Chapter Text
You were not alone, the first time he came to you.
Ever since you left Insomnia with the boys, you’d spent most of your time waiting at caravan sites or laying across the backseats of the Regalia. After all, you’d only meant to be Iggy’s date to the wedding. Not… tagging along for the end of Noct’s world.
You couldn’t fight. You were just… you. So you wait endlessly for them to return, scraped and bruised, from whatever venture they would return from.
That day, you stood nervously, feet tensely held together as the man approached you, a greedy smile plastered along his lips. Recognition flickers across you face as you recall that same dirty smile from when you’d run into him at Galden Quay.
You’d been stood between the Iggy and the guys, what once was a genuine grin on your face fell to confusion, and a spike of fear as you feel your Love tense under your hand that lay atop his shoulder. Removing yourself from him, you wonder how the man seemed to continually follow your group so well.
A thought clearly shared by Ignis as he took a quiet hold of your hand and pulled you just a step closer.
“I can take you,” he says too eagerly.
The boys huddle in close, weary, but a look of defeat crosses each of their faces as they realise they have no real other option in getting to the Disc.
“Fine,” Noct says definitively, removing himself from the huddle. Iggy’s hand comes to your arm tentatively, his eyes don’t leave the red-haired stranger - Ardyn, as he announced himself on the way to his car.
He took you all to his car, a lilt to his voice you couldn’t quite figure out, as the man continued to ramble.
“Oh,” He stops, raising a finger to the air. “But I must insist, won’t one of you accompany me on this journey. I fear I will be rather jealous all on my lonesome.”
His eyes watch the group and fall on Noctis, before his gaze is taken by the way Ignis’ hand tightens on the small of your back. There’s a predatory gleam in those eyes, you all see it.
“No.” Ignis says firmly.
“But, Iggy,” Prompto whispers, turning to him, “How else are we going to get to the disk?”
“I’ll go,” you sigh. “Let’s just get it over with.”
“Absolutely not.”
“Ah, what a kind young soul you are,” he drawls, ignoring Ignis’ words. You look up at Iggy with guilt as you take motions towards his car, where the passenger door had been held open for you.
You feel like you’re walking to your death.
You sit down anyway and buckle your seatbelt.
The purr of the engine strikes the old car to life, its lack of a roof allowing you turn your head back and watch as the guys uneasily make their ways to the Regalia across the parking lot. They share anxious glances amongst themselves, though Ignis’ eyes do not leave yours for a moment.
You weren’t meant to be caught up in this. That’s why you always waited for them on the outside where it was safe.
“Well then, shall we be off on our adventure?” Ardyn asked, an amused edge to his tone as you feel the car push off. When had you started gripping the seat so tight?
“Do relax, girl,” He hums after a few minutes, those hazel eyes watching you from the side. “I don’t bite.”
“I don’t know what you do,” you breathe shakily.
“I’m hurt,” he feigns, “I merely wish to help the Royal Retinue on their journey. As do you.”
You nod. But you don’t believe him for a second.
“How did you come to be entangled with the prince and his esteemed friends?” He wonders aloud. “If you don’t mind my saying, you do not strike me as the noble sort…”
You flush, training your eyes on your knees. “I went to school with them, Prompto and Noct.”
He lets out an audible rumble, tilting his head back. “Ah I see, the golden-haired gunslinger must have made quite the impression on you.” his eyes sharpen as he talks. “Or better yet- their well mannered companion.”
You glance at him momentarily, studying him how he studied you. “I… we are friends.”
“My dear,” he drawls, turning his body slightly before running the back of his hand over your cheek. You react instantly, pulling away with a face of disgust. “You do not pull the wool over these old eyes.”
“Don’t touch me.” You snap. Then remember yourself. “Please.”
He chuckles deeply. “What a well mannered girl you are,”
Then, his eyes focus on the road. “Tell me; do they take turns ruining you? Or do they all pile on at once.” He said it like he were asking the weather.
“I-“ your voice turns shrill. “That’s extremely inappropriate!”
“Oh hush, it’s merely a question. You hardly expect me to believe they brought you along just to look at do you?”
You stammer, staring at him wide eyed as he grinned ear to ear. “I came to attend the Prince’s wedding.”
“Ah, a pity that.”
