Sleeping On Katsuki While He Works!

sleeping on katsuki while he works!

katsuki liked to jump the gun on a lot of assignments, he’s not a slacker. so when aizawa announced a final assignment before graduation, you bet your ass he was going to finish it the day it was announced.

he locked himself in his room after school, even though you were whining that you wanted to spend time with him.

the next time you saw him was dinner, he came downstairs to eat with you before heading back up to his room.

“bye, sweets. ‘m gonna go back to work.” he kissed your cheek.

“wait!” you ran up to him and held his hand.

“can i sit in your bed until you’re done? wanna sleep in your room.”

he thought about it.

“alright. if you make a bunch of noise you’re getting fuckin kicked out.”

“deal!”

the two of you walked to his dorm, hand and hand. as you entered his room you ran and jumped on his bed, getting comfy in the sheets with your phone.

“if you’re going to watch something with sound, use my headphones, kay?” he went to sit in his desk chair.

“okay.” you said, grabbing his headphones from his nightstand.

he worked for a couple more hours, driven by his motivation to be the best.

you we’re getting sleepy though and wanted him to hold you. you didn’t think he’d work for this long.

katsuki assumed you were already asleep, surprised at the lack of noise coming from his bed.

you took his headphones off and stood from the bed, walking to him.

you ran your fingers through his hair and he looked at you. your eyes were drooping and your movements were sluggish.

“hey, baby. why are you still awake?” he questioned.

“i wanna sleep with you katsuki. how much longer are you going to work for?” you say, rubbing your eyes.

“i still have a couple more hours of work in me.”

you whine and he runs his fingers against your cheek.

“can i sit with you? miss you.” you lean into his touch.

“yeah, come on.” he turns his chair towards you, hands grabbing under your shoulders and lifting you into his lap, guiding your legs through the arm rests.

now you sit chest to chest with him, cuddling into his form.

‘well this is distracting..’ katsuki thinks, but he can’t help not caring. he wanted to be with you too.

he forces himself to continue working, determined to finish this assignment by tonight.

as he works he occasionally presses sweet kisses to your temple, caresses your cheek and slips his big hand under your shirt to trace your spine.

there’s a portion of the assignment that requires him to watch a video, so he opens the video and is met with a full blast intro from some stupid sidekick.

he jumps and pauses the video, his eyes wide and glued to you.

you whine, trying to hide your face in the comfort of your boyfriends neck.

“i know, sweet girl, ‘m sorry.” he kisses your cheeks.

“just go back to sleep, yeah?”

you blink the sleep out of your eyes, it’s late.

“kats, why are you working so late? can we go to bed now?” you ask sweetly.

he threads his fingers through your hair.

“i’m on the last part, just 20 minutes.” he reasons.

you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him, lips moving in tandem and he groans softly.

“don’t overwork yourself, it’ll still be here tomorrow.” you drag your hands down his arms soothingly.

“come to bed.” you say into his jaw before pressing a kiss to it.

“fine, let’s go to bed.” he gives in and you smile into his skin, kissing it again.

he surprises you by standing with you still wrapped in his arms.

he propels the two of you onto his bed with a jump. you squeal, hiding your face in his neck.

“katsuki!” he laughs.

the two of you land with him under you to cushion your fall.

once your heart rate returns to normal after the scare he gave you, you wrap your arms around him and press your cheek to his chest.

the moment gets cut short and your heart rate spikes once again when you hear a knock at the door. eyes wide and looking at each other, the silent question stains the air…

‘is that aizawa?!’

you’d be expelled on the spot if the two of you were caught in katsukis room alone. the two of you decide to just stay silent in hopes of him giving up and walking away.

“yo bakugou!!” you hear a whisper-shout followed by more knocks.

katsuki groans and you laugh, getting up and walking to the door.

“hi kiri.” you say as you open it.

“hey yn! can i sleep on the beanbag tonight? i just watched the scariest movie ever made.”

“no!” katsuki shouts from his place in bed.

“yes, you can.” you say, sending a half assed glare to katsuki.

kirishima grins.

“thanks yn! you’re the greatest.” he says while running and jumping onto the massive beanbag in the corner of katsukis room.

you sigh sleepily and walk to katsuki, climbing into bed with him. he turns towards the wall and you accept it, he’s probably worried about showing pda. you end up turning away from him too, moving your foot back to rub against his calf affectionately.

“guys, you know ive seen you act lovey dovey before right? i’ll turn away so you guys can cuddle.” kirishima smiles.

“don’t worry about it kiri-“ you start.

“fine. do it then.” katsuki says, rolling over. he didn’t stop working for nothing! he wants to hold you!

kirishima grins at you before turning away.

you turn to look at your boyfriend. he presses his face into your neck and inhales. shifting to wrap his arm around your waist and put his other arm under your head as a pillow. he pulls you close to his chest. you look up at him and lift your hand from underneath the duvet to stroke at his cheek.

“i love you.” you whisper, quiet as a mouse as to not disturb kirishima.

katsuki grunts in response. you know he means ‘i love you too’ though, he’s just not ready to say it in front of kirishima.

“i love you guys too!” you hear from the beanbag in the corner and you laugh while katsuki grumbles about his friend, still hidden in your neck. he’s breathing deeply, trying to get every drop of the perfume you wear that wore of during the day. he can smell your lotion and the shampoo you use. he thinks he’s never smelt anything as good as you.

he kisses your neck before drifting off into a deep sleep, still tired from the hours of schoolwork he did.

✵ CUPIDS CURSE ✵

mma!toji wanted to surprise reader with a special night on valentine’s day , but she turns the tables on him

✵ mma!toji fushiguro x reader

✵ tags — age gap, riding, slightly sub!toji, spitting, praising, squirting, pet names, established relationship, bondage, blindfold, oral(f+m!receiving), overstimulation, dacryphilia, dumbification

✵ notes — thought of this on valentines night so my apologies

“fuck baby, take em off!” toji was struggling, the veins on his arms bulging as he cursed, feeling like his cock was going to burst, he’d already come a bit too much, his legs shuddering at the overstimulation and you were a babbling mess above him. his wrists bound to either side of the headboard, not on his accord.

