#soarynn snow

[slaymitchabernathy]

Society Smiles

| this story was inspired by the song 'Good Luck Babe!' by Chappell Roan |

| “when you wake up next to him in the middle of the night, with your head in your hands, you’re nothing more than his wife” |

"The most attractive thing about a woman is her smile."

Those words have been engrained into Soarynn's mind since she heard them one day at school. One of her classmates had asked their male Professor what he deemed the most attractive quality of a woman. The room had filled with snickers as everyone prepared themselves for a somewhat sexist answer. He'd chuckled and paced the front of the room for a moment before coming to a conclusion and uttering those ten words that changed Soarynn's entire perspective.

She remembered looking over her shoulder at Coriolanus Snow who sat in the back of the classroom with his friends. He was slouched in his chair, his legs spread wide as he leaned back. He'd given her a smirk and she'd felt butterflies in her stomach.

Since she was sixteen all Soarynn had thought about was getting married. Some girls didn't. Some girls had large ambitions and wanted to be doctors or politicians, to really change the world.

But not Soarynn.

Her father always supported her dreams, he was pleased to find that his high society daughter had taken a liking to their customs that some deemed "old fashioned." She attended cotillion classes, and learned how to be the perfect upper-class wife, the society darling.

Eyes bright, chins up, smiles on.

Soarynn was quite possibly the most well-mannered girl under the age of twenty-five in the entire Capitol. She laughed at every joke, smiled for every photograph, dressed effortlessly for every occasion, and above all, she knew her place. She never strived to be an overachiever or to be neck and neck with her male classmates.

So it was no surprise when Coriolanus Snow chose her to be his wife.

They began their relationship after graduating from the Academy. That summer before University was the time when Soarynn got properly acquainted with the personality of Coriolanus Snow. She found out exactly how he liked his coffee, how he liked to be addressed, greeted, treated and, above all, respected.

He expected perfection from her in every way. Neither of them could afford to falter, not when they were at the top. They attended galas and banquets together and he proudly showed her off. Coriolanus became a constant source of stability for Soarynn. If she ever had any doubts about how to act, he was quick to correct them.

He was quick to mold her.

Sometimes she wondered what her life would be like if she chose to go in the other direction if she craved more independence. She didn't linger long with those thoughts though, she couldn't afford to, not when there was a husband to make happy and people to please.

Coriolanus proposed a month after they graduated from University. Their wedding had been a high society wedding with all the bells and whistles. Soarynn had been positively glowing at all the praise their wedding received. Several news outlets commented on their wedding and it only fed both of their egos.

'Coriolanus Snow swoops up the Perfect Bride' 'Soarynn Snow was the Picture Perfect Bride' 'The Perfect Example of Capitol Wealth' 'Snow Lands on Top as Coriolanus Snow secures the Perfect Wife'

That type of praise meant everything to Soarynn. She'd clipped out the headlines from the newspapers to frame in their penthouse. If society deemed her perfect then she had to be perfect, right?

Soarynn felt herself questioning that way of thinking as she slipped on her dress for tonight's party. The Heavensbees were throwing an extravagant party to celebrate another year of the Hunger Games so the Snows had of course been invited. Coriolanus was good friends with Hilarius Heavensbee which meant they were always guaranteed an invitation.

Appearances mattered at things like these events so Soarynn had spent the entire day preparing herself to be the perfect society wife she was always meant to be. Her soft blonde hair was perfectly styled, not a hair out of place thanks to her favorite hair stylist. Some might see her getting her hair professionally done once a month as an extravagant expense, one that was not required. But Coriolanus had certain standards that Soarynn had to live up to and he was more than happy to pay for all her beauty treatments as long as he was the one to reap their benefits.

Soarynn got her nails and hair done monthly, not to mention the clothes she had custom-made for her and all the skin treatments she did as well. She was perfect.

Once she sat down in front of her vanity, she carefully applied a bit more powder to her face as the finishing touch for her makeup, not wanting to look like she was trying too hard. Because she wasn't, obviously.

Coriolanus walked in and tore all her pestering thoughts of out her mind the second she laid eyes on her husband. He was entirely too handsome for his own good and he knew it too. He was charming, sophisticated, hard-working, and above all, he was a Snow.

Being a Snow came with certain privileges that not everyone was given. It elevated your status almost to the one that the President possessed. Soarynn had marveled at how differently she was treated once he slipped that wedding ring on her finger. Coriolanus was used to this type of treatment by now but thought it was adorable how she'd reacted at first.

