everybody on campus knew how sweet art donaldson was. the tennis golden boy, raised by his grandmother to be a god-fearing, door-opening, good old fashioned gentleman. he kept to himself at parties, smiling and speaking when spoken to, but never indulging in the various substances all too readily available to him. no girls, no beers, no drugs.
he was all clean edges and polite gestures, always the nicest boy in the room, always dressed clean and proper, not a hair out of place even after a match. he was in bed by 10pm, all his assignments in on time, his routines all done by nightfall.
you were all hazy lines, smeared red lipstick and glittery shadow under your eyes, long lashes and coy smiles. short skirts and knee high socks, pink wrapped cigarettes that all the boys teased you about.
he'd seen you at parties, of course. he thought you looked like an angel at first glance, the dim lights casting a halo around your hair. but then you'd tipped your head back and slammed a shot, and his hopes of finding a good girl to settle down with dashed away quicker than the liquor down your throat.
his grandmother had warned him about girls like you; girls that let their lacy bras show through their tank tops, who smiled like they held the key to damnation. in a way, he supposed you did, because later that night art woke up in a sheen of sweat, his sheets sticky and cheeks red. his first impure dream, and it was full of thoughts of you.
he'd nearly choked at the sight of the mess he'd left, his cheeks flushing even deeper as he rushed to shower despite it being 3am, his humiliation hot and heavy in his chest. he told himself he'd do 25 hail marys in the morning, pictured himself praying even as the back of his mind filled with images of you down on your knees for another reason.
he could've cried then, from the sheer depravity of it all. he was a good man, he told himself, a good catholic man with good values and a pledge of abstinence. so why, if he was so good, was he hard again, just from the thought of your lips wrapped around the pink cigarette he'd seen you smoking earlier that night? a good man wouldn't want you down on the floor for him, your cherry red lips wrapped around something new, replacing that cigarette that art swore to himself he could get you to stop.
a good man wouldn't clutch his cross necklace as he choked back moans in the shower, his free hand slowly, hesitantly, dropping to stroke his cock. he fucked his fist with his eyes closed in shame, and a flurry of your name and "i'm sorry, god," fell from his lips as he came, the water washing away any evidence of his impurity.
ā¦..not even six hours later i got an offer of a well paying full time long-term job with free room and board in queens in nyc, allowing me independence and a way to escape an abusive situation and an unhealthy environment
likes charge reblogs cast, folks, this is the good luck post
the last time I reblogged this post right before I got a great job, in a permanent work-from-home position, with benefits, retirement, and a salary literally 3x what I was making before, doing something I really like.Ā
academy!coryo fingering the innocent nerdy girl at a party after a game of truth or dare!!
nsfw | mdni | fingering (f), semi-public, etc.
if the you from yesterday knew you were going to be pressed up against the wall in an alleyway late one night with coriolanus snowās fingers inside your pussy, the you from yesterday wouldāve laughed in disbelief. but now, here you are, press up against the wall in an alleyway with coriolanus snowās fingers buried inside of you.
it all began with a game of truth or dare. clemensia, your absolute best of friend, had dragged you to a party for once and entangled you into a group of truth or dare. and coriolanus had been dared by festus to make out with you. well, one thing led to another and quickly got much more heated than it was supposed to. and so, you both left the party early so that coriolanus and you could be alone. and now, here you were.
you moaned as coryoās digits moved in and out of your cunt at a quick pace as you gripped his shoulder for support. his other arm was wrapped around your waist, holding you up as his forehead was pressed against yours. āgod, youāre so fucking hot,ā he exclaimed breathlessly. āiāve been wanting to do this for ages. you with those glasses and messy hair as you move around in that uniform at school,ā he whispered, pressing his cock against your thigh.
āfuck,ā you moaned, closing your eyes in pleasure. the alleyway was echoing the sounds of your wet cunt as coriolanus fingered you. it felt heavenly as he hit that sweet spot inside of you with each thrust of his fingers.
you never knew that coriolanus had felt some sort of way about you. nor did you ever think about him really. he was nothing more than your classmate until tonight. but boy were you glad that tonight that changed. because you had never experienced someone elseās fingers inside of you except your own. and coriolanusās fingers felt oh-so-good.
āfeels so good,ā you moaned, opening your eyes to look directly into coriolanusās blue orbs.
āi know,ā he exclaimed, giving you a particularly harsh thrust of his fingers, causing you to yelp in pleasure. āi canāt wait to bury my cock inside your cunt, oh my good,ā he exclaimed as your cunt squelched against your fingers.
the both of you were lucky that you were in a part of the capitol where no one would ever catch the two of you. it was quiet, rarely any foot traffic. so the noises didnāt matter too much.
you felt that familiar burn as your orgasm approached. āoh fuck,ā you moaned. āiām so close.ā
coriolanus took that as a sign to go harder and faster, causing your toes to curl and thighs to shake as you began cumming around his fingers. āgood girl,ā he exclaimed, watching you as you came. āfuck, youāre so hot,ā he practically moaned as he fingered you through your orgasm.
and when you were done, coriolanus pulled his fingers out of your cunt, immediately reaching for the belt of his pants as he pulled out his cock. āi want to fuck you so badly,ā he said, gripping himself and pumping his cock fast. ābut tonight is not the night,ā he said as he threw his head back, finally giving himself the relief as the juices from your cunt coated his cock.
and you watched, breathing heavily as coryo jerked himself off in front of you. his cock was huge and though you were too sensitive for anything else, your hole couldnāt help but clench as you thought about being filled by coryoās large cock.
it didnāt take long for coryo to cum. his cum landing on your stomach. letās just say that most definitely began a fuck buddies situationship with coriolanus snow.
nsfw | mdni | coryo x reader | phone sex | male masturbation | modern au
being away from you was never easy for coryo. his overall possessiveness of you made him not ever wanting to leave you for longer than a full work day. however, work trips call, especially when a client asked him to go on a trip with him as a thank you for winning his case. to say coryo missed you was an understatement. the blonde had been gone for three days already and that was three days without seeing you, touching you, fucking you. being a lawyer sucked when he couldnāt see you.
as coryo got back from a day at the beach with his client, he sat down on his comfortable mattress in his hotel room. his phone began to buzz, your contact popping up on his iphone. coryo couldnāt help but smile to himself as he swiped the green icon, answering the phone. āhello, my darling,ā he answered smoothly.
āhello,ā came the soft but joyous tone of your voice as you greeted your lovely boyfriend. coryoās heart swelled as he finally heard your voice after three days. the texts just werenāt enough. āi know you said not to call you everyday while youāre on your trip,ā you began, sighing. ābut honestly, i miss you and couldnāt wait any longer to speak to you.ā
coryo let out a small chuckle, licking his lips. āi miss you too, sweetheart,ā he said softly. āitās been a rough few days being unable to see you or touch you.ā
you let out a small whine. āi miss your touch, coryo.ā he could sense your pout from over the phone.