“i can’t…ah…—“ your face was pressed to his chest as you drooled on his sweaty pec. his chest rising and falling as he felt you unconsciously squeeze around him. causing his jaw to clench, you were fucked out completely, and he was paying the price for it.

“selfish fuckin brat—“

toji was running errands for most of the day. he never took these thing’s seriously. but he found it cute how this was your first serious relationship, and he didn’t mind spoiling you. in fact, he wanted to spoil you so much. so it was perfect that you had classes and work for most of the morning.

he specifically told you he’ll pick you up from work, instead of stopping at the house. which was now so beautifully prepared. he ended up making a path of rose petals from the front door to the bedroom. and laying a bunch of roses petals on the bed, along with a bouquet of flowers and a gift box on the bed. candles were all over the room, and he had a bunch of chocolate covered strawberries in the fridge.

tomorrow was a big fight, usually he didn’t train on the day before the fight, he found it to be bad luck. instead he needed a good hard fuck, and of course he had the perfect girl to release his pent up adrenaline.

he wanted to love you all night. you weren’t very good with words and neither was he, but he absolutely adores you. he wanted you to have the best valetine’s—yet…

after finishing up some errands he made his way back to the house to quickly change and pick you up from your job. he just needed to take a quick shower and—

his brows furrowed, are those your shoes…is there music playing right now? toji looked up, the flower petals were still on the ground, the candles around the house were…lit.

“sweetheart?” toji’s voice echoed in the vast living area. “y/n/n, baby?” toji tossed his jacket on the couch as he made his way to the bedroom.

“sit on the bed,” your voice startled the man.

“fuck baby, why’re you here?” toji groaned, you lit the fucking candles and saw everything already. his eyes darting to the unopened box that sat on the nightstand.

“sit!” you barked from the bathroom. toji sighed as he sat on the bed.

“sitting—“

“take your clothes off,” your voice was clearly trying to be dominant. toji sighed, an amused smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off and kicked his pants aside. well I guess the reservation was a waste.

“gonna strip for me too—“

“put the blindfold on—“

“no,” toji cut you off before you could finish, you rolled your eyes from behind the bathroom door. toji had an obsession, you could say, with needing to see you as he fucked ya. he needed to see the way your lips hung open, the way your lids fluttered, the tears that painted your lashes, and the fucked out look in your eyes. it was his drug.

“just for a little bit—i promise!” you beg behind the door, picking at your lip as you waited for his response. your heart hammering in your ears.

“lemme see ya, babygirl, cmon I know yer drippin,” toji’s words always had an affect on you. if you weren’t turned on before, you definitely were now. “lemme kiss that sweet little hole of yers, wanna taste ya so badly,” his words sent blood rushing to your face.

“blindfold—“

“no,” toji rubbed his face as he felt the warmth of his body begin to pump through his veins, the anticipation of the fight, and wanting to see you had his blood rushing south. “already hard for ya, cmon baby just lemme see you, the surprise is already ruined,” toji grumbles. “dontcha wanna come sit on my lap like a good girl?”

“not coming out…blindfold,” you interject, toji groaned loudly, this was not good for his short temper, which is only shorter before a fight. “against the headboard and with the blind fold.”

“fuck! fine,” toji cursed grabbing the black blindfold and putting it on. he sat against the headboard, with a very obvious tent in his black boxers, subtly rubbing himself, not knowing what the hell you’re about to do.

you smiled once you took a peak from the bathroom to see the man sitting obediently against the large bed, and the ceiling to floor windows that overlooked the city night skyline. he was definitely going to have your head in couple minutes, so for now.

“sweetheart?” toji heard the footsteps and the dip in the bed. you stood on the mattress, legs on either side of his, he seemed to feel the shadow looming over him as his head tilted up, hands coming up to your legs. his instinct was very sharp as he leaned forward, kissing the flesh of your thighs, gripping the back of your legs. that’s when he began to feel the lace material that decorated your legs.

“don’t tell me…” toji groaned biting your thigh as your hand raked through his jet black hair, grabbing a handful as he pulled you down on his face, rubbing his face into your pussy. the crotchless lingerie set you bought specifically for today, had toji moaning into your dripping pussy. “so fucking wet from just my words, little brat,” his tongue went flat as two fingers opened you up to suck your clit into his lips. his cock twitched as the slick slid down his chin as he ate your puckering little hole.

his hands felt up your waist as you got lost, almost forgetting your plan. finally taking control, your hands held his, letting him grab at your flesh, feeling the lingerie with his hands, as he moaned at your taste, precum leaking in his boxers.

“taste like heaven,” toji moans as he feels you hold his wrists. the man was so pussy drunk he didn’t realize it until it was too late. “eh—baby?” toji’s lips stopped moving, for a moment, feeling the restraints that bounded his wrists to either side of the headboard. you smiled as you pulled the blindfold off.

“ah fuck puppy,” toji audibly moaned at the sight before him. his imagination running wild, but it did not compare to the real thing. the red lingerie. it was bolder than anything you’ve ever worn. the crotch less panties, the stockings around your thighs, the cuff around your neck, the thin lace so he can see your nipples.

“fuckin untie me, haveta touch ya pup,” toji moaned as you ran a hand through his hair tilting his head back, a smirk pulled on your face. your thumb pressed on his bottom lip as toji bit your finger making your legs shake.

“happy valentine’s day,” you came down to sit on his lap, lifting up a chocolate covered strawberry to your lips, toji watched in agony as the juices dripped down your chin, falling on your tits.

“don’t act like a fuckin brat now,” he tugged on the silky bonds. his eyes darkened as you licked your lips, sucking the chocolate from your thumb. you smiled as toji tried to lean forward but was stopped by the restraints.

