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In truth, Emperor and sister are one person back to back, one being, half male and half female.
PAUL ATREIDES and ALIA ATREIDES in DUNE 3
ᑐᑌᑎᕮ Part Three (2026) Anya Taylor-Joy / Alia Atreides
She and her brother could not be people. They had to be something more.
PAUL ATREIDES and ALIA ATREIDES in DUNE 3
He’s so hot wtf
"DRIVING ISN'T THE ONLY THING I'M GOOD AT, DARLING"
I WROTE ANOTHER FIC WITH SONNY
I hope you like it! 🖤😊☝
WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT
Sonny had finished the race feeling more tired than usual, so as soon as he finished, he took off his suit and got into the ice bath you had prepared for him.
He let out a sigh of pleasure as he felt the icy water help relax his muscles and cool his body.
That's when you entered the scene.
You'd forgotten to leave the drink you always prepared for him on the small shelf next to the tub, so you approached to gently place it on the surface after shaking it a little.
His gaze fell on you as soon as you got in, and a lopsided smile appeared on his lips.
There was something hypnotic about the way you moved, and Sonny could think of a million compliments he could throw at you, but he didn't.
He knew you didn't take compliments well, especially when they came from him.
Although there were times when he found it impossible to keep them to himself, and he'd end up telling you things like whether you'd painted your nails white to match his suit, or if the shade of eyeshadow you were wearing was new because he hadn't seen it before.
Until he told you those things, you didn't realize that if he knew, it meant he'd been watching you closely.
You preferred not to think about it while you were in his presence, since your body usually gave you away; your cheeks would heat up or your breathing would quicken, and you didn't want any of that to happen while you were there, with him.
"Thanks, Y/N," he murmured, reaching for the glass of drink, simultaneously sipping it through the straw.
You watched his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed, which only made the situation worse.
"It's been a long time since I've been so exhausted by a race like today," he commented before leaning his head back against the back of the tub, exposing his neck muscles, which you couldn't help but stare at. "I don't understand why today was different."
"Well, the rain doesn't help, if it's any consolation," you replied, causing him to raise his head to look at you. "The strong gusts of wind and the water hitting the glass of your car mean you have to pay more attention to your driving than usual," you explained. "The tension you feel is due to fatigue."
"You seem to know what you're talking about," he whispered, raising an eyebrow. "Has this happened to you before?"
"Every day," you stated, "my problem is in my neck," you sighed, touching it lightly. "My cervical spine is so tense that I have to turn my head slowly if I don't want to get dizzy."
"You need a massage."
"I don't want to go to a physical therapist," you murmured timidly, before focusing your gaze on a spot on the floor in front of you. "I'm not good with human contact," you blurted out before you could regret having said it. "My thing is computers and cars."
"You work for a racing team, darling," he murmured with a kind smile on his lips. "I don't know anyone, other than me of course, who is better with human contact."
"You know that's not what I mean," you whispered under his watchful gaze. "For someone to touch me, I have to know that person and be absolutely certain that they won't hurt me in any way."
"I am that person," he blurted out, as direct as ever. "I mean, you trust me, right?"
"Y-yeah, I guess so," you murmured, unconvinced.
"In that case, I can be your physical therapist," he concluded, smug.
"Do you have experience in the field?" you asked, unsure of the situation.
"No, but I'm a fast learner," he smiled, adding a double meaning that made your hair stand on end. "Sometimes I massage myself," he added. "It can't be hard to do it on someone else." He remained silent for a few moments before gesturing to you with his hand. "Come here."
"I'm not getting into an ice bath with you, Hayes," you said, making him laugh.
"I don't need to go outside for this," he said, pointing at the chair he had leaned against the wall. "You can sit there with your back to me, it's the most comfortable position."
You nodded, and as you went to get the chair, you wondered why everything he said seemed to have an implicit double meaning.
That's what you did.
You sat with your back to him, and immediately felt his long, agile fingers moving over your neck, almost instantly easing the tension in your neck.
His fingers, cold from the icy water, made you take a deep, sharp breath, realizing that maybe the water could help you relax completely.
"Maybe the ice water would help," you commented. He stopped his movements and leaned closer to whisper in your ear.
"You can come in if you want, honey," he murmured. "There's enough room for both of us."
You didn't want to be in such a small space with him.
I mean, you did, but at the same time, you wanted to run away in a panic.
In the end, you nodded, letting him offer his hand to help you into the water.
