18+ Content; Mdni!

18+ content; mdni!

Thinking about husband!Coriolanus barely being able to contain the anger and jealousy coursing through him when he sees you flirting with another man during an evening gala in the Capitol.  

You’re laughing, your whole face lighting up, your hand touching the other man’s shoulder and Coriolanus is surprised that he hasn’t broken the champagne flute in his hand, seeing how his grip on the fragile glass is so tight. 

Oh, the things he’ll do later, to punish you. You on your knees in front of him, his hands fisted in your hair, your eyes filled with tears and him fucking your mouth relentlessly- 

Suddenly, he sees the other man lean in closer towards you, placing one hand on your arm. 

Coriolanus has had enough. He carelessly places the champagne flute on a table, before walking over to you, settling his hands on your waist, his grip on you so tight that he knows it’ll leave brusises. 

Good, he thinks, smirking to himself. It will leave a reminder for you - a reminder of who you truly belong to. 

“There you are, darling”, he says, forcing a smile onto his face, before placing a deliberate kiss on your neck - a place he’d normally suck and bruise, just to drive you crazy, leaving pretty purple marks. 

He smiles when he can feel you shivering, pressing himself even closer to you. 

“I’ve been looking all over for you, darling”, he says, completely ignoring the other man staring at you both with a confused expression. 

You gasp when Coriolanus suddenly leans forward, his lips brushing over your skin, before whispering in your ear: “I told you what would happen if I’d see you flirting with another man. Now behave and be a good girl.”

You turn your head so that you’re looking right at the fire in his blue eyes, your lips so close to his that they nearly touch. 

“Or what … are you going to punish me, President Snow?”, you whisper, placing a delicate, chaste kiss on his lips. 

You feel his grip on your waist tightening even more, his fingers digging painfully into your skin. You see him biting down hard on his lips, probably trying to hold back a groan. 

You smile, satisfied, when his eyes find yours again. Two can play this game, you think, reaching up to push a stray blond curl from his forehead. 

But then you shiver when you see Coriolanus smile back at you - a promise. A threat. 

“I’m sorry”, he tells the handsome man - his name already forgotten to you, you think it’s somewhere along the lines of Alexander or Adrian - you’re pretty sure it started with an A; though you’re not entirely sure, but you also don’t really care -. „But my wife and I need a moment.” 

Then, he walks away, guiding you along with him. 

The next thing you know, you’re being pushed into an empty bathroom, your back hitting the door, Coriolanus’s mouth already on yours, his hand already finding its way under the skirt of your dress before the door has even closed properly behind you. 

He groans, breaking the kiss and burying his head in the crook of your neck when his fingers brush over the thin fabric of your panties, already soaked through with your arousal. You can’t help but shiver when his hand cups your cunt, his other hand settling on your waist with a bruising, harsh grip. 

„Look at you“, he says, his voice rough and coarse, barely more than a strained whisper, „already dripping down my fingers, even though I barely touched you - or is that all for him?“ 

His left hand moves up from your waist to your face then, forcefully cupping your cheek and forcing you to look at him. „Tell me“, he demands, his blues finding yours - a fire in them that will burn you down until you’re nothing more than a withering pile of ashes. 

But then, you’ve always liked playing with fire, living for the thrill of it. 

Still, you quickly shake your head, trying to reach for Coriolanus with one hand, but Coriolanus moves faster than you, his hand leaving your cheek, seizing your hands in his and pinning them in place above your head. 

„No - Coryo - I“, you try to say, but then he’s roughly yanking down your panties - you think you hear the thin material tear - forcefully pushing two fingers inside you. 

You gasp, clenching around him, and Coriolanus groans. 

„Fuck, Coryo - I - I don’t even know him - I - fuck“, you stumble, trying to form a coherent sentence while Coriolanus pumps his fingers in and out of at an unrelenting pace, his blue eyes never leaving yours. „I - he just came up to me and started talking to me and I-“, the rest of your words gets swallowed by the loud, whiny moan that leaves you when Coriolanus adds a third finger, pushing his hips against yours. 

