#sejsworld!

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i wanna be the first girl that lets sejanus cum inside and hear him just keep whimpering out thank yous while he does it :(

sejanus is addicted to your cunt.

he can’t ever get enough, always desperately begging to fuck you just once more after a round. and each time, he has to will himself to pull out. his pretty face scrunches up, his blunt nails dig into your skin, you can see and feel his hesitation, and then he pulls out and instead cums on your inner thigh or stomach.

but then there’s this once, just this one time where he’s fucking you so good and so deep and you’ve been needing him more than usual so you hook your ankles behind his back and beg for him to cum inside. not like you need to beg, all it takes is one firm request and he’s doing what you asked for with one particularly punctuated thrust.

his babbles are almost incoherent, but nonetheless dizzying:

“thank you. thank you so much, baby. feels so good. you’re so good to me. you’re the first — ah — the first one who’s ever…” his words taper off without a true end as he buries his head in the crook of your neck, breath hot against your already blazing skin with each pant he takes. with an almost tranquil nature, you’re running your hand through his short dark curls and kissing his cheek and forehead, refusing to let up on your pressure at his lower back.

not like he’s complaining.

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thinking abt sejanus and coryo sharing a girl in their peacekeeper days ohhhhngmgnnggngkgg

god this got my little brain going walk w me here ... fem!reader

the differences in the way they fuck : sejanus is gentle. he cares about your pleasure a little more than his sometimes. he drives into you with gentle thrusts, even when they’re faster than they usually are. he’s never rough or incredibly fast about it. instead, he treasures the time he has with you. he’s asking for reassurance (“are you still doing okay? yeah? okay, just keep me updated”) with a dimpled grin. he’s reassuring you with moans (“you feel so good, love”). he’s truly a gentleman. someone you go to when you want to be fucked softly and cuddle with afterwards, taking about anything under the stars and feeling as if a proclamation of three little words are on the way.

coriolanus is nearly a stark contrast : he has his nights where he bears similarities to his friend, asking for reassurance and praising how good you feel. but his comments are harsher. dirtier. he claims you from the inside out (“my dirty girl” “my little slut” “mine”). coriolanus treasures his time in a different way, instead bending you and placing you in whatever way he wants, as if you’re an experiment for him to study. he treasures his time by fucking you relentlessly, working you to as many orgasms as possible instead of making the one incredibly worth it. coriolanus isn’t fast about it, either. he drags it out instead, edging a particular favorite past time of yours. and each time you cum, he makes it worth it with a cocky grin.

coriolanus is jealous : he likes to claim you as his, even when he’s well aware of your nights (and days, sometimes, if the loopy grin on the plinth's face when he returns from patrols is anything to go by) with sejanus. anytime the other boy brings you up, coriolanus can’t help the way his nostrils flare and the hardening of his eyes. he can’t help but storm off from his supposed best friend to find you as quickly as possible, without guaranteeing dishonorable discharge. he likes to make sure that the next time sejanus is with you, corionalus has left his mark somehow. whether it be as simple as hickies along your pretty skin, or as complex as a limp in your walk and bruises along your hips. and if sejanus comes to coriolanus about it, voicing concern with descriptions like “our girl”, coriolanus just smirks and claim that you like it. because with the way you were moaning when he did it, there’s no way you feel the opposite.

despite coriolanus reluctance to share, sejanus feels the opposite : sejanus constantly mentions the inconvenience of each boy getting with you at separate times, since they live together and it’ll be much easier for all three of you to act on your urges at once. coriolanus is quick to disagree to the idea, pouting and rolling his eyes and pushing the idea off before he can even truly consider it.

but then they run into you at a bar, catching you dancing to the covey's band. sejanus joins you first, moving around with you in a way that shows that you two know each other's bodies well. you cast a look over your shoulder, beckoning coriolanus to join you, and he figures that no one here, in this bar in district 12, will care if he joins. so he does. he presses his front against your back, and ignores sejanus' look of shock over your shoulder. he rests a hand on your left hip while sejanus takes the right. he kisses at your shoulders and neck while sejanus kisses your lips.

and for once, coriolanus doesn't feel jealousy. he finds the delight in sharing when sejanus fucks you from behind while you take coriolanus' cock in his mouth. he understands the pleasure in a threesome when you moan coriolanus' name, followed by sejanus'. he feels his ego swell when sejanus sits at the edge of the creaky bed and simply watches, palming his cock slowly while you ride coriolanus. he considers doing it again when you have both of their cum painted along your chest in pretty ropes.

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Sej + just the tip 🫠🤧

But then like u don't even realize how far gone u are until he's splitting u open and he's like "yeah? you can take it can't you? just a little bit more for me?" the tip becomes ALL! OF! IT! and he's looking at himself in ur guts and pressing on ur stomach and watching his thick cock nudge ur cervix like damn✨

you’ve been considering having sex with sejanus for a while, but each time you thought you were ready you couldn’t help but back out. and of course, he’s been understanding, only proceeding with whatever you’re comfortable with without any complains.

but this time you’re ready, you want to take that extra step, and your pants are off and your panties have been pushed to the side to make you feel even more comfortable but then you catch sight of how big sejanus is and fear trickles down your body.

“sej, it’s too big. i can’t …” but he’s quick to soothe any worries.

“we can just do the tip, baby. that’s it. to get you used to it, yeah?”

and at first he does just do the tip, his head slipping in and stretching you out so well. it’s addicting, it feels fucking amazing, taking someone as big as him even if you’ve only taken a little. your hand is nestled in his grown out curls at the back of his head, the other digging into his bicep beside your ear, and sejanus has his face buried in the crook of your neck.

you’re both lost in the bliss, and you don’t know if he does it on purpose, but suddenly more than the tip is sheathed inside of you. maybe you’ve encouraged him without realizing, your hips likely to have ground against his and your knees digging into his side. no matter who initiated it, sejanus is splitting you open in a way that is more than you thought you could take.

you don’t even know if you can take anymore, surely nearing your end but there’s no way he’s nearing his. your nails dig into his bicep, you whine.

“sej, ‘s too much.”

he breathes deeply, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and pulling out a little. then, he decides against it, nestling the length he’d just removed and more back inside of your cunt.

“just a little more, honey. almost there. you can take it, right? you’re being so good for me. such a big girl, taking me like this.”

the feeling of it is so distracting, a steady glide in that produces a loving burn. by the time he starts rocking his length in and out of you in steady thrusts, you’ve gotten used to it. you take it, arching your back, unabashedly moaning out into the warm air.

sejanus encourages you throughout it, little praises of, “that’s it” and “there you go” keeping you tethered to him. you’re so far gone that you don’t notice how deep he’s in you, not until he presses a hand to your lower abdomen, alerting you of his depth.

“you feel that? hm? look,” he moves his chest back from yours to allow you to look down. and sure enough, you can see just the faintest outline of where sejanus is within you. or maybe you’re so fucked out that you’re imagining it. no matter the reality, the effect is no less profound, your hormones multiplying tenfold until you throw one of your legs up, attempting to get sejanus even deeper when you know it to be fruitless.

he still does what he can, taking your calf in his hand and pressing back to get himself deeper.

