idc what anyone says this is a hill i WILL DIE ON!
⚠️nsfw,read at own risk
Subby,baby boy Corio-
⚠️WARNING- 18+
imagine ~
• him coming to you when he had a long day,dropping his bag and immediately nuzzling into your arns
• wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your stomach as he kneels on the floor infront of your seat
• making those sas puppy eyes whenever anything goes wrong in the slightest, and looking to you to make it better
• nuzzling his face into your neck when he's done with whatevers happening in a nonverbal sign he wants to leave
• him pouting in a grumpy way when your too busy to pay attention to him
• him acting like a brat until you finally put him in his place,and for all his talk its what he wants,to be taken control of,to have someone take charge
• he wants someone to take away the weight of decisions,the pressure and responsibility he feels for his family
• and yeah,he wants someone to make him feel so dizzy with pleasure that he forgets everything
• so you make him feel good,make him drunk with pleasure,mind a fuzzy,dull liberating haze
• your hands twined in his pearly hair,tugging it as he whines,barring his neck to your ravishing mouth
• him whimpering and blabbering blissed out nonsensical please as you stroke him expertly,shushing him softly when you pull your hands away,making him cry out in delerious desperation
• his sounds growing louder and louder,higher and scratching at his throat as his body arches off the sheets,hands desperately clawing at the sheets but obediently staying put,a cry of bliss leaving him as he cums,whimpering
• stroking the streaks of tears of pleasure away from his eyes as you pepper his face in kisses,cooing gentle praises as he shudders,coming down from his high
• his shaky breaths against your lips as his eyes finally open enough to meet your gaze,a unsteady,slightly dopey smile reaching his lips as you nuzzle your nose against his
• his whispered words like a prayer spoken in almost fear of their consequence
requested: nope, I pulled this out of my ass, but if you want more coryo stuff lemme know 😜
warnings: suggestive content, coriolanus snow (derogatory), speaking of derogatory, snow has a degrading kink in this so yeah, mentions of cockstepping, faceslapping, just... be prepared
content: im p sure i dont mention readers gender but pls correct me if you catch anything, hella ooc snow (like, this dude would never act like this but I'm a writer which means I can make him do whatever I want), readers a bitch but snow likes it, sub!coryo, lowercase intended because fuck grammar, unedited
smut under the cut♡
a/n: give me more submissive coriolanus you cowards (I'm kidding ur not cowards but pretty please write this man begging for mommy to let him cum or whatever, not for me, I swear.) also, this is my first time writing full smut like ever so, idek what came over and I wanna apologise😭😭
hear me out, academic rival!coryo with a little secret...
the two of share a friend, for lack of a more fitting term, in clemesia, and find yourselves in each others presence often as a result of the fact. and this would be good and well, if the two of you didn't despise each other down to the bone.
besides the fact that the two of you felt the need to prove yourselves due to differing circumstances, you both also shared an insatiable need for power, the kind that could only be obtained by being the very best at the academy.
it was almost comical how much you wanted to beat each other, and this rivalry bled into your non academic interactions, making them just as sour.
coriolanus found genuine enjoyment in getting under your skin, and you retaliating only made him want to poke at you more, which led to you retaliating once again, and so on and so forth.
as time passed, you'd somehow found yourself tolerating snow, even going as far as to enjoy your occasional back and forths with each other when you were the only two in the library, sitting at same desk even though you didn't need to (coriolanus insisted on planting himself directly across from you just to be a nuisance, and it worked.)
your banter turned more and more friendly, confusing your peers as you walked side by side, your arm linked with his as you bragged about receiving a higher score than him on a test, to which he just responded that you had gotten lucky and that it wouldn't happen again.
you didn't turn completely soft though, your insults were still as sharp as ever, even though you now said them with a playful smirk. they were cruel, and always seemed to send coriolanus into a spiral as he attempted to get the last word in, which he never did, always waving the white flag at the end.
you had always held that over his head, the fact that you could always best him in a verbal battle, on top of beating him in assignments and the like. but what you didn't know was that you were mistaken.
coriolanus didn't always relent because you were better at verbal lashings (which you were, but that's besides the point), he always stopped egging you on before your words escalated because if he let you degrade him any further, he wouldn't be able to hide how much he liked it.
he was almost shameless, as if he wanted you to know just how much you turned him on during you spats with him. like today for example, where you had been particularly harsh to him, even going as far as calling him useless. it wasn't his fault, someone had pissed you off before you had met up with him in the library and you were more agitated than usual.