āyeah?ā he asked, images of you flashing through his mind as he began to think about all of the ways he could be touching you right now. āmiss it how?ā he could feel his cock hardening in his swim trunks.
you let out a shaky breath over the phone as you thought about your wonderful boyfriend. āi-i really miss your hands caressing my skin,ā you said shyly.
ādo you want me to tell you what i miss, princess?ā he asked. coryo knew you were touching yourself thinking of him. he could just tell. the both of you have engaged in phone sex enough throughout your relationship that it was now simply nature for either of you to tell when the other needed release over the phone. and now was definitely one of those moments.
āyes, please,ā you replied sweetly.
coryo let out a soft chuckle, palming his cock through his swim shorts. āi miss caressing your boobs as i run my tongue up and down your cunt, having your juices coat my face as you grind your hips against me,ā he spoke steadily, pulling his trunks down, his hard cock slapping against his stomach.
you let out a soft moan over the phone, causing coryoās cock to twitch with interest. āi miss your tongue so bad,ā you replied.
āiād love to just be sucking on your clit, trailing my hand down your body before slowly easing a finger into your tight and wet cunt,ā coryo gripped his cock, closing his eyes as he thought about his words vividly. god he wanted nothing more than to be pleasuring you right about now. āiād tease you by grazing that sweet spot inside of you but not quite touching it, making you beg for more.ā
you whined, moaning out a soft ācoryo,ā as you too thought about what he was talking about. it was almost as though he was talking you through it as your fingers followed his words.
āiād eventually add another finger, stretching your beautiful pussy ever so slightly. iād likely look up at you, seeing your beautiful face contort with pleasure and your hair sprawled out on my pillow. god youāre absolutely gorgeous,ā coryo groaned as he pumped his cock thinking about you. he began going at a rhythm, teasing the tip of his cock with his thumb. he moaned, licking his lips.
āfuck,ā you said, fingering yourself to coryoās words. your moans were music to coryoās ears as he jerked himself off.
coryo let out a shaky breath as he continued to talk. āiād curl my fingers inside of you,ā he interrupted himself to moan as precum leaked from his cock. āfinally hitting your g-spot and causing you to-ā his words were interrupted by a loud moan from your end as you followed what he was saying. coryo couldnāt help but laugh softly. āgood girl,ā he replied. āiād thrust my fingers harshly and quickly. you know i love the sounds of your moans and the squelching noise of your cunt getting absolutely soaked.ā
āi need you so badly, coryo,ā you moaned over the receiver, fingering your self vigorously.
coryo jerked himself off faster, feeling that familiar heat inside of himself. āare you getting close, baby?ā he asked breathlessly.
āmhm,ā you replied. āplease- ah- please keep going.ā
āwith pleasure,ā coryo replied. āiād finger you and suck on your clit, feeling you grind against my fingers and my face, chasing your own orgasm. and when you do eventually cum, i love feeling your thighs squeezing my face and keeping me in place, having nothing else to do but help you through your orgasm.ā he said, feeling his cock stiffening in his hand as coryo felt his orgasm coming. āgo ahead, baby, cum for me, yeah?ā
on your end, coryo could hear the moans and whimpers leaving your lips, signaling your orgasm. he let out his own moans and calls of your name as he began cumming, painting his chest with his cum. he pumped himself through his orgasm, coryoās eyes rolling back and toes curling as he finally got relief after a few days of not having any.
and when you both were finished, no words were spoken other than the harsh breathing from both of your ends. after about five minutes or so, you broke the silence. āi love you,ā you said softly. āi really do miss you.ā
coryo smiled to himself. āi love you and miss you too, sweetheart,ā he exclaimed. he got up, phone to his ear as he went to the bathroom. āiāll see if i can come home early.ā
āiād love that.ā
coryo began to clean himself up, all while still talking to you. ānow, tell me about your day,ā he said. and so your began talking and coryo listened.
About: President Snow is someone that prides himself on being a loyal husband and amazing President to the country of Panem. However, he does have quite the sweet spot for his secretary.
word count: 2,300
Warnings: NSFW Content, MDNI, cheating (not on you), unprotected sex, p in v sex, praise, quickie, etc.
āGem of Panem,
Mighty City,
Through the ages you shine anew.ā
You stood at your desk with a hand on your heart as the sound of the Capitolās anthem played over the speakers. It was eight oāclock in the morning, the time the President had arrived at his office. This was a routine that happened each and every morning, to show oneās respect for their country and the mighty city of the Capitol.
āWe humbly kneel,
To your ideal,
And pledge our love to you!ā
Everyone was facing the flag of Panem, speaking the words to the anthem in unison as it played across the building. A few years back, barely anyone knew the anthem. It was a song made during the dark ages and only recently had it been brought back when Coriolanus Snow came into power. Something about showing pride for oneās home.
āGem of Panem,
Heart of Justice,
Wisdom Crowns your marble brow.
You give us light,
You reunite,
To you we make our vow.ā
You had always felt prideful for your city. Having been born and raised in the Capitol, gone to the Academy, gone to the University, you had been a star pupil in the eyes of your educators. Your family had been quite prominent but it was your skill set that really made you become the right hand woman to the President of the whole nation of Panem.
āGem of Panem,
Seat of power,
Strength in Peacetime, shield in strife,ā
You had gone to school with Coriolanus Snow, though you were a year behind him. You worked hard to make something of yourself outside of your familyās affiliations. Your family was known for investing in high fashion items, owning many of the high end fashion stores in the Capitol itself. And while your father had wanted that life for you as well, you wanted to become something else. And you did.
āProtect our land,
With armored hand,
Our Capitol,
Our life.ā
When the anthem ended, you all went back to your work. It wasnāt easy being the secretary of the President. His schedule was quite tiresome most days. And today most certainly was one of those days. You focused on the papers set in front of you, sorting through them and seeing which ones were important enough for President Snow to take a look at. By ten in the morning, you knocked on his office door to give him his schedule.
āCome in,ā came the authoritative voice that was Coriolanus Snow. The President of Panem had been elected about a year ago when he was just twenty-four years old and recently married to Livia Cardew, a woman he simply married for convenience and nothing more. In fact, he hated Livia Cardew quite a bit. Though she doesnāt know that and the nation doesnāt need to know that. And now, here he was, twenty-five years old and working hard to ensure that the country is running smoothly. And you? You were very patriotic towards your President.
āI have your schedule for the rest of the day, sir,ā You said as you walked into the office, closing the door gently behind you and walking over to his desk. President Snow was sat at his desk, dressed in a navy blue suit with a red rose in the pocket. His hair was slicked back, making him look even more handsome than usual. Your heels clicked with each step you took and Coriolanus was very obviously staring you up and down. āAnd a list of messages to give you,ā You added.
Coriolanus licked his lips before looking at your face. āGo on,ā he said, using a hand to signal you to speak.