“wanna have fun with ya. yer always in charge…it’s my turn,” you smiled, tilting your head to the side as toji glared at you, letting out a deep chuckle.

“how’s that gonna happen? cant even stretch that tight cunt without my help,” he taunted, knowing how much you needed to cum before you can take all of him. you rolled your eyes as you grabbed his face.

“well you’re still gonna help me—I’m just gonna be in charge,” you huff, staring down at him. toji felt a unexpected rush inside him.

“okay,” he found himself voicing. “wanna see my little puppy on top,” he smiled, noticing you grind down on his thigh, your juices soak his skin.

you smile, leaning over him as you brought a strawberry to his lips. his eyes were locked on you as he took a slow bite, purposefully letting the juices squirt and drip down his chin, mixing with your own juices earlier. you felt your pussy throb at the sight, finally having enough as you held his jaw, licking his lips.

the man groaned as your tongue played with his, his wrists were throbbing, though he said he’ll let you be in charge, his body unconsciously needed to touch you. you were moaning into his lips as your pussy hovered over his clothed bulge, your tongue pulling away as toji opened his lips, a smile tugging at the corners as your strawberry flavored spit trickled down into his mouth.

toji’s hips bucked out of control, you kissed him again, and again, toji groaning as he tried to grind up into you, but you pulled away, hovering over his lips.

“gonna grant me a gift already,” toji smiled, tongue poking at your velvety lips. smiling as you pressed down on his face, holding his hair for control. toji was a groaning mess as he slobbered and sucked on your clit, tongue rubbing through your folds as he panted like a dog. he really was fucking horny. the man was feral, knowing exactly what tricks to play to have you crying and grabbing the headboard as your legs shook.

“wait—ah—toji!” you couldn’t move as he sucked your clit mercilessly, until you were cumming. toji didn’t let up, sucking the overstimulated bud, as you let out a high pitch yell, falling back on the mattress between his legs, panting, the man’s face was covered in your juices as you huffed. “I’m in charge—can’t do whatever ya want,” you grumble.

“sorry baby, ya just tasted so fucking good,” toji moaned, licking his lips, cock pulsing in his boxers as he opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue.

you immediately start crawling back to him, a blush on your cheeks as your eyes dilate. ah it was too easy, he thought, groaning as you leaned up, lips meeting his in a feverish kiss. your hands were grabbing at his face, tilting his jaw as your tongue played with his. toji couldn’t help grinding up against your pussy. the sloppy kiss had the man desperate for more.

“so perfect, puppy,” he moaned as you continued kissing him, his grinding was getting erratic as your fingers tangled in his hair. “love you so much, baby,” toji was so pent up, he couldn’t explain how turned on he was from being tied up, your outfit, your control—

“fuck!” toji’s hips jumped as he felt your hand finally free him from his boxers. you smiled, kissing his lips as your began trailing down his body. toji’s grip tightened around the restraints around his wrists as you marked up his chest.

“so pretty,” you mumbled as you licked his nipples, leaving hickies and bite marks in place as toji’s cock was violently hard, twitching on his upper thigh.

“cmon baby, movin too slow,” toji whimpered once he felt your thumb ghost his tip, feeling the pre cum that was leaking out desperate for attention.

“so pretty moaning and whining,” you giggle as toji lets out a shaky breath, trying to be patient as you kiss down his hairs, until finally your lips ghost his cock.

“fuck baby,” tojis head falls back as you wrap your lips around his tip, letting your salvia wet his cock as you lick around him, before going down. “getting so much ugh better at this—“ toji’s groans in satisfaction at the stimulation. his chest rising and falling as he looks down at you, struggling to fit all of him. your hands smooth over his thighs as you up to play with his heavy breeding balls.

you moaned as you came off to slobber on the underside of his veiny cock. toji’s jaw clenched as his cock rested on your pretty face, ya always got so cock drunk when sucking his fat dick.

“shit, messy pup,” toji’s legs jumped as he watched your satisfied smile, feeling him shake under your lips. toji groaned as you took him deeper, gagging as your throat tightened around him making his hips jump as he tugged on the restraints.

“fuck—fuck baby!” tojis abs clenched, as his balls twitched in your hand as you felt the warm cum shoot out. you swallowed as you pulled off pumping his cock relentlessly as toji cursed, completely having slid down the headboard and trying to escape your hands.

“wait! fhuck baby! shhhitt!” toji’s head was tossing back as you got more cum to shoot out onto your chest and lips. his cock was twitching as you squeezed more cum out, a delighted light shining in your eyes as the toji lost control of his dick. no longer able to control your own needs, you hoisted yourself up, pussy lips rubbing against his cock.

“ugh baby, not given me a break,” toji panted as he tugged on the restraints, groaning as he watched his cum covered cock move through your slickly folds as you slid across him, stimulating your clit as your legs shook, cumming quickly.

“toji—uh, love you so much,” you panted, nails digging into his chest as his arms bulged, needing to touch you. fuck his babygirl using him is so cute, but how much he wants you to feel more of his love.

“put me inside ya, needa feel yer tight fuckin cunt. cmon puppy, warm me up,” toji’s hips bucked with his words, you licked your lips as you hovered yourself up, you’re not usually on top, at least not when he first enters you. specifically for the reason that—

“it’s too big,” your brows were furrowed in desperation, holding his cock as you tried to push him into you. your chest rising and falling as toji’s abs clenched with each movement of his cock.

“yer always bouncin on my dick—ya can fit it, cmon be a big girl…yer in charge, right,” toji’s jaw clenched as you’d struggled sum more. you’d cum about three times already, he really needed to finger you to open you up. “untie me,” you shook you’re head, tears pricking your eyes. “don’t be a brat now, lemme take care of yer little pussy, make ya feel so good,” toji was tugging some more. your face was flushed as you held his stomach, rubbing his tip on your clit, as your head tilted forward, getting yourself to cum again with a gasp.