he excused himself to the bathroom shortly after, and you found yourself wondering if what you said had affected him so heavily that he needed to get away from you.
oh, it affected him alright. he thanked the universe that 1) something had happened to make you as harsh as you were and 2) that the bathroom he entered was completely empty because he knew that he would have a bit of trouble keeping himself quiet.
he had barely made it to a stall and closed the door before palming himself through his pants, shudders moving through his whole body as his hips canted to meet his hand.
a whine tore through his throat as he imagined you catching him like this, and he quickly unbuckled his belt and slipped his hand in his underwear, stroking his dick firmly at the image.
you would probably laugh at him, dishing out every degrading name you could think of, calling him a dirty slut, saying that he was disgusting pervert for being so turned on at you being mean to him. and he would nod his head vigorously, because he was a slut, only for you.
maybe you would slap him across the face, leaving him with red cheeks, or maybe you would step on his poor weeping cock until he came on your shoe. would you make him clean it off? god, help him if you did.
his hips stuttered at the thought of eating his own cum, it was just so dirty and the fact that a simple look from you could turn him into such a depraved shell of the image that he excuded in his day to day was enough to send him over the edge.
he came with a groan, his hips not ceasing their thrusting into his fist until every last drop was out. as he cleaned himself up, fixing his uniform in the mirror, he wondered if maybe, just maybe, you knew what you were doing to him. and if the look you gave him when he came back, timidly taking his seat, it seemed that you had some idea.
"you know, I think you need to punished for what you just did, coryo. for what you've been doing. do you like the sound of that, hmm?"
and if the way the cock pulsed in his pants, already hard again was any indication, he loved the sound of that.
very submissive kept-boy coryo, but you're a soft dom and you just wanna take care of him forever when you realize how badly he needs you. dacryphilia, begging, coryo on his knees and loving it.
You blink rapidly in shock, your heart pounding in your chest at the sight of Coriolanus Snow down on his knees. For you.
You're usually so good with your words but you're speechless. Your face flushes.
Coriolanus moves forward on his knees a bit, eyes still filled with tears. The sight is odd for so many reasons. One being of course the situation itself, the second being - usually, you find men crying to be kind of funny. The way their face crumpled instantly, like they'd been holding back far too long and the sudden release of emotion was so great that they can't help but look so ugly you could hardly stand it.
But not Coriolanus. No, he's quite pretty with tears in his eyes, bottom lip trembling. You swallow hard.
"What can I do? Please, tell me." He begs, almost whining.
Your heart skips a beat, and you sigh. "Come here."
Coriolanus does, not bothering to get up off of his knees and instead shuffling forward towards you til he's right in front of you, hands still clasped. When he reaches you, you place your hands on his shoulders.
The second you touch him, his tears start to fall. He starts to lower his head to hide, but you won't let him, placing your fingers under his chin for a moment. Your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you think he might be able to hear it, and the sight of his tears falling sends a rush of heat through you.
"Please...please just tell me what I can do." He continues, definitely whining now. It's sweet, you think. Maybe you're making a mistake trying to end things.
"Well...this is a good start." You say, a little breathless. "I like you on your knees.”
Coriolanus blinks, and looks around a bit, up at you, down at himself, as if he just notices now that he's on his knees. He swallows hard, a few more tears falling. He nods. He'll stay on his knees, if that's what you want.
And it is what you want. You still want him - you just want him to crawl on his knees for you, give himself more fully. Til he has nothing left. That's what's missing. Coriolanus was still holding back, sweet as he was to you these past weeks.
You're beyond aroused. The tension had been building between you these last weeks, but nothing had been done about it. Coriolanus has been a near perfect gentleman, and you’re starting to understand why. You don’t necessarily know what you’re doing, but with Coriolanus on his knees in front of you, it seems nearly instinctual.
You touch his cheek. Tears are still coming, though slowly. Your thumb brushes along his wet skin, not wiping the tears away but rather caressing them into his pale skin.
“It’s okay,” You tell him softly.
“Y-you’re not gunna leave me?” Coriolanus asks, looking up into your face, his own full of hope.
“No…I’m not gonna leave you.” You tell him, and he releases almost a dramatically relieved sigh, tilting his cheek into your hand, eyes closed. “Not when you asked so nicely.” You add, watching his face for a reaction. Coriolanus sighs again, enjoying the compliments.
You lean in to whisper in his ear, “You like this, don’t you? Being on your knees for me?”