āYou have lunch today with the new Head Gamemaster to discuss ideas for eighteenth annual Hunger Games at twelve p.m, a meeting with the mayor of District One at one p.m, a phone call with the Head General at two p.m, and an address to the nation at three p.m about the sewage system,ā You explained, looking down at your notes before looking back up at Coriolanus. āAfter that, you have a Gala to attend tonight at eight oāclock with your wife who is wondering if you will be coming home for dinner.ā
Coriolanus sighed, running a hand over his face as he thought over everything. āThatās quite a lot for today,ā He exclaimed. āTell Livia I will not be having dinner with her tonight.ā
You nodded your head. āRight away, sir,ā you said, giving him a polite smile.
āYouāll be attending the Gala as well, correct?ā Coriolanus asked.
You nodded your head in confirmation. āThatās correct, sir,ā You replied. āMy whole family will be attending.ā
āGood,ā Coriolanus smirked at you. āIāll see you later then, Miss L/N.ā
āIāll see you later, President Snow,ā And with that, you left his office to get back to work.
When you arrived at the Gala dressed in a ravishing black dress that accentuates your curves, you knew that you were officially the best dressed at the event. Your hair was down and styled to perfection. Your makeup was done elegantly with a red lip. You walked into the event, immediately greeted by other prominent families within the Capitol. You greeted each and every one of them with a smile and a kind greeting. Only the best from a high member of society.
You looked around the room, noticing President Snow across the room with his wife standing next to him. His eyes were immediately on you. You gave him a smirk as he did a slight tilt of his head, signaling to follow him. He excused himself from Livia before walking towards the bathrooms. After a moment, you followed.
Your relationship with Coriolanus Snow is a bit of a complicated one that had begun when he was voted in as President. Being a year below him during school, the two of you interacted only briefly. But he hired you based on your familyās name and your high grades from the University. After your hiring, it was safe to assume that there was more to it. He would always look you up and down, taking in your beautiful form. And you didnāt hate it one bit. Coriolanus was an attractive man. And you were very patriotic.
About two months into his presidency, the two of you stayed late to work on an address that was going to be given the next day. A late night with your boss with dinner had led to the two of you talking about anything and everything unrelated to work. And that night, he fucked you on his desk without any regrets. That was the start of an affair that neither of you wanted to end.
You made your way to the bathroom, knocking on the door. You heard the faint ācome inā of Coriolanusās voice. Before walking in, you looked around to ensure no one else was looking. You opened the door, walking into the room before quickly closing it behind you and locking the door. As soon as you did so, Coriolanus was pinning you to the wall, his lips immediately on yours.
You let out a soft sound, kissing Coriolanus back with the same hunger and passion he was giving you. You brought your arms up around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist. āYou look so beautiful tonight,ā he murmured softly, pulling away to look into your eyes.
You gave him a soft smile. āThank you,ā You said, kissing his lips. āYou look quite handsome yourself,ā You added, looking at Coriolanusās dark green suit.
Coriolanus sighed. āLivia wanted me to wear it,ā He said, slightly annoyed, āI think it looks horrendous. But I must be a supportive husband and follow through with my wifeās wishes.ā Coriolanus dipped his head to kiss your neck, using his hands to explore your body.
You laughed, nodding your head. āWhat a wonderful husband you are,ā you said a bit sarcastically.
Coriolanus hummed against your skin. āThe best, really,ā he said just as sarcastically. He lifted your dress over your hips. You chose not to wear anything underneath the dress which Coriolanus believed to be an excellent decision. āThis is quite helpful,ā he murmured softly. āMakes things easier.ā
āDid it just for you,ā You murmured back.
āYouāre so good to me,ā Coriolanus said. He pressed himself against you, letting you feel his hard on through his trousers. āWe have to be quick,ā he said a bit unhappily. Coriolanus didnāt like to do quickies as much as he loved taking his time with you. He adores making you feel just as good as you make him feel. āBut I promise tomorrow evening will be ours,ā he added.
āIāll hold you to that promise,ā You smiled. āHow do you want me?ā
Coriolanus unbuttoned his pants enough to reveal his hard cock. He too wasnāt wearing any underwear. He licked his lips as he thought about your cunt. āTurn around for me.ā
You obliged, turning around with a hand on the door of the bathroom. Coriolanus wrapped an arm around you, dipping his head to kiss your neck as he guided his cock to your entrance. He eased himself inside of you, causing the both of you to let out shaky breaths. You put a hand over your mouth to avoid moaning. āYouāre so wet for me,ā Coriolanus whispered into your ear, moving his hips slowly at first. āWish I could take my time with you.ā
āAlways ready for your cock,ā You whispered back, licking your lips.
āMmm, yes you are,ā Coriolanus replied, snapping his hips faster.
You gasped, trying to keep yourself from moaning like a slut. There were people just outside the door and it would be an all-time scandal if the people of Panem found out that the President was having an affair with his secretary.
āGotta stay quiet for me, baby,ā Coriolanus said shakily, thrusting his cock in and out of you tight cunt at a relentless pace. āAhāfuck, you feel so good,ā he almost whined in your ear.
You didnāt reply, not trusting yourself to not moan loudly if you uncover your mouth. Instead you met his thrusts with your own movements, his cock hitting your g-spot perfectly. Coriolanus was moving hard and fast, burying his cock inside of you so good. You threw your head back, closing your eyes in the process.
Coriolanus began kissing your neck, sucking on your pulse point. āGonna cum inside your tight pussy,ā he whispered against your skin, thrusting his hips frantically. You could tell that Coriolanus was very close with how breathless he sounded and how he was holding back his own moans. You felt yourself getting closer, the repetitive thrusting into your g-spot sending you close to the edge.
āGonna cum, oh my godāā Coriolanus whispered harshly, close to just moaning out loud as he started spilling inside of you.
With a gasp, you clench around Coriolanusās cock, gushing as you come. You felt the liquid dripping down your leg as you arched your back against Coriolanus. He fucked you through your orgasm, rocking his hips to milk the both of you. And when you both finished, he pulled out, immediately stuffing his cock back into his pants and zippering them. You were both breathing heavily as you took a moment to just lean your head against the bathroom door. Coriolanus, oh-so-kindly put your dress back down perfectly before turning you around and wrapped his arms around you.
āI needed that,ā he murmured into your ear as he pulled you close to him, kissing the top of your head.
You smiled lazily, leaning against Coriolanus as you hugged him back. āMe too,ā you replied. āTheyāre probably wondering where you are,ā you sighed.
āMmm,ā Coriolanus made a noise of acknowledgment. āI wish I could just take you home,ā he said, breathing in deeply.
It was always moments like this that made you wonder if Coriolanus Snow, the President of Panem, loved you. He always treated you like he had the utmost feelings for you. He would take you out for dinners, buy you gifts, care for you in such a way that only a lover would. But ultimately, you knew that wasnāt the case. Because Coriolanus Snow was incapable of loving another person. Thatās what he told you, at least. Regardless, you didnāt mind it whatsoever. Because youāre his secretary, his true right hand woman. And thatās all that mattered, right?