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MDNI sejanus & his big dick + his teasing

at first, sejanus is worried.

he gnaws at his bottom lip while you peel his trousers off of his hips, letting them fall to his ankles before you're back at the center of him with eager hands. you don't look up, too entranced and excited since this moment has finally come, but you can see the nervous way he's flexing his hands beside his thighs.

he clears his throat. he starts to speak. "listen, i don't want you to expect something." he's saying more, something about him not being the most gifted in the dick department. but you're not listening to him because you've pulled his briefs down enough to free his cock and it perfectly springs back up over the elastic, leaving sejanus' dick presented right in front of you.

he's impressive. girthy to the point where you already start to mourn the short lived comfort of your jaw. long enough to where you know he's going to hit the back of your throat without trying. he's uncut, and you wrap a hand around the center of him and pull back, revealing his slit where a bead of precum greets you.

it's involuntary when you voice your concerns, a small, "i don't think you're going to fit, sej," leaving your lips. and just that one admission is enough to squash any of sejanus' uneasiness.

it's not until a little while later that he becomes confident, though. truly confident, enough to comfortably tease you.

it's been a little while longer than favored since you and sejanus have been alone, and you've been subjected to getting yourself off with your fingers and nothing but memories in sejanus' absence. you're more sensitive when you do see him, mewling when sejanus just swipes two fingers through your slit.

you're overeager, too, taking matters into your own hands and attempting to sink down onto him without much prep. "i can take it," you told him, defiant and determined all at once.

there was no stopping you when you were like this, so sejanus sat back and held a steady hand on your hip, telling you to take it slow while he waited for the inevitable to happen.

and it did. your eyes scrunching shut as your jaw dropped. he could feel you tensing up, he could see the hesitance taking over your body.

he plans to help you out, he will help you out. but first he has to tease you just a bit.

"it's big, huh, honey?" you nod and sejanus tuts softly. "i told you to take it slow, didn’t i? d'you want my help?" another nod and sejanus trails his hand from your side to your gaping cunt.

"okay, baby. i'll help you."

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ENJOY THE SILENCE. sejanus plinth

description. being tasked with placating sejanus plinth by doctor gaul seems like an impossible feat. turns out all it takes to be successful was revealing your true feelings.

includes. SMUT 18+, dialogue heavy, slightly manipulative!reader, capitol!reader, oral (m receiving), snowballing, sejanus typical angst. title from enjoy the silence by depeche mode

wc: 6.4k+

By the time your fist meets the thick wood of Sejanus Plinth’s bedroom door, you’ve started to lose your way. 

Somewhere along the line of you walking from the Academy to the Plinth residence, entering the home by invitation of Ma Plinth, eating her sweets while listening to the woman speak about how worried she was about her son, and finally walking down the hall to his bedroom, you’ve almost forgotten why you’re here in the first place. 

But forgetting would be too good to be true. How could you forget about how you were summoned into an empty classroom by Doctor Gaul, staring into her unnerving eyes as she praised you for what you could be, and barely what you are now? 

At the time, you instantly wanted to protest the task of going to the Plinth residence to seek out a certain outspoken boy who didn’t realize his privilege. But one glare from over her nose put you in your place, and you begrudgingly left the Academy to come here.

It’s not that you disliked Sejanus. You felt the opposite, mostly. You were definitely not one of the other Academy students who preferred to make his life hell since you all were eight. But there wasn’t much you had in common with the boy, no mutual connections that pulled you in each other’s orbit save for a few shared classes and a handful of projects. 

It was natural for you to question Gaul on why you had to be the one to do it. And as if it was natural, too, she shrugged, examined the walls of the Academy, and told you, “You have the potential to do something great. Prove yourself to me and surely I can find a guaranteed spot for you at the University.” 

It barely made any sense to you—how getting Sejanus Plinth to stop speaking his mind could prove your potential to be a great student at the University. But you were desperate, your future so close and within reach. You didn’t want to jeopardize it before it began. 

So as soon as classes ended, you grabbed your things, called off the driver, and walked to the Plinth residence where you hoped to prevent Sejanus Plinth from becoming a problem. 

Your three knocks against the door taper off to silence, which makes the shuffling on the other side even more prominent. Sejanus doesn’t ask who it is, likely assuming the visitor to be his mother or father, and not one of his classmates who was only an acquaintance. He yells out an invitation to enter and you push the handle down, allowing the door to swing open before taking a step inside. 

You don’t get much of a look at Sejanus’ bedroom. Only enough to notice that it’s a typical Capitol room with minimal personalizations. Deep gray walls, white crown molding around the ceilings, light brown hardwood flooring. A picture of the mountains not far from the Capitol sits above a large desk across the room, and a window on each side of the wood lets in the natural light from outside. On the left wall sits a large four poster bed with a cushioned back. 

And resting atop it is Sejanus. He stares off at the wall across from him, looking at nothing as it’s bare. But when you don’t speak, his eyes look over at the door. At you. 

Your lips pull into a tight smile, you fold your hands behind your back. 

“Oh.” Sejanus sits up a little straighter. “I didn’t know you were here.” You know he means no harm by it, but his words come out a little detached. A little rude. He seems to sense it immediately as he licks his lips and invites you in. 

You aren’t sure whether you should leave the door open or shut it behind you. Ultimately, you decide to return it to the state it was in before you arrived, not letting up until you hear and feel the latch click into place.

Sejanus uncrosses his feet at the ankles as you approach him. He’s still wearing his uniform just as you are, but the blazer and the outer skirt are removed. You notice them sitting at the foot of his bed. His relaxed nature makes you feel better about peeling your blazer off. 

You fold it in half and set it beside his which is thrown on the duvet without any precision, red material hanging off of the edge with one side showing the outside and the other showing the interior. 

“What’re you doing here?” This time, his tone is of pure curiosity, lacking any possible negative connotations. It makes you feel better and you sit at the edge of his bed not far from him. The size of the furniture makes you feel further than you are. 

“Um…” You take a second. Why are you here? Because Doctor Gaul sent you? Telling him that would do nothing but align yourself with the others. It would make your visit seem hostile. Like you’re here to threaten him, and not to warn him. 

You clear your throat. “I’m here to check on you.” You hadn’t noticed the suspicion in Sejanus’ eyes until it’s gone and replaced with neutrality. 

“Oh.” 

You nod once. 

“You seemed really upset in class earlier today. When Gaul came to visit.” Sejanus tenses up at the mention of the head gamemaker. His eyes shift to the otherside of the room, his jaw tightens, and you’re really thankful that you hadn’t directly associated yourself with the woman. 

“And I just wanted to see how you were doing.” 

Sejanus doesn’t look at you again for a second. Then, he shrugs, wringing his hands together in his lap as his brown eyes find you once more. 

“I’m okay. As okay as I could be.” With the way he says it, it makes you scoot a little closer to him. Enough for a friendly distance, but Sejanus still glances down at your thighs briefly. 

“Your tribute. You knew him, right? Back in District Two?” It takes you a second, but you add: “Back home.” 

That seems to soften Sejanus a little more. He flattens his hands onto the rogue of his trousers. 

(His thighs look exceptional in the material. You don’t think anyone else quite fills the pants out like he does. Except maybe Festus Creed but his sour attitude squashes any possible attraction you could have towards him. Attraction … are you attracted to Sejanus?)

Sejanus speaking pulls you from your muddled inner dialogue. 

“Yeah. We were classmates before we moved here.” 

You’re not faking it when you tell him. “That’s awful, Sejanus.” 

Your sincerity has a better effect than something planned could have. Sejanus’ shoulders lose their tension. He knocks his head back against the cushioned material of his headboard, closing his eyes as he takes a deep breath. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t speak and neither do you. But eventually, you can’t sit in the silence for much longer. 

“You can tell me about it … if you want.” 

Sejanus peels one eye open and he stares at you for a second, maybe trying to decide if you’re serious. And you’re doing the same. Are you telling him this because you want him to feel safe with you? Even then, are your intentions pure? 

There’s no point in dwelling on it more because Sejanus scoots over in a wordless invitation, a gesture that is more of a formality than anything else since you could have easily fit beside him without movement. Either way, you slide up to Sejanus’ side and when you do, you sit a little too close to him. But you decide it would have been rude to scoot further away so you stay put. 

That’s the only reason. 

