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“Again?” Harper finds himself mindlessly sighing when he sees you, and the nurse who supports more than half your weight, rushing into his special room. He doesn’t pay attention to the frown that grows on your face from his exasperated tone. And even if he had, could you really blame him? This encounter is one that has happened far too many times for him to count on his own two hands. He sees you every day, sometimes even twice a day.
With a flick of his wrist, he sends the nurse, a petite woman named Petra, to leave the two of you. As the door slams shut, he busies himself with grabbing a pair of gloves from the glovebox on the wall, swiftly snapping them onto his hands. He turns to look to the bed, only to find it empty. His blonde eyebrows furrow together in confusion, and he turns his attention back to the door. You lean against it, one of your hand's supporting your injured arm, eyes glazed over with a distant look. The rash on your body spreads urgently and Harper clicks his tongue in annoyance.
Harper's lips purse into a thin line. He hated this part. He hated when you got distracted and didn't do as he expected. It got on his nerves. “Come. Sit.” He commands, carelessly gesturing towards the patient bed. He watches as you hesitantly sit down. The bed paper crinkles under your weight, and it's the only sound in the room as you get yourself adjusted. Once you're comfortable, your hands clasp together and rest on your lap.
“Good girl.” He nonchalantly comments. An ounce of pride washes over him when he sees you visibly perk up because of his compliment. “Now, I'll give you the shot. It’s like a pinch, but you’re probably used to that by now, hm?”
He makes small talk with you as he takes out the syringe from the inside of the table's drawer. It's full of a liquid meant for stand users whose stands brought about unpleasant side effects. While stand users weren’t common, it was even more uncommon for a stand user to possess a stand that did what yours did. A stand that infected you while it protected you. It was so bizarre that Harper’s attention was immediately stolen by it.
It didn't help that seeing you so helpless, after you had used your stand, made something primal in him grow. Seeing you bruised up and teary eyed as you rushed into the hospital, desperately searching for him to ease your pain, to make you feel better... Well, his attraction was bound to grow when you acted to meek. He blinks twice when he realizes his pants feel a little tighter. When it doesn't work to get rid of his problem, he shakes his head to clear his mind, ignoring the confused look you shoot him.
“Are you ready?" He asks, watching as you nod your head, confusion still on your face. "One, two,” he puts the needle into your vein at 'two'. He’s done this before, multiple times actually, but each time your reaction is the same. Discomfort blooms across your face as your hand grips onto the edge of the bed as if it’s your lifeline. For the life of him, Harper doesn’t understand why he wants to ebb away the unpleasant look on your face. Why he wants to see a different emotion overtake your features. Would it be wrong of him to do as he desires? Would it?
However, he doesn’t have to do much. As soon as the fluid is flowing inside of your veins, the virus caused by your stand is disappearing from your body. The disgusting rash slowly eases itself from your body, and soon, your body looks normal once more.
But he needs to do… More. He needs to do something to keep you here. Harper is at the edge of his seat from the look on your face. How you're staring at him like he's your God and you'd be lost without him. He doesn't-can't let you to leave so soon. You owe it to him to at least do something to ease his desires.
Looking at you, he lets out a long, loud sigh. “You know,” he starts, pausing to open the built-in cabinets underneath the bed you sit on. He rummages through it before finding a hospital gown. “Wear this. I’ll be waiting outside.” He tells you, putting the neatly folded gown right next to you. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
Your eyebrows furrow together at his words. “Why? I thought I was good to go? You give me a shot and then I leave. We do that every day.” You reply, confusion lacing your voice.
Harper hums in acknowledgement. “You’re correct. But it’s prudent I do a physical since you do come in every day.” His argument is good. He knows it is. He’s been rehearsing it since he had to give you three shots in one day.
You stay silent for a minute, processing his words. “Well, alright. I guess that makes sense.” You reply, nodding your head before getting off the bed.
Biting back his smirk, Harper walks out of the room and allows you to get dressed. Adrenaline pumps through his veins. He can nearly taste you and the knowledge that his fantasies are so close to becoming reality makes him even more impatient to finally have you within his reach.
