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WHO WILL IT BE?

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{Toji + POC Reader}

∘°∘♡∘°∘𝓒𝓗𝓐𝓟𝓣𝓔𝓡 𝓔𝓛𝓔𝓥𝓔𝓝 ~ 𝓓𝓔𝓒𝓘𝓢𝓘𝓞𝓝𝓢 & 𝓓𝓔𝓐𝓛𝓢∘°∘♡∘°∘

⟿ Song to Go with the Chapter: Off To The Races by Lana Del Rey [Toji + Reader theme song for this chapter] {literally like idk why I didn’t think of this song before}

⟿ Word Count: 4,900 +

⟿ First Toji + Reader smut scene | finally Toji fluff | Nanami + Reader smut scene

⟿ Summary: Over dinner Nanami asks Toji a question that really shocks you. They finally clue you in on their little scheme and you’re truly taken aback. You also somewhat come to the conclusion that you have feelings for Toji that same night. Around four months later Nanami decides to stay home just so you and Toji could go on a date together. Through out the past four months you’ve enjoyed having Toji around along with his son Megumi. It’s like you all are one big family which is something you could only dream about.

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𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓦𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰: contains smut, pet names, fluff, cream pie, fingering, oral sex, dom/sub, light brat taming, fem reader, black fem reader/you, and etc. [please don’t read if easily triggered or not 18 +]

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𝓐𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮: 18+ please & please don’t copy and paste my story anywhere else. This chapter is slightly shorter then the last chapter by about 400 words. Mainly because I wanted to write some sweet moments and some smut before shit hits the fan again. BUT ANYWAYS, this is my first tumblr fic so if you leave a heart, reblog, or comment it’s greatly appreciated! If there are any errors I am open to anyone correcting me in the comments, leaving feedback, or dming me. I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when I wrote this!

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝐸𝒩𝒟 𝒪𝐹 𝒯𝐻𝐸 𝒲𝐸𝐸𝒦 | 𝒴𝒪𝒰𝑅 𝒫𝒪𝒱✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

When you woke up the next day and realized Toji didn’t leave so you knew Nanami was planning something. Throughout the whole week, all of you continued to have incredible sex and just enjoyed each other's company. Nanami finally was able to leave the house not worrying about you being home alone or bored. Along with being able to work on his bakery business having Toji around want half bad. Toji always took the opportunity whenever Nanami was gone to rock your world and when Toji would be gone for the day Nanami would do the same. It was amazing having the both of them separately or at the same time almost mind numbing truly. It was like the best dream ever but it came to life.

‘I wonder what Nanami said to him. I love both of them and could see a future with all of us together. But I could also just see me and Nanami together and inviting Toji over whenever. But there’s something about Toji,’ you think to yourself as you prepare dinner for everyone. Today you decided to make something you’ve been craving, Sunday dinner. It was something your mother would make on rare occasions or when you’d visited your grandmother. It consisted of baked chicken, yams, green beans, baked mac n cheese, and lastly some cornbread. It was kind of hard to find the cornbread box mix you liked so you decided to just follow a recipe of it you found online. You started early preparing the meal so it’d be ready around the time you and Nanami usually would have dinner. This is the first time you’ve cooked in a long time so you’re kind of nervous to see what the two men will think of an African American cultural dish. You plated the food and set down each plate at their respective spots before calling for them to come to the kitchen.

“Wow, y/n what smells so good?” Nanami asks as he comes into the kitchen waving the air to get a better smell.

“Fuck, I’m so hungry…” Toji groans as he takes his seat and digs in immediately.

“That’s what you get for not eating breakfast,” you tease smiling from ear to ear as you take your seat. Nanami sits down last rubbing your back as you begin to dig in as well.

“This is really good y/n! You said this was called ‘Sunday dinner’ back in the States? Maybe we should move there!” Toji jokes in between chuckles before returning his attention back to his plate. Nanami chuckles as well and starts to eat savoring every bite still lovingly rubbing your back with his free hand.

“Ya, it’s usually something you’d eat after church. My mom only made it a few times but when she did it was a cause for celebration,” you explain trying not to talk with your mouth open.

“This is really good and hardy y/n, you should cook more if you’re comfortable,” Nanami praises as he has finished his plate rubbing his stomach proudly.

“Where the fuck did your food go?” Toji says flabbergasted as he takes his last bite.

“I should be saying that to both of you,” you tease as you point at your food showing a still semi-full plate. Everyone erupts into laughter then soon after Nanami gets up to grab some whiskey from his office.

“I hope everyone wants a drink I already poured 3 cups,” Nanami says as he walks back with three glasses with 2 shots of whiskey in them. You and Toji nod thankfully as you both take a glass sipping on it and both of you puckering your lips after. “You guys are some wimps,” Nanami teases grinning softly before taking a long sip and not making a face after.

“You just like the taste. Grab me something to smoke it’ll go great with this whiskey,” You command waving at Nanami who shakes his head as he walks upstairs to grab you a cigarette. After a couple of minutes he comes back down and he grabbed three cigarettes. Nanami individually pass one to each of you before he lights your cigarette for you. He then passes the lighter to Toji to spark his own cigarette. Once the lighter found its way back to Nanami he lit his cigarette taking a long drag.

“So have you decided Toji?” Nanami asks turning to Toji lifting up an eyebrow. You stare back between the two men as Toji looks like he’s thinking about what Nanami just asked him.

“Yes, I have and it’s a ‘yes’. Now don’t try to kiss me or anything,” Toji teases standing up and walking to Nanami to do a very interesting brotherly handshake that Nanami awkwardly accepted.

“So…who’s gonna fill me in?” You inquire standing up and putting your cigarette on the ash tray. You have finished eating and picked up all the plates to put in the sink. You make your way towards the sink as you wait for an explanation.

“My love, me, and Toji made a deal. I proposed to him that we all could become a poly couple. I see how you look at him and how he looks at you. So, I asked him and he had until today to decide.” Nanami explains grimacing as Toji puts his arm around Nanami's back giving it a good slap.

You’re speechless for a second as your back is turned to them. You put the plates in the sink and stand there for a moment. ‘How did he notice? I mean I know I brought up the threesome but this is for real life crazy; it feels like Nanami can read my mind. Or am I just predictable?’ You question to yourself but you pull yourself out of that spiral turning around and smiling.

“So, that’s why hmm interesting didn’t see that coming at all. Crazy how you all didn’t feel like including me in the conversation but I’ll let it slide this one time. You should be glad I love you both,” you tease walking towards them both. “But Mr. Nanami you never cease to amaze me. I’m glad our fun doesn’t have to end and will only continue.” You add playfully then lean in and kissing him softly letting both of your lips dance together. You pull away suddenly kissing Toji on the lips as you palm Nanami’s dick only his pants being the barrier. You moan softly letting Toji slip his tongue into your mouth letting your tongues explore each other. You smile in the kiss before pulling away and palming them both. “Or maybe I won’t let it slide and torture you both…” you coo smirking deviously. Both men look at each other wide-eyed both wondering what you’ll do to them or not do to them. You pull your hands away swiftly and pick your still lit cigarette up off the ash tray and take a puff of it while twirling away from them snickering softly. “Nothing for either of you tonight,~” you tease loudly as you walk up the stairs. Slamming your door you lay on your bed and stare at the ceiling.

‘I can’t believe Kento would ask that question that’s so left field of him. And I can’t ignore my fucking feelings for Toji. FUCK, how will this turn out?..’ you think as you continue to puff your cigarette.

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You wake up slowly rubbing your hand on Toji’s chest and your leg on Nanami’s leg as you all had a sleepover in the sex dungeon. Fully awake now you look at the two men sleeping like babies as they both snored softly. You stare up at the ceiling recounting how life has been as of recent. Nanami is about to open his bakery and Toji has finally moved Megumi in but sadly it’s only during the summer break. You slowly slither out of the grip the two men had you in and throw on a silk robe. You open the door quietly you walk out of the room doing the same as you close the door. You make your way up to your room and close the door plopping on the bed lost in thought. You hear your phone buzz and roll over to grab it. After getting up again fully with phone in hand you walk over to the big windows facing the backyard. You unlock your phone the time reads 9 am and a ton of notifications flood in. You have a couple of texts from Angel, one from Trina, and a couple from your sibling group chat.

You smirk softly as you open Angel’s it reads; ‘girl when are you coming to see me I miss you!!!’ sent at 10:30 pm ‘I know you’re enjoying your soft life but don’t forget about me!’ sent at 1:45 am ‘YOU ALSO GOTTA TELL ME EVERYTHING!!!’ sent at 5:00 am.