After a few moments, the two of you pulled away and gathered yourselves. You cleaned yourself up, making sure nothing was on your legs while Coriolanus fixed his hair. He gave you one soft kiss. āIāll see you,ā he murmured against your lips.
You smiled, kissing him back. āSee you, sir,ā you replied.
Coriolanus smirked before walking out of the bathroom. You stayed back for a moment, fixing your lipstick and your hair in front of the mirror. And after a minute, you walked out and back into the party as though nothing happened. You glanced at Coriolanus, who was talking to some military official, and then looked at his wife, who was looking at you.
Thatās when you knew Livia Cardew wasnāt as oblivious as she made herself out to be. And you? You simply winked at her and smirked before turning your attention to a random Capitol citizen.
Imagine Sejanus wearing grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt when he opens the door to his apartment one morning. His curls were all over the place while he rubbed his eyes, clearly having just woken up. You looked at him, about to smirk and tease him for sleeping in so late. Until you noticed the outline of his hard cock in his sweatpants. Sejanus very clearly had morning wood.
You cleared your throat, closing the door behind you as you looked at your handsome boyfriend. āDid I wake you?ā You tilted your head as you stood in front of Sejanus.
Sejanus smiled sleepily, nodding his head. He kissed your forehead. āStayed up studying for my exam tomorrow,ā Sejanus said with his deep morning voice. He wrapped his arms around your waist.
You hugged Sejanus back, breathing in his scent. āAnd you answered the door with a very obvious boner,ā You said, sliding your hand down to palm Sejanus through his sweatpants.
Sejanus let out a breathless chuckle. āKnew it was you,ā He murmured.
āMhm,ā You hummed, continuing to palm Sejanus through his pants. āShould I take care of it for you?ā
āI think you should,ā Sejanus said, pulling away from the hug to look at you with a small smirk on his lips.
You grinned, immediately dropping to your knees for Sejanus. You always gave him a blowjob when he wears his grey sweatpants. Itās just something about the outline of his cock that really does it for you. Just like whenever you wear a sundress, Sejanus canāt help but eat you out.
You grabbed the waistline of Sejanusās sweats, pulling them down just enough for his cock to spring out of his pants. You gripped his cock, giving a few experimental tugs. Sejanus hissed in pleasure, looking down at you. He licked his lips, bringing a hand to his hair to move his curls out of his face. āYouāre so hard,ā You said, looking up at Sejanus.
Sejanus let out a shaky breath, nodding his head. āFor you, always,ā he replied.
You smiled. āI see that,ā You said. And without any further hesitation, you moved your head to his length, licking the tip of his cock. Sejanus let out a soft moan, bringing a hand to caress your hair. You wrapped your lips around his cock, slowly easing him into your mouth.
Sejanusās cock was thick. He may not be the longest (heās about average) but he most certainly was girthy and his cock always stretched your lips. Both pairs. You began sucking him off, gaining rhythm. Sejanus groaned, closing his eyes in pleasure as he intertwined his fingers in your hair. āFuck baby,ā He said, throwing his head back.
You continued to work, bobbing your head up and down. It didnāt take long for Sejanus to begin his own movements, chasing his own high as he fucked your mouth with small thrusts, making sure not to gag you. āAlways feels so good,ā he moaned, licking his lips.
And with a few more movements from the both of you, Sejanus was cumming down your throat with a loud moan, holding your head down on his cock so that you wouldnāt move. When Sejanus calmed down from his high, he pulled his cock out of your mouth, leaving a trail of saliva and cum. You swallowed his cum as you looked up at your handsome boyfriend.
āThat certainly is a great way to start the day,ā Sejanus said, smirking as he helped you stand up. He kissed your lips, his tongue exploring your mouth.
It was safe to say that your day was spent mostly in bed with Sejanus.
coryo would have a heavy breeding kink to the point where he cums his pants before the reaping because he's thinking about filling u up after winning the plinth prize :(( he would almost sob at the thought of your tits growing i just KNOW IT
yes!!!
nsfw | mdni
imagjne coryoās just in his bedroom the night before the reaping, thinking about the prize money and what he would do with it. and eventually, his thoughts take a naughty route as he thinks about you. god he hasnāt had much time to fuck you lately due to being so busy with projects and ensuring that he would win that prize. he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock inside of you, taking you hard and fast.
it wouldnāt even matter if he wore protection or if he pulled out. heād have the money to take care of any consequences. all that would matter would be you and your tight cunt wrapped around his cock.
coryoās pants were straining. he let out a gasp as he felt his cock twitching. he began thinking about how it would be like if he got you pregnant. your tits would be swelling so nicely. that alone was enough to send him over the edge and with a hand pressed to his mouth and a choked moan leaving his lips, coryo came in his pants. a wet patch formed in his red academy trousers as he came.
he most definitely will be fucking you until you are sure to be pregnant with his child after he wins the plinth prize.
note: I feel like my writing has been so bad lately because of writers block so pls lmk what you guys think of it!!
imagining coryo just sitting behind you, your back press against his chest as you sit between his legs. the both of you were undressed for the most part. you were completely naked while coryo was still wearing his boxers. you could feel his cock pressing against your back.
coryoās fingers were buried deep in your cunt, thrusting hard and fast while his other arm was wrapped around you, groping your breasts. the room was filled with the sound of your moans and the squelching of your pussy.
āyouāre so wet today, princess,ā coryo murmured in your ear, his voice soft but seductive.
you let out a shaky moan, nodding your head. āfeels really good, coryo,ā you said, licking your lips.
āi know, baby,ā he replied, thrusting his fingers in and out of your cunt.
he curled his digits, causing you to throw your head onto coryoās shoulder back in pleasure, moaning loudly. you felt yourself getting closer as heat pooled inside of you. ācoryo iām-ā you cut yourself off as your orgasm overtook you, causing you to tense up. your walls clamped around coryoās fingers as you felt liquid drenching your thighs and coryoās hand.
coryo let out a loud and shaky breath, unable to help the moan that escaped him as he felt your juices on his hand. āoh fuck, baby,ā he groaned, his fingers still riding out your orgasm.
as you came down from your high, you looked down, seeing the mattress drenched in your juices. you flushed in embarrassment as coryo removed his digits from your cunt. āi-iām so sorry,ā you said.
coryo hummed in your ear. ādonāt be sorry, princess,ā he murmured. āit was so hot,ā coryo said.
and truth be told, he most definitely found it hot. because he made you do it at least two more times.
Summary: Coryo finally drops the mask he wears around you and shows you what he really is.