He can’t wait to touch your body, tease you and have you seeing white when he makes you come undone. And he’ll make sure he does. He knows none of the morons in this stupid town are capable enough to fuck you brainless. He scowls when he thinks about them touching you, touching what's his. Though, a tiny part of him is thankful to them. Because if it weren’t for their unsavory means to get you to submit to them, you would never use your stand to defend yourself, and he would never have this opportunity.
To be honest, if it were up to him, he’d have whisked you away by now and kept you with him at all times in some deep, deep part in the woods. Maybe even have a vibrator attached to your pretty little clit at all times. Constantly stimulating you. Never enough to bring you over the edge, but close enough so that you’d have no choice but to beg for him to do something and let you cum. And he would.
God he would let you cum as many times as you begged for. He’d make you cum in his mouth, so he could finally taste you instead of dreaming about what you'd taste like while he completed his mundane tasks. He’d make you cum on his fingers while he fucked you in front of the entire town to show them that this, this is how you fuck a slut. And obviously, he’d make you cum on his cock.
Maybe he could pump you full of his cum… There was just something about having you pregnant that made him want to continuously fuck you like a bitch in heat. But he knows if he did, he’d always be horny. Having to see your tits grow would snap any and every restraint he had built up. Coupled with having to see your stomach grow? He’d have to be chained down, lest he fuck some more of his cum into you and hurt you or a possible baby.
A baby—
“You can come in!” You yell, voice muffling because of the door.
Even so, it successfully snaps Harper out of his daze. Clearing his throat, he opens the door and walks in, smiling softly at you as he takes his gloves off and throws them into the trash can. You stand next to the bed, hands at your side as you stare at him, waiting for a command. What a good girl, he thinks to himself.
“You can lay down on the bed.” He softly tells you, walking over to the sink and washing his hands before drying them and walking over to you.
You look so pretty laid down in front of him. He can only imagine how pretty you’d look if he was on top of you, fucking your pretty pussy and choking you, feeling you clench around him-he’s getting ahead himself. He shouldn’t do that. Not right now. Baby steps, he reminds himself.
“Let's start.” He says, putting his hands on top of your stomach and pushing down. “Let me know if anything hurts, okay?”
When you nod your head, he hums. His cold hands touch you, the only barrier being the flimsy hospital gown. He wants to touch your skin so badly, but he can’t. He needs to stick to his plan, lest he scare you away. Though, even if the worst case scenario happened and you'd report his fondling to the police, they would never believe you. Still, he’d rather not deal with the headache of trying to make you love him. It'd be better for both his and your sanities if he got you to crave his touch and affection through other means.
He applies pressure above your bladder, "How does it feel here?" He asks.
"Fine," you reply.
Harper hums and pushes down once more before slowly working his way up to your tits. “I’m going to feel around here for any bumps, okay?”
You stare up at him, eyes wide as you gulp down the ball of nerves forming in your throat. “Okay.”
He nods his head and begins feeling around your right boob, squeezing and fondling it. It feels even better in real life. It’s so soft and supple, he wants to bite down on it and mark you. He wants to take your nipple into his mouth and suck on it while you whine and beg for him to stop because it feels so fucking good.
He does it for a few more seconds before going to the other. He repeats his motions before stopping and pulling away. Time for part two to his plan. He sighs, a small frown forming on his face as he looks down at you.
His reaction has worry nipping at you like a frostbite. “What’s wrong? Why is your face like that?”
He bites back a smirk at your reaction. “Well,” he starts off, “I think you might have to undress. It’s hard to tell if there are any bumps because of the cloth. It’s quite thick.”
His words have your eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “But-why even dress me in this in the first place then?”
Harper panics for a second before blurting out the first thing that comes to his mind. “It’s an old gown. You see, I forgot to get an order of the new gowns into this room.”
Your mouth drops open into an o-shape and Harper bites back the urge to spit in it and have you swallow it. God, the things you do to him.
“Okay… I’ll. Let me just.” You stutter over your words, embarrassment etching itself across your face. “Let me stand up and take this off.”
“Of course.” He hums. He steps back, gesturing for you to undress yourself when you’re ready.
Taking in a deep breath of air, you sit up and get off the bed. Your fingers dumbly untie the knot behind your back, and the gown opens at once. Biting your lower lip, you pull the gown off your body and put it onto the chair next to the bed.