While chuckling soft you respond with saying. ‘You’re so silly I'll come see you sometime soon I'm gonna be in the city next week anyways!! We should go get drunk or something. AND BITCH THERES A LOT TO TELL!’ You send the message then go to Trina's message.

It reads; ‘Good morning girlfriend! What hairstyle you wanna do next week?’ sent at 11:00 am.

You respond with; ‘Good Morninggggg! I'm thinking crochet locs. What you think?’

You send it and swipe to your sibling's group chat with your brothers. You have tons of messages from Angelo they read; ‘You forgot all about us!!! It’s okay though I know you’re busy and a grown up now. I can’t wait to see you! Nanami has taken great care of us and I’m happy you found him,’ from Angelo sent at 7:30 pm.

‘Daran is forcing me to do homework tell him TO LEAVE ME ALONE,’ from Angelo sent at 8:54 pm.

‘Don’t listen to him enjoy yourself big sister we both just miss you," from Daran sent at 9:15 pm.

You laugh loudly as you read the messages and you respond saying. ‘Mannn Angelo do your homework and I miss you both very much. And could never forget y’all I hope you know I love you both equally. I can’t wait to see you guys too! I might actually come to you all but don’t quote me on that.’

Once sent you hear a knock at your door; “come in!” You yell turning around as the door opens.

“Hello Mx. Nanami, I am hungry…” Megumi practically whispers as he looks around the room.

“Okay, I can make you something what would you like?” You ask as you walk towards him beckoning him to follow you.

“Hmmmm, pancakes please..” he says skipping a little as he follows you down the steps. You both enter the kitchen and you start to gather the ingredients to make breakfast. With Megumi sitting on the kitchen counter he just watches as you make his pancakes. “You’re very pretty Mx. Nanami. Will you be marrying Mr. Nanami soon?” Megumi inquires leaning closer to you and waiting for your answer. He’s the spitting image of his father and Toji was right he’s not as loud. But having him around reminds you of the old days of taking care of your little brothers.

“I sure hope so wanna know a secret?” You ask leaning in closer to him making Megumi become wide-eyed. “I really love Mr. Nanami..” you whisper leaning back and smiling then refocusing on flipping the pancakes making sure they don’t burn. Megumi has a shocked look on his face clasping his hands together before jumping off the counter.  

“I’m going to tell Nanami!” Megumi teases grinning devilishly just like his father.

“Ooooh no you won’t! Also, he’s still sleeping and your pancakes are ready!! Sit down at the table,” You say shaking your head as you point towards the table. Megumi huffs and puffs as he makes his way to the table thanking you as you place his plate on the table. He takes his time eating looking around and savoring every bite. You sit down next to Megumi both of you chatting and laughing as he finishes his food.

“I’m gonna go play now,” Megumi announces once bored with the conversation and running to his room slamming the door shut. You can’t help but laugh as you stand up pick up his dirty dish to put it in a pile in the sink. Once the plate hits the sink you suddenly hear a door swing open. You whip around to see Toji beckoning you to come to the sex dungeon.

“He’s upstairs playing he’ll be busy,” Toji says raising a devious eyebrow. Rolling your eyes you walk towards the room still in your robe. As you walk in Nanami walks out stopping you to kiss your cheek before you both continue walking.

“I’ll be look out and I’ll whistle if anything goes wrong,” Nanami explains before closing the door and locking it softly behind him. You turn your attention back to Toji who’s already pulling his boxers off.

“Come over and relieve me brat,” Toji commands as his boxers fall to the floor. You walk over to him and he shakes his head. “Turn around and do it again. But crawl to me this time and take that stupid robe off,” Toji teases winking at you. “I’ll take you out after I wanna have some alone time with you. I already told Nanami he’s gonna take Megumi to the bookstore," he explains in a sincere tone. Within seconds you have already turned around and got on your hands and knees.

“I’d enjoy that very much daddy,~” you coo winking back at him as you crawl towards him keeping eye contact the whole time. As you get right under him practically under his balls he points his dick down to touch your lips.

“I get your mouth today, we did rock paper scissors,” Toji explains as you part your lips softly licking his tip. “Ughhh don’t tease me brat you know I can’t take it,” Toji groans bending his knees slightly to force his dick deeper into your mouth. You smile softly before taking as much as you can into your mouth. Your jaw still hasn’t gotten used to Toji or your throat so you're expecting to be a little hoarse after. You hollow out your cheeks before placing your right hand around the rest of his length and playing with his hairy balls with the other hand. You earn a moan and a buck of the hips out of him making you moan softly. You bob your head at a decent pace not wanting to tire yourself out. Toji had other plans like always, he grabbed the back of your head as he meets each bob of your head with a deep thrust of his hips. You gag softly trying not to make too much noise as slobber starts to spill out your mouth. The lewd sounds coming from you two was always so enchanting and arousing. You swirl your tongue as best as you can still trying to keep up with Toji’s thrusts. “Fuckkk y/n your throat is so good,~” Toji praises loosing his grip on the back of your head and beginning to pat it instead. You quicken the pace as you feel his dick swell and decide to grip Toji’s hip with your right hand. You try your best to deep throat as much of his length down your throat. “Such a good brat, I saw you roll your eyes earlier at me you thought you’d get away with that?” Toji teases slightly tapping you on the cheek with a free hand. You look up at him and wink making him melt instantly he whispers a string of curse words tilting his head back. “You know me so well beautiful,” he says between groans trailing off at the end. Toji’s dick twitches as cum shoots out of it making your eyes water and gag hard. He bucks his hips again making cum shoot out your mouth and dripping down to your chin and to your chest. You swallow as much as you could as he slowly pulls his dick out. You open your mouth showing the cum you still have left to swallow. Toji bends over and grips your cheeks lightly making you keep your mouth open. He slowly lets a line of spit fall in before bending up again and smacking your cheek lightly. “Swallow,” he commands while patting your head. You do as he says and then slowly stand up wobbling a little as your legs had fallen asleep.

“I’m glad I can please you, daddy.” You say smiling softly as you use your finger to wipe from your chest to your mouth seductively before licking your finger. Toji groans smirking at you before kissing you passionately and full of desire. You bite his lip softly making him grunt before grabbing your throat softly. He bites your lip back and nipping at it before pulling away.

“Fuck, get dressed I’ll meet you outside. Wear a dress a white one with a matching thong and bring a pack of smokes with you too,” Toji says as his choke turns to caressing your cheek softly. “I love you in a dress,” he says as you put your robe back on and walk out the door. Nanami and Megumi were already gone you yelled at Toji from upstairs that he could come out. You rummage through your closet looking for a cute white dress. You picked a short one that stopped at your upper thigh and was flowy so you could feel cutesy more than sexy. You walk back down the stairs and see Toji wearing black jeans and a gray tee shirt smiling at you.

"Zip the back up for me please," you ask showing your unzipped dress.

”You look gorgeous, breathtaking actually. We’re going to the horse track," Toji states as he zips your dress up slowly savoring the sight. "JUST TO WATCH NO GAMBLING!” He says before yelling the last few words as he steps away.

You laugh before walking to grab some white slip-on mules; “NO GAMBLING TOJI!” You tease matching his energy as you open the front door and walk to his car. You lean against the car waiting as he grabs his keys and walks out slamming the front door. “You need to work on that,” you say in a playful tone as Toji opens the car door for you.

“What exactly brat?” He asks mocking your tone and then staring you down hoping you’d crack.

“Slamming doors.” You say in between giggles as you get comfortable in the car, lean back into the seat, and with that, Toji slams the door making you erupt into laughter. You both make your way to the horse racing ring and Toji holds your hand leading the way. He plops down in a seat and you sit next to him. You pass him the pack of smokes before grabbing two out of it for yourself knowing you're not getting that pack back. You both watch the race betting against each other who would win; not with money of course. It helped him not gamble and it was like harm reduction and thankfully, it was fun to go out with Toji. You guys talked the whole time making each other laugh and smile. Soon all the races were done and Toji got up helping you up as he did.

“I’m hungry,” you say pouting as you both walk to the car.

“Nanami made lunch come on I know you get HANGRY,” Toji teases opening the car door for you. You plop in crossing your arms as you stick your tongue out and once again he slams the door. The drive home is quick once home you barely even wait for Toji to park the car before you’re running towards the house. You basically burst in making Nanami and Megumi snap their neck towards the front door. Toji runs in after you rubbing the back of his head. “She’s hungry, really hungry,” Toji teases playfully following behind you as you walk into the house.