Your back aches from how hard and uncomfortably its pressed against the door, but you don’t care - the only thing you care about is Coriolanus, his hungry, desperate eyes on you, his fingers inside you, you clenching desperately around them. 

„What’s his name?“, Coriolanus suddenly asks, before lowering his mouth to your neck, his lips immediately finding that spot that drives you crazy when he starts sucking on the soft, sensitive skin with his lips. 

„I - I don’t remember - fuck“, you cry, when Coriolanus curls his fingers inside you, hitting that spot inside you that has you seeing stars perfectly.  

Coriolanus leaves another bruising kiss on your skin, before coming up again - his smirk telling you that he’s going to wreck you. „Good - because I’m going to fuck every memory of him out of you“, he promises. 

Suddenly, his fingers leave you and you whine at the sudden feeling of emptiness inside you, your walls clenching down around nothing, but then both his hands settle on your waist, turning you around until your front hits the bathroom door. His hands leave you for a moment and you can hear the rustling of fabric. 

Then, suddenly, the skirt of your dress is pushed to the side and Coriolanus lines himself up behind you, his erection straining against your back. 

„I’m going to fuck you - and after I’m finished with you, the only name you’ll remember is mine; the only name you’ll be screaming is mine - everyone in here, including that nobody will know that you belong to me“, he promises, before entering you in a rough, powerful thrust. 

„Fuck“, you breathe, throwing your head back. 

His cock is so big, the stretch almost painful, but unlike normally, he doesn’t give you any time to adjust to the stretch - pulling completely out of you, before slamming back into you with a harsh, almost painful thrust, his hands gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your flesh. 

His pace is unrelenting, his thrusts into you rough, and fast, and bruising. 

You whimper, your hands pressed against the door. „I - fuck, Coryo - ’s too much, fuck!“

Another painful, unrelenting thrust, but one of his hands suddenly leave your waist, moving to your clit, his fingers drawing teasing circles over the swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves. 

„That’s it, good girl“, Coriolanus praises, when he can feel you start clenching around him again. 

You’re a quivering, panting mess, the lines between pain and pleasure so blurred you don’t know where one starts and the other ends. 

Coriolanus’s harsh thrusts don’t let up. The only sounds filling the bathroom are his loud groans, your whiny whimpers and the sound of skin slapping against skin. 

„What’s his name?“, Coriolanus suddenly asks you again, at the same moment his cock hits that sweet spot inside you again, his fingers still circling your clit. 

„I don’t - fuck, Coryo!“, you pant, the pressure inside you building and building and building with every one of Coriolanus’s powerful thrusts. 

„What’s his name?“, Coriolanus repeats, his hand on your waist suddenly moving up to your neck and squeezing - applying just the right amount of pressure to make you feel perfectly dizzy. 

„I don’t - I don’t remember - yes, Coryo, right there!“, you pant, when his cock starts hitting that spot inside you again and again, his fingers still stimulating your clit. 

„That’s right“, Coriolanus says, his voice rough and coarse, „you belong to me.“

„Yes“, you pant, trying desperately to move your hips to meet his movements - you’re so close and you just want to feel that sweet, dizzying release. 

„Yes, Coryo, I - you - I’m your’s.“ 

„Again“, he demands, his thrusts becoming even more rapid, his fingers still circling your clit. You know immediately what he means, what he wants from you. 

„Coryo - I - I’m yours“, you pant, clenching around him. 

His lips find the soft, sensitive skin of your neck then, leaving a bruising kiss. „Good girl.“ 

It’s all too much for you, then - Coriolanus inside you, repeatedly hitting your sweet spot, his fingers circling your clit, his hand on your throat, his lips on your neck, his words that make your head spin. 

Your back arches, and you come with Coriolanus’s name on your lips, your cry so loud that you’re pretty sure that everyone that’s still gathered in the hall outside is able to hear it. 

But you don’t care, because all you can think about is Coriolanus. 

„Fuck“, he groans when he feels your walls squeezing him. 

His grip on you tightens, and suddenly, he bites down on the soft skin of your neck. He thrusts into you again, and once more, making you whimper, and then he’s coming as well, his hot cum shooting into you. 

