your eyes. You never thought the day would come where you'd let someone do this to you. 

  "Good girl." Fennel hums, turning you around to face him. Bringing his knee to your crotch, he grins. Opening your eyes a bit, you give a small whimper at the sight of a bulge. Feeling something cold, you glance down to his knee. His dress pants were soaked slightly with discharge. "My my... look who's excited." He chuckles, rubbing his knee against you a bit more rough as he touched and licked your sensitive breasts.

  "They're better out of the undergarments.. Much better." Fennel mutters, taking his knee off of your lower region and sitting you down in a chair. Holding the knife to your neck once more, a twisted expression shows itself on his face. "Show me more fear. I love seeing that face of not knowing of whether I'll take your virginity or do something else." With those words, your stomach turns to a knot as he brings his mouth to your slit. 

  Licking to a slow and then fast pace, you clench your fists behind your back. It felt good, despite your fear and the feeling of the knife against you. Setting down the knife, Fennel spreads your legs, taking his mouth from your crotch with a satisfied lick of his lips. Thankfully you hadn't climaxed after being raped.

Knock knock

  God hadn't forsaken you. "King Baron wishes to speak to Lady (Y/N). You have several minutes to finish the preparations." A maid states, retreating back downstairs. Fennel looks down to you, biting his lip before leaving several hickeys on your breasts and back. "Come visit me later. And don't bother telling anyone about this or... you'll really get it next time." The man grins, untying your bindings and hiding the knife somewhere in a roll of fabric, leaving you to get dressed.

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  Walking out of the ungodly room, you ask a maid where to find Baron and follow her instructions. Knocking lightly on the door, you whimper, realizing the pulsing pain on your thighs after you'd fought Fennel to keep your lower region safe. Baron opens the door, giving a soft smile to you before opening the door for you to walk into the room.

  "I hope you chose a nice dress." He softly says, sitting back into his large leather office chair. "I picked the one I liked the most, that's all.." You meekly speak, clicking your nails together. "I see.. well I'm sure I'll enjoy seeing you in it, my little flower." He smiles, adjusting his reading glasses as he wrote some things down on several papers.

  Giving a small sigh, you speak up. "May I.. take a bath later." You bite the inside of your cheek, you wanted to wash off the scent and feeling of Fennel as soon as possible. You look to Baron, heart dropping slightly at a smile he held. "Let's take one together." He offers. Knowing it was best not to refuse his remark, you slowly nod.

  "It's already late." He glances to one of the windows. "Let's take one now." Baron hums, standing and holding the door open for you once more. Both of you walking out, he takes your hand in his, walking back to your bedroom and leading you to the bathroom. A large, round, floor level bath rested in a corner. While looking at your surroundings, Baron had already begun stripping and turned on the water.

  Baron raises a brow to you, stepping into the already warm water that had somehow filled the tub quite fast. You begin to stall, taking off your shoes the intended way instead of simply kicking them off and taking your tights off one leg at a time. Shutting your eyes, you slip off your dress and then your undergarments. Covering the hickeys on your chest, and covering your lower region, you step into the water with Baron, slowly sitting down before holding your knees to your chest.

  Leaning over to you, he holds a soft expression, putting your hair behind your right ear before kissing your forehead. "You don't need to be shy." Baron softly says, coming closer to you before cupping your cheeks. "I'm not going to do anything to you until we're married." He picks you up gently in the water bridal style. Setting a silk washcloth onto his crotch, he places you onto his lap. Baron looks down to you, the sight of the fresh hickey on you irking him. 

"(Y/N) who touched you?"