Word Count: 3,020
Rating: 18+, MDNI
TW: DUBCON, murder, stalking, kidnapping, afab reader, she/her pronouns, profanity, innuendo, knife kink, blood kink, bondage, pain play, overstim, oral f receiving, tiddy succin, p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Hunger Games/Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
Coryo always thought you were too pure to be tainted by his darkness. That he ought to stay away from you for your own good. That the thoughts that infested his mind about all the things he wanted to do to you needed to remain a fantasy and nothing more. He thought he could enact those with Lucy Gray. That he could close his eyes and imagine it was you lying beneath him. He learned his lesson. Thereās only one you. And youāre the one he needs by his side, supporting him as he works his way to the top of the food chain.
Youāre the first person he sees after returning from 12. He comes to your home, at nearly three in the morning. You answer the door with a knife in your hand, poking your head out nervously. The knife gives him ideas heās not sure your sweet, innocent mind would be able to comprehend. You let it clatter to the floor, throwing your arms around him and pulling him into your embrace.
āOh, Coryoā¦ I thoughtā¦ā
He moves closer to you, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, his voice a low rumble in his chest, āWhat did you think?ā
āNevermind,ā you shake your head, āIām just so glad youāre back. Iām so glad.ā
Coryo smiles against your neck, a darkness behind his gaze, a possessiveness that you donāt quite pick up on. And youāre the same as you ever were. Blindly trusting him, his fingers running through your hair, his other hand resting on your lower back.
āDid you miss me?ā
āOf course I did,ā you beam up at him, āYouāre my best friend in the whole world, Coryo. I even tried getting a train to 12, but they detained me!ā
His expression grows stern, though thereās a teasing edge to his voice as he reprimands you, āWhy would you ever think thatās a good idea, sweetheart? Traveling across districts to see me? You know how dangerous it is out there?ā
āI wouldāve been fine,ā you protest, waving off his concern.
āYou wouldnāt have,ā Coryo says firmly, moving to cup your face in his hands, āI donāt want you doing anything like that again, alright? You couldāve gotten into real danger. And I wouldnāt have been able to protect you. You understand?ā
āYes, Coryo,ā you pause before speaking softly, a sympathetic tone to your voice which he finds ironic in light of your words, āIām so sorry about Sej. I know you two were like brothers.ā
He canāt believe you actually think he cared about Sejanus. Truth be told, he doesnāt care about anyone except himself, you, and maybe his grandmam. He feigns a wistful smile, nodding, allowing you to embrace and comfort him, the feel of your warm, soft body against his enough to make him carry on the charade a bit longer as you promise that youāre here for him, that youāre never going to betray him or leave him. Thatās when he notices it, his blood running cold at the sight of it.
The engagement ring on your ring finger.
Coryo pulls away from you, reeling at the realization.
āCoryo? What is it? Are you alright?ā
Heās quiet for a long moment, not knowing what to say, his jealousy and anger nearly consuming him. He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. How can you be engaged? This is going to ruin everything. All his plans could go up in smoke.
āWho are you engaged to?ā His voice is as cold as his gaze when he asks you.
āOhā¦ Festus,ā you tell him, a glumness to your voice that makes him feel somewhat appeased, āItās an arranged thing. You know how marriages in our families are.ā
It takes every ounce of self restraint he has to refrain from ripping that goddamn ring off your pretty little finger as he moves closer to you, āArranged, huh?ā
You nod, āYeah. After Felix died then you and Sej were sent to 12ā¦ My parents got anxious to match me off.ā
Coryo inhales sharply. Festus fucking Creed. He never thought he could hate someone more than he hated Billy Taupe, but here he is, his blood boiling at the mere thought of Festusās fucking hands touching you.
āAnd you just went with it?ā
āI wasnāt really given a choice, Coryo.ā
āDo you love him?ā
āNo,ā you shake your head vehemently, āI mean, hopefully I can one day. Grow to love him, I mean. It would be nice to not be in an unhappy marriage, you know?ā
Coryo remains quiet, his hands gripping your kitchen counter so tight his knuckles go white. Before you can say another word, heās storming out of your door, ignoring your confusion as he slams it shut behind him.
He walks the cold, empty streets of the Capitol, only one thought on his mind. How to make you his. How to get rid of the obstacles that stand in the way of him having you. As he gets closer and closer to his familyās old home, he passes by the store where Tigris so often bought items for her designs. There, in the window, is a mask, made of what he assumes to be rubber, with black eyes, a black nose, and a black mouth in a grimace. A twisted smile spreads across his own face as he enters the store.
Oh yes, this disguise will do quite nicely for the task at hand.
It doesnāt take much to memorize your schedule. After all, youāre so predictable. You leave to go to your University classes and you go straight back to your penthouse like the good girl you are. Sometimes, you stop by your parentsā mansion and have tea with them, sometimes youāll go shopping with Livia. But for the most part? Itās the same basic schedule.
The worst days are the ones where you go with Festus to plan things for the wedding. Your discomfort is obvious whenever Festus leans in to kiss your cheek, wraps his arm around your waist. Coryo is doing you a favor by going through with this plan. Itās so obvious you donāt care about Festus the way you care about him. That Festus could never make you happy the way he could.
He makes his presence known to you after you go for your first dress fitting. A bouquet of white roses left at your front door, stained with blood, and an accompanying note saying how beautiful you look in white. Coryo watches with amusement as you panic and grab your videophone and call him. He ducks into the hallway and answers, feigning concern for you and offering to come right over, holding you in his arms as you cry against his chest, saying how scared you were, how grateful you are that heās back. How Festus wouldāve just made fun of you for being so terrified. And Coryo runs his fingers through your hair, shushing you, assuring you everything will be alright.
The next time, he pushes things even further. He leaves a letter, detailing all the vile things he wants to do to you, how he plans to get rid of Festus and then defile your pretty little body. Coryo is pretty sure he can hear the faintest hint of breathlessness in your voice. You like it. You like what he wrote. You liked him describing how heās going to make you cry tears of pleasure, screaming his name as he fucks you, as he claims what belongs to him. God, youāre so fucking afraid. He loves it. And the ironic part? You keep running into his arms for comfort. Itās all going according to plan.
Coryo decides that itās time for you and your secret admirer to meet face to face a few weeks before the wedding. You take a shortcut home on your way from the wedding plannerās office, into an alley that on any other occasion would be safe. But not today. Heās been following you from a distance, making you feel ill at ease. Why is there a man in a mask walking around in broad daylight? But, you chalk it up to the people of the Capitol having odd habits and try to ignore the way it feels like the masked manās eyes are burning into your body.
When you turn into the alley, he makes his move, grabbing you by the arm and pinning you against the wall. You struggle against him, squirming frantically as you cry out, wanting to know who he is, begging him to let you go. And it excites him. Something about seeing you so vulnerable, tears threatening to spill from those pretty eyes? Itās intoxicating. Itās almost like he gets high off of your fear. He keeps the mask on, keeps his gaze on you. He pulls a knife from his pocket, holding it to your cheek, tracing the contours of your face. Your lower lip wobbles slightly as he runs the tip of the blade along it, smirking beneath his mask.