Soarynn was more than used to her new status by now and always expected to be treated with the utmost respect.

He walks over to his side of the closet, pulling open the drawer that holds all of his neckties. Most men in the Capitol are limited to a certain wardrobe. A nice suit, black leather shoes, and a white button-up to go underneath. But Coriolanus managed to spice such a simple formula up with things like neckties and cufflinks and set off quite the trend amongst the elite men.

“What earrings are you wearing tonight darling?”

Soarynn hears him but doesn’t quite register his question as her thoughts begin to creep back into her mind. Why did they even go to these things? Who cared about things like flaunting one’s wealth?

“Darling?”

Soarynn looks up to find Coriolanus standing right in front of her, a concerned look on his face. “Oh. Um, my earrings? I’m not quite sure yet,” she says, turning to face her vanity mirror again, “is there a certain pair you’d like me to wear?”

Soarynn knew her husband all too well to know that he loved getting to decide what she wore. And it helped that he had relatively good fashion sense. “I was thinking…these,” he says, pulling out a red velvet box from his pocket. Soarynn eyes the box through the mirror and her heart beats a bit faster that premice of a gift. When they were dating Coriolanus showered her with gifts and that’s continued throughout their relationship and into their marriage.

Sometimes it was a new handbag, other times it was a shopping spree. Soarynn’s favorite gift had to be her darling cat, Petunia, who Coriolanus claimed looked just like her when he was choosing which kitten to take home. Petunia had been a gift for their one year wedding anniversary and Soarynn adored the cat with all her heart.

“I assume these earrings will match your cufflinks,” Soarynn says playfully, turning and gently taking the box from his large hand, into her small and dainty one. Coriolanus chuckles and scratches the back of his neck, “You know me too well.” She certainly did. Every moment, every breath, every smile and laugh was perfectly curated to please her husband and Soarynn’s husband was always pleased.

Soarynn smiles up at him before opening the box and she lets out a soft gasp. The earrings are beautiful. It looks as if a gold wire has been fashioned around itself over and over again until it was large enough to hold the large-looking pearl that hangs from the gold wiring. It’s stunning, really.

Soarynn runs her fingers over the jewelry, “Oh, it’s beautiful, absolutely beautiful.”

Coriolanus places his hand on the top of her head, smoothing her hair down, “Well I’ve been more than pleased with you lately, and good behavior ought to be rewarded where I’m concerned.” The comment isn’t lost on Soarynn, that she’s been well-behaved. He could’ve said that it was a token of his affection or that he simply thought of her when he saw the earrings but he didn’t.

He bought them because she was well-behaved.

And she knew that her husband loved her. He said it at the altar, in front of friends and family, and he said it when they were alone. But did he mean it? Did she mean it when she said it to him? Perhaps they were more in love with the ideas of each other rather than the actual person.

Still, she can't afford to linger in her pessimistic thoughts right now, not when they have somewhere to be. Coriolanus hates being late.

꧁ ꧂

"I honestly don't know what he expects," Livia says with a sigh, her red-colored lips turned down in a slight frown, "it's not like I don't want children. And yet Urban seems adamant on placing all the blame onto me." Soarynn nods as she listens to one of her good friends speak about her problems with getting pregnant. Livia Cardew married Ubran Canville two months before Soarynn married Coriolanus and they've been trying for a baby for quite some time.

Soarynn knows that Coriolanus wants children, expects children. But not right now. He'd even shut her down when she had asked about removing her birth control implant before their wedding day. "I can't afford any unwanted surprises," he had told her. Still, she'd love to have a child of her own someday and Livia does as well. "It's not your fault Liv," Soarynn says softly, "he's simply upset. You both are."

Her eyes travel along Heavensbee Hall until they settle on her husband, standing tall among the other Capitol elite men. It seems he's already been watching her because her blue-gray eyes meet his piercing blue ones for a moment before he looks back at Festus Creed, a close friend and associate of his.

"Well it's not about him, now is it?" Livia snaps, the alcohol making her tongue all too loose. Soarynn only drank socially and she made sure to keep a watchful eye on the level of her consumption through the night. She wouldn't want to embarrass her husband with a drunken scene.

Soarynn sighs and shakes her head, "No, I suppose it isn't about him. But do be patient, these things take time you know." Livia hummed but didn't seem too convinced, thankfully, the announcement was made that dinner was ready to be served. Soarynn was quick to find Coriolanus who placed a hand on the small of her back as they found their seats and then pulled out her chair for her. "Thank you," she says sweetly, watching as he takes his own seat.

