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I keep thinking about coriolanus x reader set before the reaping and the reader is being sent to the districts (maybe as a punishment from the plinths for âfilling sejanusâ head with rebel ideasâ or smth) but anything works!! đŠˇ
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dark paradise.
(academy!coriolanus x fem!reader)
summary: she may be a rebel at heart, but only one man can tame her.
cw: discussion of arranged marriage, sweet!coryo (i love writing him like that iâm sorry!), soft sex, oral (m receiving), cuddling, pet names, talking bad about the plinths, lmk if i missed anything.
âMe? To District Two? Why? What did I do?â You interrogate the peacekeeper who had pulled you out class, mid lesson.
âOrders of a Mr. Strabo Plinth. Says here you âfilled my sonâs head of anti-Capitol propagandaâ. Enough grounds to see you removed from the Capitol, I believe.â
You couldnât believe it. You hadnât told Sejanus anything he didnât already believe, you merely agreed with him. The Hunger Games were awful, and cruel. You knew enough about the world before Panem, and that in the country that existed before Panem, cruel and unusual punishment was against the countryâs rules. Why wouldnât that be the case in Panem?
âWhat? No I didnât! Please, believe me.â You begged, tears beginning to well up in your eyes. You couldnât leave the Capitol, it was your home, and had been your familyâs home for years. You couldn't move to the districts, you wouldn't survive.
Your family had more than enough money and influence, but not as much as the Plinths. At this moment, you regretted befriending Sejanus. Sure, he was a sweet boy, but now his father was using you as a scapegoat to explain his son's inability to conform to Capitol standards and beliefs. All for simply agreeing with one of Sej's opinions.
You thought, for a moment, that this was it. You would never see the Capitol, or anyone in it, ever again, for the crime of having an opinion. You were a top student at the academy, set to be in the running for the Plinth Prize. How could they just kick you out of your home? You felt faint, overwhelmed with emotions, unsure of what to do, or even how to react.
"What's going on?" A voice interrupts your thoughts, and you let out a sigh of relief in recognition of the voice. Coriolanus Snow. He could get you out of this, he could easily explain that Sejanus was the rebel, not you. His family had more power and influence than the Plinths did, as they weren't from the districts.
"Miss Y/L/N here is about to be transported to District Two. She's a rebel. She's been filling Sejanus Plinth's head with anti-Capitol ideals, which Strabo isn't very pleased with. His son was supposed to make the Capitol his home, not turn against it." The peacekeeper explained to Coriolanus, and Coriolanus looked like he was in utter disbelief.
"Y/N?" Coriolanus spat out, "A rebel? Unlikely. If anybody is filling anyone's head with anti-Capitol ideals, it's Sejanus. Not Y/N." He states to the peacekeeper, hoping that he will believe the heir of the mighty house of Snow over district scum. The Plinths would never be Capitol, not really.
"Is that so?" The peacekeeper responds, "How is Miss Y/L/N not a rebel? Is there anything tying her to the Capitol, other than her family? Has she agreed to be married into a family of status?"
You couldn't believe that simply agreeing to be married into a family of status could keep you in the Capitol. That really couldn't prove anything, right?
"Yes, she is set to be married to me, upon our graduation from the Academy." You almost gasped in shock, not thinking that Coriolanus would come to your defense, lying for you in order to keep you in the Capitol. You held the gasp in though, and simply nodded your head.
"I am in love with him, sir. I wouldn't dare leave the Capitol, or say anything negative about it, when I have a man like Coriolanus to continue to show me the good that lies in the Capitol." You explain, stepping back to stand side by side with Coriolanus. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to his side, rubbing his fingers soothingly on your side.
"How could you insinuate that my future wife is anti-Capitol? That is simply preposterous." Snow spits out, rolling his eyes before continuing, "I would never marry a woman that was anti-Capitol. I wouldn't taint my future heir's blood with someone that stood against everything that I believe in. This is absurd."
Coriolanus made a very strong case for you, leaving very little room for the peacekeeper to argue. You knew you had to go along with his lie, and keep up the act, in order to save your place in Capitol society. You lean up, and press a light kiss to Coriolanus' cheek, smiling sweetly once you pull away.
"I see, I will relay this information to my superiors. In the mean time, Miss Y/L/N is to stay at your manor, Mister Snow. There will be a trial, you will be called to testify on Miss Y/L/N's character, and her personal ties to you. I am going to dismiss you both from classes for the rest of the day, and I will be by tomorrow to collect you both." The peacekeeper grunts, turning on his heel, leaving you and Coriolanus standing in the empty hallway.
"I cannot believe you would lie for me like that, Snow." You whisper to him, and he grins at you.
"Well, Y/N, I have always had an infatuation with you, as you know," You roll your eyes at him, knowing of the crush Snow harbored on you as children. "And I could not let that district scum Plinth take you away from me before I even had the opportunity to have you." He explains, and you blush in response to his words. You couldn't believe that he still, after all this time, was interested in you. You knew you were beautiful, sure, but not nearly as gorgeous as the other girls Coriolanus spent time with, like Clemensia, Livia, or Arachne.
"You... you want me?" You ask cautiously, still in shock of his confession.
"Yes, you foolish girl. I realize I have not made my true interest in you more pronounced in the past, but I was just thinking of bringing my proposal to your father. What I was telling the peacekeeper wasn't all lies, I want you to be my future wife." Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, not expecting a full on love confession from Coriolanus.
"Oh, Coryo." You whisper, looking directly into his eyes. You have always thought his eyes were one of his best features, and up close, you couldn't deny it. "I would love to be your wife." You smile at him sweetly, and you swear there is a blush on his cheeks, though you could never get him to admit to that.
"Really?" He asks, and you laugh, nodding. He then ducks his head, meeting your lips with a hesitant kiss. You press your lips back against his, hard, and he groans. You reach yours arms up, wrapping them lightly around his neck. You pull back for air, and press your forehead against his.
"I think we should go back to your apartment, so I can thank you. And show you that I am serious about wanting to become your wife." You tell him, and he groans again, thinking about all of the ways you could potentially thank him. You peck his lips once more, before he pulls away, gently guiding you to follow him.
As you both make the walk to the Snow's apartment, you talk about everything and anything, getting to know each other better. You both were serious, about wanting to marry each other, and if you were to marry, you should at least semi-court beforehand. And that involved a lot of getting to know each other: mind, body, and soul.
As he unlocked the door to the penthouse, you were slightly surprised to not see a fancy apartment. Rather, you saw a ramshackle place, that you could tell once held glory. You glanced at Coriolanus, who looked ashamed. You would never judge him, or his family's true financial situation, and you wanted to voice that to him. You didn't care that the Snows weren't as rich as they were before the war, all you cared about was Coriolanus. Besides, you could easily afford to pay for your future wedding, as well as help the Snow family out.