āAre you scared, sweetheart?ā
You canāt quite place it, but that voice, no matter how much the speaker tries to disguise it, is familiar. You know this man. You look up at him, letting out a gasp as he drags the knife along your throat.
āYes, Iām terrified. Please let me goā¦ā
He shakes his head, a low, menacing chuckle falling from his lips as he leans in closer, grabbing your face with a leather gloved hand, āI think I should keep you here with me. After all, I donāt want you running back to that pathetic little fiance of yours.ā
You let out a choked gasp as his hand moves down toward your chest, squeezing your breasts over the fabric of your dress, āI promise, my family has money, I donāt have anything in my purse-ā
Coryo lets out another dark laugh, grabbing you by the hair, pulling harshly to make you lean your face up to look at him, to look at his mask, āIām not here for money, sweetheart. Iām here for you.ā
He brings a cloth to your mouth and before you know it?
Your vision goes black.
You wake up in an unfamiliar room, white rose petals scattered on the bed and floor around you. When you try to move, you realize your hands are tied to the bedpost, making you panic and tug at it, the headboard knocking against the wall. This seems to alert your captor to you now being awake. He walks in, that same mask on his face, giving you an appreciative onceover. You glance down and see that heās dressed you in the skimpiest black lingerie youāve seen in your entire life, complete with a pair of fishnet stockings. You glower at your captor from your spot on the bed as he comes to stand at the foot of it.
āGood, youāre awake.ā
āYouāre not going to get away with this!ā You say indignantly, still tugging at the rope binding you to the bed, āMy family, my fiance-ā
āOh, you donāt have to worry about that last part anymore. Heās been dealt with.ā
Your blood runs cold at his words. You watch with horror as he opens the closet door and Festusās body comes tumbling forward, his throat slit, his face twisted in an expression of pure terror. You scramble backward against the bed.
āPleaseā¦ā
āPlease?ā He mocks, pulling his knife from his pocket, tracing your cleavage, down to your stomach, pressing down just hard enough to allow a trickle of blood to spill from your skin, āYou still have no idea, do you? This maskā¦ I guess Iāve worn a mask around you my whole life, truth be told. You have no idea how badly Iāve wanted you. For how long.ā
Your jaw drops as he removes the mask, revealing his identity.
āCoryo?ā
He smirks, nodding, tossing the mask aside and crawling over you, holding the knife to your neck, āIāve hid it for so long. How much Iāve wanted you. They say we become the masks we wear, but I never did. I bided my time. And even though I tried to spare you, to take Lucy Gray instead of you, it was always meant to be you.ā
āCoryo,ā you whimper as he grabs your legs, bringing your ankles to rest against his shoulders, tracing the hilt of his knife against your cunt, smirking at the way you shiver, āThis isnāt youā¦ā
āOh, sweetheart, it very much so is me,ā he promises, pressing a kiss to your ankle, staring down at you, āAnd youāll learn to love this side of me too.ā
Youāre helpless to do anything but watch as he kisses along your calf, your thigh, before mouthing at your pussy over the flimsy panties heās put you in. You clench your fists, gritting your teeth, doing your best not to let any noises escape your lips. And so Coryo? He smirks up at you and renews his efforts, his blade set aside for the moment as he pushes your panties aside and spreads you open, his tongue delving deep inside you. Your head falls back against your pillow, an involuntary moan falling from your lips as he laps at your pussy eagerly, moaning against you, his hips rutting against the mattress. Fuck, he thinks he could cum just from your taste alone as he nuzzles his nose against your clit, inhaling your scent, savoring your taste. He fucks you with his tongue over and over and over, letting out the most obscene slurping and sucking noises. And when you spill yourself on his tongue with a cry of his name, he just fucking continues. Your hips squirm away, seeking some reprieve from the onslaught of pleasure, but he chases you with his mouth moving his face from side to side, alternating between broad strokes against your cunt with his tongue and suckling at your swollen clit.
āCoryoā¦ā You gasp as he wrenches another orgasm from you, making no movement to stop, your fishnet clad thighs shaking, ankles dangling over his shoulders as he continues, āOh Godā¦ā
You wish you could grasp at the sheets for some form of purchase, but all you can do is writhe against him, even more violently when he uses the hilt of his knife to fuck you.
āGot to get you ready for my cock, sweetheart,ā he coos, his tone equal parts affectionate and mocking, āSuch a tight little pussy. I might just tear you apart.ā
And you hate that you enjoy it. You hate that every time that blade brushes against your thigh, you grow wetter. That every time Coryo stares at you with those icy blue eyes, nearly blown black with lust, your stomach clenches. Youāve wanted him just as long as heās wanted you, truth be told. So why not allow yourself to enjoy this?
He undoes his pants, his long, pale, veiny cock dripping pre cum from the tip as he slaps it against your clit repeatedly. You let out a whine of his name as he buries himself inside you. And heās right. It does almost feel like heās tearing you apart. Coryo smirks at the outline of his bulge against your stomach, his tongue tracing the cuts he left along your chest as he holds the blade to your throat and begins rutting against you. He tugs harshly at the bra, tossing it across the room, dragging his tongue along one of your nipples, his free hand pressing down on the bulge in your stomach, making you squeal and squirm against him. Youāre so helpless and docile in his grasp, like a little kitten. And he can see it in your eyes as you gaze up at him. You want this as badly as he does. He drags the tip of his tongue along your pert nub before mouthing at the other, and finally?
Coryo presses his lips to yours in a ferocious, hungry kiss. One that you reciprocate as best as you are able to with your hands tied. Every thrust of his hips, every movement of his lips, his tongue massaging yours, his hand on your stomach, his knife at your neck. Every sensation is so mind-numbingly perfect that you practically leave your body when you reach your peak, Coryo fucking you through it. Heās determined to get one more out of you, moving his hand that rests on your stomach to pinch and slap at your pearl, his thrusts stuttering as he gets closer and closer.
āGoing to fill you up with my cum, sweetheart,ā he rasps against your ear, āGoing to marry you. Not Festus. Me. Going to see you all pretty and round, carrying my baby. Fuck, youāre so tight, sweetheart, gonna make me cum, arenāt you?ā
You nod wordlessly, lips parted as he spills himself into you, your own peak washing over you soon after. Coryo collapses against you, untying your hands and smirking as you cuddle up against him, his cum still dripping from between your thighs.
