* Dirty boy * — sub!coriolanus snow
Content - sub!coryo, humiliation kink, gagging, slightly sadistic reader , slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, black!reader. Mdni !
Who would’ve thought that the great Coriolanus Snow, soon to be president would look so pretty all tied up? His eyes met yours, unshed tears blurred his vision. “Aww, don’t you cry, I haven’t even started yet.”
It all started when he began having a weird obsession with you. You’d see him creeping around you, always being where you were at the right time.
You were gonna trip? Suddenly he appeared like a knight in shining armour. At first you thought how cute, your own body guard, but that didn’t last long. He must’ve realized this all seemed orchestrated, because the boy suddenly stopped appearing, instead little minions would.
Flowers on your doorstep from an ‘unknown lover’. You weren’t dumb, it was all too obvious.
“Sooo, little one. What d’ya wanna do?” You softly caressed his skin with the flogger situated in your hand, a small pout on your face when he visibly flinched. “I wouldn’t hurt you, not the way you wouldn’t like at least.”
Tugging the homemade gag out of his mouth he took a deep breath of air, sighing at the way it filled up his lungs.
“Fuck you.” He spit out, the tears flowing down his cheeks gently.
“How sweet” you mumbled, before roughly turning the flogger onto his hip, “F-Fuck! God… mm please.” You looked around the room, your manicured finger lying gently on your bottom lip. “Oh.. Gods not gonna save you. You’re mine to ruin now, mine to hurt.”
A creepy smile crept on your face, placing the flogger down to crawl above him, careful not to let his body touch yours. You were in your favourite set, hugged every curve. He wanted you under his control, but bad boys don’t they what want, they get want they deserve.
“Coryo baby, don’t get sad. Mommy’s gonna help you okay?”, his heart fluttered, and he nodded, just before you finished your sentence. “In my own special way.”
His eyes landed on your chest, whilst trying to buck his hips up towards your center, anything to get off.
“Such a dirty boy, huh?” You leaned your bottom half down, a dramatic expression plastered on your pretty little face. “Mhmm..” He dragged out, but it wasn’t to your liking.
Why don’t boys know what you want without having to say it?
Your palm met the side of his face, gasping at the power of your own slap you giggled, doing it again, and again. “You better fucking say it.” He kept rutting up against you, his wetness seeping onto your panties.
“Aht aht, go on.” You lifted yourself out of his reach, a raspy whine escaping his lips. Kicking his lips he made an attempt to speak.
He wasn’t submissive, it didn’t come easy, “I’m a-a—I won’t say it.” The boy braced for impact, but you wouldn’t give him it.
Instead your hands massaged his smooth, white chest. Thinking he got through it, a sigh came out but was soon turned into a scream.
He couldn’t believe it, you bit his nipple. “Holy fuck! St-stop. What the fuck?”
Your hand roughly gripped onto his chin, “Oh come on, that’s the worst someone’s ever done to you? I will ruin you. You won’t be president, you’ll be some slut when I’m done with you, you’d like that though, wouldn’t you? Panem’s personal cumslut.”
“I wonder what everybody’s gonna think of you. Do they really want a man who drools over any woman to be their president? They might even kill you.”
Nails digging into his skin made him moan out, gritting his teeth. Trailing your sharp nails down to his scorching hot cock, you gripped the base.
Hungrily, your big pouty lips met his. At first it was rough, two alpha animals fighting to the death, but only one could live to tell the tale.
The rough pace on his tip caused him to slip up, becoming overtaken by you. The groans escaping his teeth grew louder and louder, his body shaking as he was getting closer and closer to his release. The knot tightened, the burning fire in the pit of his stomach beginning to get too hot.
He couldn’t breathe, you took all his air from the kiss; attack on his lips. A line of spit intertwined between your lips. His red and swollen, and yours being the cause of it.
“You’re gonna cum aren’t you?” Nodding his head incoherently, his body was about to grow stiff, until everything stopped.
You ruined his orgasm.
His brain was about to turn to mush at your own hands, but you stopped it.
Before the whining could start, you covered his mouth and nose, before resuming your fight with his leaking cock.
“You like that? Getting your dick ruined by a pretty girl? You fucking disgust me.” Seeing him losing air but seeming not care because it looked like you might let him cum made you more hungry for a man like him.
A pathetic man, who could only hold his dominance for so long.
You could tell he was gonna cum, the way he was trying to grasp for something knowing his hands and legs were tied down. The way his brows furrowed.
You wanted to hear the beautiful sounds a dumb little man like him could make, “Go on, cum. Just know I’m not stopping.”
His eyes rolled back, made you snicker as you continued your abuse. “Can, can I t-touch you?” He embarrassedly whimpered.
“Filthy boys don’t touch expensive things.” before he could say anything else your fingers made their way into his mouth, unwanted of course. A choked cry, and an open jaw was all he could manage as his body shook in your cold embrace.
“So much fucking cum, god you’re so dirty.” His high made him see white, static almost. Best orgasm in his lame, by the rules life.
His poor, spent body twitched even after you let go, your finger picked up his slick and waved it in front of his face.
Coryo’s tongue lazily licked his lips, his eyes low and drunken. In a low and torn voice he mumbled, “I-I’m such a fucking dirty boy, please can…. Can I?” His voice cracked while he looked up at you with those blue eyes.
“Oh, please. Fuck, mommy…please.” You obeyed; it’s what he deserved, but just because he asked nicely didn’t mean he was gonna get it nice.
You bruised his throat with your fingers, making him taste himself while touching the back of his throat.
The man gagged, but all he could do was take it. Take the pain and shut the fuck up.
“It’s good?” You asked, pulling your wet saliva coated fingers from his mouth, “S’good”, he coughed out, an amused expression on his face.
His hips bucked up and he winced at the feeling of overstimulation. Never had he ever exceeded that level of intensity before.
“Hurts, shit.” Your eyes looked deep into his soul as you only focused on his tip, your teeth nipped his earlobe, moving lower to aggressively kiss his neck.
“M’gonna cum again, I don’t want to. Please.. oh God please, fuccck.”
“Do you want me to take a picture of you? Show everybody how much of a pathetic fucking whore you are? You don’t know how far I’m willing to go Coriolanus. Shut up, and take it.”
Your words only made him more excited, until it set in that you were being for real. You extended your hand to your dresser, grabbing a Polaroid camera.
Keeping your hand wrapped around his aching cock you kept pumping. “No! Fuck you!, please c’mon n-no.”
He was about to explode and you knew it, and when he did you couldn’t resist. Had to keep it in memory.
The mans cock squirted out his holy liquid, it felt so good he almost forgot about the photo. You snapped more and more while his eyes were closed, calming down from his tough orgasm.
“I’m gonna keep on going until my hand aches coryo.”
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