"Y/N..." Was all that Coriolanus was able to get out, before you started talking.
"Don't even bother, Coryo. I don't care that your family doesn't have as much money as it did before the war. I don't care at all about money. I know what I feel for you, and no amount of money that you have will change my feelings. Besides," You stop, worried that you may accidentally offend him with your offer, before continuing, "I could afford to pay for our wedding, and more, with all of my own money. You won't have to worry about a thing, darling. I could even help your family. I know that your cousin is a talented seamstress, and deserves more than what she has."
You see Coriolanus' jaw fall slack, before he cracks a smile you hadn't seen in years. It was beautiful, it was radiant, it was so Coryo, and you loved it.
"Really? You mean that, Y/N? You are not messing with me, are you?" He questions, worried that you did not mean a word you just told him, that you were simply toying with his heart.
"No, Coriolanus," You grab his hands in your small hands, yours quickly becoming engulfed by his large hands as he squeezes gently, "I am not messing with you. My father has a stupid amount of money, and I am his only child. I want to use the money I have for good. And helping your family is the good." You explain, wanting him to fully believe you. You would spend all of your allowance on him, if he wanted it. You had more than enough things that you knew he and his family merely wished for.
"Oh, darling. You are the sweetest woman in all of the Capitol, and you are all mine. Mine." He responds to your declaration, before leading you further into the apartment, and into his bedroom.
"All yours." You whisper, meeting his eyes. They were shining with unshed tears and love. You had never seen Coriolanus as a kind, loving man, as he was very guarded and reserved at the academy, only speaking when spoken to. However, you were so thankful that he trusted you enough to show that side of him, and it made your heart race.
He smiled at you once more, before speaking. "I remember you promising to thank me, and show me how you really feel about becoming mine, my darling." You knew that he wouldn't forget that you said that, and you were more than happy to show him how you cared for him.
You dropped to your knees in front of him, quickly unbuttoning his school uniform, and yanking the slacks down with the boxers he wore underneath. You gasped in shock at the size of his cock as it sprung up, slapping his stomach. He unbuttoned his top, quickly discarding in on the floor next to his bottoms, leaving him totally exposed for you, whilst you were still fully clothed. It felt powerful, him bare before you had everything on. He was surrendering himself to you, and you wanted to show your appreciation.
You peppered a few kisses to his thighs, before running your tongue up the entire length of his shaft. He was so long, so thick, you weren't entirely sure you would be able to fit him in your mouth. You had experience, sure, but you had never been with someone as large as Coriolanus.
He let out a low growl at the feeling of you tracing the vein that ran from bottom to top with your tongue, and you rewarded him by licking the slit of his cock, tasting his precome. Normally, the taste of a man's precome disgusted you, but his did not.
You then took the tip in your mouth gently, before hollowing your cheeks. You took him as far in your mouth as far as you could, feeling his cock bump into the back of your throat. You estimated he was about eight inches, with girth. You were one lucky woman, with a man that was far above average. You knew he would be able to pleasure you easily. But right now, all you were focused on was pleasuring him, thanking him for lying for you.
You bobbed your head up and down slowly, grabbing what you couldn't fit in your mouth with one of your hands, matching the bobs of your head with the twists of your wrist as you jerked the base of his dick. He was going crazy above you, letting out animalistic groans, hands fisted in your hair, gently tugging, as your worked your mouth over his cock.
You could tell he was close, by how loud his grunts got, and the way the hands tangled in your hair were pulling harder. You doubled down your efforts, moving your head up and down faster, making sure your hand was setting the same pace.
"Darling, I am so close. I am going to come down your throat." He warned you, panting. You didn't respond, continuing your efforts. You wanted him to come in your mouth, to truly thank him for being a kind man, at least a kind man to you. He came with a grunt, seed trickling in your throat, you swallowing it quickly.
Once he was done, you pulled off his cock, smiling sweetly up at him. He gently helped you onto your feet, making sure you were stable enough to stand after being on your knees.
"Thank you, my sweet." He told you earnestly, detangling the knots he had made in your hair with his gently with his fingers. You moaned at the sensation, and you could see his eyes turn dark at the sound you made.
He stopped running his fingers through your hair, instead setting his hands on your ass, pulling you to kiss him. The kiss was passionate, and you felt yourself beginning to dampen your panties. You pulled away from the embrace, panting heavily. You attempted to begin unbuttoning you uniform, but Coriolanus pushed your hands away.
"I want to undress you, darling. That's my job, from now on." He told you, removing both your top and bottoms, leaving you in your black, lacy bra and underwear. He groans at the sight of your breasts held up delicately in the bra, and hardens again instantly.
"May I?" He asks, his hands slipping to the clasp of your bra, waiting for your approval. When you nod, he unhooks it, gently pulling the straps down your arms, and tossing it somewhere you don't see.
Coriolanus lets out a grunt at the sight of your pretty breasts, bare for him. He kneads one experimentally, and you let out a noise of satisfaction. He smirks at your reaction, before stopping the ministration entirely. Instead, he sweeps you up, into his arms, carrying you over to his bed, gently settling you down in the center of it.
Clambering onto the bed next to you, he slips his thumbs into the waistband of your panties, meeting your eyes, searching for approval to remove them. When you nodded with a smile, he pulls them down your legs. Once they are fully removed, he spreads your thighs apart, revealing your glistening cunt to him.
He groans at the sight, and gently sweeps a finger through your folds, gathering your slick on the digit. He pops the digit into his mouth, making a noise of pleasure at the taste of you. That makes you gush a little more, pleased that Coriolanus likes the way you taste.
"Please, Coryo." You plead, "Take me. I'm yours. Please." You see him think for a moment, before climbing over top of you, muscular forearms holding him from crushing you with his weight.
"Oh darling, you are all mine. I can't wait to feel my tight little pussy clenching for me. Mine." He whispers hotly in your ear.
You grab his cock, pumping it a few times, then position the head at your entrance for him, and meet his eyes. He thrusts in, harder than you expected, immediately bumping into your cervix. You both let out noises of pleasure, overwhelmed with the feeling of one another. He begins thrusting rapidly, grunting at your slick coating his cock.
You were squeezing him like a vice, and he didn't want to embarrass himself by coming too quickly, before you could even meet your own end. He angled his hips, and slammed directly into the spot deep inside of you that had you seeing stars. You screamed, rapidly approaching your orgasm at the feeling of his dick stretching you out, slamming into your g-spot roughly.
Reaching a hand down your body, you rubbed at your clit roughly, and you feel your peak approaching. "Coryo!" You moan, "I'm so close. I need to come."
"I am close as well, my sweet. I promise, I will make you feel oh so good. Come for me" He smirks, continuing to pound into your tight heat.
"Oh! Coryo!" You scream, coming undone on his cock, your spend quickly forming a frothy circle around his dick as he continued driving into you, attempting to reach his own end.