Nanami laughs pulling your chair out for you as you plop down he pushes you toward the table. A beautiful sandwich sits before you with your favorite chips [insert your favorite sandwich & chips]. Your mouth practically waters as you dig in not noticing Toji passed you a soju to wash it all down. Once done everyone just chuckles as you lean back in the chair and your mood changes completely smiling at everyone. “Thank you, sorry Megumi you had to see me so hangry.” You say laughing at yourself a little Megumi just shrugs his shoulders chuckling a little too before returning to reading his book. Nanami rubs your shoulders making you lean your head back to look up at him resting your head on the back of the chair.

“You had fun today?” Nanami asks smiling down at you still rubbing your shoulders and giving a slight massage. You nod your head ‘yes’ closing your eyes and smiling softly back at him.

“I’ll chill with the kid you guys go fuck off somewhere,” Toji says waving his hand at you guys to leave. Both you and Nanami chuckle before you stand up taking your plate to the sink and dragging Nanami around behind you. “You see kid those two need help,” Toji teases making Megumi laugh. You both begin walking upstairs and thankfully Nanami didn’t forget the soju. You open your bedroom door closing it shut and locking it once Nanami is fully inside.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day..” you whisper leaning close to Nanami making him blush.

“Oh really? I’ve been thinking about you too you know. You must have something on your mind,” Nanami inquired before kissing your forehead. “Come lay with me let’s talk a bit,” Nanami commands as he lays on the bed making himself comfortable. You grab another cigarette for yourself out of the vintage cigarette dispenser and pass one to Nanami sparking both of yours. You both talk about mindless things and feelings as you drink your soju. Soon you are both cuddling into each other loving the private intimate moment.

“I have a question y/n?” Nanami asks softly in between kisses on your head as you snuggle into his chest.

“Shoot.” You say in a sleepy tone as you have drunk your soju way too fast.

“What is it you’d like to do? I feel like you have more to show the world,” Nanami says turning your head up towards him looking deep into your eyes.

“I used to sew my own clothes when I was younger I always enjoyed creating I just have to find the motivation,” you explain before kissing his chin.

“I can definitely see you doing that. If you ever want to talk about it let me know, okay?” Nanami says sincerely making sure you understand he’s here to help. As you nod your head ‘yes’ he slowly lets go before snaking his hands around your waist. “Why are you so soft?” He asks softly before kissing your cheek. “You said you were thinking about me. What were you thinking exactly?” Nanami asks as he whispers into your ear making a shiver go down your spine.

“Of you fucking me...I miss your touch daddy,~” you coo looking back at him. Nanami’s cheeks are flushed red as he smirks softly.

“Hmm, to fuck my princess or not?” He asks out loud pretending to think. You roll your eyes and turn away from him leaning back into his chest. You feel his hands slowly unzip your dress and pull one strap down. “Ooh no bra ah? Who was this for?” He teases as he slips your dress off leaving you in a white thong. “He must’ve told you to wear white. Toji has great taste cause you look delicious,~” Nanami coos before leaning you forward so he can stand up and strip. Once nude he slides back in bed beckoning you to get under the covers with him. “We gotta be quiet but that won’t be a problem will it princess?” He asks as he snakes his hand up and down your body. You both face each other smiling softly at one another before your lips collide. You have memorized the way his lips taste, how they feel, and how he moves them. You love every second of it moaning softly once he starts to caress your breast. Nanami shifts down so he can put one in his mouth as he plays with the other breast making sure neither was neglected. You moan softly as he does and continues to switch back and forth. Soon he snakes a free hand down to your thong tugging on it before he practically rips it off of you.

“You’re taking me shopping tomorrow,~” you say between moans smiling softly as he grunts in agreement. Soon he's feverishly kissing up and down your body.

“Of course, I’ll take you out to go shopping tomorrow. Lay on your back, my love. I love to see you melt underneath me,” Nanami commands letting go of you so you can do so. Once you’re on your back he hovers over your love spot. He spreads your legs apart propping them on his shoulders as he lays on his stomach. Nanami spreads your lips apart showing your glistening slick entrance gaping from arousal. “So hungry to be stuffed hmm?~” He teases looking up at you smirking deviously.

“Yes daddy please eat me out then fuck me till I can't speak,~” you beg as even his touch is driving you crazy. Not being touched after sucking Toji’s dick was like torture and they both knew that. Nanami chuckles before licking slowly between your folds and sucking on your lips. You buck your hips wanting more of him which makes him lift his head up.

“Patience princess,~” He coos before going back to eat you out slowly drawing out each lick and suck. You moan loudly as your clit begins to throb he chuckled at you as you bite your lip remembering to be quiet. Soon after getting tired of torturing you, he sucks on your clit slowly making you almost bite your own lip off. Your stomach starts to tense up and your legs tremble as you start to cum showering Nanami’s face in your juices. He licks his lips and slightly his chin before fully sitting up. “Spread those legs beautiful,” he commands as he crawls back on top of you. You do so and suddenly he swipes his swollen head against your entrance. Groaning softly he slowly thrusts into you inch by inch before picking up the speed holding your legs now. “Your pussy is so tight princess, fuck,~” Nanami whispers into your feet making your toes curl. He starts slamming into you stretching you and demolishing your walls what’s crazy is his full length wasn’t fully in you. You grab at the sheets trying not to lose your grip but fuck he’s killing you. Nanami chuckles softly before putting your legs on his shoulders and rolling so you're more on your upper back. With your ass, slightly in the air, he holds your legs to support himself as he’s somewhat planking on top of you. Your toes point towards the headboard as he slams into you slowly basically drilling down into you. Nanami has reached a deeper part of you plowing your cervix. As he does so he groans softly bowing his head more and closing his eyes. The lewd sounds of your bodies colliding alone were loud so Toji had to turn on a T.V super loud downstairs shaking his head. As he does this you have been rendered speechless mouth open but nothing coming out as your cervix is getting demolished. You let out a soft moan as heat erupted in the lower half you truly didn’t even know where. You clench around his dick as you cum your legs shaking as you slowly crumble underneath him. “You are so beautiful princess,~” Nanami coos between deep guttural moms. Soon his thrust becomes sloppy as he slowly descends back to fucking you in missionary. He bites your neck softly as he grips onto your love handles slamming deep within you and making your back arch. Nanami curses softly in your ear then says your name as he paints your insides white. Hot cum coated your cervix, your walls, and spilled out of your pussy making you moan softly. Nanami bucks his hips a couple more times before pulling out fully and falling next to you. “You feel so good princess I’m addicted to your love and touch,~” Nanami confesses in a breathy tone.

You smile at him as you crawl on top of him now laying chest to chest. “I’m glad I could please you daddy, it was really good. I love when you fill me with your cum,~” you say in between kisses. "I love you, Ken my heart is yours," you say softly inches apart from him as you both touch foreheads holding hands.

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Once again I hope you enjoyed this one and can’t wait to upload the next chapter! Also let me know how you guys like the little fluff and the smut in this one overall. I liked this chapter going on a little date with Toji likeeee. And for story purposes Megumi is like 5 or 6 right now. I’m so happy people on here actually like this story or smut it warms my heart. But, don’t forget to comment, leave feedback, leave a note, or anything truly. It’s all appreciated! ( v ω v)//

[Please don't copy or plagiarize my work thank you. I don't own any rights to JJK and all photos are from pintrest or here I'll try to tag people if I can]

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tiredcatsleep · 2 days

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AO3 post where there is talk that Yuu is from a different world. (Will add more later if anyone finds more)

Where there is little explained about Yuu’s world but just Yuu.

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Yuu talking about the kimono during Sam’s New Year Sale.

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Yuu finding out that Twst doesn’t have Christmas but decides to celebrate it.

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An angst story where Yuu goes through Twst but still misses home.

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Yuu makes candy canes for the winter.

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The Twst boys learn a bit on astronomy from Yuu’s world.

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Twst boys experience a fnaf fanmade video for the first time.

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Yuu dancing to a song in their mind from their world.

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A small reference to Yuu’s World.

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Part of a group of posts that revolve around Yuu directing a musical from their world.

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#disney twst #twst wonderland #twst yuu #world differences #twisted wonderland #twst #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link

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furiousdinosaurdestiny · 6 months

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I feel called out hehe

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kooqitas · 28 days

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— playing in the park lot ★ with: jjk!

#pairings: bf!jungkook X reader #synopsis: after getting a little too angry at a random guy wanting his girlfriend, jungkook decides to give him a present. #tags: pwp, angry sex, public sex, no condom, spit kink, both drunk. #notes: JUST STREAM HOPE ON THE STREET! #wc: 1,4k blog em português X twitter

"no, don't even start, jungkook!" you muttered as soon as you saw your boyfriend staring at the guy on the other side, bringing the beer bottle to his mouth and swallowing the liquid in visible hatred.