He nods, "Of course darling. And have I told you how wonderful your hair looks tonight?" Soarynn is practically glowing from his words of praise. She'd gotten her hair done three days ago and it looked perfect. It was just the right length, color, and shine for a Capitol lady like her. "No, but you do seem keen on flattering me tonight," she teases, placing a hand on his knee. Coriolanus shoots her a grin before their attention is brought to Hilarius, their gracious host who is standing up to make a toast.

"Family and friends," he says, raising his glass, "tonight serves as another reminder of who we are. The best of Panem." A grumble of agreement passes through the room, everyone in this room is here for a reason. Because they're the elite, on top. "There's no other way I would want to celebrate another successful year of the Hunger Games than with the best company Panem can provide. To the Hunger Games." Soarynn repeats the phrase as she lifts her own glass up although the sentiment is slightly lost on her. She doesn't really care for the Games the way that others do.

Dinner is brought out in several courses and Soarynn remains ever delightful and polite whilst talking to those around her. "Did you see the girl Tribute from District Three?" Clemensia asks Soarynn as she cuts into her food. Soarynn shakes her head, "I don't believe I caught a good glimpse of her. Why? Was she offputting?" Most children from the Districts came to the Capitol covered in dirt and ridden with diseases. That's why they were kept in the money pen at the zoo.

Clemensia scoffs and puts down her fork and knife before she leans towards Soarynn from across the table, "Worse than that. She was actually somewhat attractive! If she was given the proper styling then she could've passed for a middle-class Capitol citizen." Soarynn furrows her eyebrows at that claim, and it's a rather bold claim in her opinion. Soarynn clears her throat, "Well, I'll have to watch back and see what she looked like."

The grin on Festus Creed's face lets Soarynn know that she's in for a rather vulgar set of words about this Tribute. "She made me want to hop into the arena for a few minutes," he jokes, pulling some laughs from the men around them. Including Coriolanus. Soarynn eyes him but says nothing, it's not the right place or time. "She was rather attractive," Coriolanus admits before taking a sip of his wine, "but looking like a heap of bones certainly wasn't helping her chances."

While Soarynn won't say anything, she can always count on Livia to speak up and she does without fail. "You do realize that you're talking about a child right? And one from the Districts no less." Festus rolls his eyes and shoots Urban a look, "Perhaps you aren't used to the way men talk when women aren't present Livia, but this is skimming the surface of the topics we discuss when we're alone." Soarynn frowns and sets down her cutlery, no longer hungry.

Does Coriolanus talk about her this way? Or other women for that matter?

She's done everything right to keep him interested, to keep him happy. Is it not enough?

꧁ ꧂

"You always know how to make my good nights a great night darling," Coriolanus grunts as he thrusts into her again. Soarynn gasps and her back arches off their bed, her nails digging into his shoulders, "Thank you," she whispers. He'd been in a great mood after the party, probably because he spent the majority of it talking about the attractive qualities of other women. Soarynn had smiled through the entire ordeal, her professor's words ringing through her head, "The most attractive thing about a woman is her smile."

She held onto those words like a lifeline tonight, desperately attempting to stay above the water. While the men openly discussed women's bodies, how they wanted them to look, to act, Soarynn was the quiet and obedient wife her husband always expected her to be. She was perfect even though it killed her inside.

She can feel his thrusts beginning to grow more erratic and she knows he's close, "Fuck," he grits out, his hands squeezing her hips tighter than before, "your cunt does it for me every time Soarynn." Soarynn lets out a whimper and it's not from pleasure as he husband finishes inside of her. Normally, she loves it when they have sex, when he finishes inside of her and says all sorts of things to her in the heat of the moment. But not tonight.

Coriolanus pants above her before pressing a kiss to her forehead, "Let me finish you off." Soarynn is quick to shake her head and plaster on another smile, "It's alright," she tells him, "I think I'd rather just wash off and go to bed." Coriolanus has always been a good lover in the bedroom, making sure that she always reached her peak as well but she's not in the mood to be touched and manipulated tonight by his fingers or his cock.