"Please, come inside." You whimper out, and that was all he needed, spurting deep inside of you. You begin to feel faint from the overstimulation, but you fight it, and Coriolanus pulls out of you gently, the mix of your spend and his spilling out, onto your thighs and onto the bed sheets.
He climbed off of you, rolling you onto your side, before pulling you to his close, your back to his chest. You were both breathing heavily, and laid in silence for several minutes, until your breathing returned to normal.
"That was a perfect thank you, my future wife." Coriolanus whispers into your ear as you cuddle, basking in the after glow of your activities.
"I'm glad, my future husband. Thank you for everything you said today, Coryo. I mean it. I would probably be on the train right now, going to district two, if it wasn't for you, and your intelligent brain." You say, pressing back closer to him.
"It was no problem, my sweet. I knew I couldn't let that Plinth boy take you away from me, because of his own stupidity. That isn't your fault, and trust me when I say, the Plinth family will be dealt with." He tells you, eyes narrowing in anger.
"It's alright, Coryo." You attempt to soothe him, turning slightly to press a kiss to his sweaty chest, and he grunts back at you. "I'm still here, with you, my darling. There is nothing to deal with, I promise."
"He tried to take you from me. He knew I liked you, and lied to his father, to get rid of you. He thought by getting rid of you, he could get to me, without another in the way." Coriolanus tells you, and you gasp in shock. You didn't want to believe the words that were just spoken, but it wouldn't surprise you.
You knew Sejanus wanted more of Coriolanus' friendship than he had, and it didn't surprise you that he thought you were in the way of that. Sejanus was friends with both of you, or so you thought. He knew that his one best friend liked his other friend, and so he sought to destroy it. How truly awful.
"Oh, Coriolanus. I wish you had just told me that you liked me, rather than keep it a secret. Maybe this wouldn't have had to happen like this." You tell him, reaching a hand up to ruffle his curls. "I'm just glad you were there today, and defended me. I am no rebel, you know that." You giggled, continuing to run your fingers through his curls.
"You are a rebel, you are my rebel." He tells you, leaning into your touch. You blush at his words, before letting out another giggle.
You may not be the anti-Capitol rebel that the Plinths tried to pin you as, but you were a rebel in the way you loved Coriolanus Snow without a care in the world, money be damned. And that rebellious love that Coriolanus was able to tame was the only thing that mattered.
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I absolutely fell in love with your wiring babe!!!
Can you do one where Coriolanus and fem!reader have been in an established relationship but theyâve never gotten intimate before so after a year of dating theyâre hanging out at coryoâs place and a kiss turns into lore and coryo indicates he wants to go further but reader is a bit intimidated considering sheâs never done it before and coryo is a bit experienced because readerâs like 18 and coryoâs like 21? Thank you sm!!!
thank you so much for your kind words sweet anon! of course i can! ! i bumped their ages just a bit up to 19 and 22 so there is no morality issues with them being 17 and 20 when they started dating! hope thatâs okay with you, anon! enjoy xoxo âĄ
cherry.
(university!coriolanus x younger!virgin!f!reader)
summary: she may love her man, but somethingâs holding her back from doing more with him.
cw: younger reader (reader is 19, coryo is 22), sweet!coryo, heavy kissing, dry humping, oral (f receiving), creampie, soft sex, cuddling, aftercare (kinda??)
Today had been more than enough for you. With your first semester at the University coming to a close, with final exams, you were beyond stressed, and all you wanted to do was curl up with your boyfriend and take a nap.
You quickly make your way to the Snowâs apartment, not wanting to waste any precious time that the two of you could have together. You knew that you would have to have dinner at home tonight, in celebration of you completing your first semester. Your parents were beyond proud of you, and your academic achievements, and you couldnât spend the night at Coriolanusâ, even though youâd much rather spend time with him.
âDarling?â You say as you open the door to the apartment, looking around for the blonde head of your boyfriend. You find him in the kitchen, holding a cup of tea.
âHello, my love.â He greets you warmly, before passing you the mug with the press of a kiss to the top of your head. You smile, feeling so overwhelmed with love for your boyfriend. He knew you so well, that chamomile tea was one of the ways you relaxed.
âThank you.â You whispered, taking a sip of the tea. You couldnât believe that Coryo was yours sometimes, with how thoughtful and generous he was towards you. He showed you a love that you didnât think still existed.
âYou are very welcome, my dear.â He responds, before gently taking your hand and leading you into his (and yours most nights of the week) room. Gently shutting the door, Coryo turned the dim light on, which was used to soothe the migraine you usually had after class.
You walked to your side of the bed, setting the mug down on the nightstand that was beside the bed, and you began to change into more comfortable clothes, while your boyfriend watched from his side of the bed. You then climbed into the bed into Coryoâs waiting embrace.
You hummed in relief, finally at ease after a long day. You gently inhaled, curling up on your boyfriendâs chest as he ran a hand slowly up and down over the rungs of your spine, trying his best to soothe you.
âI missed you this week.â He tells you quietly, continuing his gentle ministrations on your back.
You usually spent the night (and most of the day), but for the past week, you had spent every night hunched over your desk at home, studying. Coriolanus had told you to come study at his apartment with him, so you werenât alone all night, but you couldnât. You knew if you tried, you wouldâve been too distracted by your handsome boyfriend to do any actual studying, which wouldnât fare well for your grades. Your grades were super important to you, and not even Coryo could have you skipping study sessions.
âI missed you too, Coryo. I missed your strong arms holding me at night.â You giggled, remembering your inability to fall asleep this week, even after being up for twenty hours straight, without your boyfriendâs strong frame holding you close. It was almost embarrassing, the way you were so dependent on him for even the most basic of actions, like sleeping.
âAnd I missed you keeping me warm at night. How are you always so warm?â He joked. You knew that he was always so cold, no matter what, and holding you always soothed him, as you were always warm. It worked out for the pair of you, creating the perfect temperature you both desired.
âMy body just holds a normal temperature, Snow.â You bite back, pressing a kiss to his jaw. He let out a deep groan at the feeling of your lips against his skin. He hadnât kissed you all week, and he was feeling needy.
âWant something?â You tease, and he instantly pulls you to meet his lips. You love kissing Coriolanus. He treats you like the delicate woman you are, but also allows for some of your not-so-innocent side to come out.
He sits up, and pulls your thighs apart to straddle his own, and deepens the kiss. His hands slide down, grasping your ass firmly as you continue to kiss. He squeezes your ass, and you let out a moan at the feeling. Heâd only done that a few times, but every time it felt so good.
He takes advantage of your mouth ever so slightly opening, sliding his tongue against yours. The kiss turns frantic, and you experimentally slide your hips against his thigh, pressing down. He lets out a groan, and you can feel the tent in his pants through your shorts and panties. It excites you, but it also terrifies you.