"i'm not starting anything! the guy over there has no respect and is eating you with his eyes," muttered, still staring at the man.

"half the party is also staring at you and eating you up with their eyes, and that's not why i'm freaking."

"of course not, you like this shit!" he said loudly, pulling your waist against his.

don't take this the wrong way, jungkook was the perfect boyfriend, he cared for you too much, he'd face a bullet for you or whatever, he just fucking loved you and wanted to protect you from everything and everyone.

but sometimes he went overboard, and that was one of the times.

god, jungkook was completely irritated just because a guy looked at you from afar, and yes, you knew it wasn't an innocent look, but you just ignored it.

"do i like that shit?" you asked offended. "jungkook, if I wanted to fuck with another guy, i would have done it a long time ago." you rolled your eyes, continuing to roll around to the music that was playing. "relax, baby, hm? you know i'm just yours, don't you?"

you stood on your tiptoes, trying to give your annoyed boyfriend a kiss, but it didn't do much good, jungkook was actually angry about the situation, god, how could anyone be so stupid?

for the next few seconds, your boyfriend finally calmed down a bit, continuing to dance with you. that was one of the things you liked most about jungkook, he wasn't the kind of guy who held your waist and expected you to roll around on him all night, he just drove you crazy with him. pressing his hips against yours, rubbing his cock in your body, dancing with jungkook was begging to get wet in his arms, and you liked it that.

due to the large amount of alcohol you had consumed, the need to go to the bathroom became apparent, so you left, heading for the bathroom and leaving jungkook on the dance floor.

you waited a few minutes, the waiting line was infinitely long and peeing yourself silly was always an event.

a comical event, by the way.

but as soon as you'd finished, washed your hands and touched up your lipstick in the mirror, you left the bathroom, looking for your boyfriend on the dance floor.

or at least trying to, since a large hand grabbed your waist.

and you knew that hand wasn't your boyfriend.

"hey, kitten, decided to give your boyfriend a break, have you?"

"don't touch m-"

you didn't even get to finish, because the next second jungkook was punching the face of the guy who tried to kiss you.

and that's the story of how you and jungkook got kicked out of the club.

shit.

"there's no point in getting angry, jungkook! i didn't do anything."

silence.

"fuck, aren't you going to say anything?"

his boyfriend didn't answer, keeping silent all the way to the parking lot where the car was.

and that's where you got angry. fuck, it could have been anyone's fault but yours, you'd done absolutely nothing.

"jungkook, it's not my fault you're a lunatic who doesn't know how to socialize in public, stop acting like i did something." you pulled him by his arm, spitting the words in his face.

"you knew he was dying to fuck you."

"and what the hell do i have to do with it? literally the only person who fucks me in this world is you, shit! if i wanted to give it to another guy i would have given it to him ages ago, now, if you're going to get angry about something that didn't even happen, maybe i should go back inside and fuck with him!" you shouted.

you didn't even see how it happened, but the next minute jungkook's body was pressing you down on the hood of the car, his wet tongue making a mess of your mouth and his hard cock rubbing against you as he pulled your skirt up roughly.

"jung-jungkook, the cameras." you tried to say, the words being swallowed by the mouth on yours.

"now you care if anyone can see you?" he laughed. "you don't want to fuck, sweetheart? you're going to fuck me right here, right now!"

it would be a lie to say that it didn't turn you on, unfortunately that was a truth you were forced to deal with, jungkook's jealousy made you horny, very horny, and the insanities he committed after a crisis gave you the best orgasms ever seen in the history of the face of the earth.

in the process of lifting your skirt, he ended up breaking the zipper, and too irritated, he just ripped the strap of your thin blouse, exposing your breasts there as he leaned over the hood and started sucking on your nipples.

his nimble hand went to your wet hole, rubbing his middle finger over the lace panties you were wearing. yes, it was a fact that you intended to end the night with jungkook's cock inside you.

you just didn't count on the element of surprise that it would happen to him in the parking lot of the club.

"that dirty little cunt got wet seeing me jealous, didn't it? go ahead, whore, you love it when other guys get desperate to cum in you and i get angry."

without any warning he penetrated your middle and ring fingers, quickly establishing a punishing rhythm while biting and sucking on your nipples.

you moaned something disconnected, your boyfriend looked so handsome with rage and that made you even hornier.

a third finger was added and with your loud scream jungkook took the opportunity to spit in your mouth, slapping you across the face immediately afterwards.

it was pathetic how he put you over the edge in such a short time, and it was only a matter of seconds before you screamed that you were going to come on his fingers.

but he wouldn't let you.

jungkook flipped you onto your back in an aggressive way, the cold metal of the car in contact with the nipples of your breasts was enough to make you cum, but everything got even better when jungkook put his thick cock in your cunt, slamming it hard against you while bending your body even more on the hood of the car.

"my cockslut, you're such a beautiful little whore for me, baby. let me fuck your hot little hole right here where everyone can see you."

and you contracted hearing those words.

"you like it, don't you? desperate for your man to fill your pussy with my cum, you'll take anything i want, right?"

the heavy hand slapping against your ass, leaving red marks, while you drooled on the hood of the car because you couldn't even close your mouth.

"i'd like to take you back inside and spurt in your pussy in front of everyone. you'd love it, wouldn't you? everyone seeing that you're so desperate for cock that you'll accept me fucking you anywhere."

"j-jungkook!" you moaned, and your boyfriend understood what that moan was all about.

jungkook moved his middle finger to your clitoris, making relaxed movements while he thrust into you, calling you a whore, a slut, a bitch. you could only moan.

and when he pressed your face even harder against the side of the car, you came, so hard that Jungkook came right after, filling your hole with his warm liquid.

"good, baby, you were so good! so perfect for me…"

you smiled, feeling good about your recent orgasm.

"shhh, hold on, don't get up yet!" jungkook took his cell phone out of his pocket, squatting down to record a short video of you lying on the hood of the car and leaking his cum. "so beautiful, so fucking mine, i love you so much, princess."

jungkook kissed your back, and as you lifted your head you saw that he was staring at a specific point in the parking lot.

the guy who hit on you was watching everything from the other side.

your boyfriend laughed before helping you into your clothes, or at least what was left of them…

he blew a lazy kiss to the man who was staring at everything and opened the car door.

"you're bad, jungkook!" you laughed.

"me? fuck, princess, you're the one who agreed to give it to me this cunt in the middle of the parking lot."

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Is It Over Now?

Coriolanus Snow x Reader

Summary: Snow and you spend some alone time after he helps you win the 10th Hunger Games.

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: Some plot, smut (badly written smut), OOC Snow, no use of y/n, penis in vagina sex, handjobs, vaginal fingering, not proof read.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/51707884

A/N: Some more smut. Enjoy.

Victory in the 10th Hunger Games was yours, but as your body weakened, a loud bang echoed across the arena. Collapsing beside a mesmerizing assembly of rainbow-hued serpents, you found yourself amidst a scene where these serpents, previously eliminating fellow Tributes, now encircled you. Anticipating a lethal squeeze akin to their treatment of the others, you braced yourself to be suffocated to death, yet these serpents, instead of harming, gracefully slithered across your exposed skin, oddly radiating warmth.

Their sinuous movements became an unexpected comfort, their smooth scales offering a curious sensation as you surrendered to the overwhelming exhaustion and gnawing hunger, with the dancing serpents, you felt as the darkness enveloped you completely.

As consciousness returned, the overwhelming brightness disoriented you, making it challenging for your eyes to acclimate, especially after the arena's limited illumination. The only familiar light had been the occasional sunbeams penetrating the arena's collapsed ceiling.

Amidst this disorientation, a woman's voice echoed in the room, her tone carrying a clinical detachment. "She's awake," she declared, devoid of any emotional inflection, her words registering faintly as you struggled to regain full awareness.

You winced at the sudden sharp sting shooting through your ankle, a painful reminder of the bad fall you had endured while attempting to escape from Reaper in the arena.

"Stay still," commanded the voice, and obediently, you complied, fearing the consequences of defiance. The prospect of being thrust back into the arena loomed as a potent threat, compelling your compliance.

A sudden icy grip seized your arm, prompting your gaze to dart downward, revealing a firm grasp from someone, and a strange contraption in view. Panic surged within you at the sight, nearly compelling you to wrench your arm free. Sensing your escalating panic, the woman swiftly barked an order, "Hold her down," perhaps aware of the impending struggle.