āI love you,ā Coryo whispers, one of his hands cupping your breast, the other resting against your cheek, āIām never letting you go.ā
iām thinking about modern!coryo againā¦ ān the way heād just love humiliating you. when youāve been particularly bratty (letās be real, any time you tell him no he thinks youāre being defiantā¦ no matter the circumstances), he loves to shove your face into the mattress so your ass is facing him, and grip your hips, teasing his cock against your entrance until youāre whining and begging for him to fuck you. but he doesnāt! he just lets his cock slap against your clit and tease your slick hole until youāre soaking your panties. his favourite thing though, is filming you take his cock, because even though heād never let anybody see the videos (besides maybe his friends), he gets off on the way youāre whining for him to put the phone away as he fills you up, pearly cum sliding down your soft thighs. but he wonāt, because he just loves the way youāre absolutely humiliated at the thought of somebody seeing how much of a whore you are for him
CW: anal, sejanus mention (throuple au tease), typical coryo type warnings, yandere/possessive & obsessive behavior, gn reader but there is feminization (reader calls themselves a "good girl", coryo calls your pussy "sweet girl" & assigns it she/her pronouns), blood (coryo has a fantasy of you tearing), accidental slight pet play/dumbification, my modern coryo's typical inability to understand/care about poor(er) people, the ending is inspired by ghostface's finishing move in dbd, implied plus sized reader (who's afab) he loves you really.
So true, you could do something as small as say āi want to be alone in the bathroom for 5 minutesā and heād lose his shit. Something about that arrogant rich boy behavior turned up to 100 because heās inherently a psychoā¦.. like he loves you deeply but wdym his prized possession has a mind of their own (if you just decided to do everything he wants, heād support you making your own decisions). His whole vibe was being untouchable and unavailable but now itās coming apart. Like do you know how much he planned to hoe around when his family inevitably made him get married??? But now youāve fucked it all up and made him feel like heās constantly writhing around in every circle of hell fr.
So yeah, he canāt take it if he feels like you arenāt āputting in as much effortā as he is. And i donāt mean that heād be pissed if youāre not cooking or cleaning, i mean that heād be peeved if you werenāt matching his energy (batshit balls to wall insane). Heāll do a little cute open palm wave like āHi, baby š„°ā when you look at him over your shoulder with tears in your eyes. King of false sympathy with all the cooing and mocking your facial expression (which you wouldnāt even have to make if you were behaving). His weird ass is completely naked even though he made you keep your clothes on, and he tore a hole in your leggings with his teeth for easy access.
Heāll put his dick in between your ass cheeks and fuck you like that until the sheets are soaked because you got so desperate (you nearly pissed yourself). Heāll press the head against your asshole and see how deep he can get before you realize that heās using the wrong whole. Sometimes he wishes that heād tug his cock from your hole to find the whole thing covered in blood. If you catch on him, heāll just say that it was an accident. But to be real, you knew immediately. It just gets you hot watching him go on his little power trips. The pleasure of letting your rabid dog off of his leash but he thinks itās his idea does something to you that youāre currently ignoring.
The iPhone camera you can see from the standing mirror by your bed doesnāt exactly catch you off guard. Coryoās got a fair few videos of you getting backshots in his familyās limo and even more of him devouring your pussy anytime and anywhere he pleases. Your stomach rolls with shame but your pussy clenches in arousal. A big part of being able to handle being his s/o means having the ability to straddle the line between calling his bluff and baring your neck in submission. So you just whine pleadingly and let your head fall forward onto the pillow.
You'd never admit that there are times where you'd be perfectly happy if your ass was all he fucked; that on mornings when the sunlight beams down on you as Coryo pushes the velvet curtains from the large penthouse windows and all you can see out of the eye that's not smothered in the pillow is your boyfriend in a pair of gray sweatpants, you feel feral with the need to swallow his cock all the way to the base and lie there forever.
A "love tap" to your clit brings you out of your thirsting. When all you do is gasp, you receive a firmer strike.
"Don't tell me you're already out of it? Did I make my smart baby all stupid already?"
"Hngh~ Uh huh, don't stop..." You beg, the carefully maintained image of the prim and proper perfect student crumbling under his touch.
Your need to be praised and to have male approval can really be a curse sometimes, because outside of the bedroom you don't let yourself be as willing of a kept pet as Coryo wants. But as soon as you're alone, you gratefully sink into the safe space he creates for you where you can just... let go and have someone else think for you for a change.
It feels like bolts of electricity go through you when two of his fingers start to trace letters on your pussy lips. It makes you think of his family crest branded on the gates of their mansions.
C-O-R-I-O-L-A-N-U-S S-N-O-W, pinching your clit after every letter. (training)
"That's okay, I like you dumb anyway. Can't use that big brain to think about anything else but me when I get this dick in you." He says and wags it in his hands at you like it's a treat.
The bed creaks as he sits back on his heels, and like a good girl you parts your legs as far as they can go.
Welcome Home.
The heavy weight of his palms clutching your hips calms any lingering anxiety, his nails bite into your flesh but you know he'll be licking and nuzzling the marks soothingly later. He's told you how beautiful you are in the beginning, that he relishes in the way you give up all tension to him with a sigh; that one of his favorite versions of you is the you that shuts down. Has him feeling like the "family man" he always vowed to never turn into.
"Now, you know the drill, take a deep breath..." He pants, somehow already pussy drunk, "It's going to be a tight fit, dove."
His grip tightens as he feeds his tip to your clenching hole, you soak in the mutters of 'aw, I missed you too, sweet girl.' You know he wasn't talking to you.
Your breath hitches when you start taking him past the tip, and like always, Coryo wraps a hand around the nape of your neck and massages it to distract you from the inevitable sting of pain. It'll always be there no matter how much of a mess he's made of your cunt.
"That's my dumb bunny, biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig stretch." He grunts, dragging his words out when the thickest part of his cock comes to greet you.
You moan when he takes his other hand off of your hip to reach it around and rub your twitching clit. More juices drip from your hole, making the remaining inches slide in a lot easier.
You hear shuffling and the bed creaks as Coryo leans over to grab something off the nightstand. He quickly finds what he's looking for and settles back into position behind you. He gropes one of your ass cheeks and gives it a couple long squeezes before he jiggles it, letting out a low whistle when he does it again.
You mewl impatiently, clenching your pussy around his long cock. He doesn't give you what you want, however, until almost a minute later. He jostles his hips against your ass, showing off for the camera that's focused down on where the two of you are connected.
Coryo's head shoots up when he hears you sniffle, and even though he could tease about how much of a needy whore you are, you're HIS needy whore so he only smiles.
"Alright, alright. 'M sorry, petal, I know your pussy's gagging for this dick. I'll give her what she wants, don't you worry."
Your mouth falls open on a silent moan as he leisurely drags his length out of you until the tip catches on your entrance; being forced to be broken down and rebuilt around it until you both turn to ash. He has never wanted anything more than he wants you to somehow grow to only survive of his own body. His blood would be your water, his very dna would be your floss, his bone marrow would soothe your raw throat, his organs would be your snacks, his bones would be your jewelry, his teeth would be your little trinkets, and his surrounding flesh would be your every meal until you could eat no more.
You have no idea how much of your boyfriend's time has been spent making sure he tastes delectable, in every way.