Not because sitting this close to Sejanus makes you feel giddy inside and you like how he smells (clean is the best way to put it, with the gentle aroma of baked goods wafting off of his clothes and it’s no wonder where that aspect comes from). 

Sejanus begins with telling you of his time back in District Two. He tells you about the Plinth family status, above the baseline of citizens in Two, but he was still well liked throughout his home. He tells you about moving, how alone he felt when he was younger. How alone he still feels,  and you lay it on thick when you tell him he isn’t alone. Not when he has you. 

Sejanus has reasons to dispute you. It’s not like you’ve gone out of your way to defend him against your cruel classmates. You barely do anything, occasionally slipping in a comment against one of them that was truly for your own benefit if anything. Up until now, the only thing you’ve done to show Sejanus Plinth that he isn’t completely hated in the Capitol has been treating him with the same kindness you gave to others.

But he doesn’t say anything. Anything at all. 

You start to consider that you’ve fucked everything up. You’ve failed Doctor Gaul and she would condemn you and kick you out of the mentorship program before you’ve even had a real shot at proving yourself. 

The thing that stops your spiraling thoughts is Sejanus’ hand atop of yours. You still, unsure on what to do. But then you turn your hand over, letting your palms kiss before they intertwine, and you feel the warmth of his hand. It’s comforting. 

You turn your head to look directly at Sejanus instead of out into his room, surprised to see him already looking at you. 

“Thank you.” You watch his lips as he speaks, completely missing the sincerity swimming in his eyes until you flick your gaze up to them. 

You can’t help but think about how soft his lips looked as you lick your own, completely forgetting about the previously meticulously applied lipgloss. 

“For what?” 

Sejanus begins dragging his thumb across the skin of your hand. It’s incredibly distracting. 

“For everything.” 

“I haven’t done anything.” 

He smiles, soft and teasing and gentle and you’re starting to admit that Sejanus Plinth is really cute. 

“That’s exactly what I mean.” 

You think about all of those times you could’ve done something. When you could have joined in on poking fun at the Plinth family. When you could’ve condemned their efforts to fit in, and also their efforts to keep their district practices alive, all in one breath.

Had you not joined in because you were better than that? Better than them. Or had you kept to yourself because you felt sorry for him? 

The boy, born district and forced to move to the Capitol. Now unwanted by both groups. Trying his best to blend in and stick to himself, even though his moral beliefs obviously prevented him from completely assimilating. 

Maybe you didn’t feel sorry for him. Not when he had a life like this. A lavish home full of luxury goods. A father with power that could rival the oldest standing families in the Capitol, yours included. And slightly less important, a mother who kept even the rarest of guests satisfied with her goods. 

Your standings on your feelings for Sejanus Plinth become more confusing whenever you find yourself gravitating forward towards his lips. You don’t notice you’re doing it until you can feel his breath against yours. Your lips are so close, just one hair of a movement and they would be touching, but you stop. 

“Is this …” The question hangs unfinished in the air. You have intentions to finish it. At least you think you do, but Sejanus’ free hand cups your cheek and he closes the gap. 

Kissing Sejanus Plinth is gentle, to put it simply. His lips move tentatively against yours as if he doesn’t have much experience doing this and you’re not surprised. Personal endeavors spread across the Academy faster than rabies spread throughout the Capitol during the Dark Days, and if Sejanus Plinth was hooking up with someone you would have known by the next morning. 

His perceived lack of experience makes you more confident. It makes you press your lips harder against Sejanus, taking the lead as you start to encouragingly move your lips against his. Your lipgloss rubs off, you can feel it as Sejanus’ lips gain more slip to them with each movement. It aids in the kiss becoming messier, that and your combined enthusiasm. 

You scoot even closer to him, your legs blindly bumping into each other. Yet, you’re not close enough. You quickly want more of him. You need more of him. 

He tastes like his mothers treats, the sweet tang of pie on his tongue melding with the same taste on yours. You savored the pastry from Mrs. Plinth earlier in the day, taking your time to enjoy every single bite and taste the flavors in all of their glory. With Sejanus, you take and take without consideration of savoring. He tastes so good, having your body pressed up against his like this feels so good, and you can’t get enough. 

You must gorge yourself until you’ve had your fill. But you fear that your limit may never come, that you’ll be thoroughly addicted to Sejanus Plinth and nothing will ever fill the void. 

This worries you for a second, but then Sejanus is un-intertwining his hand away from yours and instead using his palm to press into your lower back. 

Just this one touch is enough to dizzy you and once more, you forget why you’re here. Why you’re in the Plinth residence, sitting in Sejanus’ bed, still wearing your Academy uniform. 

It’s not until Sejanus pulls away for a full breath of air that you remember. Staring into deep brown pits that you could easily lose yourself in, you’re reminded of the singular brown eye belonging to Doctor Gaul. They don’t have any similarities besides the base color. Sejanus’ eyes are uniform, for starters, and full of warmth.

Still, you remember, and concern strikes through your body for a second. When you move away from Sejanus, you can see the sadness in his eyes. 

You ignore how it upsets you. 

“I shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry.” 

Sejanus still has his hands on you, and you’re not sure if you’re thankful for that or not. 

“Why not? Do you regret it?” He speaks as if he’s afraid of the answer. So you bless him with the truth. 

“No. I don’t.” You stare down at your nails, everything swirling inside of you confusing you. You have no direction of where to go from here. This part wasn’t planned. So you stick with the part that was. 

“It’s just … I don’t want you to think that’s why I came here.” The hand he has on your cheek leaves but the one at your back stays. 

“I thought you came here to check on me.” 

You look up at Sejanus and he seems a little standoffish. His eyes are a little bit harsh, maybe concealing hurt. But his hand is still at your lower back and you take that as a good sign. 

“I did! But I also came here to warn you.” His eyebrows furrow, but he doesn’t say anything so you continue. “The Capitol is dangerous, Sejanus. They’ll do anything to protect themselves.” Why’re you telling him this? Despite its true nature, your words made you seem like you don’t support your government. The one created to protect you. And why’re you speaking to him as if you’re not Capitol. You’re proud of your heritage, but something about sitting in Sejanus’ room, your body this close to his, makes you want to briefly leave it all behind. 

Maybe it’s because you want Sejanus to believe you. Yes, you need to speak like someone from the districts so the district-born boy will believe you. That’s all. 

“And I know you’re just speaking your mind, which is great. But Sejanus … if you continue and you say something particularly harmful to the government, they could hurt you.” 

There’s a beat. A moment of silence where Sejanus considers your words. His eyes search your face, they drop to his lap, and then they find you again. “I appreciate the concern,” he says your name, letting it hang out in the air for a moment before continuing. “But I’ll be fine.” 

He might be fine, but if he goes back to mentoring tomorrow and says something treasonous, you won’t be. Easily, Gaul could determine you unfit, unable to do as simple of a task such as pacifying your classmate. 

It’s a risk you can’t take. 

You sigh, shuffling closer to Sejanus and cupping his face in both of your hands. You sit on your heels at this point, knees digging into the mattress right beside Sejanus’ thigh, creating a hole in the soft bedding. 

Sejanus’ head is tilted up, allowing the light to meet his cheeks and eyes. He looks innocent like this, just a young boy who doesn’t realize what he’s saying. You hope if he were to continue challenging the ideals of the Capitol, then others would see him as you do now. Maybe without the lust starting to cloud your mind. 

“Just please, Sejanus, please make an effort.” Then, exaggerating the situation a little more, you bat your eyelashes and pout a little as you beg, “for me?” 

That does it. Sejanus’ eyes glaze over a little, as if tears are gathering in them. But he blinks and they clear up. 

He nods, turning his head to the side so he can press a kiss into the palm of your hand. His hands wrap around your wrists, he slides them up your arms and around your back where he encloses your waist with his arms. 