Your breath in his ear causes him to let out a whimper and you fully understand, as he nods his head, why Coriolanus was so hesitant to fully open up. It was bad enough the Snows were broke - even worse if the entire student body found out he gets off on being made to get down on his knees.
The house of Snow had fallen so hard and so far that now, he was down on his knees in front of you, crying and begging you not to leave with an erection tenting his black slacks. Just a little bit pathetic.
And you love it.
This somehow only makes Coriolanus more appealing, endearing.
“Are you hard for me, Coryo….? You love begging on you knees that much?” You ask him, voice a mixture of amazed, soothing, and teasing as you continue to whisper in his ear. He groans at the feel of your breath in his ear again, at the little bit of degradation. His hands unclasp and he grasps your waist, holding onto you as he nods.
This isn’t good enough for you.
“Use your words, Coriolanus. Tell me.”
He releases a frustrated whine, turning red. This isn’t easy for him, but that’s part of what’s making it so arousing.
“Say it.” You don’t even have to threaten him. He says it.
“Okay, okay, I-…I love…I love being on my knees for you.”
Both of you are breathing a little faster at the discovery of a new aspect of a relationship you thought was very nearly over.
How wrong you were.
“What do you want, Coryo?” You ask, because you genuinely want to know. Does he even fully know himself?
You pull away to look at his face. He does look confused, uncertain. You know he’s a virgin - he knows you’re not. You’re not incredibly experienced, but more so than he is.
But he manages to shock you again.
“I wanna…I wanna make you cum. Will you show me how? Please?”
synopsis - Coriolanus comes home to his loving wife after a long, hard day.
an extremely whiney needy Coryo, teasing, little bit of taunting, denial, nipple play, fingering, mentions of a sex toy i'm not even sure exists or is possible but it's fanfiction so who gives a fuck(yes i'mma write an actual scene using this toy don't you fuckin worry bbs), dacryphilia, hands free orgasms.
and most importantly, mommyk!nk. i know i said i'd never do it but i lied.
Coriolanus got home late and his wife was already asleep. Disappointed, he took a cold shower. If anything, that only made things worse.
Thinking about not having her, not having Lucy Gray's attention and affection, just made him more needy and desperate.
She was sleeping peacefully when he crawled into bed next to her. She was facing away from him, and just seeing the outline of her perfect form made his breath come fast. He was so hard it hurt, but...
He wasn't allowed to do anything about that. Not without permission.
Oh, but he ached so much, and that kind of felt good too - he couldn't stop thinking of Lucy Gray and all the things she could and had done to him.
Coriolanus liked being this needy. Sometimes it was actually quite comforting, going to sleep aching and desperate and thinking of nothing but her.
"Lucy Gray..." He began, sliding close to her but not daring to find any kind of relief by pressing his clothed erection against her.
She stirred, jumping just a bit before she realized it was just Coriolanus who had woken her.
Lucy Gray rolled over to face him.
"Oh, hi darlin'... You're home." She began, and it only took her moments to see why he had woken her, his breathing coming fast.
"Aww..." She laughed softly, "You need me, sweetheart?"
Coriolanus nodded vehemently. Just the way his dick was straining against his boxers and twitching had him close to an orgasm, now that she was awake and looking at him. Her mere attention washed over him like she'd just reached down to grab his erection, he had to hold back a moan as she continued to verbally tease him.
His breath was coming faster. Coriolanus needed her touch so badly.
"Mm... I like seeing you like this, my love. Have you been like this all day? You're so close already, aren't you?" She asked him, reaching up to touch his cheek.
The blonde closed his eyes as her hand on his cheek sent sensations throughout his entire body. He both hated and loved being this way for her. It was humiliating and thrilling.
"P-please-" He begged her, desperately wanting her to touch him before he came, to give him permission to cum.
"I don't know...." Lucy Gray said uncertainly and Coriolanus's breath caught in a near sob. "Sweetheart, you're so close already, I don't know if it'd even be worth it for me. You woke me up. Make it worth it for me,"
Her hand crept under his t-shirt, slowly sliding up. Gasping as he realized what she was doing, he shook his head. "No, don't, please!"
If she touched his nipples, he was going to lose it. But it was too late.
He moaned and squirmed pathetically as she began brushing her finger across his nipple.
"Oh, don't be dramatic, honey," She murmured. "And hold still."
He instantly went as still as he could, still shaking, cock twitching and leaking precum in his boxers.
This all was exactly what he had wanted.