You had never had sex, and Coryo was your first real boyfriend. You had met when you had turned eighteen, on your first day at the University. You were a little lost on finding a classroom, and he had so kindly offered to help you find it. From then on, you two had been together, even though it took two months of constant flirting for him to finally ask you to be his. He was hesitant, as he had just turned twenty one, and being with someone three years his junior, especially whilst at University, was daunting. It seemed wrong, you were still so innocent, had never even been kissed.
You wanted him (and you knew he wanted you) but at the same time, you didnât. You knew that virginity was a social construct, but it still was special to you, even if Coriolanus was also special to you, you were so afraid after being told (and overhearing) many horror stories by other girls in your class.
You tried it again, and Coryo gripped your hips, halting your movements. âDarling, if you continue, I may not be able to stop.â He hotly whispers into your ear, and you tense up. He notices this immediately, and looks apologetic. âIâm sorry, my dove. I have gotten carried away. We donât have to do anything you donât want to do. You are in control here. What would you like to do?â
âIâŚI want to keep doing what we were just doing. It feels so good for me, Coryo. I donât know if Iâm ready to have real sex yet. Iâm sorry, I donât mean to be a tease.â You tell him earnestly, eyes downcast with a matching pout upon your lips.
âDarling, you do not need to apologize to me. Whatever you feel comfortable doing, I am just fine with doing. Whatever makes you feel good. And, it feels good for me, too.â He smiles, and you nod. You should have expected this, he was always the gentleman, letting you take the lead on everything in the relationship. You knew he had experience, and you were grateful that he wasnât controlling or demanding of you.
âThank you for being so understanding, Coryo.â You tell him, resuming your movements, pushing your clothed cunt down and grinding on his clothed cock.
The pressure from the grinding feels so good, and when you move, you can feel him pressing against your clit through your panties. You feel animalistic as you speed up your movements, chasing that feeling deep in your stomach. It feels like a coil tightening, and you want him to make it snap.
He begins meeting your movements, pressing his cock up while you press your cunt down, and the groans that fall from his lips lead to your own pants and moans. Soon enough, you feel something inside of you snap, and you drench your panties with your juices, soaking his pants, too. You keep moving, though, knowing that you had just orgasmed. You wanted your boyfriend to feel the same pleasure.
Your rapid movements, along with the feeling of your juices soaking in his pants, make him reach his peak mere moments after you, grunting out your name. You both fall back, laying down, you directly on top of him, both breathing heavily. You collect your thoughts for a moment, allowing both of your heart rates to resume to normal.
âI think⌠I think I want more.â You tell him honestly, smiling. He smirks back, he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, but he hadnât wanted to pressure you, waiting until you were ready.
âIf youâre sure, dove.â He waits for your nod, before rolling you over onto your back. He attacks your lips with kisses, trailing down to your neck, and to your collarbone.
He leaves a few love bites, and you shake your head at him. âHow on earth am I supposed to hide these?â You jokingly chastise him, and he just rolls his eyes at you. You loved when he left his mark on your skin, even though this was only the third time of him doing it. It served you a reminder of him when you werenât physically together, and you loved it.
He looks up, meeting your eyes. âIs it alright if I take this off?â He gestures to your (his) shirt that you were currently wearing. You quickly nod your approval, and he gently pulls it up, over your head. He had expected you to be wearing a bra underneath, but instead, he was met with your bare breasts. He lets out a groan, quickly leaning down to suck a nipple gently, swirling his tongue around the rapidly hardening bud.
You let out a series of mewls of pleasure, arching your back against the bed. Carefully, he lays himself over top of you, forearms holding him up so that he does not crush you. He switches breasts, lavishing both with equal attention. You grip the edge of his shirt, pulling it up until he gets the message, quickly pulling it off and throwing it somewhere you donât see.
He continues kissing down your body, worshipping, until he reaches the waistband of your shorts. He looks up for approval, and you simply smile, and he gently brings the shorts down, over your ankles, and finally off, joining his shirt somewhere. You then reach to unbutton his pants, and he finishes the job for you, leaving the both of you in just underwear.
âAre you sure?â He asks you, giving you once last chance to back out, and change your mind.
âYes.â You respond, smiling at him, and he smiles back.
He removes the panties, and groans at the sight of your wet heat. He palms himself through his boxers, before sliding further down the bed, so that his face was eye level with your cunt. Your heart was beating rapidly in anticipation, and when he licks that first stripe from the bottom to your clit, you let out a sharp gasp. It felt so unlike anything you had ever felt before, you never wanted it to stop.
Grasping the back of his head with both of your hands, you held him in place, and you could see him smirk. He knew you would enjoy this, and he was so glad you were taking charge. He circled your clit slowly, and you couldnât take the teasing anymore.
âPlease, Coryo. More. I donât know what, but more.â You begged of him, and he then began eating at your cunt like he was a feral animal that hadnât eaten in days, licking and sucking and it felt so so so good. You almost couldnât take it, and you felt yourself quickly approaching your second orgasm of the night.
You could see him humping against the bed as he ate you out, desperate for some friction of his own. Just the sight of that alone, alongside his tongue dipping inside your dripping hole had you coming, and loudly at that. You screamed, clenching your legs around his head, coating his face with your juices.
Once you had relinquished the pressure of your legs, he brought his head out, and made eye contact with you. âFeel good, princess?â
âNo, it felt awful.â You teased, ruffling his curls with your fingertips. âOf course it did, Coryo. But now, I want you to feel good.â
With that, you urged him back up the bed, and slipped your small hand into his boxers, grabbing his cock. Your fingers barely fit all the way around, and after experimentally pumping it once, you could tell it was long.
âTake your boxers off.â You told him, leaving no room for argument. He pulled them off, and your eyes widened at the sight of his cock, long, thick and painfully hard. You had felt it, sure, but seeing it was a totally different ordeal.
âIs that⌠Is that going to fit inside of me?â You let out with a laugh, looking up at him.
âYes, princess. It may take some work, and some time, but I promise, it will fit.â He replies, looking so seriously at you.
You smile in response, and without further preamble, grab his cock, pumping it up and down. You surprise him, and he lets out a series of low groans that have the heat pooling up in your stomach one more. Once you are satisfied that you feel confident to take his cock inside of you, you seize your pumping.
âIâm ready to try, darling. Please, please be gentle. Donât hurt me.â You plead, pouting lightly.
âI wouldnât dream of hurting you, my dove. Just tell me if it gets to be too much. I will stop, I promise you that.â
With that, he slots his cock to line up with your drenched hole, and gently begins to press in. When you tense up after the first three inches, he stops immediately, meeting you eyes.
âJust give me one second, please.â You tell him, and he nods, waiting for you to tell him to continue pushing in. Once you do, he continues slowly sliding his cock into you, until he is fully surrounded by your tight, wet heat. He groans at the feeling, almost overwhelmed by how tight youâre squeezing him.