Another figure emerged, seizing and restraining you while the initial woman persisted in her actions. A sudden jab of pain coursed through your arm, prompting an instinctive struggle against it. However, the room's light started to fade, and the encroaching unconsciousness began to overwhelm you. Unlike in the arena, where you succumbed easily, this time you resisted, fighting against the impending darkness. Despite your efforts, the battle against unconsciousness proved futile, and moments later, your eyes closed entirely, surrendering to the inevitable loss of consciousness.

The next time you wake up, the room appears slightly dimmer, allowing your eyes to more easily discern the surroundings.

Summoning inner strength, you exerted effort to raise yourself, relying on your hands to assist in propelling your body into a sitting position.

As you surveyed your environment, the absence of windows caught your immediate attention. The room appeared devoid of any signs to the outside world. Moreover, the ceiling lights appeared dimmer than during your previous awakening, casting a subdued glow that suggested a deliberate reduction in brightness.

Your focus then shifted to a nearby machine, to which you seemed somehow tethered by what looked like strings or wires. The contraption emitted a continuous, grating beeping noise, provoking an instinct to hurl it across the room, yet you exercised restraint, refraining from acting on that impulse.

The room was devoid of any color, in a strange way it reminded you of back home. District 12 was all gray and colorless, and this room felt much the same.

Startled, you reacted with a jump at the sound of the door opening, admitting two unfamiliar figures into the room.

You had never seen either of them before, and for the first time since waking up you were reminded of your mentor and how much you longed to see Coriolanus Snow.

The man stood at a shorter stature, clad in attire far simpler than the ostentatious fashion you had expected of Capitol residents. His clothing unexpectedly evoked a resemblance to Coriolanus,

The man presented a stark juxtaposition to the woman who accompanied him. She wore a long red shirt that gradually transitioned to white at the hem, complemented by white pants and blood red gloves. Her striking feature, however, was her mismatched eyes, which fixed upon you with an intensity that surpassed any expectation or prior experience.

A tense silence enveloped the room as all present exchanged stares. Despite your desire to speak, fear gripped you tightly, rendering you incapable of uttering a single word in their presence.

"Our Victor is awake," the woman announced with a broad smile, eliciting a wave of unease within you.

Her words struck through you. You had actually won! The notion seems completely untrue but somehow it is true. You survived the Games, but what happens now.

You adjusted your body on the bed, feeling slightly unsettled as the woman approached. "Congratulations on winning the 10th annual Hunger Games," she exclaimed with fervor.

Noticing the anticipation in her expression, you understood the need to respond. "Thank you," you managed to say, though your voice emerged strained. Your throat felt dry and it hurt to speak.

Largely absorbed by the woman before you, you barely registered the man's approach, bearing an offering in his hand.

He presented it to you—a cup of water.

Your hand instinctively reached out to grasp it, yet something held you back from taking the cup.

Observing your hesitation, the man sighed, bringing the cup to his own lips for a sip before offering it to you once more. This time, you accepted.

With thirst overpowering your restraint, you swiftly consumed the contents of the cup.

"Oh, she's rather thirsty," the woman chuckled.

You deliberately averted your eyes, setting the cup aside.

The man coughed lightly. "I am Casca Highbottom," he introduced himself.

Nodding in acknowledgment, you listened attentively.

He gestured towards the woman. "And that is Dr. Gaul, the head Game Maker," he explained.

Suddenly, the woman's peculiar and somewhat cruel demeanor started to piece together in your mind.

"Do you know why we are here?" Dr. Gaul asked abruptly.

Shaking your head, confusion swept over you, unsure of the unfolding situation.

"You emerged victorious," the woman stated. "Tell me, how did you manage to survive against my snakes?" Her tone remained casual, yet her scrutinizing gaze carried an intense focus as she studied you.

Uncertain of how to respond, you hesitated. "I don't know," you eventually replied after a brief pause.

"You don't know," Dr. Gaul echoed, her feigned empathy evident in her tone.

"I—" you started, but your words were swiftly cut off.

"That mentor of yours was quite determined to make you into a victor," remarked the unsettling woman.

At the mention of his name, Coriolanus, you instinctively locked eyes with her. "Where is he?" The strength in your voice caught you by surprise.

"Oh, he’s fine," Dr. Gaul responded casually, yet you couldn't overlook the burgeoning excitement shimmering in her eyes as she observed your reaction.

"I want to see him," you asserted, taken aback by the commanding tone in your voice.

"And why would we allow that?" This time, the man spoke up, his demeanor noticeably angrier than his initial neutral expression upon entering.

Facing him, you noticed the marked shift in his expression. "Because," you struggled to find words, "He's my mentor, he helped me," you offered weakly, unable to formulate a stronger argument.

Dr. Gaul chuckled at your feeble response.

"Would you like to know how you won?" Dr. Gaul inquired, though you sensed she intended to divulge the information regardless of your response.

As expected, without pausing for an answer, she continued, "He slipped your scent into the tank housing my snakes."

Her revelation left you staring at the woman, a mix of confusion and uncertainty swirling in your mind at what she had just disclosed.

"My snakes target those with unfamiliar scents," she elaborated.

Realization dawned upon you; the snakes should have killed you, but Snow managed to obtain your scent and introduced it into the tank before its arrival in the arena. Recollecting the moment when he wiped your tears with a handkerchief the night before your entry into the arena, it all clicked into place.

Oh Snow, you felt immediate gratitude towards him, tears unwillingly began to fill your eyes but you quickly forced them away.

"I understand," was your simple response.

"Hmm," Dr. Gaul replied in acknowledgment.

Feeling a surge of anxiety, you queried, "What happens now?" Fear tinged your words, uncertain of their impending decision.

"You should be sent back to your District and Snow should be serving in District 2 as a peacekeeper," Casca Highbottom said. You detected the hints of bitterness in his voice as he uttered Snow's name.

"I'll return to District 12?" you queried.

"No," Dr. Gaul responded swiftly, exchanging a glance with Casca before turning her attention back to you. "We've decided to let you stay."

"Stay?" Confusion laced your question.

"Yes, you'll remain here in the Capitol," Dr. Gaul confirmed.

"Why?" Doubt tinged your inquiry, mistrusting the words of the head Game Maker.

"You're the victor, sweetheart," she stated as if it were self-evident. "Things are changing; we've discovered that allowing our victors to return to their Districts after winning is rather uninspiring to the people of the Capitol."

You nodded in acknowledgment, though the full meaning behind their words remained elusive.

"And what about Coriolanus?" you inquired.

"He's your mentor," Dr. Gaul began, "it would be strange if we allowed a Hunger Games victor to stay in the Capitol while dispatching one of our own to serve as a Peacekeeper."

You absorbed the information, feeling relieved that Coriolanus wouldn't have to leave his home after all.

"May I see him?" you asked once more, and this time it was the Game Maker responded.

"I'll send him in," she declared with a sinister smile, then began to make her way to the door. You watched as she departed, slipping out of the room.

"You should be careful," the man's voice diverted your attention from the doorway.

"What?" You questioned, puzzled. You survived the Hunger Games, you couldn't fathom facing more danger in the Capital.

"Coriolanus Snow isn't who you believe him to be," he stated solemnly, casting a sympathetic glance your way. "I do hope your survive him,”

With those cryptic words, he departed, leaving you with a sense of bewilderment.

You were left pondering what Casca Highbottom had meant when the door to the room suddenly opened again.

He strode in, his demeanor displaying a touch of weariness that you hadn't witnessed before, yet he maintained his familiar presence despite his apparent fatigue. His hair retained its icy golden hue, and his striking blue eyes fixated on you with an unwavering intensity.

For what felt like an eternity, both of you held each other's gaze, silently absorbing the moment. Finally, Coriolanus broke the silence, approaching the soft bed where you lay.

"Are you alright?" Coriolanus asked, his voice laced with concern as he reached the bedside, examining you closely.

"I am now," you replied softly, feeling a mixture of emotions in his presence. "I didn’t think I would ever see you again,"

"Neither did I," Coriolanus admitted, his gaze holding a hint of regret.

"I couldn't just stay away, not after everything." He said after a moment of lingering silence.

"I'm glad you're here," you confessed, a sense of relief washing over you at his presence.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," he admitted, his tone softer.

He drew nearer, settling himself onto your bed, hesitantly taking hold of your hand.

You offered a gentle smile at his nervous demeanor.

"You'll be staying here in the Capitol," he said. You noticed the slight excitement in his voice.

