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Sluts Undercover

Meruem x Reader

Y/N is sent undercover along with Palm to infiltrate the royal palace as Bizeff's slaves. Unfortunately, Y/N is captured; however, Mereum certainly manages to find a good purpose for her!

A/N: Based off of that one scene where the palace invasion team is all scared about what may have happened to Palm >:) I'm aware Meruem does not know his name at this stage in the arc: it's a plot device so hush.

You truly did miss good company.

Palm’s absence was tangible. The stale air did nothing to soothe your worries as you laid awake in the gaudy bed Bizeff had provided. Whilst the soft sheets provided some comfort, the reminder of your purpose and the possible fates of Palm did little to reassure you.

Unlike the rest of the team, you weren’t a nen user. That lack of basic self defense already put you at a disadvantage, but it was necessary for your infiltration mission. Should the Royal Guard detect your presence, or God forbid the King, the worst that would happen is your death. Although, that was hardly reassuring.

But, the image of your determined friends, namely Gon and Killua (bless their souls) was a firm reminder of your objective.

Escape Bizeff, and infiltrate the palace - by whatever means necessary. Lower the guards of the Chimera Ants in anticipation of the extermination squad. Provide medical support throughout the attack, and serve as a distraction. Bait, you supposed.

When Knov proposed your participation in this mission, you were intimidated. Being a non nen user, you mainly worked in the Association, providing medical assistance to Hunter’s between missions, rarely attending one of your own.

And yet, here you lay.

‘Lord, give me courage.’ You prayed silently. Your silken slip left little to the imagination, relying on your hair to shield you from rhetorical evening breeze, as you slowly emerged from your room.

Shoeless, you tiptoed through the town square, the fountain trickling the only noise audible. This place was seemingly abandoned, with the exception of yourself and Bizeff’s other concubines.

With a deep breath, you shook away your goosebumps, and approached the elevator. Quietly entering the code Bizeff has so graciously provided you, (Lord knows the self respect you lost in that endeavour), you felt the elevator ascend, sealing your fate.

Emerging from the elevator, you froze. A most overwhelming terror encompassed your body, shaking your soul within you. Fear wracked your nerves, as your laboured breaths hastened. Quaking on the spot, you gaze darted around the room, pupils narrowed as adrenaline coursed through your veins.

Is this the En Knov described?

No, it can’t be.

As if to answer your indirect question, a figure revealed itself, shadows dancing as he descended the grand staircase.

The man appeared relatively humanoid, should you disregard his twitching antenna suggesting his annoyance, and his frigid lilac skin. As his gaze landed on you, your fear became more intensified within your soul.

“You. You there, little human. What are you doing here?” The Chimera Ant spoke through gritted teeth, eyes narrowed as he gestured at you with a flourish.

Your eyes widened in realisation as his eye contact held you in place. With a small stutter you replied,

“M-my name is Y/N. I’m one of Secretary B-Bizeff’s concubines. I w-wanted to feel some fresh air, and it appears I’ve gotten lost. I do h-hope I’m not intruding…” you trail off, unsure if your half-truthful lie will be enough to satiate the ant in front of you.

“Hmm, very well. I believe it is my duty to take you before my King.” Either your submission and politeness has pleased him, or your mere presence greatly irritated him, as he grips your wrist in a flash and begins to lead you up the stairs.

His bruising grip yet cold hands provide a confusing contrast, a distinct reminder of the lack of humanity in these ants.

You stumble behind Pouf as the two of you ascend the stairs, his grip dragging you along. His gracefulness puts your jittery movements to shame, your intense anxiety filtering through a calm facade.

The journey felt excruciatingly long, yet in reality was likely only two or three minutes. As the seconds ticked by, the weight on your heart increased tenfold, the mere thought of being face to face with the king crushing your lungs and halting your breath. As if sensing your discomfort, Pouf sighed and hurried his pace, clearly eager to be rid of your troublesome presence.

After what felt like an eternity, your worst fears were finally realised. A swift knock on the double doors from Pouf snapped you out of your troubled stupor, further indicating your likely demise. A stern voice commanded “Enter.”, sealing your fate.

After what Pouf deemed to be an unacceptably long pause of hesitation, a slender hand reached over you to push open one of the doors, the other finding its way to the small of you back to deliver a firm shove, causing you to stumble in to the grand throne room. The slammed of the door seemed to trigger panic within you, your mind racing. Falling to your knees, you trembled.