âIs it alright if I move, princess?â He asks, and you nod. He starts his movements off very slowly, trying his best not to hurt you by starting off too quickly, by getting too excited about finally being inside you.
Itâs only when you beg him to give you more, that his pace quickens, and you can feel him push against a spot inside of you that makes you gush.
You had heard some girls talking about that spot, the g-spot, and how their lovers had never been able to find it. How lucky were you, your man was able to find it with ease. You moaned and gasped and writhed around, loving the feeling of his cock pounding relentlessly inside of you, hitting your g-spot every thrust.
You bring your two of your fingers down to your clit, circling it roughly while Coriolanus pounds into you, and you begin to see stars. You feel so overwhelmed, and clench around his cock. He lets out a groan, and is panting as he continues to fuck into you.
âIâm so close!â You scream, and he nods his head, not letting up. As you reach your peak, you look into his eyes, impossibly blue, and continue moaning.
You feel yourself come, but it felt like you had used the bathroom. There was so much liquid, you felt embarrassed. Coriolanus grunted as he continued his thrusts into you, and he didnât let up until you felt him spurt deep inside of you. He slowly halted his movements, pulling out of you carefully as if not to hurt you further.
âWhatâs that liquid?â You asked him, confused and embarrassed. You had never done that the few times you fingered yourself, and were shocked.
âYou squirted, my love. Itâs totally normal, it just means your body felt so good it got overwhelmed.â He explains, running his fingers through your hair. You just nodded, allowing him to roll onto his side, pulling you flush against him, spooning.
You loved cuddling like this normally, but now, it felt all the more intimate. You had just given a part of yourself to your beautiful boyfriend, and you felt so good. Your body was so at peace, and you heard Coryo let out little snores. You realized he had fallen asleep, overexerted from your activities. You then allowed yourself to fall asleep in his arms, content with your first time.
So much for just taking a nap.
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(young president!coriolanus x young!f!plinth!reader)
summary: the president takes notice of Sejanusâ much younger sister, at one of his galas, and cannot let her go.
cw: plinth!reader, innocent!reader, virgin!reader, sejanus lives (and is still friends with coryo), age-gap (coryo is 28, reader is are 18), strabo is a shitty father, sweet!coryo (but only to you), heavy smut, creampie, soft sex, pet names (little one, little dove, darling, etc), cuddling, lmk if i missed anything!
Your eyes adjusted to the darkness inside the Presidential Mansion, a stark contrast to the still-setting sun outside. Your arm is tightly linked with your brother, Sejanusâ arm, as you make your way to the table. You donât know anyone at this event, not really.
Youâre far too young, the next youngest people at the gala are brotherâs age, and even still, Sej is 10 years older than you. It makes you feel queasy, knowing most of these men in attendance are nearly old enough to be your father, and they are all staring at you.
Staring at you like youâre a fine piece of meat, and theyâre starving for a taste.
You sit down next to your brother, and quickly survey the other guests seated at your table. Clemensia Dovecoat, Festus Creed, Livia Cardew, Persephone Price. All your brotherâs age, no one younger. You want to shrink back into your seat, become invisible.
You have no idea why your brother invited you to attend this Gala with him, but you have a feeling it was not with the purest intentions. As you graduated from the Academy, both your parents and your brother were pushing for you to find a suitor, to further better the Plinth name. Frankly, you couldnât find it in yourself to give a damn, you were far more worried about being successful at the University to find a husband.
âHello.â A familiar, yet unfamiliar voice breaks you from your reverie. Coriolanus Snow, or should I say President Snow, you think. You couldnât lie to yourself, he was a very attractive man. Having been very young when your brother began bringing him around to your familyâs manor, you only had some vague memories of Coriolanus, however, he has been a close friend to Sejanus, so heâs been around your vicinity for years.
I wouldnât mind marrying him, your thoughts betray every fiber of your being, who you are. You are an independent woman, you donât need a man, you need to do well at the University, and score a job. Not fawn over the President of Panem. Oh well, you think, he wouldnât want anything to do with someone as young as me.
âHello, Coriolanus.â Your brother greets him warmly, then lightly touching your arm, âI donât know if you remember my sister, Y/N, but Iâve invited her as my guest tonight.â
âHello, Mister President.â You say, wanting to roll your eyes at the pomposity of the statement you just spoke. You quickly scanned Coriolanus, and you were not disappointed. Blonde hair slicked back, beautiful blue eyes, a tight crimson suit that perfectly accented the muscular frame you were sure was underneath it.
âNo need for the formalities, Ms. Plinth, just call me Coryo.â He responds, giving you (and your body) a quick glance in return. You want to blush at his actions, but you restrain yourself.
âThen call me Y/N, Coryo, Ms. Plinth is much too formal for me.â You bite back, cracking him a smile. He returns it, before turning to your brother.
âMind if I borrow your sister for a dance, Sej?â He asks your brother, missing the wicked glare that Livia sends you. Youâre not sure why sheâs upset with you. You knew the President was a single man, which was a rarity in the politicians in Panem. But, youâre no where near his age range. He wouldnât want you like that, right? He would want someone like Livia, perfect and his age.
âOf course not, thank you for being so kind to her. Sheâs a little overwhelmed with the gala, as is to be expected. Sheâs never been to one this formal before.â Sejanus tells Coryo, and you smile weakly, standing up, wobbling slightly in the heels that were a little too high for you.
Coriolanus rounds the table, grasping your hand lightly in his much larger one, leading you to the dance floor in the center of the room. He circles his arms around your waist easily, and you reach up to circle yours around his neck. He begins swaying you gently in time with the music before opening his mouth to speak.
âI donât remember Sejanus mentioning that he had such a beautiful sister.â He whispers to you, leaning his head down so you could hear his words. He was well over a half a foot taller than you, even with you in your heels. That thought was dizzying.
You blush in response to his words, ducking your head. But you donât stay that way for any more than a moment, as he brings two of his fingers under your chin, before lifting your chin up, to meet his gaze. âI mean it, dove. Youâre simply stunning.â
The flattery was almost too sickly sweet, but you relished in it. âThank you, Coryo.â You couldnât think of anything else to say, you had never been in a situation like this. Sure, the boys from the Academy thought you were pretty, but they were nothing compared to the President of Panem.
âYou are very welcome, darling. Tell me, how old are you? I cannot remember your dear brother ever mentioning your age.â There it is, you thoughts begin ruining the moment, he will no longer be interested in you once he finds out you are so young.
âI just turned eighteen, I am set to become a student at the University in the fall.â You look into his eyes, expecting to see something, a wavering of interest, anything. But instead, you see nothing.
âI see.â Is all he says, continuing to sway to the music, holding you. His grip tightens lightly, as more people make their way to the dance floor, like he doesnât want to lose you to someone else, some other man. Like anyone would dare attempt to snatch you away from the President of all people.