Nodding in acknowledgment, you replied, "Yes, they told me that already,"

"Tomorrow, they'll release you," Coriolanus relayed. "Dr. Gaul mentioned they'll arrange a room for you at a hotel for the time being."

You stayed silent for a moment before finally speaking up, "Will you come with me?" Coriolanus was the only person you trusted in the Capitol; he was your friend and you wanted to be with him during your time here.

Offering a small smile, he responded, "I can visit you if you want."

"Yes, I'd like that," you affirmed, grateful for his willingness to support you during your stay in the Capitol.

You reunited with Coriolanus in the seclusion of the room allocated to you following your discharge from the facility you had been held in.

He appeared poised, clad in attire far more exquisite than anything you'd seen him wear before, his hair slicked back. He looked refined, yet a part of you yearned for the familiarity of his former fluffy curls.

True to his word, Coriolanus had arrived shortly after your arrival to visit you.

He began by sharing news about being honored with the Plinth Prize, attributing it to your triumph in the Games. He spoke enthusiastically about his forthcoming work under Dr. Gaul for his studies.

Despite your reservations about Dr. Gaul due to her pivotal and harsh role in your suffering during the Games as the head Game Maker, you opted to keep your thoughts to yourself. Coriolanus radiated enthusiasm, making it challenging for you to voice your dislike for her in his presence.

"That's wonderful news, Snow," you remarked.

Offering a sheepish smile, he hesitated before speaking up, "You can call me Coryo if you'd like. That's what my family and friends call me," he added, noticing your lack of response.

"And are we friends?" you inquired, curious about his perception. While you considered him a friend, and perhaps even more, you were uncertain if he felt the same. Despite his actions to ensure your victory, you wondered if it was solely for his Plinth Prize or if there was something deeper.

He regarded you with an incredulous expression, moving closer and clasping your hands in his. "Of course," he affirmed.

Looking up at him, you noticed his height, often towering over you. Staring into his icy blue eyes, you found nothing but sincerity reflected in them.

Coriolanus starts to lean in, his face drawing nearer to yours, and you find yourself motionless, his face now mere inches from yours. He gives you one final glance before his lips gently touch yours. The kiss is gentle and chaste. You feel warmth radiating from both of you, his lips still touching yours. Your breath quickens and your heart races. His arms come around to your waist, your fingers intertwined with his, as the two of you stand together.

You pull away from him slowly, a soft sigh escaping your lips. A look of confusion crosses his handsome features, but he soon recovers and offers you another smile. "Is this okay?" He questions.

You return his smile and nod. "Yes." You reach up, brushing your fingertips lightly against his cheekbone. He closes his eyes as he leans into the caress. You continue to brush your fingers through his skin, your thumb gently rubbing against his bottom lip.

You can't help but notice how warm his skin feels against yours. You wonder what sort of things would happen if you could run your fingers along his neck, if you could feel how strong and well defined his muscles are. Would his hair be soft to the touch or stiff and dry like straw? Would he taste as good as you imagine and—

Your gaze falls back to his mouth, wanting to press kisses across his pale pink lips again. How long will it take for the both of you to get used to each other, you ponder, as his hand reaches out to cup the nape of your neck. As his fingers entwine behind your head, he pulls you closer towards him. Without warning, he kisses you again, pressing himself closer to you. You can hear your own heartbeat quicken, almost sounding thunderous.

His hand moves down your back. You shiver at his touch, the heat of his body warming you up. The sound of your heart pounding is nearly deafening in its volume as his hand caresses your clothed body. When he slides his hand beneath your shirt, you moan softly against his warm hand. He seemed slightly alarmed by your reaction, but soon he continues, letting his hand roam underneath your shirt as he continues to kiss you.

When he finally pulls away again, you open your eyes. His cheeks are flushed pink as well, and you find yourself staring into his azure eyes. He looks so beautiful that you want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and never let go. But then reality sets in as the reality of just what happened dawns on you.

With a deep blush coloring your cheeks, you look away from him and attempt to recover some composure, though you fail miserably. You begin stammering apologies, not daring to look at him as a whole. It was a momentary lapse of judgment and you shouldn’t have indulged your desires like that—not with someone like him—but you couldn’t stop yourself.

"Hey, hey," he murmurs, gently cupping your face in his hands. "Everything's okay,"

You peered into his eyes, searching for any trace of insincerity or pity, but all you found in his expression was genuine sincerity. It took him only moments until he pressed his forehead against yours, a small smile lingering across his face. "I wanted to kiss you,"

You stare into his eyes again, trying to gauge his sincerity, your heart beginning to slow. You find comfort in his sincerity, something that you had not felt since the Games.

Slowly, you lean forward and place a tentative kiss onto his lips, the kiss is sweet and passionate and you're filled with happiness. For a while, you remain there, kissing each other, your mind's blank, but eventually you break apart, breathing raggedly. Your hearts pounded against your chests. A grin spread across your face. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

He smiled back at you, reaching out and caressing your arm. “Nor did I,” he admitted softly.

Suddenly, his hand moved up your arm to rest against the top of your shoulder. A thrill raced through your nerves. “Do you trust me?”

“Always,” you answered without thinking.

Coriolanus gazed deeply into your eyes, as if he knew exactly where you were vulnerable. With a smirk playing on his lips, he leaned in to capture your lips once more. This kiss wasn’t the sweet, innocent exchange from earlier. It was hot and demanding, as if you were going to devour each other at any moment. You found yourself gasping for air, a pleasured sensation flowing through your chest as you felt his tongue brush against your lips.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you reciprocated his embrace, allowing yourself to melt into his warmth. His arm was wrapped firmly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your entire body ached from the prolonged contact. The only thing keeping you from melting into the ground was Coriolanus’s strong arms.

After several moments, Coriolanus broke away. He tugged at your shirt, his eyes briefly met yours in a question, you nodded and Coryo lifted the plain shirt over your head, leaving you in just your undergarment. You heard him inhale sharply and you turned away slightly, a blush covering your cheeks.

As you turned to look at him again, you saw him gazing at you intently, his expression unreadable.

His fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a torso that made your heart race. With a swift tug, his pants followed suit, leaving him standing before you in nothing but his boxers. Without a word, you mirrored his actions, shedding the plain pants that had been provided upon your arrival.

The two of you stood there, gazing at each other, a mutual sense of desire radiating between you as you stared into each other's eyes. He pulled you into his arms again, gently guiding you onto the bed.

With one fluid movement, his body fell on top of yours. You lay there, holding each other as the two of you kissed. His warm body enveloped yours as he continued to kiss you tenderly, savoring every detail as much as you were savoring each new experience.

You felt his tongue sweep gently against the inside of your bottom lip and you parted your lips, giving him access.

When he tasted your tongue against his, it sent chills down your spine. You felt his warm fingers brush against the clasp of your bra, you arched your back up, signaling him permission to unclasp your bra.

He pulled away from you briefly, allowing your bra to fall off your shoulders. He gently placed his lips back against yours, deepening the kiss. In spite of the cold weather outside, his body was burning against yours, and all of a sudden, it was like fire was consuming both of you.

In response to his touch, a shudder ran through you, goosebumps prickling along your exposed flesh. Your naked breasts were now firmly pressed against his, you moaned as you felt his hand cup your breast, caressing your sensitive nipples.

You could feel your body reacting to his touch, your legs involuntarily parting to give him access to your body.

His touch became increasingly more urgent, his tongue swiping roughly across the seam of your lips. He began trailing kisses down your jawline to your neck, biting and sucking gently on your skin as he went. Your hips bucked upwards, begging for more attention, more love.

Coriolanus’s hands glided down your sides, stopping at your hip bones, grasping a hold of your thighs tightly. His thumbs traced delicate patterns on your inner thighs, creating tiny friction.

He then slid his hands lower, his fingers slipping under the edge of the waistband of your panties. You gasp as you feel his fingers slide beneath your underwear. He pauses for just a moment, taking in your reaction.

You bite your lip as you try to regain control over your body, but he quickly moves his fingers, slipping them past the barrier of your panties, he begins to slowly massage your clit, your body trembling beneath him.

“Coryo,” you groan quietly, “Please…more…”

You feel his grip on your thigh tighten, his fingers moving faster against your clit. His lips continue their ministrations, nibbling and kissing his way down your neck, sucking on your skin with a feverish passion as he continues to tease you with his fingers. After a few more seconds of this, he slips in a finger, it was uncomfortable at first and painful, but quickly the discomfort eased as you grew used to the feeling. He began to pump his finger into you, slowly increasing the pressure, increasing his tempo.