Like those people from Pompei who are forever immortalized in the arms of their lover, chained to the passage of time but the eyes that dust them off are the only things about them that change.
You made him watch Titanic once, saying that your MasterChef binge could be paused for a night. He huffed but complied, and gun to his head, he wiped his tears on the arm of the couch before you could notice that he was crying. Rose could've done a little more to help Jack in his opinion (they both could have fit on the wood), he'd have never just let you go like that. But there was something in the way all they really had in the world was each other, in how calm the old couple was as the water creeped into their room; because they were together, and to Coryo, death after a very very long and happy life is an experience that's meant to be shared (no matter the circumstances).
His body has been moving on autopilot during his usual mid-sex spiral monologue. There's ringing in his ears as he tunes back into your hiccup-y whines and high-pitched moans (he loved when you stopped being so fucking shy). His thrusts had gradually sped up until they were at the speed they were now, your bodies now making wet smacking sounds as his dick pulverizes your pussy. He had been so lost in thought that he nearly dropped his phone, but he breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that it was still recording.
He removes his death grip on your ass cheek to slap your swaying tits one after the other. He can never resist showing love to the chub of your tummy either, so he hits that too.
"Yeah, you like that, bunny?" He sneers, tonguing your ear and gnawing at the lobe as the excess saliva trickles down the valley of your breasts.
It's a rhetorical question, of course you do.
But you answer, using your words like he often "urges" you to.
"Like it so much, Coryo.... fuck!"
His thrusts become even faster, and he gathers as much of your hair in his hand as possible. Your moans cut off into a gasp as he wrenches your head up off the pillow by your hair, bringing the phone around to put your tear-stained face into frame.
You're helpless to do anything but take every inch he slams inside your puffy cunt, which will no doubt be sore and red by the time Coryo's done with his latest fit. He bends down to whisper in your ear about braindead you look, sobbing with your eyes glazed over and your mouth gaping.
"Shh, that's it, keep going baby. It's all about you, these'll just be fun memories so I can have little parts of you forever, so you could never really leave me."
You never look away from the camera though, and he's suddenly overcome with so much gratitude that he uses his grip on your hair to bring you into a sloppy open-mouthed kiss; your tongues making it so wet you'd think he'd been eating your pussy nonstop with how soaked the lower half of his face gets.
He doesn't let you pull away, the impulsive french kissing only ends so he can lean his head against yours and get into the shot with you. He's smiling so warmly like you're taking a selfie on one of your numerous vacations, but his hips never stop their rough assault on your already thoroughly debauched pussy. Coryo tightens his hold on your hair and pecks your round cheek when you whimper due to the sting.
"Smile, petal."
The videos are kept in a locked folder on his phone titled āšš", and while he threatens to show his friends (in actuality heād only show sejanus in some version of this au where heās trying to force him into a throuple), heāll apologize with his tongue swirling around your sensitive nipples once he feels like youāve learned your lesson. If youāre really upset, heāll offer to make up to you on his fatherās yacht in Greece. (he has your bags packed already)
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laying in bed then suddenly OOOH imagine corio in an interview but heās secretly fucking u under the table at the same time (idk how that works out anatomically??) itās like a twist on the whole head under table thing (+wtf is emoji anons what is that)
itās hard to fuck someone underneath the desk but i will def write a bill clinton monica lewinsky type blurb for you pookie
also the emoji anons is that a way for ppl to identify their asks! if you send an emoji that you want to be represented by, itās a great way to stay anonymous while also interacting! thereās more to it i think but brain no work rn lol
nsfw | mdni | young pres coryo x fem reader | oral (m), exhibitionism
coryo was sat at his desk, addressing the nation of Panem about issues that people have been having about the games. his voice was steady, firm, very much president like. the twenty-four year old president was doing an excellent job giving the fine citizens of Panem an excellent speech. but what they didnāt know was that you, coryoās most beloved secretary, was underneath his desk, giving him a bit of encouragement.
your hair was done in a slick ponytail, perfect and pristine just as it should be. you were on your knees with your presidentās cock in your mouth as you sucked him off, bobbing your head up and down. you were careful to not make any noises with your mouth as you sucked on his cock.
you swirled your tongue at the tip of his cock, feeling coryo tense but reacting no other way as he kept his hands folded on the desk. you smirked to yourself as you continued your ministrations. it didnāt take long for you to feel coryoās cock stiffening in your mouth, a sign that he was close to cumming.
āwe, here in the capitol, appreciate your obedience with these upcoming changes. with that, i bid you all goodnight,ā coryo said, his voice not faltering. you hollowed your cheeks, adding to his pleasure as you moved your head. āpanem today, panem tomorrow, panem-ā coryoās voice cracked as he began cumming down your throat. he cleared his voice. āpanem forever.ā and with that, the public address was over.
you swallowed his cum, sucking him off through his orgasm. as soon as the cameras turned off, coryo leaned back in his chair, looking down at you. he brought a hand to your hair as you took your mouth off of his cock. you looked up at him with glistening eyes and swollen lips, smirking at your handsome president. neither of you cared for the team that was inside the office, already clearing out.
coryo sighed, looking at you with a disappointed look. āi told you not to mess up my address, darling,ā he murmured. āi suppose i have to punish you now.ā
āi suppose you do,ā you replied, still smirking. a great secretary will take anything her president gives her because he knows best.
i know you have a fic recs tag but was hoping youd maybe share what you love about some of your fave fics!
good lord anon first off iām SO sorry it took me so long to answer this. itās been in my drafts with the list half written since forever but here we go!
also iām so honored youād ask!! thereās not nearly enough room in a post for me to mention all my favorites, but iāll tell you some of my current faves and why i like them (i made a post with my faves quite a while ago here, so iāll try to mention others so iām not spamming those writers with mentions!)
blue, bambi and you by @darby-rowe (and every fic of theirs letās be real) what to say about this fic except the wonderful dally blows the roof off every fucking time and itās suchhh a perfectly executed threesome, the voyeurism guilt is explored so nicely and adds to the atmosphere, the tension is just perfect and the resolution is chefs kiss
constantly in the darkness by @divineidolatry my beloved friend june went off on this holy shit. wonderfully executed exes to lovers, emotional fuckery, and artfully crafted bdsm scenes my belovedddd also the buildup?? are you kidding me??? also an amazing reader / clemensia friendship dynamic which is something that can be so personal. iām never shutting up about it thank you and goodnight š«¶š¼
the roommate snowjanus au by @euphemiaamillais (her masterlist is here, do yourself a favor and stalk it rn) my GOD words canāt describe how much i love this universe and weāve been graced with so so many fics and i devour them everytime. i love the power dynamics, little subtleties and the characterisations with it being in a modern setting are just everything! the sexting. the threesomes. are everything. the strip poker game?? call an ambulance for me type beat
kaledo-art
yousharknotpass
areudirty
annaxmalina
dailybridgerton
turnnoffyourmind
gummygunk