The car falls into a deadly silence. Your hands tug down at the hem of your skirt to cover your knees as you feel his lecherous glances follow your figure. Soon enough, though, he pulls into a station.
Noct pulls up beside him, questioning the man.
“We shan’t continue further tonight, the roads are treacherous once night falls upon the realm.” He says much to the dissatisfaction of the guys.
Slipping from your seat like a ghost, you practically run to the safety of your friends, trying to hide the tremor in your legs. Ignis spares you a worrisome glance, but turns his attention solely to the man in front of you.
You feel dread pit in your stomach when they decide to share a caravan with the gentleman.
Outside that evening, wrapped around a comfy fire, the guys and Ardyn chat with an unsteady truce. You slide off into the caravan, unnoticed and unseen.
Before, “are you alright, my darling?”
“Iggy,” you breathe, wrapping your arms around him. “I… I’m fine.”
His hand runs through your hair as you listen to his heartbeat. “You do not appear so,”
“I’m just worried about tomorrow, with the Titan.” You lied. “Go back outside, I’m sure Noct needs you.”
He holds you for a moment more before obliging.
You’re alone.
You lean over the bed, trying to pull the blinds closed on the wall it was pushed up against when you feel the flimsy floorboards groan under someone’s weight.
“Iggy?”
A dangerous chuckle.
“A good guess. Try again,”
You try to spin round, only to find a pair of hands on your hips, pinning you in place.
“I’ll scream,” You threaten, only to be met by a tender shushing.
“Why would you go and do that?” his breath tickles your ear. “Those boys want to speak to the Archean, you wouldn’t risk jeopardising that would you?”
There’s a pause. “All over a little bit of fun?”
You feel him press up against you, your toes barely touching the floor as you try to pry yourself free from his grip earning an amused sigh. His thumbs rub circles in your hips through your skirt.
Ice pricks your veins as you begin to panic.
Your breath shudders under his weight as he presses further against you, a throbbing hardness rubbing against your ass. He mutters something under his breath that you don’t quite catch through the pounding of your heart in your ears.
And then, as quickly as he appeared, he disappeared, the weight on you dissipating as if he warped into nothing. You collapse to your knees at the edge of the bed, tears stream down your face as your hands grip the bedsheets, useless and trembling.
When the sun rose, you’d barely slept. You had laid awake against Ignis’ bare chest, mind replaying the last night over and over. Your eyes felt dry and heavy as you greet everyone groggily.
“Well, that seems to be everyone,” that voice cut through you like a blade. You flinch under the sound, and turn meekly to look at the man who paid little to no attention to you. He claps his hands, gesturing to the cars. “Well, shall we make a move on? The Archean awaits!”
Ignis ran a hand over your shoulder blades as you stand beside him. You shudder at the feeling.
“You didn’t sleep well?” He mutters to you. You give him a gentle smile.
“Just… worried.”
His lips curve upward as he plants a kiss to your temple. “We will be fine, darling. I won’t let anything happen.”
You close your eyes and let out a breath.
“Yeah, I know.”
You were in his car again, driving towards the Imperial barricade before with a simple how do you do, those doors crane open for Noct and the gang to pass through will the Regalia, unbothered.
“You sure you’ll be alright?” Noct asks as the car slowly surpasses Ardyn’s.
No.
You want to tell him how much this man terrified you.
But with his perverted grin behind you, you nod your head. “I’ll be here, waiting.”
The doors close behind them.
“Did you think about what I said last night, pet?” He asks, running the back of his hand against your cheek. You wince but do not pull away.
“You had your fun.” You spit, eyes boldly holding his.
His lips contort with an agonizing delight. “Oh, my dear, that was only a suggestion. The true fun awaits.”
You shudder, eyes opening wider, leaning a far against the car door as you can.
“But only if you want to, I am, at heart, a gentleman.”
You blanch. “Why would I ever want to… to…”
He chuckles, hand slipping from brushing your hair to tilting your face up by the chin, pulling you closer. “You see what my friendship can do for you.” His tongue comes to lick his lips. “You keep me happy, I’ll keep things nice and easy for your boys.”
“… and if I don’t?”
“Well,” his hand comes to his own chin in ponder. “I suppose I’ll simply leave it up to fate. However, three young lads up against an entire army ready to kill them at a moment's notice… doesn’t seem entirely fair. Does it?”