âI was expecting you to be a bit older,â He continues, giving you another look, throughly analyzing every part of your body, âEspecially when Strabo mentioned to me a potential love match in his darling daughter.â
Itâs like a bomb has gone off, shattering your world around you. Of course he wasnât really interested in you, foolish girl, you think. It was set up, so you could finally find the suitable husband your father had been discussing since it had been deemed socially acceptable to do so.
âA potential⌠what?â You spat out, not harshly, just in surprise. You couldnât believe this was happening.
âLove match, darling. But, you may be just a bit too young for me.â He tells you, shattering your heart just a bit. You knew he was too old for you, no matter the attraction you felt for him. Not to mention that your father was simply trying to better the position of the family name by attempting to marrying you off to him.
You werenât sure what to feel. You wanted Coriolanus, in ways a woman of your social standing shouldnât. Especially given the age difference that was present between the two of you, however, there was no denying his pure masculine beauty. There was still that thought in the back of your mind that by engaging yourself with Coriolanus, you would be pleasing your father and his wishes for you. In this moment, you knew everything you felt about Coryo would override the disdain you had for pleasing your father.
âIâm not too young.â You almost whine back at him, a light pout forming on your lips as you stare into his impossibly blue eyes. You didnât want him to see you as too young, you wanted him to see you as just another woman. Who cares that he was nearly ten years older than you?
âIs that so, princess?â He chastises you jokingly, before continuing, âYou said you were eighteen, right?â He waits for you to nod, then resumes, âWell, do the arithmetic, little one. If I am twenty eight, and you are eighteen, that leaves us with a ten year difference.â
âI donât care about that Coryo.â You find yourself frustrated. You wanted him, especially after all of the praise he had given you. Right now, in this moment, the ten years between the two of you didnât matter. âI find myself rather attracted to you.â You tell him, honestly.
âIs that so, little one?â He asks, smirking at your words. He knew he could mold you into the perfect little wife, so young, so innocent still, unlike the women his age, who already knew what they wanted and simply wanted him for the money and glory that came along with marrying the President.
âYes, please. I want you. My father was right, about the potential love match. Please, donât leave me to marry some other man that isnât twice the man that you are. I know I am young, but that doesnât matter. Iâm old enough to know what I want. Please, Coryo.â
You beg him, not sure exactly why you wanted him so bad. You had just really met him after all. But he was so attractive, so powerful. Something about him enticed you, and you didnât want to let it go before anything could even potentially happen, before you could see where it progressed between the two of you.
âIf youâre so sure, little one. However, this is a conversation we should have somewhere more private, away from prying eyes.â He tells you, raising your hopes ever so slightly. He wasnât outwardly telling you no, and that you were absolutely too young for him.
Silently, he seizes swaying instead turning you so that you are pressed tightly to his side, one arm firmly grasped around your back, the other arm falling to his side as he led you out the doors to the ballroom, further into the Mansion, and into what you could only assume was his bedroom, gently closing and locking the door behind him, not unnoticed by you.
He is silent for a moment, before speaking, âYou mentioned other men. You are going to be mine, little dove. No other men matter to you. Iâve been aware of your age this whole night, and your father and I have been discussing this chance meeting between us for some time now.â
You want to feel disappointed, or disgusted. Your father and Coriolanus, going behind your back, planning your future without a say from you. Planning when you would meet, when would be the right time. You had so many thoughts swirling in your head, it was overwhelming.
âHow. Long.â You spat out at him, visibly upset. You wanted him, sure. But if he had been going behind your back, and truly knew of you well before you knew of him, you werenât as sure. It felt almost predatory, knowing you were barely legal.
âJust over a year, darling.â His words made you want to vomit. Before you were legal. Your father, planning a marriage to a man ten years your senior, when you werenât even legally able to be married, or have intercourse. You started to sway on your feet, feeling faint. You couldnât believe it.
Coriolanus reached out a strong arm, steadying you, before grasping your hand and pulling you to sit on the edge of the bed. With you sitting, and he standing, the height difference became even more pronounced. You had to crane your neck to meet his eyes, even when you did not want to.
âA year.â You started, thinking for a moment, choosing your next words carefully. âMy father has been meeting with you for a year, to discuss marriage. When I wasnât even legal!â You yelled at him from your seated position, not feeling stable enough to attempt standing.
âI know itâs wrong, little one. And I am sorry. I only learned of you not being eighteen last night. This entire time, up until last night, I thought you were already eighteen, or older. Your father never mentioned your exact birthday, only that you were of marriage age.â
Your rage for Coriolanus dissipated, the only anger that remained was for your father. You couldnât take it out on Coryo, who didnât know you were underage for most of the planning, not until it didnât matter. He was just as innocent as you.
âItâs alright.â You kept your statement concise, not sure what else to say, without bursting out into tears. You could already feel them welling in your eyes, and you begged them not to fall.
The tears didnât do unnoticed by Coriolanus, who looks taken aback at the thought of you crying. âDonât cry, little one. Itâs alright, I assure you. I am going to give you some space, and some time alone. You are to wait here, however. I am not forcing you, but I would prefer we continue this conversation when you are ready.â
He leans down, and presses a small kiss against the crown of your head gently before making his way toward the door, grabbing the knob.
âWait,â You start, tears starting to fall at the thought of him leaving you alone. âStay, please.â You beg.
âSweetheart, I canât. I need to give you space to think. I donât want to force this upon you.â He tells you honestly, turning the knob.
âBut why?â You state, petulant like a child. The child that you still practically are. âJust stay here, with me. Iâve already made up my mind.â You say, standing back up onto your feet, making the few steps to the door, grasping his upper arm gently.
âI canât.â He says simply, not moving. He looks almost conflicted on right or wrong in this moment. Your lip begins to wobble, as you think about him leaving you.
âBut why, Coryo? I already made up my mind. My father may have hid the truth about my age from you, but I want you. Please.â You plead with him, willing him to stay in this room with you.
âIâm way too old for you, my love.â Coriolanus stops turning the knob, though. Standing, waiting for you to speak again. He had to at least partially hear you out, and he wanted to know your rationale.
âAnd what if I donât care if you are far too old for me?â It was your last feeble attempt at getting him to stay. If he wanted to stay, it was up to him now. You werenât going to plead with him, he was a grown man.
âI can see how much you would prefer it if I stay.â He says with a sigh, pulling you into his arms, his warm embrace surrounding you with a feeling you had never acted upon before.
âCoryo,â You whisper, âI want you. I want you so bad.â His eyes widen in surprise at your words, confused on what exactly you meant by wanting him.
âWhat do you mean, little one?â He doesnât get the chance to do anything but whisper back that sentence before you were leaning up on your tiptoes, and your lips pressed against his, hard. He doesnât fight you, quickly kissing back.