Your body trembled, your breath came out in short sharp breaths as you were overwhelmed by his movements.

“More…,” you cried, unable to contain yourself anymore. You gripped onto the sheets beneath you tightly as he pushed two fingers into your wetness, his thumb circling your clit as his fingers pumped rapidly, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your eyes shot wide as an orgasm washed over you, the tight grip on the sheet lessening as the intensity of your climax faded away. Coriolanus stopped pumping his fingers and brought his mouth back to yours, capturing you in another fierce kiss. You felt his hardness through his boxers, pressing against your belly, and you couldn’t help but moan. You wanted him, you wanted him inside of you, you needed him.

His lips left yours and trailed down your neck, nipping at your collar bone, causing shivers to run throughout your body.

“I need you,” you whimpered, wanting desperately to be closer to him, needing to feel him within you. You were surprised at your sudden bravery as you let your fingers glide down his body, touching his chest, his stomach until your hand linger around his hardness. You could feel the heat radiate from him through his thin material.

A soft laugh escaped his lips and he grasped your hand in his. He intertwined his fingers with yours, lifting himself slightly so that you could slip your hand underneath his boxers, you gripped him lightly, massaging his erection as gently as you could.

Suddenly, he began thrusting harder into your hand, causing you to squirm beneath him. A strangled noise escaped his lips as he began thrusting harder into you, moaning loudly as he held you closer, wrapping your legs around his waist, you could feel your body tightening around him once again.

His thrusts gradually increased, becoming more rapid as he began to grow more aroused and impatient.

Suddenly he grabbed your arm, stopping what you were doing, "I won't last if you keep doing that," he said.

You nodded.

You watch as he reaches into his boxers and pulls out his cock, his cock is completely hard and throbbing in his fingers. You feel heat rising between your legs as you stare up at him hungrily, wondering if he was about to enter you.

"Are you ready?" he asks you, still gazing down at you.

You nodded once again, hoping he didn’t find your answer unsatisfactory.

He lowered himself. Taking in a shaky breath, he positioned himself, leaning over you, his chest brushing up against your breasts. You inhaled sharply as he entered you.

He moved slowly, it stung as he moved deeper into you.

"Oh," you cried out softly.He stopped, looking at you with worry. You offer him a smile, "I'm fine, keep going," you urged him on, clasping your arms around his shoulders, bringing him closer to you.

Coriolanus moved slowly, he filled you out completely and stayed inside of you for a few seconds, letting you adjust to his size. When you felt ready, you have him a nod.

He resumed thrusting. Your eyes closed and you took everything he gave you, feeling his hardness pounding into you steadily. He paused again, catching your eye, his eyes looked deep and filled with lust.

"Fuck…" he breathed heavily. It's the first time you've ever seen him lose control. His voice sounded strained, it made you want to hear him say those words.

"I know," you replied in a low husky tone.

He grunted in satisfaction.

He began stroking himself against your body, continuing to thrust his hips forward while making small gasping sounds as your nails dug into his back. You felt him beginning to grow more intense, his thrusts getting quicker , deeper. He gritted his teeth against your neck and you

tighten your grip on him as you feel him grow even harder.

"Oh God...," you whispered. You felt your orgasm approaching and reached down to pull yourself closer to him, desperate for him.

"Faster..." you moaned.

He started fucking you harder than before. The sensation was unbearable. You could feel how hot his cock was growing. Your entire body felt like it was on fire.

You could feel his thrusts getting even harder. You moaned out loudly as your whole body was being penetrated deeply by him, your nails leaving marks on his back and your thighs clenching around his waist. You had never felt anything like it before. This was different; you didn’t think it would happen again. This was heaven; your mind was blissfully blank as you lost yourself to the sensations. Everything seemed to fade away as all that mattered were the sensations running through your body.

Suddenly, his shaft shot out cum into your pussy, causing you to gasp in shock and pleasure as you felt yourself come to. His face was contorted with pleasure as he stared down into your eyes, breathing heavily. Your cheeks flushed red, you could feel his arousal pulsing against your core, filling your entire body with ecstasy.

He leaned down and kissed you passionately. He then pulled out of you slowly. Coriolanus collapsed beside you, he wrapped his arms around you tightly, his hands gripping your waist. You felt safe, comfortable, loved.

After a few minutes, Coriolanus lifted his head off the pillow and rested his forehead on yours,

"That was amazing," he murmured.

You smiled up at him, admiring his handsome face, “It was definitely surviving the Hunger Games for,” you giggled quietly.

He chuckled as well.

He planted a kiss on your forehead as exhaustion took a hold of you and you drifted off into sleep into the arms of your mentor.

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The Prince's Prize

Aemond Targaryen x Riverlady Reader AU

Synopsis: After his victories in the Riverlands, Prince Aemond Targaryen sought for a trophy— his spoils of war. He sought for you, the daughter of the lord who hosted him whilst he wagged his war.

Warnings: Barely any plot; just smut, Mature, 18+, Oral Sex (F & M receiving), Fingering, P in V sex, Choking, Not Proofread

Word Count: 2, 720

Inspired by my Original Fic on AO3, Rivers of Fire

“The… the prince calls for you in his chambers, my lady.” Your handmaid hesitated to say as you were readying yourself for bed. It was a scandal to say the least, the prince humiliating you in a hall where a banquet commenced, all of his family’s supporters in the Riverlands in attendance and witnessing as he declared that you will be his “Beautiful, shinning prize.” As if you were some common whore. But you suppose you were one now. You could no longer keep him at bay. For weeks, you’ve felt his eye linger, his presence growing nearer and nearer. You’ve tried your earnest effort to avoid him— to keep him at arm’s length, but the prince could no longer be denied. He wanted you, and he had made it known. Subjecting you to a fate that no maiden nor respectable noblewoman should ever be subjected to. You were now Prince Aemond’s bedmate. You are now his trophy. His spoils of war.

You gave your handmaid a nod and took in a shaky breath. Wiping your clammed palms against the silk of your robe. Your graceful steps felt heavy as you walked down the halls of your home, your body leading you to the way of the prince. You took in a deep breath to calm your heart at what the night will bring. Your trembling hands managed to knock on the wooden door, waiting for a reply. “Come in,” you hear the prince’s silky voice; the voice that had been haunting you ever since he’d arrived in the Riverlands. You hesitantly opened the wooden door, your steps uncertain and your gaze on the floor as you entered his chambers.

Aemond watched as you demurely stood by the door. Eyes shielded from him, frame rigid in uncertainty. “Come here,” He ordered as he sat on an armchair, he had been battling himself throughout the night if he should ask for your presence in his chambers. But he could no longer be patient, after moons of restraint, he needed to have you. You took slow steps and stood before the prince. He motioned for you to step closer, to stand at arm’s length and you mustered all of the courage in you to do as he asked. To be obliging as your father had instructed to save you and your land from the destruction of the prince when things do not go his way. A sacrificial lamb of your house to appease a dragon.

Aemond hummed and let his fingers feel the fabric of your robe, the silk fabric hiding you from him. “Take it off,” he ordered. Watching as your eyes grow wide and your cheeks flush. Aemond clenched his jaw as you started to do as he said. He knew it was wrong to take advantage of his position of power. He knew it was damnable to take a maiden to his bed and dishonor her— the gods will condemn him, but he could not find care. The moment he saw you in walls of your home, he knew he wanted you. Your indifference and defiance did not matter— you had been resisting him, denying him, but the prince will always find a way to get what he wanted.

Your robe fell to the floor, leaving you in your shift, but the prince still nodded his head and motioned for you to take it off. The cover that your night dress provided pooled to the floor and left you completely exposed to the One-Eyed Prince.

Aemond took in a sharp breath as his eye scanned the whole of your body. His cold, callused hands place themselves on your hips. Indulging himself with the feel of your soft skin that was riddled with gooseflesh at his touch. You took a sharp breath and you feel the prince nuzzle his face on your torso, his nose caressing your skin and taking a deep breath to savor your scent. Your stomach pitted as the prince finally stood, and your eyes locked. His hold was still on your waist as he guided you toward his bed. His hands trailing upwards as the back of your knees hit the soft fabric of his mattress. He guided you to sit, and you gazed up with his as his hand ghosted upon your bosom. His eye held trepidation but as you bit your lip in anticipation, the lilac of the prince’s gaze turned dark and he finally let his cold hand cup the flesh of your tit. Feeling your softness and ampleness and resisting the urge as the simple act of touching you already brought him pleasure.