He laughs to himself, watching your eyes as you slowly understand the position you are in. “The decision is entirely up to you of course. Just remember,” his voice drops low, calculating. “They have only reached this far because I have allowed it.”
A breath tumbles from your lips.
“….what do you want?”
His grin widens.
“What a loaded question.” He muses. “What indeed?”
He leans back in his chair, propping his arms over the backs of the seats. The gesture telling enough, before he licked his lips again and spoke. “I’m sure you will figure it out. You seem like a smart girl.”
You eye the guard tower hesitantly, noticing the figures standing watch.
“Oh, do get on with it, dear.” He tuts, a hand coming to his belt buckle. Your teeth clench as you watch him unzip his trousers. The open invitation laid before you. “This is beginning to bore me.”
You couldn’t believe you were doing this.
Willing your breaths quiet, you close your eyes before you unbuckle your seatbelt and lean over the man. He smells like ash and sweat. Your nose crinkles as your shaking hands fumble slowly with the outer layers of his clothes, pulling down his underwear to reveal thick brown and red curls. Untrimmed of course.
You swallow.
His hand comes to the back of your head, giving it a push. His cock, half-hard in his underwear, pressed firmly against your face as you yelp and instinctively pull back.
“Ah, ah, ah, dear, that's not a great start.” His hand reaches into his underwear and pulls free his length. “Let me get you started as you clearly need the help…”
His fist pumps his cock lazily, holding your head mere inches away. He feels your hot, shuddering breath on his skin as you try your very hardest not to cry. It was so vulgar.
“Go on, girl, take it in- oh, there we go. What a good girl,” He seemed surprised as you slowly took the head of his cock into your mouth, you feel it begin to perk to life, filling out inside of you.
Then he pushes you further, a hand gripping fistfulls of hair. “You’re a natural,” he praises you coldly, urging you to take him deeper into your mouth and wet sounds begin to fill the air.
Your eyes prick with water as you begin to find his length uncomfortable, but he pays you no mind. He holds you down until you stop gagging around his now fully erect cock, your nose fully cushioned at the base of his navel. You do attempt to pull back, but the painful grip in your hair stops you, earning a tut. You can feel him, twitching down your throat, and he's enjoying every second of it.
“Do look at me, dear,” he calls, and you see his face darken as your tear-reddened eyes slowly climb to his. Lips stretched to accommodate his girth, heaving as he holds you still for a moment longer. Your eyes are pleading, you can barely breathe.
And then.
“Do you truly expect me to do all the work? You greedy thing.” he lets your hair go. “Get to work, or shall we call it here?”
You pull off of his cock with a wet cough. “N-no.”
“Then…?”
Carefully, face red and streaked with mascara, you crane your head down and take him back into your mouth. Mortification burns your chest as you think about how this should have only been meant for Ignis, but you bob your head up and down anyway, using your tongue, stimulating his shaft.
His hand returns to your hair, gripping it tight but not moving you. He lets you set the pace.
“Good girl, good girl,” he groans longly. “Was that so hard?”
You hiss at the sharp pain, but continue to take him down further.
This is for the guys. This is for Insomnia.
He bucks into your mouth and you gag, but take him down as far as you could go. You swallow around him, hoping for him to cum already. Then maybe you could be done with this.
“Do go faster,” he drawls, rubbing a thumb past your cheek. “Or would you rather I make you?”
You roll your eyes.
He doesn't like that.
You receive a sharp tap to the face as he fucks roughly into your mouth. “Cheeky minx, you forget yourself.”
You let out a cry as he takes hold of you head, keeping it still while he begins fucking your face as if it were some cheap fleshlight.“Bad behaviour earns consequences,” He breathes as you push your hands against him, your lips catching on your teeth, his cock head slamming against the back of your throat.
It hurts.
He cums with a low growl, pushing your head all the way down as his hips judder. You choke and cough, bile and cum spurting from your nose as you fly back against your seat taking in precious air.
You wheeze and cough, retching over the footwell. “Do be careful not to vomit inside my precious automobile.”
“Go to hell,” you spit between breaths.
Then, the earth started to rumble.
True to his word, Ardyn swooped in to save the boys when they came under fire from the Imperial soldiers. You hurriedly tried to clean your face before anyone noticed what a mess you were.