Other than his fast, heavy breathing, he was still as she continued to torture him, leaning in to whisper in his ear now.
"Look at you, darlin'... big bad Head Gamemaker shakin' like a leaf in the wind," Lucy Gray hummed. She pushed him onto his back and he whined, then panted for breath several times. He loved being pushed around by her. She straddled his hips, and Coriolanus sighed, blinking up at her with wide, desperate eyes.
Her body wasn't making contact with his, purposefully ignoring his aching erection. He didn't dare seek out her touch without permission.
Still, she wasn't wearing panties and Lucy Gray found his right hand and brought it underneath her nightgown to feel her wetness. He whimpered, squirming desperately as he slid two fingers inside her.
"Lucy Gray, please, baby, please..." He half-whined, half-sobbed. "I need it, I need you!"
But she didn't respond to his pleas except to groan softly as she rocked her hips a little. He began moving his fingers in and out, curling them a bit and touching her the way Lucy Gray had taught him to without any further instruction.
"That's it, sweetheart, just like that," Lucy Gray praised, and he simply whined in response, "Good boy, keep goin',"
Coriolanus works to please her, eyes frantically moving from her face to the way her hips were moving. Like she was fucking him but she wasn't and this was quite upsetting. She did this often.
Lucy Gray had even had a special toy made - a hallowed out strap on that encased his erection, so he could please her properly without receiving any real pleasure himself. Coriolanus had actually been furious with her for it for days after she had him use it the first time. It was incredibly uncomfortable to wear nevermind the actual purpose. Moody for a full week, he finally knocked the attitude off when she put him over her lap and beat his ass til he cried it out. Then she made love to him.
He hated a lot of their toys really, but they were always worth it in the end.
At least right now he gets to feel her with his fingers. Coriolanus will take what he can get.
His ragged breathing matched hers. The way her insides clenched around his fingers made his dick twitch against the material of his boxers, just a little bit of friction and pressure caused by the cotton.
"Oh f- oh no no no," He whined, feeling himself start to fall over the edge.
"Coriolanus, no!" Lucy Gray snapped, and he sucked in a breath, holding it and closing his eyes. Without permission, he removed his fingers, the feel of her too much to keep going but that was better than cumming without permission.
He was so well trained now that it was deeply upsetting to get off without Lucy Gray's say so, a hit to his self esteem and sense of self worth. She was so disappointed in him when he did and if it was one thing he couldn't handle, it was the disappointment of the women who's approval he sought.
"That's not what a good boy does," Lucy Gray said, shaking her head. "You wanna try again or do we gotta get the strap-on?"
"No! No no please let me try again! I'm- I am a good boy, I promise," His cheeks turned flaming red. God, if anyone could hear him.
"I said make it worth it, and I'll let you cum - do as you're told, baby." She said firmly, but kindly. He nodded desperately, eyes filled with tears at the possibility of losing not an orgasm but her approval.
Shaking, he brought his hand back up, tentatively sliding up her thigh and back under her flimsy nightgown. He panted still, trying to ignore his own body screaming at him for release. It felt like he was a little bit on fire all over in the best way.
Lucy Gray moaned again as his fingers returned, curling against her g-spot and massaging almost as he moved in and out. His eyes were filled with tears that began to fall moments later and at the sound of his sniffle she leaned down, hands on either side of his head.
"'s okay baby, let it out," She panted as she began to move her hips in time with his fingers, grinding her clit against his hand. "Fuck, you're so gorgeous..." She leaned down further, and carefully licked his tears from his cheek, one slow little swipe that made him sob and squirm.
He was so fucking close it's not fair.
"Faster, Coryo! So close, honey, keep goin'..." She gasped after tasting the salt of his tears on her tongue. "Come on - you know what I want,"
Oh yes he did.
God yes thank you, he thought.
"P-please!" He cried frantically as he moved his hand faster, harder, his own pleasure skyrocketing just at her request, "Mommy please can I come with you please mommy I'll be good I swear please please!"
It was rare that she asked him to call her this - or rather, allowed him. It had slipped out one time when she was punishing him with a spanking, he couldn't even remember what for anymore - sometimes she just liked to punish him. His brain had turned to complete mush as he sobbed 'mommy please stop please let me cum' and Lucy Gray had never let it go. Like anything else in Coriolanus's life that she wanted to, she took control of that too.
How she knew when he needed it the most, he'd never understand.
"Yes, yes, Coryo, cum with be, baby!" Lucy Gray cried, grinding down hard against his hand.
His cock erupted instantly.