You swallowed thickly as your eyes gazed downward and saw the prominent bulge in the prince’s trousers as he continued to fondle your breasts. His finger pinching the sensitive bud, causing a jolt of pleasure to run through your body; pushing your luscious thighs together as you felt your sex grow with shameful need. You dismayed upon yourself— you should not feel pleasure by his touch. You should not enjoy his focused and wanting gaze. You must never relish at the fact of being a prince’s whore. But as a moan finally left your lips, you knew you could not abide by common sense and propriety.

Aemond smirked when he finally heard the pleasured moan escape your lips and as he saw the way your thighs pressed together. “Such a beauty you are… you have been tempting me since I’ve had arrived.” You frown at the prince’s words. “I—I had no intentions to do so my prince— believe me, it was unconsciously done,” You said and Aemond hummed and let his hand trail upwards to cup your warm cheek. “Unconscious or not… you have still tempted me.” He said. You palms growing cold as the prince sank on his knees so you two would be at eye level. “You have tempted your prince to sin and desire a maiden…” A chill ran through you as his thumb swiped across your plump lips.

No reply was made as the prince captured you into a kiss. Finally, claiming the lips he had been dreaming of for moons. The prince snaking in his tongue and smirking at himself as he had correctly guessed that kissing you would feel like heaven. His hand took yours and guided it to the bulge that was angrily straining in his trousers. “Do you feel what you do to me, little flower? You had your prince desire you… to ache for you so, and you must be the one to relieve me of this torment.” The prince rasped against your lips. You closed your eyes and let out a moaned breath as his lips nuzzled into your neck, and his hand guided you to stroke his length faster.

You gasped as the prince moved you to lie down. You raised your head to look at him with wide eyes as you were sprawled exposed in his bed, and he simply looked at you with desire and a smirk on his thin lips that were growing swollen by the minute. “So fucking pretty.” He said as he was still on his knees. His hands found your thighs and forced them to part. “My prince—“ You called as you were surprised that he’s subject himself to such actions. But your call was left on deaf ears as the prince was in a trance as your glistening cunt was presented before him.

You let a small startled sound leave your throat as you feel Prince Aemond’s lips place a light kiss before your sex. The prince enjoying the way you tensed before him— the way you tasted before him. It took moments before you finally succumbed to the pleasure that you tried hard to deny— that you felt entirely guilty to feel. You were defiantly resisting to acknowledge how skilled the prince was. Lapping and sucking your cunt, his nose nuzzling against your pearl whilst his tongue darted in and out of your entrance making you cry out in sheer pleasure.

“You were so quiet the days before… who knew I could make yo scream so loudly,” Aemond smirked as he gazed up at you whilst his fingers continued the torment on your nubbin. Admiring the way your back was arched and how your lips parted with the sound of the pleasure he gives. “Why have you resisted me for so long, little flower? Why have you denied us of such pleasure?” Aemond returned his lips to your cunt, palming himself as he tasted your essence; sweet and tart and entirely mouthwatering for him. Aemond groaned against your cunt as he felt your soft hands grab the roots of his hair, making him feel the pleasure you were lost in.

“My prince— I—“ You mumbled as you were blinded and dazed, uncertain of what was to come. The teaching of your septa only enlightens you about the pleasure the man would feel in consummation, you were not aware that women would feel pleasure as well. “You will call me by my name when you come,” The Prince ordered and his hold on your thighs are tighter, his eye drew upward and watch you mindlessly nod as your enchanting eyes rolled back.

“Aemond— Aemond!” You cried as a flick of his tongue had you peaking and writhing on his face. The prince only watched still as your cunt writhed against him, his skin scattering with gooseflesh at the way you called and cried his name.

You were still dazed from your high when you noticed the prince pulling you sit once more. His lips that tasted of you against your own. His cold, callused hand around your neck whilst the other guided your hand back to his length once more. Lost in pleasure, you boldly slipped your hand in his trousers. Letting your skin finally touch him, a stifled groan left his lips. Aemond parted your lips to remove his tunic, your eyes following every movement he made while your hand were still in his trousers, striking his pulsating and large length. “Remove my trousers, little flower,” He ordered as your eyes where on his toned torso. Aemond watched in dark desire as you slowly nodded your head and removed your hand from his length. Your soft fingers brushing with the skin of his waist and your lip between your teeth.

Your eyes widened when his length sprang free. Gods, he was beautiful. You never thought that you would find something so phallic to be so… appealing. Your hand gripped the base of it once more and your eyes locked with the prince who watched you expectantly. “Put it in your mouth,” The prince gritted. You froze at his order, uncertain how to do as he asked. Aemond took hold of your chin and his thumb pried your mouth to part. “Put it in.” He ordered, voice deeper and harsher. You licked your lips and took the tip of him into your mouth. Startled as the prince let out a groan leave his lips and his hips thrusting forward, urging you to take more of him.

You didn’t realized that hearing the prince spew out moans and groaning your name would elicit such a reaction from you. That his sounds of pleasures made your core twist painfully yet pleasurably so; that your nipples would pebble and tighten uncomfortably yet you enjoyed it. You crossed your legs as you feel your essence drip down and your cunt wanting to feel the pleasure that a dragon prince could provide.

You gasped as the prince removed his length that had been hitting the back of your throat. Aemond dipping down and placing his hand around your neck, kissing your lips, uncaring that it had been recently subjected to pleasure his cock. “I do not know if I liked you better defiant or obliging, little flower,” Aemond whispered against your lips and you crossed your legs tighter as his hold on your neck strained your breathing— oddly adding to your desires.Aemond pushed you to lie down once more, laying his wight on top of you, his length resting on your thigh and you could not decide if you felt fear or excitement.

Fear that after this moment you will no longer be a maiden— that you’d be tarnished and be the Prince’s whore. Excitement that this moment would bring you pleasure— that you would have your desires tamed.

Heavy breathing, whines, and groans mixed as the prince tore his way through you. Your legs wrapped around his waist and your nails digging on his shoulders. “Your highness, it’s too much— I can’t,” You cried as the pain did not wash away and pleasure was far from reach. “Aemond. You will call me Aemond.” The prince grunted as you clenched around his length. He watched as the tears spilled from your eyes and your breast heaved in pain. Was it so bad that he enjoyed the sight of it? That he relished at the idea that he was the one to take your maiden head. That in the eyes of men and the laws of the gods, you were now bound to him.

Aemond was slow with his actions, waiting for you to grow accustomed to him. Waiting for you to bless his ears with your pleasure moans once more. The prince dipped his head down and captured your tit into his mouth whilst his finger drew circles on your cunt. It was entirely difficult for the prince to hold back— with the way you clenched around him and the way your hand would grip his hair every time he dared to move… he could’ve come right then and there— filling you with his seed and ruining you to another degree.

But he could do no such thing— not yet at least. He needed to feel how your cunt would tighten around him as you came. He needed to hear the way you would scream his name as he filled you with his seed. He needed to feel you in pleasure more than he needed himself to feel pleasure.

“A-Aemond,” You called when finally the excruciating pain faded away and was replaced by the pleasure you felt moments ago. “Oh…” You sighed as his length was met with a spot in you that made your toes curl, and your eyes roll back. Never had you felt so full— so oddly complete. The prince tucked his head in the crook of your neck and would nip your salted skin that glistened with a thin layer of sweat. “You’re mine, little flower,” Aemond grunted as his thrust grew deeper and your moans louder. “Say that you are mine.” Aemond removed his head from the crook of your neck to look at the state of you.

Your tits bouncing with each of his thrust. Your eyes rolled back, and your hands fisted the sheets. Your lips parted and spewing his name in satisfaction. Aemond placed his hands around your neck once more, delighting in the way that your cunt clenched tighter around him. Surprised and thankful that you’d enjoyed roughness, for that was the only thing the prince had ever known. “Say it.” He spat and you cried as his thrusts were harder deeper. “I’m… I’m yours!” You cried and took hold of his hand that was around your throat, urging him to grip tighter as you were nearing your peak. “Fucking hell,” The prince said harshly as he realized you wanted him to grip you tighter when his cock could barely move by the way you clamped around him.

“So fucking perfect,” The prince praised and shifted his weight for your lips to meet. “Come for me, my flower… come for your prince,” Aemond cooed against your lips, and you were quick to obey as you finally let your tightened core loose. The prince was quick to follow you in pleasure, him grunting your name as he filled your cunt with his seed. Uncaring of the possibility that he’d create a bastard for himself. “I should have claimed my spoils of war sooner,” The prince mumbled and kissed you again. Your brain battling with your body as you could not find care that he’d call you his spoils of war— that you were reduced to his prize.

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