All while you undress yourself, Harper can only watch in fascination and desire. He pats himself on the back for being able to get this far. He honestly wasn’t expecting it. He thought something or the other would come up and you wouldn't even get to the part of putting on the gown, let alone taking it off.
Carefully, you lie back onto the bed.
“I know this can be a bit uncomfortable,” he tells you, voice soft as he walks closer to you. “However, this is for your benefit. We don’t want any… Parasites or other beings burrowing inside that pretty stomach of yours.”
Your eyes furrow together at his choice of words, “That’s-oh!” Your voice transforms into a surprised yelp when he grabs your tits and twists your nipple.
“Hm, it seems that they need to be stimulated.” He notes aloud. Looking down, his eyes meet yours. “Do you mind if I try to stimulate them?”
“I-of course. Do what you need to.” You breathlessly reply, still surprised from the sudden touch.
“Splendid.” Harper says. Bending down, he swiftly wraps his lips around your nipple. He tongues around it, mapping it into his memory before pulling away. The cold air greets it, instantaneously hardening it. His cold hand reaches out, thumb tracing around the nub and he watches entranced at the way goosebumps rise across your skin.
Humming, he looks away from your breast to meet your gaze. Your eyes are slowly becoming hazy, but not to the point where you don’t know what’s happening. Not yet, at least. “I’ll do the same to the other.” He says. It’s the only warning he gives before his mouth is attached to your untouched nipple. He sucks on it before releasing it and then running his tongue over it. Not even a minute passes by before he moves away and allows the cold air to help stimulate you.
“I’ll touch them now.” He says before his hands are eagerly groping your body once more. His cold touch feels nice against your rapidly heating up body. “Stimulating the body allows for a more thorough examination.” He informs you.
“I didn’t-that feels…” You start, only for a tiny whine to escape your lips when he stops touching you.
Harper watches, amused, as your eyes widen and your cheeks heat up. The serum was working. He’d have to thank Landry for getting it.
"Sorry," you sheepishly tell him. Your gaze moves past him, choosing to directly at the ceiling light. You pray to whatever divine entity is above that he doesn't notice how aroused you're slowly becoming.
"Nonsense, it's okay to have those types of reactions." He calmly tells you. His hand drifts down your boob and to your stomach. He presses down and speaks, “How does it feel here? Is it good here?”
Your mouth opens to reply, only to be cut off as Harper’s hand moves down to your lower stomach. There, he presses down. “How does it feel here?”
This time, he waits for a reply. “Good?” You say, though it comes out more as a question than a confident response.
Harper nods his head, his hand moving down until it’s in between your thighs and touching your most intimate part. “What about here?” He says, glasses glinting because of the light. His nimble fingers spread your lips open, middle finger easily finding your clit.
“Doctor-!” You reply, mortified by the way he’s touching you.
“I’m doing this to help you,” he replies, voice sincere. “We need to make sure there’s no unusual bumps marking your body.” Not unless it’s a rounded belly because you’re pregnant by him.
Harper looks at your face, confliction evident. He tries his best to repress his grin. “You’re awfully… Aroused.”
“It’s because - well.” You stutter, trying to find a way to defend yourself. But it’s all for naught. Harper doesn’t really care that you're getting aroused. He's more so focused on how much cum he can shove into your tiny hole before you're crying for him to stop.
He needed you to hurry up. He needed the serum to work faster and harder.
“I understand. I was only teasing you.” He tells you. “Anyway, I’ll begin the examination for your inner walls now, if you don’t mind.”
Your mouth opens, but no objection escapes it.
Wordlessly, Harper’s pointer finger drags across your slit until it’s wet with your fluids. His mind races at how warm, how wet, how deliriously inviting you feel. He wants to skip this entire charade and fuck you. But he can’t. No part of him is capable of defying the logical part in his brain. The part that knows you need to become unaware for all of this to work.
Slowly, he pushes in his finger. As soon as he’s about half way in, you’re clamping around him. Harper’s eyebrow raises in surprise. “I need you to relax.”
You scowl, “How am I going to relax when-!”
“I didn’t mean to sound insensitive. It’s just, there’s three parts to this procedure.” He says, patting himself on the back when you start to loosen around his finger because of the information. “There’s this one, a stimulation and check with a small object.” He slips in another finger, eyes taking in the way your mouth opens at the sensation. “And then one with a bigger object. And then another… Oral method. However, I’ll do the first two for you today.”