“inside me,” you babbled, pushing his tip inside you, toji groaned, chest rising and falling as he looked up at you.

“shit baby—there ya go, my good girl,” toji praised you, making you unconsciously clench around his tip. toji sighed in delight. “thought yer in charge—still my baby when I tell ya how good ya ‘re .” you swore under your breath.

“i…am in charge,” you sigh, sucking in breath for confidence. toji was surprised how much you’re keeping it together. usually you’d be babbling mess in this part. “feel okay sweetheart?” toji noticed every single detail. so the way your brows furrowed slightly, the little tremble in your thighs, the slight discomfort in your eyes. “make ya feel good,” you let out a shaky breath, leaning down to kiss the man. toji hummed against yours lips, allowing you the time to stretch yourself out—

“shit baby!” toji cursed as you started moving on top of him. easing more of him inside you. he needed to grab you, but you were doing so well. bouncin on his dick as the squelches mixed in with the music in the background.

“ahh, so deep,” you whimper as more of toji pushes inside with each bounce, until—“wait!” you yelp with the surprise buck of his hips. his feet planted on the bed as he fucks up into you. “toji!”

“perfect little brat—“ toji groans as you fall on his chest, crying in pleasure as he fucks his cock harder and faster than you can ever.

“toji—ahh—I’m on top—“ your lost in pleasure now as toji takes charge even as he’s tied up. his large body abusing you as you moan and cry on his chest feeling him hit the depths of you, until you felt a rush run through your body. “d-don’t—i want ya to….ah before me—“ you couldn’t form full sentences, as you cried out, feelings the rush squirt out into a clear juices.

“fuck baby—that was too fast!” toji swore as he felt you squirting around his fat cock, gushing on his thick hairs, soaking his balls and lower torso. your tears and drool rubbing on his chest as he didn’t stop. you were completely fucked out. his cum shooting inside you. he’d cum relentlessly loosing count how many times you both came.

“untie me now,” toji’s cock only seemed to get bigger as you squeezed him. you felt so full, you couldn’t move.

“so..full,” you whimper, forehead pressed to his chest as drool fell onto his pec. “deep…in me.”

“fuckin brat—can’t even fucking—shit!” you were moving on him again, your sweaty body, and flushed face was sending the man into a feral state, until his hours of tugging finally loosened—

the moment his arms were freed his body was grabbing at your waist, ripping off the lingerie, as he pressed your legs up to your stomach, drilling his fat cock so deep inside, your stomach was bulging as you cried out.

“had me fuckin tied up for hours—uh—just wanted to love ya, puppy!” toji was a cursing mess, his cock was throbbing even after how much he’d cum, he still had the need to pump more of him inside you. your squelching pussy, sucking him in, his fat tip kissing your sweetest spot.

your hands were grabbing at him, finally holding his face close to yours. you could feel every vein of his cock rubbing inside your sloppy pussy walls.

“beautiful angel,” toji moaned as your eyes saw clouds with each sharp thrust of his hips.

“mine,” you pant, lips open as toji takes your need to lock his lips with yours. “only mine…uh”

“all yours,” toji feels you squeeze him so fuckin tightly until he’s finally shooting his final load into your velvety walls.

toji is a mess, head dropped to your shoulder, your legs sliding down his sides as his chest rises and falls, body wrapped around yours. aftershocks have you squeezing around him, sending a surprising jolt through his body, his hand instinctively coming to your waist.

“d..don’t move,” he pants, “just a minute, y/n/n,” he relaxes completely on your warm body. eyes fluttering shut at the most satisfying sex with his love. after a few moment his lips trail kisses on your neck over and over. raising his head up, hand brushing your cheek. this was the most you’ve ever been fucked out.

“still with me, baby?” toji’s thumb caressed your cheek, as he tried to get your eyes to open for him. “look at me, y/n/n,” his words were like honey. so gentle and sweet.

“gonna win tomorrow?” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering open, chest rising and falling slowly. toji’s lips curled into a gentle smile as he hummed.

“all for ya baby.”

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Mafia BTS wip!

So I have no clue if anyone is even into BTS Mafia fics anymore, but here I am about to post. Its been a while since I’ve written, I had to defrost a bit but I do hope you enjoy this snippet 

The first  300ish words of Chapter one. 

{The way the boys found their way into the business and your life was by pure consequence, one they would be forever grateful they had to face.

Namjoon was 15, His Father had fallen ill, and had been ill for probably some. time, Joon wouldn't have known or remembered, he barley remembered his fathers face he saw him so little. What Namjoon does remember, is the chaos that seemed to surround everything, and the confusion that swallowed him whole.  He remembers the look on his mothers face as she would look at him, before plastering a fake smile on her face before he could notice.{ he always did.} It had somehow always felt like they were making decision without him, something lifechanging, something he was being completely left out of.

The RM family business had been going on long before Namjoon was even a thought, And when Namjoon did finally come around he was kept as far away from it as possible. His father was present, but also busy. Lots of “meetings” that his father would return from looking a mess, bloody and beaten, leaving a trail of blood to be found in the morning. Lots of trips they {his mother and father} would take leaving him to be watched by the caretakers, the sudden home schooling when he finished elementary, his sudden lack of friends. Joon thinks about this often, about how silly he was to not see it sooner. That he and his family were deep into the mafia, That he was a fucking heir to a fucking throne. 

When he thinks back to it now, the day his father died was one he would never forget. Not because he missed his father, no, he never got to see him on that day.  Because that was the day everything was passed on to him. The family duties, the money, the debts. All of them were his now. The day he came up with His own signature, and his very own nickname, they. his family, would never call him Namjoon again, he was RM now.}

Please PLEASE- let me know what you think, I love mafia AU’s and they say write what you wanna see. 

If you guys have any requests they are open!, I can write for BTS but I write for a ton of other things as well so please check my pinned for more info! 