He adjusts you so that your back is up against the door, and your fronts are pressed together tightly, without breaking the kiss. He runs his hand along the curves of your waist, before bringing his hands to cup your ass lightly. You let out a gasp, and he uses that to his advantage and slips his tongue into your mouth, tongues tangling.
He then drops his hands to below your knees, sweeping you into his arms, and carrying you back to the bed. He disconnects the kiss, with a whine falling from your lips, lightly setting you down on the bed.
âAre you sure, little dove? I can stop if you arenât sure.â You appreciated his concern in this moment, but all you wanted was him. You vocalized that to him, and he smiled. He pulled you, so that your feet were dangling off the edge of the bed, where he was still standing. Getting down on his knees at your feet, he gently unbuckled the heel, and removed it from your foot, one foot at a time. As he removed the shoe, he ran a hand over the soft skin, before pressing a kiss to the sole of your foot.
He kissed his way up your legs, up to your thighs, being met with the skirt of your dress. He flipped the skirt up, over your hips, and met your eyes again as his hands made their way to the edge of your underwear.
âStill alright, little one?â He asked, thumbs in the band of the underwear, waiting for permission to pull them down. You nodded at him, with a weak grin. Coriolanus smiled back at you, before pulling the panties down your legs, over your ankles.
He spread your legs, so that your wet heat was visible to him. He grinned, before leaning down and licking a teasing stripe up your pussy, You moaned lewdly, legs closing around his head, locking him in place. He continued his broad licks, eventually moving to circle your clit until you were twitching. He stuck his tongue inside of your hole a few times, and that was enough. You gushed around his tongue, quickly becoming overstimulated and pushing his head away.
As he brought his head out from between your thighs, you noticed his face was covered in your juices, and you laughed. He cracked a smile at you, allowing you to breathe for a few moments together. He gently helped you to your feet, to your confusion for a moment, until he spun you so that he could unzip your dress.
Once you were fully bared to him, dress gently placed on a chair in the corner, he began to undress for you. The suit jacket first, then the button up, revealing his pale yet well formed chest that had you licking your lips in anticipation. His shoes were toed off, and socks removed too. He leaned in and kissed you sweetly before removing his slacks and boxers, cock springing up, very obviously hard, the tip nearly purple as he looked at you.
You felt intimidated. You were a virgin, and his cock was so long, and so thick. You knew it was going to hurt, and you hoped he wouldnât let it hurt you too bad.
âCoryo,â You whispered, âIâm a virgin.â He stopped, and looked you directly in the eyes.
âThatâs alright, little one. Iâll be careful, so so gentle. I promise.â He tells you earnestly, and you smile at him, nodding. You trusted him, he had never lied to you before, not willingly.
He gently pushed you back onto the bed, before climbing on top of you, his strong forearms next to your head. He grabbed his cock, positioning it with your hole, before gently beginning to push in.
You flinched at the intrusion, body wincing at the pain from his cock splitting you open. Tears sprung back into your eyes, and he stopped pushing in, giving you a moment to adjust. He kissed you, making out lightly for a moment.
âYou can keep going.â You said, breaking the kiss. You hissed as he kept pushing, but eventually, he was fully sheathed inside of you, and the sting had dulled down to a pressure inside of you. You looked down, and you could see a faint outline of his cock on your stomach and you smirked.
âLook, darling.â You directed him to where you were looking and he smirked back at you.
âLook at you, little one. Your body is taking me so beautifully.â He responded beginning slow, thrusts in and out, keeping tempo.
âPlease, Coryo. More!â You begged him, and he began thrusting faster, pressing into a spot inside of you that made you see stars. You moaned loudly at that feeling, his cock slamming into it every time he thrust back in. You couldnât stop letting out little noises of pleasure, it felt too good. He let out little grunts too, praising you for taking him so well, being such a good little girl.
âRub your clit for me, darling.â He directed you, breathing becoming heavier, thrusts more erratic. You could tell he was close, but you wanted to orgasm with him. You rubbed your clit harshly, moaning, and tightening around his cock.
âIâm so close!â You cried out, circling faster as he continued to pound in and out of you.
âAs am I, little one.â He grunted back. âCome for me, darling. Iâll come for you.â
You allowed yourself to come, soaking his cock with his juices, and he spurted deep inside of you. He groaned as he pulled out, immediately missing the tight warmth of your cunt.
âYou did fantastic, love.â He tells you, falling nearly on top of you, worn from the excursion. You gently scratch his scalp with your fingers, soothing him.
âI should be telling you that,â You laugh, continuing to massage his head.
âYou are mine now, darling.â He grunts, completely blissed out, resting his head on your chest. âAge does not matter to me, little one.â
âThatâs what Iâve been telling you.â You rolled your eyes, smiling at him. âI am to be yours, forever.â
âMine.â He agrees. You donât say anything back, basking in the afterglow. After tonight, you know that your future plans have shifted, and you couldnât find it in you to care. You still had that independent woman in you, but now, with a powerful man by your side. Youâd found yourself a wonderful man in the President of Panem, and you didnât plan on letting him go.
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summary: he may keep hurting you, but something keeps you from leaving .
tw: coryo is NOT a good person at all here. no delusion about it. was listening to lana and couldnât help but write this. cw: 18+! name calling, slapping, fingering, semi-public sex, creampie, pet names (love, dove, darling, etc.), fingering, breeding kink, manipulation, threats. lmk if i missed something!
You didnât think you were doing anything wrong, not truly. Just a little teasing never hurt your man, right? Sure, it was a very publicized gala, but Coryo was your man. Itâs what wives do for husbands.
It started out like most nights. You got ready for a public outing, doing your hair and makeup to the nines, dressing to impress your husband. You couldnât find yourself giving a damn about what Panem had to say about how you looked, only your husband. You even put on the dress he requested, sans the panties he had asked you to wear. It would be a nice surprise, right?
âDarling,â Coryo starts, rubbing his hand slowly up under the edge of your dress as you sat on his lap, smiling politely to all the guests around you. You looked so overwhelmed, and he would do the good husbandly thing, help you take the edge off.
âYes, Coryo?â You gently responded, body already responding to his ministrations, and you couldnât wait for him to find out the secret you had planned for him. He drew in a short breath as he reached further, expecting the barrier of your panties, instead, finding nothing blocking him from your wet cunt.
âWhatâs this, my little dove?â He asks you, more gently than you had assumed he would. You had intended to rile him up, get him to act a little rough with you. He had been having a long, difficult week, and you had wanted him to take his frustrations out on you. It was what a good wife did for her husband.
âYour surprise, my love.â You told him, wriggling a bit in his lap at the feeling of his long fingertips brushing up against your core.
âYou know I donât prefer it when you leave our home without panties on, my love.â He harshly gripped your thigh, seizing his movement near where you wanted it most.