“Okay.” 

And this time, you’re aware of yourself surging forward to press your lips against Sejanus’. 

At first, you tell yourself you’re doing it to complete your empty confession. Nothing but tying a pretty and large bow on top of your hard work. But then, when Sejanus pulls you closer into a hug, and you trail your hands to the back of his head as he starts kissing you with an open mouth, you realize that you’re kissing Sejanus because you want to. 

Because he’s attractive and sweet and unlike anyone else around you. He’s a breath of fresh air, despite his troubles that sometimes constrict your airflow with the stress his actions cause you and others. 

It all seems worth it when Sejanus pulls up the back of your button up shirt and presses his hand flat against your back. His palm is warm, and just the single touch of skin on skin ignites something deep in you. 

You spread your legs more from where you’re straddling him until you’re sitting on his lap instead of holding yourself up on your knees. There’s many layers between you both, your pleated overskirt a notable one that causes trouble, but you can still feel Sejanus through it all. His thighs thick and comfortable, a slight tent in his trousers that’s surely just his dick existing in a flaccid state. You grind against him once, one firm and fluid push and pull motion of your hips, and Sejanus cants his hips up into yours. You’re sure it won’t take much to get him hard. 

To put your theory to test, you grind down onto Sejanus again, and he’s quickly groaning, pulling away from your lips to knock his forehead against yours as his hand digs into your hip. You don’t bother hiding your smile, Sejanus’ eyes are closed anyway. 

You use the time to run your hands along the sides of his head, fingers tickling along the short hairs at the sides. Sejanus is silent, taking steady breaths, and it’s then that the weight of the situation dawns on you. 

Surely Doctor Gaul didn’t have this in mind when she sent you to the Plinth house. Yet, her words ring throughout your otherwise empty head. 

“Your classmate, Mr. Plinth. He’s going to be a problem. Stop him while he’s ahead.” 

And when you dared to question her on why you had to be the one to do it, and not another student like Coriolanus Snow for example, she glared at you. Her back seemingly got straighter, the chip on her shoulder grew to double its original size. 

“Don’t you want a spot at the University? Prove yourself to me here, and surely your application can be boosted to the right people, a few good words whispered in their ears. That is if you succeed. Placate him. Put a pink pacifier in his mouth and a bonnet on his head for all I care just shut him up.” 

Her words were stern, absolutely no room for argument, which is why you packed your things up and accepted your fate. But here, like this, is this how you’re going to placate Sejanus Plinth?

Is this a means to get him to trust you? To keep his mouth shut on matters of the Capitol? Or do you really want this?

Sejanus’ hands slide down your sides and settle right above your ass. You can’t help but wish they would go just a little further down. 

His touch is sturdy and strong. You feel comfortable in his hands. 

“We don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to,” you tell him, your words soft spoken and almost vulnerable. You curse yourself for them, but Sejanus doesn’t seem to latch onto the tone. He doesn’t use your moment of vulnerability  to his advantage, like predator to prey. 

Instead, he opens his eyes and looks up at you. 

“I would like to continue. If you feel the same.”

You use your hands at the side of his head to push his visage back, latching your lips onto his gratefully.  

From there, things move fairly fast. 

You make quick work of your button up, pushing the buttons out of the slits so you can peel the shirt off all together. It’s thrown behind you, likely to end at the foot of the bed along with your outwear. 

You don’t want to stop kissing Sejanus, but you let him pull away when you realize he wants to look at you. You're wearing a shirt, just a thin fitted camisole, but Sejanus still drinks in the sight anyway. 

His eyes, a little lidded yet no less interested in your presence, graze over your décolletage. When you realize he’s content with just staring, you latch your hands onto the hem of the camisole and peel it over your head, exposing your plain black bra, the final layer of your top half. 

Sejanus takes a deep breath, you both hear it and see it, and only when he has returned to his normal breathing pattern does he speak. 

“May I?” 

You nod, sitting up a little straighter as Sejanus’ hands trail up from your ass to the back of your bra. You expect him to struggle for a second, maybe fumble around and pull the back in the wrong direction once or twice. 

But in one motion Sejanus has your bra unclasped and he’s pulling it off of your shoulders. 

He palaces the garment gently beside you both, far enough away to not disturb you in the meantime. 

You briefly step off of Sejanus to pull your trousers off, and Sejanus does the same once his shirt is off. Yet he removes his pants with slight difficulty. He’s too eager, he forgets to undo the button at first, and then the pants get caught at his feet. But eventually, there is a matching set of Academy rogue uniforms at the foot of Sejanus’ bed, and you’re sitting atop of him once more, playing with his hair while he blatantly stares at your tits. 

“You can look and touch, Sejanus,” you tell him, voice light and a little giggly. Sejanus laughs a little at himself, raising a hand and resting it on your breast. He’s stiff at first, and you’re about to open your mouth and tell him what to do, but then he’s rubbing his thumb over your nipple before rolling it in between his fingers and you’re stunned. You sigh gratefully, hands resting on his shoulders as your eyes flutter shut. 

You let him continue fondling your breast, already desperately desiring more, and that feeling only multiplies whenever Sejanus latches his lips onto your pert nipple. He could do anything to you right now and you would melt. You would have never guessed that Sejanus Plinth of all people could have this effect on you. 

He has you frantically grinding your cunt against his boxers. He has you whining at basically no stimulation, both satisfied with what you’re being given and also calling for more. He has you eagerly pushing your panties to the side to allow your cunt to catch the cotton fabric without anything in the way. 

Sejanus unlatches from your nipple at this, staring down at you with weathered breaths. You think you can hear him swear, but you can’t really hear anything through the thick haze already settling in your mind. The one that drives you to get what you want, no matter what’s required of you to get it. 

When he licks around your nipple one more time, you see it, Sejanus’ eyes big and full of wonder, no hatred or sadness in them. Maybe he is being placated. 

You want Sejanus. It’s something you admit to yourself briefly, not letting the thought sit in your brain long enough for you to feel any emotion attached to it. At least, not any real emotions as the only thing you can feel is a desire to bond with Sejanus in a way you’ll never be able to take back. 

As you’re guiding his hand down to your center, you consider it, how things would be after this occurrence with Sejanus. Did it mean more to him than it did to you? Did it mean anything to you?

Sejanus’ pointer and ring finger glide along your panties and any other thoughts you have rushing through your brain leaves, replacing with a chant of more, more, more. 

You stare down at him with what you’re sure is hunger in your eyes. Your forehead knocks against Sejanus’ as he circles your clit, and you can’t help but wonder how he’d found it so easily, only fumbling once before he made contact. 

Maybe Sejanus is more experienced than you thought. 

He’s preparing you, circling your clit long enough for your cunt to start leaking, creating a steadily growing patch in your panties. But, you’re impatient. 

Your fingers roll down the waistband of Sejanus’ boxers enough to free his cock, unable to hold back the embarrassingly comical face you make. You can feel it in the way your features contort, and you can see it with the way Sejanus looks up at you, amusement in his brown eyes and a big grin taking over his usually stoic face. 

All he says is “yeah”, his free hand cupping your cheek while his other hand starts to pump two fingers in and out of you. He’s a little cocky about it, at least that’s how you read it. You’re missing the slight insecurity that lays across his face. 

You would tell Sejanus that you’re unsure about taking all of him, but your refusal to admit defeat prevents you from uttering the confession. Instead, you shuffle down his body without breaking eye contact, momentarily mourning the loss of his thick fingers inside of you before you focus on your new task. 

“Can I suck you off?” 

He stares at you, hesitating, blinking a few times, and you figure it’s just taking a second for him to process. You spend the time gliding your nails down his abdomen, scraping the perfected ends in the hair under his navel that leads to his cock. You go further down, raking the red manicure through the (thankfully) trimmed hair at the base of his cock. 