"Oh, okay." You pant, swallowing the spit building up in your mouth before you drool on yourself because of the pleasure he's giving you. It’s strange how much his touch is effecting you. It was clouding your brain with lust.
"Good girl." He coos. Slowly, Harper adds in a third finger and begins to thrust in and out of your hole. He watches intensely as you bite your lower lip to keep any sounds from escaping you. That wouldn’t do. He needs to hear you. Quickly, he brings out his other hand and starts rubbing your clit, satisfaction blossoming across his face when you whimper from the added stimulation.
He grins. "That's a good girl, let everyone hear how good I'm making you feel."
"Harper," you mewl. All caution is thrown out the window when he rubs letters that vaguely seem like his name into your clit.
Harper bites his lower lip, his fingers curling inside of you to find your g-spot. You're giving into him. The fluid inside of the syringe was doing its job. "Yes, darling? Does it feel good?"
"Yes!" You stutter, eyes screwing shut as the stimulation has you coming around his fingers. "Oh my God!"
"There is no God here, sweetheart." Harper says, his fingers still rocking in and out of you. You pay no attention to his words, your hips mindlessly grinding on his fingers as you continue to draw out every inch of your high.
Harper chuckles to himself. Your reaction was so cute. It made him even more hungry to have you. To fuck you completely. Slowly, his fingers moved out of your cunt, and he bites back his laughter when you whine and try to grab his hand to shove it back into you. "Such a needy little thing." He coos, eyes gleaming with delight when you pout at him.
"Harper," you whine. "Please."
Harper's eyebrow quirks up. He brings his fingers soaked with your juices to his face and puts them inside of his mouth. He sucks on them, the obnoxiously lewd sounds that escape him have you whining even more. "You taste so good."
"Harper, please." You reply, drawing out the last word. Tears well up in your eyes from how empty you feel and Harper looks down at your pussy to see it pulsing with need.
"What a greedy little thing." He tells you. His hands reach to unbutton his doctor's coat and then to unbutton his pants. "You know, I shouldn't even be fucking you. God knows how many people you sleep with in a day, you little minx."
You whimper at his words. "No! Please. I just. I want you. Don't want anyone else."
He grins at your words, pumping his freed cock. He moves so that he's standing in between your legs and looks over them to meet your gaze. "What do you want?"
"I want you." You whisper, the words so hushed and faint that Harper can't help but want to toy with you some more.
"Come on, you can do better than that."
Your cheeks blow up in irritation. "I want you to put your... Cock," you stutter on the word, embarrassment flooding your veins the longer you spoke, "Inside of me."
He hums in thought. "And what do good girls say when they want something?"
Your eyebrows furrow together. "Please?"
He smirks at you, his cock brushing against your slit and collecting your juices before his sheathing himself inside of your tight, warm pussy. "Attagirl. I'll make sure you know who you belong to once I put a baby in that pretty stomach of yours."
Your eyes widen in surprise and your mouth opens to voice your concern, only for Harper to claim your mouth and shove his tongue inside of it.
Muffled words escape your mouth as he kisses you, and a yelp slips through once he bites down on your bottom lip and forces you to open your mouth for him. Harper's hands eagerly fondle your breasts as he assaults your mouth, and your eyes roll back from the pleasure that grips your being as he continues to snap his hips against yours. His balls slap against you and his fingers eagerly twist and pull at your nipples.
When you start whining against his mouth to get some air, he finally moves back. His thrusts never once stop and your hands quickly grab his hands toying with your chest. "How," he chokes out a curse when you clench around his length, "How does it feel here, angel?" He asks.
You whimper, eyes welling up with tears as he continues to fuck you. "Harper, please don't-!" You let out a long, loud moan when Harper ignores your words and quickly cums inside of you. He paints your walls white and you cry as reality comes crashing down on you.
He makes shushing noises, "Don't cry, sweetheart. I'll make it feel good everywhere." Harper promises, a lust driven gleam shinning in his eyes as he stares down at you and his length continues to twitch inside of you.
You can only bite your lower lip when he starts moving once more.