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 — 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭; you get injured one day and your self-proclaimed “rival” has a problem with it.

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬; rhaenyra, daemon, alicent, jace, aemond, aegon

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬; “who did this to you?” trope, blood, kind of gory (?), fluff. female reader

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞; this piece was based on this request! also i just had to use that line alicent said to aegon in that one scene… it was too fitting omg. enjoy :)

𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀

you and rhaenyra have always had a rocky friendship. sometimes there was an unspoken sort of distaste, one that neither of you had a reason for; your views just did not align, and you did not agree on how certain events had been handled in the past. as these disagreements grew, so did the rift between you. but as a vital part of house targaryen, you remained there for years despite the hardships and helped her with tedious tasks. whenever you spoke with the princess, your words were clipped, short, and to the point: something you are sure rhaenyra appreciated as well. you assumed she hated you, and accepted this way of life — until the second you got hurt. 

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having horrible horny thoughts about telling best friend hanma no guy has ever made you cum so he takes it upon himself to be the first because he deserves it and wants to be your first something :,( eats you out like a starved man and his strokes are immaculate someone help 💔💔

— 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐄 !! : hanma shuji.

cw: f!reader. college au(?). you’re inexperienced, shuji is secretly in love with you. pussy eating, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstim, edging, he makes you call him daddy. if this makes no sense its bec i wrote w my clit.

⠀⠀⠀⠀ . ｡˚ ♡ “i dare you to tell me somethin’ that’ll make me laugh.”

“no guy’s ever made me cum.” you’d told hanma. a not so innocent answer to a rather innocent dare, you admit. but he’s your best friend, nothing less (and nothing more). it’s fine.

and there was an awkward, momentary silence for a few seconds. he’d fallen still, holding the cigarette he’d been about to take a drag from in mid air, amber eyes flickering with an emotion unreadable to you.

“say what, dollface?” he asks — using that petname with you again, that your exes always hated — and the disbelieving tone in his voice embarrasses you, brings a flush to your cheeks and ties a knot of humiliation in your guts.

you squirm on the back of his motorcycle, as he turns his head to look at you, leaning against the fence right by you, where he’d parked the vehicle. 

“i—” you stutter, flustered. “no guy’s ever made me cum before.” just something funny that’d slipped out your mouth, during a lazy game of truth or dare you’d played during his smoke break after class.

“that’s fucking funny, doll.” he does laugh, but it’s awkward. “you serious?”

“yes.” you’d answered. truthfully.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ and now, you’re splayed out between hanma’s legs, on his bed in his room, his long and lithe fingers bullying their way into your cunt for the third time. “h—ah! wait!”

he’s leaning against the headboard, one arm hooked around your waist, hand firmly on your thigh and holding your legs spread apart, fingers in your pussy as he chuckles lowly at your whines.

you’d question it — question what the fuck was happening, if he just wasn’t so fucking hot and making you feel so fucking good.

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open, if it's ok and within your rules, I can ask, Aemond being obsessed with his half sister (daughter of Aemma and Viserys), who defended him after the Driftmark incident, along with Alicent

Aemond Targaryen being obsessed with his half-sister would include:

A/N: I feel horned to wright you ask, my dear anon! I'm deeply sorry, I think maybe run a little out the topic, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! Also, PLEASE, READ THE WARNINGS!

SUMMARY: the journey of Aemond Targaryen, trying to have a taste of the forbidden fruit: his own half sister.

WR: f!reader, reader has long hair, violence, murderer, fire, mentions of groping, non-con groping, Aemond being Aemond. Once again, PLEASE, READ THE WARNINGS!

WORDS: +4.2k

Being the second daughter of Viserys and Aemma meant getting the utmost care and affection from your dear father, the king.

Also meaning being completely despised by your older sister’s ex best friend, Alicent, now Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Alicent done everything to make sure her kids hated the blacks as much as she did, poisoning their minds with paranoias and conspiracy thoughts; however, none of this seemed to change the mind of her second son, Aemond.

Being considerably older than him, you, Rhaenyra’s younger sister, were the prince’s object of affection, much to his mother distaste.

You’ve always thought how cute your half-little-brother clung to you at every royal event or sought your presence at the Red Keep.

Since he was just a kid, you couldn’t help but indulge on his clingy tendencies.

Without fail, Aemond always ran to your comfort when he was feeling too overwhelmed by Aegon’s bullying, burying his face on the space between your shoulder and neck.

You would calmly soothe him down, rubbing his back and lightly rocking him side to side.

However, time proved to be harsh, making you face a cruel dilemma.

It was night at Driftmark, everyone were supposed to be sleeping, yet, the shouts put everyone on their feet, looking for the commotion.

You slammed the doors open, facing little Aemond being stitched up by the maester.

You gasped, horrified, running to his side, but you were violently shoved by Alicent, who were throwing daggers with her fiercely gaze.

“You, stay away from my son!” you wobbled a few steps back. Aemond seeing this, got up from his chair, yelling at his own mother, but unfortunately got even more hurt in the processes by the pinching of the needle.

“Sweetheart, calm down, I’m here—“ “Don’t touch me!” Aemond shout out, slapping his mother’s hand away from him.

Viserys, trying to keep the situation under control, asked to Alicent to let you pass, which she complied with resistance.

Seeing her son immediately hugging your waist while rubbing his cheek on the fabric of your nightgown, made her bitter. This was supposed to be her job, giving comfort to her son on this difficult situation; not her rival’s sister.

After all the commotion and Rhaenyra being stabbed by Alicent, you were tasked to stay with Aemond on the nursery, again, by the prince’s begging and to his mother distaste. One more time, Alicent felt rejected by her own son.

Her only wish were to let Ser Cole stay with you at her son’s bed, fearing that Rhaenyra, who were sleeping at the nursery as well, attempted against the prince’s life.