He frowns and gently cups her face in his hand, "Is everything alright? Did I hurt you?" Soarynn sighs and shakes her head again, "No, everything was perfect as always. I'm just a bit tired is all." That seems to be enough to convince him because he nods and helps her into the bathroom where they shower together, washing the day off of them. "Livia certainly has a mouth on her," Coriolanus mumbles as he wraps his arms around Soarynn, resting his head on her shoulder. Soarynn hums and watches the water wash down the drain, "She's just more outspoken than other women." She's dealt with enough beratement of women tonight and she won't see one of her good friends fall victim to it as well.

His hands splay out across her stomach, "Makes me glad you know how to behave. I bet Urban set her straight the second they got into the car. I can't imagine having to deal with that behavior on a daily basis." Soarynn pales at the words he so carelessly uses when talking about another human being. Rarely does Soarynn ever get snippy or bratty with Coriolanus, and when she does he's quick to put her back in her place. "Well it's a good thing we get along so well," Soarynn says softly, her stomach now in knots. Coriolanus presses a kiss to her neck, "My thoughts exactly darling."

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn dreams that she's a Tribute in the arena.

It's down to her and that girl from District Three that the men wouldn't stop talking about. Clemensia was right, she's quite pretty all things considered. Both girls are battered and bruised and Soarynn can hear the crowd screaming out for them to finish each other off. She looks up at the crowd and spots Coriolanus along with several of their friends, all their gazes scrutinizing as they look down at her and her current state. Her bottom lip quivers as she realizes that she's been reduced to the likes of a District citizen and all for their entertainment.

"Well," the girl calls out, a spear in her hand, covered in blood, "it's just you and me then." Soarynn frowns and looks back up at Coriolanus. Why isn't he helping her?

The girl notices him in the crowd as well and she laughs. She laughs so hard that she begins to cough up blood, "He...he doesn't care about you," she wheezes. Soarynn shakes her head, her fingers tightening around her own bloody spear, "You're lying. He's my husband." The girl tilts her head and a cruel smile spreads across her dirty face, "Then why are you in here and not up there with him?"

Soarynn feels her mouth drying as she searches for an answer and the girl nods, "See? You're just entertainment for him, something to show off and fuck whenever he's bored." Soarynn shakes her head fervently, "No I'm not. He loves me." The crowd grows louder and louder, eager for bloodshed. "Get on with it!" Someone shouts, "Prove your worth you dirty girl!" Soarynn doesn't know who they're talking to but it spurs her into action and she takes off running towards the girl. Their spears clash against each other as they fight to the death. Soarynn shoves her spear harder and throws the girl off balance.

"KILL HER!" The crowd screams.

Soarynn pulls her spear back and runs it through the girl's abdomen, watching her fall to her knees before she falls over. Soarynn pants as she looks up at the crowd, for Coriolanus and his nod of approval but instead finds him laughing, mocking her. "The winner of the Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow's wife," the announcer's voice booms throughout the arena as the crowd cheers.

Soarynn falls to her knees, was that all she was? His wife? She just won the Hunger Games and yet Coriolanus was given more credit than she was. The girl coughs up some more blood as the life slowly fades from her eyes, "I told you so," she whispers before she takes her last breath.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn wakes up with a gasp, clutching the sheets as she looks around the dark bedroom. Coriolanus is sound asleep next to her, not a care in the world. Soarynn feels sick like she might throw up. She hasn't had a dream like that ever in her life but she feels horrible. It felt so real.

She thinks about waking up Coriolanus, asking for words of comfort and kisses and hugs but she decides against it. He'd only tell her what she wants to hear before rolling over and going back to sleep.

A single tear falls down Soarynn's face as reality begins to hit her. Whether in the Capitol or the arena, she's only of value as long as she belongs to him. As long as she's his wife.

With her head in her hands, she's nothing more than his wife.

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Coming Home

| a companion to 'His & Hers.' |

Coriolanus anxiously taps his foot on the pavement. Around him is the sound of trains pulling in and out of the station along with the shouts of family and friends reuniting with one another after a trip. Loved ones throw their arms around each other, pressing kisses to cheeks and murmuring words of relief for their safe travels.

His loved one isn’t here yet.

She’ll be here any minute now. Unless the train has gone off the tracks and she’s died a sudden and gruesome death. But that hasn’t happened, he tells himself. Besides, he would have been alerted if such a thing was to happen.

Soarynn and several other Capitol ladies took a luxurious trip to District Four to visit one of the many resorts that the Capitol has. Soarynn had been so excited to see the ocean for the first time. She talked about it for weeks on end once he finally agreed to let her go. And Soarynn didn’t need his permission. Not when the trip was already paid for and she was simply to be an invited guest.