"Oh, thank you thank you mommy thank you," He sobbed, unable to hold still now as his body shook and twitched involuntarily, still seeking some kind of touch to his spurting arousal. And then finally, he felt her hand touch him, rubbing just slightly but it was enough.
Coriolanus was left shaking and sobbing. Their hands stayed where they were, touching each other while Lucy Gray pressed a little closer to him. Held him. Comforted him.
He sniffled again.
"Was... was I a good boy, mommy?" Coriolanus asked.
"Yes, yes you were, darlin'," Lucy Gray assured him and he felt a sense of calm wash over him that he'd been seeking all day.
Reader breaking up with sub!coryo, and him trying to convince reader to stay. Him crying and begging her to stay
very submissive kept-boy coryo, but you're a soft dom and you just wanna take care of him forever when you realize how badly he needs you. dacryphilia, begging - it'll get sexier in part 2 keep your pants on people XD
Coriolanus has been a great boyfriend. What he doesn't have in the ability to spoil you monetarily, he makes up for in emotional gestures - holding your hand, brushing your hair away when you've just applied lipgloss and the wind blew a few strands to stick to your lips - things like that. The blonde tells you his secrets - that it's all a front, the Snows are flat broke and most nights he goes to bed hungry and goes to school the same only to be satisfied by school lunches.
This only endears him to you, and you start to take care of him in little ways - inviting him to dinner and sending him home with extras, taking him out to breakfast on weekends. You bring cash, and you slip it to him to allow him to pay - pretend to the public that he is the one treating you.
Each time, his eyes shine with adoration for you. You take care of him, really and truly, and you suspect he needs that.
The depth of his need becomes evident when you try to end things. He hasn't done anything - but you're restless, and it feels like something is missing. Like he's still holding back, somehow.
You invite him over to your place - you never go to his, even if you know his secret - and when Coriolanus sits on your bed, you break the news to him.
He's heartbroken. You watch it happen, the realization, the moment of understanding. His brow furrows and he shakes his head of blonde curls.
"What did I do...?" He asks, shaking his head. You knew he would ask this.
"It's not that, it's just..." You begin, looking down at your hands, but he interrupts you.
"Please, please don't do this." Coriolanus seems breathless, panicked, blue eyes wide and full of unshed tears.
His pleas and tone surprise you - and pull at your heartstrings.
"Coryo..."
"What did I do? Is it because-"
"No, it's not because of your situation." You say quickly. Your family has enough money for the both of you - it's really not that.
"Then what! Did I mess up? I'll fix it! Let me fix it, please." He's desperate, you can hear it and see it.
Your eyes take in his expression. You're not sure why, but something about his desperation and pleading is fascinating you.
"It's not really something you can fi-" You begin, but he cuts you off again, and you're utterly shocked at what he does next.
"Please! Please don't do this. Don't leave me! I can fix it. I can." Coriolanus says, and then he slides off of your bed and down onto his knees, hands clasped in front of him.
synopsis - Coriolanus convinces himself it doesn't count if he doesn't use his hands
masturbation, orgasm denial, self denial, hands-free orgasm, nipple play (if you squint), lots of begging (even though he's alone yup mhm), shame lots and lots of shame
When he first starts touching himself, Coriolanus convinces himself it doesn't count if he doesn't actually touch himself. This took many forms over the years.
The first few times, he finds actually putting his hands down his pants or pulling them down and wrapping his hand around his erection made him feel bad. Guilty. Oh, he does it, there's no doubt - he can't just stop.
He tries to stop. Only to find himself in situations like the time where he literally almost comes in his pants watching a classmate chew on the end of her pen, shifting in his seat and unable to stop, relieved he's in the back row as his erection gets rubbed in between his thigh and uniform pants. Thank fucking christ for all the layers.
That day in class gives him an idea and when he gets home later, he drops his bag on the floor, locks his bedroom door, and doesn't take a stitch of clothing off.
The way his hard, weeping length had been getting stimulated by his clothes had been fucking incredible, and despite being in a room full of people, the shame had been minimal.
Coriolanus will take whatever he can get at this point.
He blows out a shaking breath as he settles and almost immediately he feels his dick harden fully. His breath starts to quicken almost immediately after that. How long has in been? Months since he's given in?
Too long. Far, far too long if he's practically coming all over himself in class. What would he have done if he had?
He can feel the weight of his uniform on his body, the extra fabric at his waist, and it feels like being lightly touched all over as Coriolanus shifts around a little, trying to recreate the sensation he'd felt in class. Or build upon it.