Now at the ward, with a damp cloth, you cleaned the caked blood on Aemond’s hair. Brushing your fingers through his locks, you said “Some day, you will have the most beautiful silver hair of the kingdom.”

“Do you like… my hair?” the now one eyed prince asked, thanking the gods the lights weren’t strong enough to show his flaming cheeks.

You laughed, delighted by his cuteness “Of course I like, silly! Unfortunately, you’ll have to take a lot of baths to wash away the reddish stains.”

Aemond took a mental note to never cut his hair ever again.

“May I ask you something?”

With a gentle smile, you agreed “Of course!”

“Why did you defend me? Why didn’t you defended your nephews?”

You took a moment to pick the most appropriated words “Even though I’m very disappointed at your words, I would never wish any harm to come for any of you.”

Sensing the drop of your mood, the prince asked what happened. Sighing, you explained “Me and my sister will leave the Red Keep, Aemond.”

The little prince’s life turned upside down. Widening his only eye, he begged for an explanation, trying to cover his wobbly voice.

“Me and my sister talked and we decided that Red Keep is no longer safe for us.” “What do you mean?! I have Vaghar! The biggest dragon in the seven kingdoms! I can protect you!” he fisted your arms, as if you were going to vanish in front of him.

You lightly chuckled, petting his cheek “I appreciate your efforts, my brave prince, but our family is in the verge of a war. Leaving and letting things calm down is the best decision for now.”

“But…I don’t want you to leave! Take me with you, if needed, but please, don’t leave me alone!” now full crying, he caged you on his frail embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Returning his hug, you brought him to your lap, taking extra care to not touch his fresh wound “My little prince, you know I can’t bring you with me, your mother would kill me. It do hurt me to separate from you, but you must understand that there’s no other way. Besides, there’s nothing stoping me from visiting you or sending you ravens!”

Aemond stoped crying, now just enjoying your warm embrace as long as he could “But it won’t be the same…” “I know, my love, but it’s just a provisional measure. I’ll reunite with you sooner or later.” You said finally, kissing him gently on the top of his head.

The next morning, everyone prepared for your sudden departure. Rhaenyra informed you it would be better if you leaved as soon as possible, which Aemond strongly disagreed.

Out of the castle, your dragons waited for you, already equipped with everyone of your belongings. Turning to say good bye to your favorite prince, you and Aemond shared a hug; obviously with everything monitored by Alicent.

Seeing you flying away shattered his heart in a billion pieces. It felt like he couldn’t breath, as if a hole opened up on his chest. He felt lonely. Never wanting to feel this way ever again, Aemond promised that the next time he saw you, he wouldn’t let you go.

The years passed. Every single day, religiously, Aemond wrote you a letter, informing you of everything he did or planned to do in the day.

You happily read all of his letters, glad to know that the young boy was not as depressed as you thought he would be due to your departure.

So, as fast as you could, you wrote him back as eager as him, alway commenting something he told on his own letters, just so he knew you read and payed attention to every single word he draw on the paper.

But, after a few months, Aemond stopped receiving your letters. It came to a point where he would spend all day pestering the servants interrogating the whereabouts of your letters.

Completing a whole month of no news about you, Aemond snapped. He destroyed his bed chambers, breaking the furniture, slashing the curtains and ripping his book off the shelves.

Ser Cole and Harold were sent to contain the enraged prince, who kept screaming and kicking, while the Queen tried to reason with her son.

When the prince stopped slashing around and started to cry, Alicent cocooned him on her lap, “She promised” he murmured between sobs “she promised she’d never leave me…”

Years passed. Daemon and Rhaenyra, now husband and wife, travelled to King’s Landing to defend Jacaerys and Lucerys right to the iron and driftwood throne. Not passing this opportunity, you flied along with them to the Red Keep.

It’s been a long time since you received a letter from your favorite little-half-brother. You were a little hurt at the beginning, but then you started to be a little reasonable: maybe he was busy with Vaghar or his training. So, you opted to send Alicent letters asking for permission to visit her son. Unfortunately, you never got a response.

After the coldly reception of Alicent and Otto, you accompanied your two nephews to the training grounds.

Immediately, you spotted a man with wide shoulders and a beautifully long silver hair cascading his broad back. He was sparring against Ser Cole, your sister’s late knight.

Making Criston surrender, applauses erupted from the grounds. “Well done, my Prince.” congratulated the knight, still panting “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.”

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys” he dismissed Criston’s flattery “Nephews, have you come to train?”

Aemond turned to Lucerys and Jacaerys, but he was caught by surprise when his eye landed on you.

Ethereal as ever, your now longer hair was braided expertly on a beautiful bun, assenting your features. The heart of the one eyed prince beat uncontrollably inside his chest.

Sensing his eyes upon you, you greeted him “My prince, it’s been a while.”

Aemond, not knowing how to carry with the conversation, agreed “Yes, it’s been, my dear half-sister.”

Seeing the interaction between the royal family, the crowd started to dissipate. Jacaerys e Lucerys left the training grounds as well, glad that the prince’s attention was not on them anymore.

Now all alone, you approached the eye-patched prince “Can we talk?” not taking no as an answer, you locked your hands on his arm, making Aemond get stiff.

So many years has passed, but you still caused him the same effect. Silently, the prince enjoyed the innocent contact, loving the felling of your torso rubbing against his toned arm.

“Long ago, you stopped sending me letters. Why?” you asked, bluntly.

“You never answered them, so I stopped writing.”

Stopping in your tracks, looking straight into his eye “The few that I received, I answered them right away. But suddenly, you stopped writing. Why?”

Scoffing, the prince replied “As I said before, my dear half-sister, you stopped writing, so did I.”

“I never stopped trying to reach you out, Aemond. I even sent your mother a raven, but she said you did not want to see me. So I ask again, my dear prince, why did you put me on arms length?”