‘Is this the power of the king? I haven’t even set eyes on him, and yet here I am, trembling like a child. Did Palm experience this? Was she just as afraid as I? Is she… dead? Will I be killed too?’ You shook your head, allowing the negative thoughts to dissolve into white noise, as you gathered the courage to raise your head. Eye contact may be too bold for the moment, but perhaps just capturing a glimpse of his figure may put your restless mind at ease.

it would be nice to know who was going to kill you, after all.

Heavy footsteps against the tile floor halted your plans for the moment. Continuing to gaze into the floor below you, your ragged breaths gave away your desperate fear as the creature stopped and crouched in front of you.

“Raise your head. I want to look at you.”

Startled by the command, you hesitated. Would it be wiser to comply? Will that give you a chance of survival? Or would he kill you, regardless?

Your internal debate was cut short, when a firm grip suddenly appeared on your jaw, squishing your cheeks together as the hand forced your gaze upwards. Tears began to fall from your eyes, suddenly oh-so aware of your own mortality, and the strength of the figure in front of you. And oh, how beautifully terrifying that creature was.

Regardless of your thoughts, the ant king began to mutter, posing rhetorical questions while tilting your face, seemingly inspecting your features.

“Tell me, little human. Are you with the other humans, attempting to foil my plans? No, unlikely, you clearly are not a Ben user, nor do you possess any impressive mental fortitude. A spy, perhaps? If so that just makes it all the more fun.”

The king’s vague wording instilled fear in you, as you inferred a future of torture if not capital punishment. Squirming in his grasp, you struggled for freedom, or at least some sense of control in this helpless situation.

“Futile indeed, little human.” Any and all escape attempts ceased at those words.

“My Royal Guard suggests I kill you. An act of mercy perhaps.” The ant king seemed amused at the suggestion. “But, that would be quite the waste, wouldn’t you agree? It’s not everyday such a pretty thing stumbles into my palace. Yes, I do believe we can find a much better use for you, little human.” Your stomach dropped as his smirk grew.

On the bright side, this does imply a chance of survival? However, it could arguably be a fate worse than death.

Grabbing you by your hair, the ant king stood up and dragged you to his throne, as you whined at the sharp tugs on your scalp. Seating himself, he pulled you into his lap, you back pressed tightly against his chiseled chest. A hand snaked around your waist, locking you in place, as his thick thighs pinned your legs in a spread position. Panic coursed through your veins at your sudden vulnerability, chest heaving, eyes welling up as his hand traveled further down, snaking under your slip, as his presses his face into the crook of your neck. The ant king inhales sharply at the scent, purring and nuzzling your neck in satisfaction as his sharp nails swiftly tear your panties.

Thick fingers swipe at your folds, rubbing tight circles against your clit at you unwillingly mewled in pleasure. Chuckling at your reaction, the ant flicks your clit a few more times, the pleasure distorting the pain as he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping walls.

“So wet already. Are you enjoying this, little human?” He murmurs into your ears, hit breath tickling your neck, sensations overwhelming you as his fingers curl deep inside you, massaging your gummy walls and curling around that spongy spot deep inside of you.

“s-sir..” unsure what to call the creature, you opt for an honorific, in an attempt to appease the king. A snort behind you reveals the foolishness of your attempt as he replies, “You are to address me as Meruem-sama.”

A soft cry escapes you as his fingers repeatedly curl against your spongy walls. “Y-yes, M-Meruem-sama..”

A smirk against your neck reveals his delight at your cooperation, as the king plants a series of soft kisses and bites along your neck, before choosing to suck harshly against your jaw. The stimulation and attention increased as he sped up his ministrations, a coil tightening in your stomach as you approached your high. Unsure of how to express such a thing, you simply cried, “c-cumming, Meruem-sama!” As your walls clenched down harshly around his fingers, gushing your slick all down his hand and wrist.

Meruem sighed against your neck, alarmingly pensive for a man an ant who had you cumming on his fingers seconds earlier.

“Yes, this is certainly much more suitable for you than death, wouldn’t you agree?”

A/N: it has been a very long time haha.

I found this in my drafts and it was too funny a concept to not share with world so enjoy. Maybe I’ll write a part two if anyone likes it