It’s when your hand hesitates right above Sejanus’ cock that he responds. 

His answer is quick, curt, and simple, even though he stutters through it the first time. 

You smile and settle yourself between his thighs completely, circling your hand around the end of him. You try not to let his girth intimidate you, instead you spend a few moments shamelessly ogling at his—admittedly pretty—cock before getting in the position you’ve become fairly accustomed to in your final semester at the Academy. 

He’s big, bigger than anyone else you’ve been with thus far, and uncut. Impressive in a nice combination of length and girth, although he’s slightly wider than he is long. You don’t know if the width making up for the length will have any difference when he will  inevitably stretch out your mouth. 

You relax your jaw and stick your tongue out a little to prepare to rest his weight along the muscle. Just the first touch of his tip against your tongue makes Sejanus gasp a little. It’s small, and if the room wasn’t as silent as it is maybe you wouldn’t have heard. 

But you did. 

You let your eyes flicker up towards him as you lick around his tip, laying your tongue flat and gliding it over his slit. 

Sejanus’ hands grip the sheets beside his hips, which flex a little as if he’s about to fully sheath all of him inside of you at once. You don’t bother hiding the smirk that spreads across your lips when he notices he doesn’t. 

“So obedient,” you murmur, perhaps for him to hear, too. Either way, Sejanus hums and nods. 

His eyes flutter shut, dark lashes somehow prominent even against his tan skin and in the steadily lowering light in the bedroom. With his chest rising and falling, and his curls falling over his forehead, he looks pretty. 

Sejanus Plinth has always been pretty. You find no shame in admitting it. 

You briefly tear your eyes away from one pretty sight to another. There’s a trail of almost clear fluid running form from Sejanus’ tip, glistening along the side of him. You follow it with your eyes for one second, and then let your tongue follow the same path. 

You don’t focus much on the flavor, it’s not your main focus at all currently. Instead, you focus on the pleasure that takes over Sejanus’ being. 

This time, he lets his hands find your head, a large palm cupping the side with the tips of his fingers digging into your hair. You expect him to push you further down like men in the past have, but he doesn’t. His hand doesn’t do anything at all. 

It’s an unfamiliar feeling, being treated this fragile. You don’t know if you like it or not but you also decide not to focus on it at all. 

There’s nothing to focus on other than Sejanus. 

Having cleaned him up a little, you wrap your lips around his tip with intentions to make more of a mess. You sink down on him slowly, trying to pace yourself, but it’s hard whenever Sejanus is making such pretty noises above you. 

Small whines that get trapped in his throat, transforming into something that sounds more similar to a groan. When you look at him, you see his eyes heavy lidded, almost closed, as he stares down at you. His heavy eyebrows create a shadow that makes his gaze look intimidating. Briefly, you see Sejanus for what he could be perhaps with time, a man who’s tough and takes what he wants. It’s wishful thinking that Sejanus Plinth could become like this, but you can easily see yourself with a man like that, completely comfortable with the familiar go-getter attitude of the Capitol. 

Really, Sejanus Plinth is the opposite, a man who works towards what he wants out of desire to do good. 

His hand strokes your cheek and he nods. 

“You’re so good at this. Please, keep going.” 

You didn’t even know you needed it, but the encouragement from Sejanus makes you breathe through your nose a little more pointedly as you take the final bit of him that you can fit. 

It’s not all—you don’t know if you could fit all of Sejanus without training—but for your first time it’s enough. 

You let your mouth hang open to allow any remnants of saliva to drizzle down the rest of Sejanus, gathering it in your fist and using the lubrication to comfortably stroke the rest of Sejanus’ length. 

It takes you a little while to get in a rhythm. You forcibly control your gag reflex and breathe through your nose but even then, with each movement down and up, you feel like you’re choking on Sejanus’ cock. 

You pull off of him after only a few moments, taking the time to swallow and breathe without controlling it. He lets you take your time, not a single complaint leaving his lips as he patiently waits for your lips to find him once more. 

You continue to suck Sejanus off, now needing some attention yourself. You fix the way you’re sitting to spread your legs enough to position the heel of your foot against your cunt. It’s slightly uncomfortable, your foot a little too hard for your delicate center, but it thoroughly gets the job done as your eyes flutter shut when you feel the friction. 

You hollow your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the tip of Sejanus before sinking back down on him. He groans, low and deep in his chest. His head falls back and thuds against the padded headboard. His legs lift at the knee for a second, before they meet the mattress once more. And finally, the hand on your head gains pressure. He pushes you down a little, not nearly enough weight for you to have to fight against, more like a calm encouragement. 

One you take confidently, sinking yourself all the way down and removing your hand from the base of Sejanus’ cock. You can’t stay like this for long, your throat is already threatening to seize up, but you slink your hand down to Sejanus’ balls, fondle and massage them in your hand for long enough, and then he’s digging his hand into your scalp and gripping for dear life. 

He grunts through gritted teeth, his hands get tighter in your hair, and you realize that he’s trying to pull you off of him. 

“I’m close,” he says your name urgently, “you gotta get off. ‘M gonna…” 

His hips twitch up towards you, you swear you feel his cock twitch, too, and then Sejanus spurts warm cum straight down your throat. 

You slide off of Sejanus, letting his cum trickle down along the way, freeing most of it from your mouth. Sejanus watches. He licks his lips just before you do the same to yours, and you’re quick to lean up before you swallow the rest of him. 

His hand still hasn’t left your hair, so he just slides it down to the side of your neck as your lips meet in the middle. 

The kiss is hot, to put it simply. Sejanus’ other hand is on your lower back, then your breast, then your ass, before finding a home between your thighs. He presses his tongue against yours, not caring about the remnants of his cum on your muscle. In fact, he licks around your mouth, running his tongue at the back of your teeth for good measure. 

By the time you pull away, you figure that after he’s shot a load right onto your tongue and then licked it off, Sejanus would be done. You expected him to kiss your cheeks and maybe offer a glass of water like the gentleman he is.  

But instead, Sejanus stares up at you with wide eyes, lacking any sign of exhaustion. “Can I…” he starts then stops, glancing down at where you’re still straddling his softening cock. His fingers start to run up and down your cunt. 

He starts again. “Can I make you feel good, too?” 

His questions shocks you a little. Yeah, you didn’t cum, but you didn’t expect Sejanus to focus on that. Besides, that’s not why you’re here. Or, it’s not why you’ve done what you did. You gave Sejanus head because you expected him to be in a sex haze after that, maybe believing he was linked to you in a way that would demand he abided by your pleas. 

(At least, that’s what you reason with yourself)

At this point, if you let him get you off, it would be just a bit of fun. You’re tempted to say yes, your lips forming the simple word, but just then you tell him: 

“You don’t have to.” 

Sejanus’ eyebrows furrow. “But I want to.” 

God, it’s becoming harder and harder for you to say no. 

“Not today, Sej,” you hope the nickname (that you’ve never said before nor have you ever heard anyone call him that) would make him give in. “It’s getting late and I have to get home and … your parents, they should be home soon, too, right?” 

His face deflates and once more, you briefly feel bad. Guilt weighs on your shoulders. Fear that you’d just missed out on something that will never come your way again settles behind your eyes. He removes his hand.

He nods, rubbing his lips together before nodding again. “Yes. Yeah. Okay. I understand.” 

It’s not long after that you’re standing at the Plinth front door, one hand on the knob and the other holding your bag. 

Sejanus stands in front of you with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Despite your previous rejections, his face still has a different glow to it now, taking over the previous shadow that resided on his features whenever you arrived earlier. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” 

The way he says it is full of expectancy, like you’re a thing now. It’s odd that your smile is genuine.  