Immediately, something clicked inside the Targaryen’s prince head. Obviously it was the doings of his own mother; she never liked you in the first place. But Aemond thought that, at least, after the incident at Driftmark, Alicent would warm up to you, but apparently, he thought wrong.

His blood started to boil. How dare his mother try to stay in the way between you two? His nostrils flared up; he locked his jaw tightly, gritting his teeth.

Feeling your soft hand, now smaller than his, interlocking your fingers pulled him away from his enraged state “Aemond, what—“ “I’m really sorry about this misunderstanding.” he apologized, engaging a hug.

Got by surprise, you hesitantly put your hands on his back, slowly giving into his embrace.

Aemond finally felt at peace. Feeling your hands around him and how his toned arms circled your waist, almost made him forget of his rage against his mother, almost. Sniffing your scent for the last time, the prince left you, promising to talk and explain everything to you after he was done with his business.

Dropping his reassuring smile, the prince stormed into the keep, going straight to his mother’s bed chambers.

Not even greeting Ser Cole, Aemond locked the doors as soon as he passed through them, only listening to the knight’s knocking.

Hearing all the commotion, Alicent beelined to her living room, facing her second son “Aemond? What are you doing here? You can’t enter my bed chambers like that, what if—“ “Spear me from your lecture, mother.”

Feeling shocked by her son’s harsh words, she continued “And this is how you speak to your mother? Your queen?”

Aemond smirked, mockingly. Suddenly, the young man caught his mother by her throat, lightly lifting her from the floor, letting her balance herself on her tiptoes “Don’t pull the ‘your Queen’ card right now, mother. If you haven’t noticed, my patience is running thin.”

Alicent fisted her son’s wrist, trying to sooth his grip. Seeing that he not even bulged, she cried out “Aemond, plea—“ “As I said before, my patience is ending. I’ll give you one chance, and believe me when I say few got this benefit: did you barred my half-sister’s letters?”

The queen’s eyes winded, but she stayed silent, probably paralyzed by fear. Seeing her state, Aemond did not needed a verbal answer: just looking at her gave away her guiltiness.

He let her break free, making Alicent instantly tear to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, uncontrollably.

Aemond’s jaw was tightly shut. Feeling betrayed by his own mother, he started to rant “You knew how important she was to me, and still, you deprived me of seeing her and did not even let me get news from her! You left me in the dark, and you saw how it was killing me, but even so, you did nothing!”

The prince’s voice escalated along with his rage, which was increasing with time. Feeling the need to take his anger on something, he threw the coffe table against the wall, making the Queen gasp in horror.

“Aemond,” she tried to reason with her son “I did this only to protect you! I thrust her as much as you do, but you must understand that the circumstances—“ “Don’t you dare lie to me again!” he slammed his hands on another table “Admit you were jealous of her, of her proximity to me. You always despised her, there’s no need to lie!”

Rilling up as well, Alicent exploded “Of course I always hated her! She’s Rhaenyra’s sister, Aemond! She would do anything to help her kin! To stole your brother’s throne!” with tear cascading her cheeks, she continued, approaching her son “And of course I was jealous, Aemond! You’re my son! Mine! But you never ran up to me when you were sad, hurt or happy! It was always her! Even at Driftmark, when her own nephew stabbed your eye, you ran up to her! You didn’t even let me accompany you at the nursery! And—“

Sobs interrupted her speech. But now that she started to talk, she was not going to back off “Do you think she genuinely loves you, Aemond? Like I do?”

The prince looked at her with warning eye “Watch your tongue.”

Feeling bold, Alicent continued, not listening to her son’s threat, facing him fearlessly “Don’t you ever thought that, maybe, she just treated you well to do this? Put you against me? Your own mother? Don’t you ever thought that she’s as cruel, manipulative and a whore as much as her—“ “Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”

Aemond pounced on her mother, now fully strangling her. His knuckles were white with his bruising grip, eye completely fogged by hatred. His nostrils was flaring up, teeth gritting madly.

With the little oxygen that lasted on her lungs, Alicent was able to call out to Ser Criston Cole, who immediately opened the doors, running to save the Queen.

Along with the knight were Otto Hightower, who coincidentally were passing by his daughter’s corridor.

“What in the seven hells happened here?” the hand lord exasperated, demanding an answer.

“We had a heated discussion, father” Alicent explained with her voice sore due to her son’s strangulation.

Sensing he wouldn’t get no more details about the incident, Otto coughed, as if putting an end to the matter “I was going to remind you of tonight’s dinner, which begins on a few minutes. Our king decided to attend it, so I was going to ask my Queen to ask her children to be on their best behavior.” Otto gave Aemond a meaningful look.

“I don’t care what this discussion was about. What matters is that this behavior can’t happen again during the dinner. Are we clear?” Alicent silently nodded, while Aemond stayed motionless by his grandfather speech.

Later, the whole house Targaryen sat at the fancy dining room. An uncomfortable silence dominated the group, tension so thick it could be cut by a knife.

King Viserys, as usual, tried to reason with his family that was bound to break in two, yet only he denied to see the truth “With that being said,” the sick king, with the help of his loyal wife, stayed up “me and my dear second daughter discussed and agreed that, in the name of peace, she shall be betrothed to her half-brother, Aegon Targaryen.”

Aemond’s heart stopped beating. The whole time, his infuriated gaze was directed to his mother, who would avert her own with all of her might; but now, he gazed incredulously to his father. He didn’t even notice when he stood up from his chair, flying to his mother’s throat.

Caos broke loose in the room. The king was immediately withdrawn from the scene, leaving Daemon alongside the others guards to separate the infuriated prince from the Queen.

On the other side of the chamber, you saw how animalisticly your dear little half-brother acted. He was no longer that sweet boy that easily cried with his older brother’s bullying: now he was a man, and a very dangerous one.

You cried hopelessly: how things take a turn like that? You thought that agreeing to the betrothal, you could finally reunite your family, but instead, here you are, seeing who was once your favorite person in the world trying to kill his own mother.