âI know, but I wanted to upset you. I want you to take your anger out on me. I know my darling husband has had an awful week, and I wanted to be your outlet.â You told him, smirking when he looked flustered at your words.
âOh, so you wanted to be a little whore.â He released his harsh grip on your thigh, instead choosing to grasp your small arm with his large hand. So large in fact, that his hand fit all the way around your arm.
He left no room for argument, forcing you to stand up, then he followed suit, practically dragging you to a private bathroom. Locking the door, his eyes met yours for the first time since discovering your secret.
He stalked up to you, towering over your small frame. He was nearly a foot taller than you, and you knew he could do just about anything to you, and you would have no power to stop it. But why would you? Youâre his lovely little wife, sometimes he needs to punish you to keep you in line.
He reached his hand up, and slapped you. You recoiled at first, the pain of the blow almost too much for you to handle. But you deserved it. You upset your husband, and he was just keeping you in line. You almost wanted to moan, the pain you received from your husband was almost equal to the pleasure you received from him. He made sure of that early on in the relationship.
âIâm sorry, Coryo.â You apologized, reaching up to where he had slapped, feeling the heat of the impact.
âItâs alright, my dove. I just expected more from you, you know.â That was what you hated most about his punishing, knowing that he had excepted better of you, and you had failed to meet his expectations.
You said nothing, waiting for him to make the next move. You didnât want to disappoint him further, because you know if you did, you would begin to cry. All you wanted was to please him, and earn his approval.
He harshly spun you around, unbuttoning the dress he had chosen for the evening, the buttons reaching all the way down to the top of your ass, which is how he preferred the dresses be styled.
âI know you were just trying to be so, so good for me, my love.â He said, petting your hair lightly, before yanking to dress off, down your legs, before throwing it away somewhere you couldnât see.
âThis wonât fully be a punishment, as I know my good girl is in there. Iâm not mad, Iâm just disappointed.â He said with a sigh, unbuttoning his slacks, pulling them down with his boxers just enough that his cock sprung out, already painfully hard for you.
You had thought he was going to start fucking you right away, but you had been wrong. He gently slipped his fingers in between your legs, circling your clit with a few harsh movements. You let out a breathy, high pitched moan in delight, not expecting him to give you any pleasure whatsoever. After all, you hadnât respected his wishes.
âMy dove, moaning so beautifully for me. Iâm so very lucky that you havenât left me. I know youâve written your parents, wondering about leaving, and going home. Iâm so glad you havenât, otherwise I would have to find you, and punish you worse than I ever have.â He surprise you with his statement. You didnât know he knew about the letters you had written, as you had asked one of the avoxes to discreetly send them. You shouldâve known better, not to trust the avoxes when it came to Coriolanus.
You just moaned in response, writhing around in a pitiful attempt in gaining more friction. Coriolanus tskâd you, grasping your thigh with his free hand. âNo, my love. You only get what I give you. You belong to me.â
You gasped at his comment, stilling immediately. You wanted nothing more to please him tonight, and if he told you that he didnât want you to move, you wouldnât move a muscle.
âGood girl.â He harshly whispered into your head, slipping two of his fingers into your tight heat. âIâm prepping you for my cock, little one. I know you wouldnât be ready for it yet, as much as I want you to.â
He roughly thrusted his fingers directly into that spongy spot inside of you, the spot only he could reach. You had tried yourself, never being able to reach it. You almost felt ill, knowing that only he could provide you the pleasure you so desperately needed.
Your moans grew louder, and more needier, the more he thrusted his long fingers into your g-spot. âPlease, Coryo. Iâm sorry. I love you. Iâll never betray you again. Iâll never leave you, I love you. Iâll listen to you. Please, let me come.â You begged, waiting for his permission. You never allowed yourself to let go without his permission, otherwise he wouldnât touch you for a week. You learned this early in the relationship, when you had come on his fingers without him allowing you, and then had scheduled two business trips to the districts back to back, not allowing you to see him for nearly a month.
âPlease, please, please!â Your begging was almost a high pitched screech, as he plowed his fingers into you at a rapid pace.
âYou may let go, little one.â He told you, almost sounding upset with how quickly you needed to come. He usually liked to edge you, make you wait until you damn near squirted into his palm, but today, he just wanted to fuck you.
You let go instantly, coming so hard you had begun to see stars in your vision, slumping back against his strong chest. âGood girl, waiting for my permission.â Coriolanus said, pressing a firm kiss against the top of your head. You blushed, loving when he gave you small bits of affection like that post orgasm.
He gave you a moment, letting your breathing return to normal, before slotting his cock between your legs, and inside of you. You let out a small moan in surprise, quickly standing back up to your full height as he maneuvered you to lean against the sink, hands gripping the marble.
âMy girl.â He said matter of factly, thrusting roughly into you, hips bouncing off of your ass. He reached his hand around to grip your throat as he thrusted, squeezing just enough that your airflow had just begun to become restricted. He knew you liked this, whether you admitted it, or not.
He wasnât much of a talker during sex, only grunts about you being his, and animalistic groans as you squeezed your tight cunt around his thick cock. You were much more vocal, letting out high pitched moans and noises of pleasure, encouraging him to go harder and faster.
âFuck, yes! Harder, my love. I know you want to.â You moaned out, purposefully squeezing yourself tighter around him, knowing it drove him crazy. âOnly you can make me feel like this. Only my Coryo can do this to me.â
He groaned at your words, doubling down on his thrusts, gripping your throat harder, almost choking you. âYes, little dove. Only I can do this to you, thatâs right.â He responded. You could feel him quickly reaching his peak, so you tightened more. You wanted his come, leaking out of you, staining your skin. He had been begging you for an heir, and you thought about letting him. Even though you knew if you allowed him to get you pregnant, you would never be able to leave. The thought scared you, but your love for him overpowered any doubts.
âFuck a baby into me, Coryo.â You told him, testing the waters, trying to see what his reaction would be. You had never told him that before.
âFuck!â He responded, thrusting harder and more rapidly than you had thought possible. âI will put my heir in you. Mine. My girl, big and round with my baby. My baby.â He grunted, before spurting deep inside your womb. At the feeling of his spend inside of you, you came too, moaning.
He pulled out, grinning at you as he tucked himself back into his slacks. He scooped his come back into your cunt with his fingers, making sure that it was deep inside of you. He truly wanted that heir, and he would use any means of getting that heir from you.
âYouâre my good little dove, you know that.â He started, petting your head gently as you still were coming down from your orgasm. He found your dress, carefully putting your legs into it, one at a time, and gently pulling it back on.
âBut if you disrespect me again, I wonât be as nice as I was tonight.â
I love how the two main genre of Snowbaird fanfic are either âI know theyâre messed up in canon, but what if things went a little better and ended well đĽş" or "yeah theyâre messed up but what if they fucked nasty about it lol"