He feels his face heat up as he shifts his hips. Fuck - if felt so incredibly good.
He whines in relief, breath quickening further. If this felt good enough to make him cum then he could feel this kind of pleasure much more often - maybe not all the time, but enough that Coriolanus doesn't come in fucking class.
The stimulation isn't quite enough and so he shifts to the side and down to acheive the goal of tightening his boxers and pants arount his crotch and yes,yes,yes-!
That was it, right there. It feels a little awkward otherwise but Coriolanus can't bring himself to care right now. Biting his lip, he shakily reaches into his boxers, adjusting his hard cock so it was resting against his stomach instead of his thigh. This is even better and Coriolanus is soon gripping his threadbare blankets in his fingers as he humps up just a little - that's all it takes - in order to stimulate his erection that has been neglected for too long.
"Oh... fuck..." Coriolanus breathes, mouth falling open as his hips jerked up, clumsy, body in no way used to this motion. He whimpers, wanting so badly to press the palm of his hand against the front of his crimson uniform pants, it would be so fucking easy to cum like that, and so quick.
He tries slowing it down and that actually feels better - Coriolanus lets out a low whine with nearly every slow, sensuous thrust of his hips. As his chest begins to heave, he feels the fabric of his shirt brush against his nipples and this causes him to cry out in surprise.
He's past caring if anyone can hear him.
"Damnit - please -" He whines to himself as he draws closer, hips slowly rocking back and forth. His boxers are now wet and a little slick with his precum, which makes Coriolanus whimper to himself, then let out frustrated sobs.
Frustrated for several reasons - one because it feels so fucking good the way his cock is sliding more easily but it also brings him back to the filthy reality of what he's doing - squirming around on his own bed like a desperate little slut -
"Oh god," Coriolanus chokes, hips jerking faster the second he thought the word slut - then he couldn't stop thinking it - slutslutslutyou'resuchawhineydesperatelittleslut
"Please, please -" His hips are moving in fast little jerks, underside of his erection grinding against the inside of his pants, which now has a wet spot at the front. He is so close, so close but it didn't seem to be quite enough pressure, or something, and Coriolanus was starting to panic.
"C'mon, p-please! I can't-" Coriolanus can't give in and touch himself now. He's already gotten this far! But fuck, he's gotten this far, and he needs to cum or else he thinks he might actually go a little crazy.
The tears come before he does, and he can't take it anymore. Whimpering and whining, Coriolanus turns onto his side and bunches his blankets in his hands, then he presses the mess of fabric against him, grinding into it, knee coming up to wrap one leg around it a bit as his dick erupts, cum coating the inside of his boxers.
He sobs, turning his face into his arm. Coriolanus can't stay completely quiet - it's been far too long.
The orgasm seems to mount as he humps into the fabric more, thinking he's riding out his orgasm, his hot release aiding in how fast and how much his cock was sliding in his boxers, and it feels a little different than when he was dry, not better or worse, but different.
He feels just as lewd as if he was using his hand. Just as disgusting and weak and pathetic - animals fucking did this!
But another orgasm is coming. Coriolanus wants it to stop - it was supposed to be done by now! He sucks in a breath, only to release it again in sobs, tears soaking his crumpled jacket.
"Please - god - just one more, please, I won't again, I won't do this again I swear," He mutters to himself.
He wants it harder, wants to fuck something harder, wrap his hand around his dick, touch himself all day because what does it matter now, he's a filthy slut anyway -
Coriolanus cums again with a grunt, hips stuttering, slowing for a moment, then moving even faster, as what feels like a third orgasm of some kind hits him to ride it all out.
"Fuckfuckfuckfuckyesyespleasec'monfuck,"
Another grunt and he knows he's spent. His entire body goes limp as he sobs into his arm. How humiliating. Cum was everywhere through out his pants and - christ he had been so eager to get off that he hadn't even taken his shoes off for fucks sake.
He's pathetic, and Coriolanus feels sick with himself. His father would be ashamed - either because of his lack of self control or whatever made him such a pussy that he couldn't just jerk off. Get it over with.
He cries for awhile, feeling sorry for himself, and disgusted.
He tries to comfort himself. He never did really touch himself, not technically, and it isn't entirely his fault. That girl with the pen had to know what she looked like and he knows masturbation is fuckin normal.
Sniffling, Coriolanus pushes himself up to start the process of cleaning up, wondering just how long he's going to be able to last this time before he gives in again...
