coriolanus snow +18 (firstly why is 'anus' so overly pronounced)
"corio.." a whimper escapes your lips, swiftly covered by snows hand.
"keep quiet." he says firmly.
"fuck i-"
your struggling, squirming under his grasp. pressed up against the wall, his hand under your red academy skirt, and the other clasped over your mouth. his breath is hot next to your ear, whispering to you.
"looked so good, couldn't resist you baby."
his fingers rub along your clit, collecting your slick, in a way that makes you throw your head against the wall, and your eyes roll. everything about him is perfected, even the way he fucks you.
his lips are on your neck, sucking harshly, leaving marks similar to the shade of your uniform. the way he touches you is possessive, because coriolanus likes to think of you as one of his possessions, something he can control.
caging you against the wall, you can feel the pressure of his cock against your thigh, begging to be touched. you'll return the favour later.
you're a few heated breaths away from cumming, thighs shaking and weak.
"snow-" you muffle through his hand.
his hand comes down under your ass, holding you up against the wall and him. your unravelling right under him.
"can feel you getting close, sweetheart."
his removes his hand, kissing you desperately as you reach your high. his hand reaches his mouth, sucking his finger, as you stare wide-eyed.
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18+ | jason and you as (horny) newlyweds in your new house.
(p.s. mostly just an excuse to write about breeding or pregnancy kink—or not really kink, since they're serious. so yeah these two are the content warnings, proceed with caution. 1,2k words.)
jason and you as newlyweds in your new house.
the house is, albeit small, yours. it's pretty with kind of rustic vibes into it.
the most important thing though, is that it has a cute garden in the front. and also a wide enough backyard to hold some very close friends and family dinners.
and, wide enough garden for a toddler to play and run around, too.
see, you are newlyweds. only been married for four months. you two haven't exactly been trying to get pregnant, but you haven't exactly been trying to not to get pregnant—by the lack of birth controls, or even condoms.
you're not in any birth control and neither does he, but when having sex you two always careful on choosing days for him to come inside based on your tracking calendar on days you're not on your fertile window. mostly he doesn't even come inside.
and it's working, as in you haven't get pregnant and everything.
again, both of you are ever so careful despite without contraceptives.
but now, as jason has you bending on the surface of marble kitchen counter—he had said you two need to christen every surface of your new place, your cute ass up and your toes almost leaving the flooring; while he is behind you, his thick cock pounding into the heat of your cunt, his tight balls slapping on your swollen clit, you wish that he doesn't finish on your back or stomach or your mouth wherever you decide you want him to, this time.
you want him to finish inside of you, filling you up. spilling all his warm, thick seeds deep inside of you.
you want it so bad it hurts, you can almost taste it in your mouth.
you know you're currently at the beginning of your fertile window. and you think he knows too, he's keeping track after all.
but you want it, even though you're currently being fucked thoroughly by your husband, you're still aware that you make this possibly life changing decision. and you are ready. you two are. if this making love session, hot and wild in the kitchen is how you (possibly) get pregnant, then so be it.
jason is giving you hard and deep strokes when you suddenly open your mouth.
“honey.”
“yes, love?”
his deep with arousal voice, a tinge of dark rumble, answers you. it makes you tingle all over. he keeps plowing inside.
“i want you to come inside me, this time.”
he slows his fucking, very shallow trust, keeping his cock inside of your warmth.
“are you sure? you're on your fertile window.”
see, your husband knows.
“i know. but i want you to.”
you say, as you gasp when his cock hit the sensitive part inside of you.
“yeah?”
“yeah. i want you to get me pregnant.”
“fuck.”
jason resumes his pacing back to his deep, hard strokes like before.
not like before, actually. it's more intense and purposeful. it's like your request has ignites an unquenchable flame of lust and want in him.
“that's what you want, hm? you want me to give you a baby hm? fuck, that's what i want too, princess.”
“yeah? you want to make me pregnant, jay?”
jason grips your hip are bruising. he sends your upper body back and forth on the cool marble, your soft tits and peaked nipples are getting very sensitive.
you two have never engaged in this kind of dirty talk, but fuck if all of this isn't the hottest thing ever. moreover because both of you know this isn't just some mere dirty talk or for the whole thing to be strictly kink during sex thing. both of you are serious.
“fuck, yeah. been wanting it since the first time you told me i should ditched my condoms.
“i have been waiting for which one of us will break first, princess.”
you give a barely there laugh because he hit your g-spot just now, your toes are curling, making you whine instead.
“i just didn't expect you to be the one to say it first.”
“how did you know it'll go like this?”
“oh, i didn't. not exactly anyway. but if anything, princess, we're alike in this.”
he sends a particularly hard thrust as if to prove his point, and your cunt tightened around his cock.
“fuck. see?”
you nod, have nothing else to say. you can only moan desperately, you're so close now.
“i will come inside of you, love. i will make sure none of my cum leaks out of your cunt. i will give you my baby.”
he says each of the word after a vigorous stroke, clouding your mind and bumping deep inside your walls.
you moan, your eyes teary, your hands barely holding on the surface of the kitchen counter because its so slippery of your sweat and tears.
“can't wait too see you pregnant, your stomach swell. fuck, i know you will look so hot carrying our baby.”
our baby. that has your closed eyes and you seen stars. yes, our baby, you think. you envision a baby daughter—even though you don't mind if the baby's a son obviously—but you really want a little mini-me. jason too, you think, as you remember your old talk when you're dating about him thinking how baby daughter and dad's interactions he's been seeing in real life and in social media platforms are very precious.
you don't realize you're so stimulated that you're sobbing until jason points it out to you. he offers you to come together with him. no, he needs to come together with you.
“you're very close, sweetheart? be patient for me, alright? i'm so close too.”
his strokes are getting desperate, hard and unforgiving.
you look sideway so your cheek is on the cold counter now, not your whole face, and you can only take it and patiently waiting for him to reach his peak while holding yours back—it is not easy at all.
turns out it's not long at all though, because on your thirty seconds count you cry so hard, your vision blurry with tears.your orgasm being stolen from you as the tightening of your walls send jason to his own with his one last violent thrust.
you can feel his warm thick cum shoots inside of your vaginal walls. coating them thoroughly, not one surface is spared by his seeds. jason draps his massive body on your back, your sweat mingling. he waits until his cock stops spurting his cum.
“that's probably the hottest making love session we've in this house.”
he rasps, kissing the side of your sweaty neck.you can only give him a weak laugh. you feel satiated and boneless and you just want him to carry you after this.
“right. who knows the thought of making me pregnant really gets you going like you never were?”
“oh, love, you're about to see more of this.”
“mhmm?” you hum with seductive tone.
“yeah. we're not done yet even for today. we better ordering some foods after this because i know we'll need it. i'm not stopping, love, until i am sure it takes. even after that.”
jason pulls out of you slowly. he gestures you to tighten your thighs so his cum doesn't spill, and then carrying you to you the bedroom. that's where your phones are.
when he drops you on the soft mattress of your king-size bed, he goes to the nightstand on its side, ordering you both some heavy meals—and desserts—take out for you two's dinner.
then he closes his phone, he’s spooning you.
at that point, you already are being lulled by soft and cool bedding.
he kisses your nape and brushing strands of your hair softly.
“get your little nap, you'll need to gain energy, love, if we want to go all night. don't worry, i will wake you up when the foods have arrived.”
mariea's notea: i can't get this prompt out of my head it's been haunting me for days. glad i wrote it down <3
serious not though, BE SAFE if you're actively having sex. don't try anything above at home.
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