Even though Aemond were the best swordsman on the realm, he were not able to defeat Daemon and all of the Keep’s guards. “Lead the Prince to the dungeon. Tomorrow morning we will discuss with the small council what shall be decided of the prince’s future.” as Otto commanded, the guards escorted Aemond, who was now unconscious.

You offered yourself to accompany Alicent to the nursery to check upon her bruised throat. As expected, Ser Cole went along, only a few feet away from you.

“I’m so sorry with what happened, my Queen.” you morned, while helping Alicent walk through the hallway “I know prince Aemond since he was just a little kid. I would never expect such a horrifying act from him. It seems like I don’t even know him anymore.”

Moaning in pain, Alicent commented “I think both of us never truly knew him.”

Getting to the nursery, seeing the state of their Queen, the maids promptly took and laid her on a bed reserved to the royal family.

Staying by her side, she started to softly cry “I never should have tried to stay between you two, you know?”

Trying to stop her crying, you gently brushed her messed hair out of her face “Shhh… I must confess I don’t know what you are talking about, my Queen, but you shouldn’t be blaming yourself for what happened.”

Giving you a saddened smile, Queen Alicent continued to apologize “I appreciate your kind words, my dear, but I do have a portion of guilt on Aemond’s behavior.”

Gulping, you finally asked “If I may ask you: what could you have done to make him have such a reaction, my Queen?”

Seeing your confused eyes and caring acts, she confessed “I barred all of your letters to prince Aemond, and I also lied about him not wanting to see you.” your heart clenched, but still continued to sooth her hair down.

“And why would you do that? What would you gain from it?”

Alicent nipped her lips “I was afraid and jealous. My paranoia took over me. I was convinced that you were only being nice with my son just to destroy my family. Also, I’ve always envied how close you two were. Aemond never loved me like he loves you.”

“Nonsense, my Queen. Aemond always told me how he wished to make you proud. That’s why he’s so dedicated.” you brushed her off, with a little giggle.

“Well, it can also be true, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried his best just to impress you, my dear. My son’s crush on you didn’t go unnoticed by me back in the days.” she too giggled, remembering how flustered the boy got when others brought you up. Obviously, back than she disapproved vehemently, but seeing how caring you are, Alicent couldn’t blame his son for falling for you.

“You are so gentle and caring, I don’t blame my son for falling for you.” she looked straight into your eyes “I’m sorry for making things come to this point. If I never have felt insecure and suspicious of you, things would may be different.” she sobbed once again, feeling regret consuming her soul.

“Don’t blame yourself, my Queen. You did what you thought was right to protect your son.” you embraced her, like you used to embrace Aemond. Feeling her tears stain your dress, you let Alicent pour her heart out.

Calming a little, she sat up, encasing your hands between hers “Now that I know your genuine feelings, I must apologize for misjudging you. Yet, now that I know my son’s true colors, I’m afraid I’ve put you in danger my dear. I don’t want my son to rot on a cell, but my heart wouldn’t bear to bring you anymore harm.”

Your reassuring smile faltered. If Aemond was able to hurt his own mother, you feared what he could do to you. But even so, a part of you still believed he would never touch you.

Cupping your cheeks, Alicent continued “Now, listen to me, dear. It’s clear that Aemond is completely obsessed with you, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. We must take this opportunity, and send you as far as we can!”

You looked perplexed at her “Wait, but what about my betrothal? And my family? You?! What makes you so confident that Aemond won’t go after you for answers?”

Grunting in frustration, Alicent still insisted “We and the council will figure something out. Please, let me help you scape, as a form of apologizing for all the caos I brought to you.”

With the Queen’s begging, you couldn’t help but agree with her plan. Unfortunately, your conspiracy plans was cut short due to the shouts coming outside the nursery.

“Fire!”

Smelling the scent of smoke, you looked terrified at the Queen who ordered “Fast, we must reach the outside!”

Throwing her arm o your shoulders, you and Queen Alicent stumbled through the flaming hallways, crumbling with the fire.

Finally reaching the gardens, you could breath properly, coughing out the smoke off of your lungs. Once again, your feelings of security was throw out the window when you heard a loud roar.

Immediately, Vaghar stomped on the Keep’s wreckages, spitting fire at the only way out of the garden.

“Shit.” Alicent cussed, trying to stand up doing to the impact of Vaghar’s landing “We are cornered!”

Feeling despair pumping on your veins, you tried to run anywhere, getting the Queen’s wrist.

However, sensing her stillness, you turned back, facing Alicent being impaled by Aemond’s sword.

Letting out a gasp of horror, you let go of her wrist, trying to run away, but you stumbled, falling to the floor.

Retrieving his sword and cleaning it, Aemond tuck it on his belt again, now approaching you warily. “There’s no need to be afraid. Now no one can stop us from staying together.”

“You killed her…” you stated, still in shock, while gazing at her dead body a few feets away from you.

Cooing at you, like you used to do to him when he was still a child, he tuck a strand of hair that stubbornly stayed on you face “I had to, or else, they wouldn’t let us be together. Now we are free to do as we please; we could even marry.”

“…marry?” you repeated his words, dumbfounded “but, I’m already betrothed to your brother, and I never saw you in—“ “Shhh… there’s no need to worry your pretty little head about this right now, okay? That drunkard is no longer of our concern, I already took care of him.”

Still petting your hair, you scrambled with your words “I-But… I don’t want to marry you! You were my little brother, remember? I could never see you in that way!”

Aemond let out a joyous laugh, too excited to finally have you all to himself to be angry at your denial “Don’t worry, darling; you’ll have enough time to you recognize me as a man, and in the future, as your husband.”

You didn’t react when the prince’s lips crashed hungrily at yours. In your catatonic state, you could only think about how your life came to this moment, being fervidly groped by the man you once adored. Your family was dead. Now, you were all alone with your little half-brother, who claimed you as his. Realizing your future, you could only cry silently.