“Yeah.” 

You take a step closer to him. “And think about what we talked about okay?” Before I sucked your dick, you resist adding. “I don’t want you getting hurt.” 

Sejanus smiles softly, takes a step forward, staring down at you with something like amusement in his eyes. As if he’s pleased by you caring about him. 

“Okay. I will.” As he reassures you, he leans in until your lips are pressed together a final time. You don’t want to leave the kiss, letting your hands rest on his shoulders as his rest on your lower back. 

He pulls back, his features all around a little softer. 

“Promise?” you ask. 

“Promise,” he confirms. 

For some reason, you don’t believe him.

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you and sejanus try to get coriolanus to cuddle with you guys. usually he leaves, saying that he doesn't need to stay. cuddling isn't his "thing" (in reality, he goes to the next room and proceeds to lie awake about how sejanus is holding you and he isn't all bc of his stupid ego) but one night you two don't let up. sejanus holding his arm so he can't run off while you curl into his side. giving him puppy dog eyes about how you just want to be sandwiched between them and stay warm all night.

at first, you fully expected tonight to unfold similarly to the nights in the past.

coriolanus pulled out and laid on his back beside you, sejanus left to grab a towel to clean all of you up, and in the meantime, you expected coriolanus to slip his clothes on and leave through the door just as sejanus would attempt to come back. which would leave sejanus and you to pitifully attempt to convince coriolanus to stay, but he would continue on with a small dismissal.

but tonight is different. instead, coriolanus lingers. he catches his breath as you do, your shoulders brushing with each inhale. your hand lays on the mattress, and coriolanus takes his hand away from his abdomen and places it beside yours, only a few inches between them. it feels weirdly intimate, but you convince yourself that in just a little while, probably by the time sejanus is back, coriolanus will be stood and half clothed at least.

yet, sejanus enters the room and coriolanus is still there. he catches the towel that sejanus throws to him once he'd gently cleaned up your inner thighs, and both of you watch as he cleans himself off. by this point, sejanus has curled up behind you, him now wearing a pair of boxers while you wear sejanus' shirt.

"are you staying with us tonight?" you speak lazily, sleep already attempting to meet you.

coriolanus hesitates. he sits up, throwing his feet off the edge of the bed. "i ... i shouldn't. we have to be up early in the morning and––"

sejanus is quick to interrupt. "no earlier than usual. i always make it, don't i?"

you see coriolanus take a deep breath, and you take the chance to shimmy forward and wrap an arm around his abdomen, attempting to urge him to lay back. shockingly, he lets you maneuver him, his body pliant despite the obvious muscles on him. he throws a look your way once he's laid beside you once more, and you catch his eyes fluttering shut just before you cuddle up beside him.

you're only allowed the comfort of coriolanus snow's warmth for less than a minute before he's attempting to leave again. your heart thuds painfully behind your chest, your mood turns sour, and you instead curl up against sejanus' chest. the other boy thrusts an arm out, wrapping it around coriolanus' forearm before he can completely leave the bed.

"what don’t you stay, coriolanus? we want you to stay."

coriolanus looks between you two, then his pink lips curl into a smile. "i am. i just don't want to sit here completely naked for much longer."

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p link but this is sejanus idgaf

https://x.com/bizarrredom/status/1701624291475832859?s=46&t=1_CHFfhWK6yAG6ES_M779A

oh wow i’m screaming into my pillow link

he’s such a gentleman that it was you who had to convince him you could still fuck without protection.

“i can go run to the store and get some,” he had suggested. but you were sure you couldn’t wait that long, the burning desire deep in your center needed attention immediately. and sejanus was there, a boner visible in his trousers, a need in his eyes and hands.

he wanted you as much as you wanted him. so of course you were going to suggest fucking without protection.

“we’ll just pull out.” and that combination of both of you in your explanation should’ve been warning enough for sejanus. “we”. you refusing to give him complete control over the situation, when he felt like he should have it.

but then you got on top of him and he was quick to get pussy drunk. watching your tits bounce. hearing your pretty little sounds. feeling your cunt squeeze around his cock and your nails scratch down his torso. he was lost in it, almost completely. not until warmth and an insatiable urge settled deep in his abdomen.

he was practically begging for you to get off, even though it felt so good. but sejanus was a rational person. he couldn’t cum in you. you were too young.

then his eyes opened and he caught sight of the crown molding along the ceiling of his bedroom and he remembers that this is the capitol, surely an accidental pregnancy can be prevented before it even took.

so at a certain point, he stops begging and lets you ride him to an orgasm.

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fem!reader & domesticity w sejanus ; suggestive 17+

sejanus' head lays on your lower abdomen, soft curls tickling the bare skin of your belly. he talks about nothing and everything, the patterns he traces at the top of your thighs changing depending on the topics. reminiscing of his home yield larger circles, interlocking in the center to create infinities. talking about his father brings zigzags, tight and coarse. talking about you, almost fawning over you, has him drawing symbols—stars and hearts and lightning bolts.

you're listening all the while, humming when needed and responding when prompted. your hands play in his hair, messing up the curls that are formed naturally, but they were already a little messy when you assumed this position, both of you out of breath and your skin glistening with sweat. with the change of the scenario comes the change of your hands, tugging replaced with scraping at his scalp. every so often, sejanus sighs deeply when you scratch a spot that elicits the reaction.

eventually, he grows tired of speaking. and you figure he'd grown tired in general. but he rolls onto his stomach, resting his chin on the same spot with a smile that can only be described as cute. he stares up at you, big brown eyes full of awe. you stare back, unable to hide your giddy smile.

it grows when sejanus speaks again.

"i wanna go for another."

you roll your eyes, pretending to be offended or shocked, despite the contrary emotion that's clearly spread across your lips. "of course you do."

sejanus laughs a little, deep and comforting. "yeah, of course i do. can't help it when my girl's the prettiest."

his pointer finger runs along the skin under your navel as he bats his eyelashes up at you. you can see a plea forming on his pink lips, but he doesn't even have to say it before you’re lifting your hips a little and tugging at the sides of your underwear.

sejanus eagerly sits back and pulls them down your legs himself. "thank you, baby." he means it, each syllable dripping with sincerity.

you hum, spread your legs, and melt into the first swipe of his tongue along your center, thankful that you'd gotten so lucky.

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sejanus is a gentle lover ... for the most part. 18+ & cw for choking

he’s a hand holder so he can soothingly rub circles on the back of your hand, or press his lips to each of your knuckles as you’re speaking to him.

he touches you like you’re made of fine china that his mother values. like you’re a family heirloom that he appreciates too much to firmly grasp. his hands instead gently glide over you, using nothing but his fingertips at times.

he slowly rocks his hips into yours with deep and long thrusts as he makes love to you at night. that’s always what it is, love making. the declaration often spoken into the air during the act, easily reciprocated from you as you take what he gives you.

and you like it this way. you’re happy. but sejanus needs to realize that you’re not made of china. you can take a lot more than he realizes. you want to take more than he realizes. you want to take something rougher, something grittier. something that’ll leave more than a giddy feeling in your stomach the next morning.

and it takes loads of convincing. as soon as you ask for it, sejanus disagrees. his tough “no” shocks you. it makes you ask for him to repeat himself, only for the words to be spoken just as clear as before.

he reasons that he won’t hurt you, if that’s what you’re asking for. and it takes a long time for you to make him understand that he wouldn’t be hurting you, not when it’s something you desperately want. it takes even longer for him to warm up to the idea, and it’s not implemented for a while longer.

not until sejanus is fed up, pacing around your bedroom as he rants about his frustrations with his father and the capitol and with the fact that no one other than you is willing to listen to him. and you’re there, rubbing his back, scratching the short trimmed hairs of the back of his head with your nails while you coo in his ear. he calms down just enough for you to suggest him letting his physical frustration out, smiling kindly at him to hint that you want him to let it out on you.

which brings you to getting what you wanted. and it feels even better than you could’ve imagined. sejanus just short of taking what he wants, repeatedly asking you if you’re okay even as his cock drives deep into you with harsh thrusts, ones that have you accidentally fleeing up against the bed. he keeps you as still as he can with a hand on your hip, pulling your ass flush to his pelvis which does nothing but make you feel his thrusts even more.