„Fuck, Coryo“, you whimper, the added sensation too much for you. 

For a moment, Coriolanus’s heavy breathing is your only answer. You stay like that for a moment - pressed against the door, him still inside you. 

Then, Coriolanus presses a soft kiss to your throat. „Good girl“, he praises again, pulling out of you, his hand leaving your neck. „But I think you still need a reminder of who you belong to“, he adds, before suddenly his fingers are pushing back inside you, smearing his cum around your walls and your clit. 

Suddenly, he bends down to retrieve your panties from where they hang around your ankles. You were right before, you think dizzyly, when you watch him tugging your panties up towards your waist again, the material did tear. 

Coriolanus, however doesn’t care, stopping only once he’s pushed your panties up your waist again - smearing his cum across the thin material, before pressing your panties back against your swollen, cum-covered, oversensitive clit. 

You whimper - you know what he’s going to do. He’s going to force you to walk around in your panties, soaked through with his still hot cum for the rest of the evening - a reminder that you belong to him. He’s the only one who gets to fuck you.  

„There“, he says pressing a chaste, tender kiss to your shoulder - the gentle sensation in stark contrast to his harsh grip on your cunt. 

„This should serve as a sufficient reminder, don’t you think, darling?“ 

tagging: @namelesslosers

someone please get me some holy water so I can cleanse my mind from these very unsophisticated thoughts

I am team buzzcut🦋

"I can see my baby swinging,

His parliament's on fire

And his hands are up

On the balcony and I'm singing

Ooh, baby, ohh, baby

I'm in love"

He is so Lana del Rey coded🌹💘

Everybody knows that i'm a good girl, officer 💌

PERVERT!CORIOLANUS SNOW

includes ; 18+ fem!reader. pervert!coryo. male masturbation. sexual illusions. sexual obsession. possessive!coryo.

you were so pretty, so mean — like a pristine prize created purely for coryo

the way your hand shot up when the teacher asked a question you obviously knew — which was them all. the way your eyes scanned the thick paged books like u were devouring the words themselves

he couldn’t help but stare, no, more than that, look at you the way you looked at the brilliant words plastured on the nude colored pages. because he was hungry. and you were his pretty prey

his cold, untouchably irresistible brat — whom coryo loved seeing the way your pretty face furrowed in challenge whenever he got called on first. shooting you his famous smirk.

he was obsessed with your attention — your eyes, your brain and fuck, your body.

coriolanus swore those little schoolgirl miniskirts you insisted on wearing would be the death of him ! and those pure white shirts? with your perky, busty tits? he was convinced you did it just for him — his cruelly taunting addiction

how could he not? how could he not grow instantly hard at the sight — his thick, demanding cock bulging against the seams of his trousers. throbbing as he watched your mean little mouth spur answer after fucking answer

the very creases of his pants were driving him insane — but not nearly as much as the thought of that mouth wrapped around his shaft. coating him in your bratty spit as you bob and gag all around him

the fantasy of your red lipstick curling around his angry head, leaving a crimson ring

he watched you squirm in your seat — merely getting more comfortable. and he groaned at the sight. god fucking hell, how you would feel writhing in his lap. trying so hard not to whimper as he grinds you agaisnt him — lacy panties becoming awfully wet. your glistening essence.

god, imagining you dripping has his dick twitching. how he would drag his red tip through your drooling folds, coating his length in your slick, sweet wetness.. fuck, his balls tightened at the fantasies rolling through his head

and the way you bit your fucking lips… — before he knew his cock was bulging agaisnt his hand, panting as he hid in the academy bathroom.

hiding wasn’t the right word — not when his wrist was snapping, pumping into his hand like a fleshlight. his blue eyes screwed shut, you were in his head, you were the reason he was fucking his hand. flicking his wrist ever so slightly that he was groaning

because oh god, if it was your tight little cunt or your wet mouth.. he’d be cumming within fucking moments. just like he was know, the white, sticky ropes staining his toned abdomen

soon, it would be you bent over the sink, ass bouncing as he slams into your gummy pussy, you who becomes covered in his sticky mess as he coats your silken walls in his white cum

you were his prey