At once, the cold of the ice seeped into your bones, making you shiver.
"H-hayes, I-I hate you," you blurted out, shivering, making him give an amused smile.
"We both know that's not true," he whispered. "Admit it, you adore me."
"No." "Fucking kidding," you blurted out, noticing your feet and arms going numb. "I don't think it's working. I should…"
"Please don't go," he interrupted, his gaze meeting yours. "Stay."
"It's not fair," you snorted. "You know I can't say no when you look at me like that."
"That's why I'm doing it," he murmured, winking at you. "That's why, and because I know of another way I can make all the tension go away," he whispered, his tone husky and dangerously low. "Would you like that?"
"Yes," you almost gasped at the way his blue eyes shone brightly. "What are you going to…?"
Before you could finish your sentence, you felt his hands resting on your ankles underwater, slowly rising until they rested on your knees, causing him to lean slowly toward you, your faces mere inches apart, so much so that you could see yourself reflected in his eyes.
"Driving isn't the only thing I'm good at, darling," he murmured, tracing tantalizing circles on your knee bone. "Let's just say I have… other hidden qualities that I only show to certain people, special people."
"Am I special?" you whispered, feeling your breath catch in your throat.
"You're the most special of them all," he replied, making you swallow hard. "You won't feel any tension when I'm done with you," he whispered, his delicate, longing gaze on yours. "But first, I need to ask you a question," he murmured. "Do you trust me?"
"You know I do, Hayes, but… I…" you muttered nervously. "I haven't done this before," you confessed. "Sorry, I know I should have told you. Now you won't want to stay here with me or end up in front of me… I… I'm sorry."
"Hey, look at me," he whispered, holding your chin between his fingers. "You have nothing to apologize for," he murmured, flashing an amused smile. "Now that you've told me, I'll make sure your first time is somewhere warm, not in an ice bath," he said, slowly getting up and drying himself off to put on the clothes you had left there for him before the race started.
He gave you a towel to dry off and a T-shirt and a pair of pants of his that were too big for you, but you didn't complain because they smelled like him.
You walked out the back of the garage to his car, and from there to the hotel where he was staying for the last few days.
Apart from a sideways glance from the receptionist, no one else noticed your presence.
Sonny placed the card over the lock to open the door, and when you were inside and saw the bed, you knew this was for real, that THIS was really about to happen.
You thought the tension between you had faded the moment you got out of the tub, but a simple glance at Hayes was enough to tell you otherwise.
You stared at each other for a few moments, until you threw yourself into each other's arms, not knowing who had moved first.
Sonny's lips covered yours slowly but demandingly.
He was clearly testing you, trying to figure out if you were enjoying it or if you needed to shift into second gear.
When you caught his bottom lip between your teeth and tugged on it, making him gasp against your mouth, the pilot realized one thing: you may have been a virgin, but this certainly wasn't your first kiss, not even close.
You knew how to kiss, and you were good at it. Hayes would say TOO good.
He was sure he could cum in his pants like a fifteen-year-old just from the way you were kissing him.
The scene intensified as the room grew hotter.
Sonny backed you against the wall and held your face in his hands to deepen the kiss, before pulling away to catch his breath.
Your gazes connected intensely for a few seconds while you caught your breath, before you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he picked you up in his arms and walked with you until he gently lowered you onto the bed.
The sight before you was surreal, to say the least.
Sonny, with his blond hair all tousled and his bright eyes focused on you, only on you.
Sonny, with his lips swollen from the kisses you'd shared.
Sonny, with his damn gold chains that looked so good hanging over your face.
You reached for them and tugged lightly on one. He got the message and bent down to kiss you again.
Then he pulled away and slowly lifted the shirt you were wearing.
"Sonny…" you gasped as you felt his long, experienced fingers slide the fabric up, revealing your skin.
"My clothes," he whispered, looking down at you from his spot, "fit you better than they do me."
"I don't think that's possible" you blurted, "but if you say it, it must be true."
A few seconds later, you were both a mess of gasps and moans that echoed throughout the room.
Sonny was gentle and kind with you, helping you at every moment and kissing each of what you considered imperfections, but which to him weren't, since they were part of you.
When you were done, you rested your head on his chest while he tangled strands of your hair between his fingers.
"Are you okay?" he whispered, looking down at you. You nodded with a smile on your lips.
"Better than ever," you assured him. "But you have to promise me you won't let this distract you from tomorrow's race"
"What race?" he joked, placing a loving kiss on the top of your head.
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