“you like this?” he asks you, mostly as reassurance but it comes out demeaning. a little teasing, as if you’re wrong to like being used by your boyfriend like this. you nod, eyes squeezed shut for only a few seconds because then, sejanus is asking in his usual kind voice that you open your eyes and look at him.

his hair grown out a little at the tops, dangling over his forehead and bouncing with each of his movements. his big brown eyes lidded, halved in size as they stare at your frame. his pink lips parted and a little swollen from the way he’d kissed you earlier, hungry and desperate and appreciative. you can see his ends unraveling, even despite his clear desire to weave them back together. you like him like this, he looks godlike, and in this moment there's nothing more you want than to see sejanus completely unravel.

but you're so close, and he's making you feel so good, and you reason that it's best to focus on yourself.

you reach a hand out, wrapping it around the hand sejanus has on your hip. he lets you manipulate his touch, allowing you to bring his hand up to around your neck where he wraps his digits around the skin. not squeezing, just resting there with a weight that grounds you. your eyes flutter shut, you push your hips even more into sejanus', helplessly bucking and grinding against his pelvis as you near your peak.

"god, sejanus, i love you so much."

the words tumble out without you even realizing, each syllable so used to rolling off of your tongue that it doesn't sound foreign. even in these circumstances, as sejanus is fucking you unlike he's done anytime before. when you crane your eyes open, he's smiling down at you, maybe comforted by the words he knows so well, because as he leans down to press his lips against yours, his hold on your neck tightens at the sides and he pistons deep into you.

when you mewl and whine against his lips, sejanus' smile grows.

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Snow being angry sejanus’ dick is bigger than his then being shut up by getting his back blown out lol

fem!reader for one line & anal sex woo!

he's poutier than usual. snappier than usual. more standoffish than usual. at first, you chalked it up to coriolanus being coriolanus. he could get like this sometimes, it wasn't anything to cause any concern.

but then a day became two which became four and you really just can't stand it anymore, so you're poking him in the side and forcing him to tell you what's wrong.

his claims of "nothing" go in one ear and out the other, solely because you know it's something. coriolanus snow doesn't let 'nothing' bother him. it takes a few more pokes, some empty threats, and even then his admission slips out practically on accident.

"go bother sejanus and his big dick instead." he's turning away from you as he says it, voice dripping with copious amounts of green dyed jealousy. although it shouldn't, it makes you laugh a little.

mostly because you know exactly what he's talking about, something you'd said to sejanus in the heat of the moment. taking coriolanus from the back, urging sejanus to fill up your mouth, and you know how big sejanus is, but every time you see him is like the first time.

"god, sej, you're so big," you'd told him, practically drooling at just the sight. coriolanus' thrusts had faltered at the time, but he resumed quick enough for you to not consider it. not until now.

"oh, coryo," you coo, twirling a ringlet of blond around your pointer finger. "i didn't mean it like that. swear." he doesn't say anything, clearly unconvinced. so you do what you can.

wrapping your arms around his waist, scooting closer to him on the couch and resting your chin on his shoulder. "you know i love your dick too. but sejanus' is different." you kiss the side of his neck. "you just have to feel it one day."

and it's a miracle that you both coax coriolanus into trying it, laying him back while sejanus prepped his tight hole and you held his hand, splattering soothing kisses along the skin of his chest and shoulders. "doing so good, coryo," you told him from time to time, even sliding your hand down and giving his cock a few tugs to help him relax more.

and when sejanus slips in, you watch coriolanus' face. first, stoic, obviously a little nervous. then the discomfort, a pinch between his eyebrows, a minute frown on his pretty pink lips before they part in an inaudible gasp. you keep your hand circling his tip, trying to distract one feeling with the other, while sejanus does the same by running his thumb back and forth on the skin of sejanus' hip.

then comes your favorite part, when the burning and discomfort becomes worth it. when sejanus starts rocking his hips back and forth in steady thrusts and the pleasure kicks in.

coriolanus actually says "oh", inciting a giggle from you and a chuckle from sejanus.

"yeah? 's good right, coryo?" you ask, ghosting your nails up the skin of his cock. he nods, licking his lips and letting his head fall further back, the crown of his blond tresses rubbing against the mattress.

"it's so good. don't stop. please." he's the most desperate he's ever been, voice borderline whiny and shamelessly breathy. it makes you dig the heel of your foot into your cunt, trying to get any possible friction. sejanus notices, but he doesn't help, instead focused on coriolanus' pleasure and you selflessly decide to do the same.

sejanus' brown eyes flick over coriolanus' body, taking it all in, before they sink back down to where his cock is moving through the inexperienced ring of coriolanus' asshole. he grits his teeth, eyes fluttering shut as he groans deep.

when he speaks, it's through that position.

"i won't stop, coryo." coriolanus' nickname sounds prettier than usual from sejanus' lips like this. he continues speaking before you can dwell on it.

"just tell me one thing: is it as big as she says it is?" you know he knows the answer to that, you're sure all three of you do. but he wants to make coriolanus admit it.

you look to him for the answer. it comes simple and curt from pretty pink lips.

"yes."

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We’ve discussed Cornelius but what kind of kinks do we think Sejanus has? He’s a beautiful specimen, truly a tasty treat

firstly, sejanus is soft but not vanilla.

he's not an extreme person, he can't even imagine hurting you even if you really wanted it. he only wants to treasure you and protect you and make you feel good.

that being said, he's really into praise. both ways. he likes how pretty your moans are and how you're so pliant whenever he praises you. and he likes when you praise him because he needs verbal validation that he's doing the right thing and he's making you feel good.

he's a family person. he's always dreamt of starting a family and settling down with someone who means the world to him, so breeding and pregnancy kinks aren't a shocker for him. he loves to fill you up as much as he can, hoping that eventually one day it'll take and you'll start swelling with the blessing of carrying his baby. he also starts to get really serious about where he cums at a certain point. when you're really trying for a baby, having had talks about it and everything, he hates when his cum is anywhere other than in you. he always feels like washing the sticky white substance away is just a waste.

because he's all about pleasing you, cuckolding is something he's willing to explore. not all the time, of course, but just a handful of times he's down to let you fuck someone else while he watches. especially if it's a mutual friend, someone he knows and trusts, someone he believes would treat you just as well as he does (coriolanus).

there are some other things that he'd be open to. like impact play (never your face, though), just spanking you until the flesh starts to burn or lightly tapping your cunt when you're being a bit of a brat. he's not a massive brat tamer, but he can get stern sometimes if you're purposefully pushing his buttons with an intent to get a rise out of him. he also would engage in wax play if you wanted him to. maybe on a special occasion like a birthday or anniversary, when the setting is ultra romantic and there's wax pooled in the hollow pit at the top of a burning candle and you sweetly ask for him to splatter your chest with the red.

both ways he's into overstimulation. he has a thing about not knowing limits, or just ignoring them all together. but he has good intent! he's just so obsessed with you, he likes to give and give and give until you're crying and writhing and begging him to make this orgasm the last one. and he likes when you do the same to him. it makes him feel less vile when you deliver your form of payback. it works out for him either way, because he's still getting to feel you. your cunt and your hands and your mouth (your feet once or twice). it's all you and he truly can't get enough.

special mention: he likes body worship. he loves kissing along your entire body and worshipping you and thanking you for coming into his life and making everything so much more bearable. he needs you to see him the way he sees you, so there are a few times where he'll fuck you in front of a mirror so you can see what he sees. and with his body worship comes him kissing all of you, even your feet and under your arms.

if you try to do the same to him, he gets all shy and nervous and tries to tell you you don't have to. but if you kiss him just enough, he won't notice that you're in front of the mirror and if you get on your knees, he'll do anything for you. even stare at his reflection in the mirror as you make him cum on your tongue.

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you can totally ignore this, but i can't stop thinking about sejanus stealing corio's girl. i swear, my mind don't have space for anything else

im so in love w this concept because the thing is, sejanus wouldn't have to try. he probably wouldn't be trying. he would just be there at the right time, prepared to pick up the pieces his best friend has left messily unattended, an open promise of putting them back together. the pieces of course, being you.

on his doorstep, mascara running and your head ducked. completely opposite of how sejanus has ever seen you. sejanus is already pulling you in, offering a cup of tea or maybe hot chocolate to make you feel better. and then ma plinth comes around the corner, and her maternal instincts kick in and you end up with two slices of pie and a slice of cake, and rich hot chocolate prepared by sejanus himself.

the treats already make you docile, then sejanus is looking at you with those big brown eyes full of understanding as you spill out all of the intimate details of you and coriolanus' relationship, only to get to where it is now practically in shambles. and then sejanus is pulling you into a strong and sweet smelling hug and he's so warm and so nice and comforting so it's really no surprise that you're kissing him.

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thinking abt taking sej and coryo in the same hole i gotta be put down

all three of you are absolute wrecks.

you, taking deep breaths intended to relax your muscles, yet it seems impossible to do so. your nails digging into sejanus' bronzed shoulders, your head resting along his chest. your entire body covered in a thin layer of sweat, except for your inner thighs which are covered in a thin layer of your arousal and lube. and both were desperately needed, as you need all of the help you can get to take both sejanus and coriolanus in the same hole.

sejanus beneath you is gritting his teeth. he's deep within you, his tip already probing the spot that makes the deepest part of your stomach tickle. his hands fist your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to allow coriolanus to see, but with the way he's holding on you figure it's also to keep his composure. to prevent from snapping and fucking up into you too early. if you weren't close to losing it yourself, then you would've applauded his control by littering his skin with kisses.

instead, it's taking everything within you to not bite down onto the smooth flesh of sejanus' pecs to ward off the hiss you want to let out.

you can't see coriolanus, but you know him well enough to assume how he's feeling. the feeling of his cock sliding up into you directly beside sejanus'. it's rough, taking them both like this. the stretch stings, but it's also so fucking addicting that any discomfort is worth it.

coriolanus' lets all of his sounds out, opposite of you and sejanus. his groans as the tip plunges into your walls. his hisses as he slides in more and more, the skin of his dick grazing against sejanus'. his borderline whimpers whenever he's as far in as he can get, and sejanus gives an experimental thrust.

the initial thrusts are mind blowing. you feel so much that you don't know how to handle it all. your body doesn't know how to handle it all. yet, you try your best.

the crown of your head knocks against sejanus' chin, your knees digging into his sides as you moan and whine. sejanus holds a hand against the curve of your back, keeping your ass pert for both men. coriolanus' rests a large hand on one of your ass cheeks to hold himself steady with each thrust. they start slow, but the leisure pace is already enough for all three of you, a concoction of sweet sounds that could rival the melodies of the covey.

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idk but to me sejanus seems like the kind of person to come home to his s/o and follow them around the house asking about their day waiting expectantly for a hug before he rants about his

he hasn’t even taken off his jacket before he’s wandering into the living room to find his lover.

when you aren’t there, he wanders into the bedroom, then the bathroom, then the office, before he finally ventures downstairs to the kitchen where he finds you standing over the island, kneading a ball of dough and humming a song under your breath.

you hear him enter, the click of his dress shoes a telltale sign, and it’s only when he sees you that he undresses. he takes off the capitol garb that always looks wrong no matter how tailored, kicking his shoes to the side and tossing his jacket onto the bench. in the morning, he’ll surely be wondering where his garments have gone, and you’ll have to remind him as you twirl his curls around your fingers. but that’s okay. it’s all part of your routine.

in only a dress shirt and slacks, he starts his routine. following you around the kitchen, easily reaching things in cabinets that you don’t even have to ask for, automatically knowing what part of the kitchen you’re going to next. he listens to you retell your day, humming when he should and nodding in between. he listens intensely, only offering verbal support when you ask for it.

it’s not until your dough has been tossed into a covered bowl and put in the windowsill that sejanus becomes expectant. his fingers twitch at his sides as he watches you wash your hands. he’s having to mentally stop himself from lifting his arms while you dry your palms off. and then, only then, when you turn around and smile up at him, does he pull you into an embrace, satisfied that you’d finished your task for now and he has your attention for at least this small moment.

“hello, my love,” he tells you, always. as if he hadn’t just entangled with your soul as he listened to you speak for the past twenty minutes.

he kisses your temple. he kisses your cheek. he gratefully presses his lips to yours in a chaste kiss. once. twice. and then one longer one, full of admiration and appreciation that he has you in his life, someone that reminds him of a home you’ve never even seen.

“hello, handsome,” you tell him when he’s given you enough room to speak.

he waits for your line, content to be patient for as long as he needs to because he knows it’ll come.

and when it does, a practiced but no less effective “how was your day?”, he starts to indulge you in the details.

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uhh... just thinking about tease sejanus............ ummmm thinking about sejanus makin gn u work for it... uhhhhhhh,

slightly cocky and newly confident sejanus who is the way he is because of you. you who is desperate for his cock more often than not. and most of the time he’s sweet about it. he gives you what you want without a second thought.

but just once or twice, he makes you work for it. he wants to see how far you’re willing to go.

he’ll give it to hou, slipping his clothes off and tugging his cock until he’s hard, but that’s it. he makes you do the rest, not even allowing you on his cock until you prove you can take it.

he watches you fuck your self on your fingers, stretching yourself out, making you show how wet you are.

“don’t wanna hurt you, doll,” he reasons, a hand on your hip as his eyes watch your fingers move in and out, getting wetter each time.

and then, when he’s satisfied—when you’ve stuffed three fingers into your cunt and close to adding a fourth—he lets you sit yourself on him. he doesn’t help, nothing except for a slight thrust up into you that he can’t hold back, but otherwise he makes you do it yourself.

he doesn’t hold his comments back, knowing it spurs you on.

“are you not going to put on a show for me? show me you want it,” when you’re still fingering yourself.

“you can do better than that,” when you’re doing shallow bounces on his thick cock.

“there you go. that’s a good girl,” when you’ve satisfied his expectations.

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sejanus receiving the sloppiest blowjob cause you can’t fit him into your mouth yet 😕 not that he particularly minds when you slap his cock against your cheeks and lips

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oh this is such an old ask but the effect is still there

he just tells you to take what you can with a hand stroking your cheek, his eyes kind as he attempts to soothe your worries with a small smile. and you do take what you can, stretching your mouth and relaxing your jaw to your best abilities. it's clean at first, or as clean as giving head can be. but then sejanus groans as his tip nudges the back of your throat, and your gag reflex causes you to tighten around him, and you're spurred on. you're encouraged to try your best to please him. even to the your own personal detriment, because there is no way you're comfortable with basically choking on his cock.

but it is such a pretty sight for him. the way you let your saliva slide out of your open mouth as you try your best to take in air every so often. the way you slap his cock against your cheeks every so often, keeping constant stimulation on him even when you need a break. you're so sweet with it, so desperate and eager to make him feel good.