But she cared about his approval. His trust. Coriolanus knew that she wouldn’t go if he hadn’t been okay with it. And he wasn’t okay with it. A million horrible things could happen on this trip. The worst part was that he couldn’t protect her from any of them, not when she was outside the safety of the Capitol, out of his reach.

But all had been well according to Soarynn’s very detailed phone calls he got every night when she called him before going to bed. Soarynn had been nervous in her own way. Mostly because going on this trip meant leaving the most important thing in her entire life behind.

Petunia.

Coriolanus had rolled his eyes at the detailed checklist his girlfriend had written for him. Petunia was a cat, not a human. The list was ridiculous but Coriolanus made sure to follow each thorough instruction. Even if it meant brushing the feline three times a day. He didn’t even brush his own hair three times a day.

Soarynn had also been nervous to her lack of travel experience. She’d never left the Capitol before, not even before the war. Coriolanus hadn’t traveled as extensively as some of their other friends but he knew what lay out there in the Districts. Danger, hunger, desperation. And Soarynn was in the thick of it for the past five days.

A small part of him hoped she’d call him crying, asking for him to get her home immediately because she was scared but it felt as if he was given the opposite reaction from her new experiences.

“Oh, Coryo it’s beautiful! We went swimming today! We’re going to the spa tomorrow! I caught a fish today!” Soarynn had the time of her life.

Coriolanus was happy that she had a good time, that she hadn’t fallen ill or gotten attacked by a psychotic District citizen. He checks his watch again and frowns when he sees that her train is now two minutes late. The Capitol’s train schedule is known for its promptness. Not today it seems.

Coriolanus glances around the platform and pins down a Peacekeeper who looks like he’s doing a whole lot of nothing. He strides over to him, chest puffed out, head held high. “Excuse me, I came to inquire about the train schedules,” he says. The man turns around and grunts, “Of course sir. What train were you inquiring about?” Coriolanus pulls the neatly folded piece of paper out of his coat pocket which has all of the details about Soarynn’s trip written in her neat handwriting.

“It’s the three o’clock train,” he reads, “coming from the District Four Costal Resort.” The Peacekeeper nods and looks down at his own watch, “Hmm. Running late I see. A bit unusual.” Coriolanus nods but the man’s words do nothing to calm his nerves. “Let me go ask,” the Peacekeeper says before walking off to what must be the train control center. Coriolanus leans towards the white line that’s clearly painted along the edge of the platform. There are several large signs around the entire station that read: “Please do not cross the white line for the safety of all passengers.”

He hasn’t really paid it much mind in the past but now it seems to be quite the bother. How can he not cross it once he sees the love of his life? And as much as he loves her, Soarynn can be quite slow when she wants to be and he knows that she’ll take her sweet time getting off that train rather than leaping off and running into his arms.

He’ll just have to be patient.

The past five days have been short of torture. Waking up to an empty bed, to an empty apartment has been the worst. To know that she won’t be there when he gets home, won’t be smiling up at him and giggling. He found himself looking into their closet, expecting her to be getting dressed for the day only to find it dark and empty. Soarynn was his other half, the missing piece.

“It appears there was a weather delay.” The voice pulls Coriolanus from his nagging thoughts and he looks back at the Peacekeeper, “Weather delay?” He repeats, knowing that he’s never heard of such a thing. “Yes, there was some severe weather in Four. The train should be arriving shortly.” The man gives him a curt nod before walking away again and leaves Coriolanus with even more troubling thoughts. He’s definitely going to have a word with Festus Creed who organized and paid for this trip. Festus is dating Aurora Windsnap who’s a good friend of Soarynn’s and Coriolanus highly doubts that Festus has been as concerned as he’s been about his girlfriend’s wellbeing.

Clearly not considering the train station is lacking a certain Festus Creed or any of the other boyfriends for that matter. Once again, Snow lands on top.

He reaches into his pocket once again and feels the stem of the single rose he’s brought for Soarynn, and it gives him some comfort to know that it’ll soon be in her possession.

Then he hears it. The whistle of a train. He looks down the tunnel of the station and watches as the front light of the train gets closer and closer until it’s slowly pulling into the station. He tries to catch a glimpse of Soarynn through the train windows but he can’t see her. He tries to step closer but a sharp whistle prevents him from doing so. He looks in the direction of the whistle to see a train attendant pointing at the white line he just so recklessly crossed.

Coriolanus resists rolling his eyes and takes an exaggerated step back for good measure. Clearly, this train attendant doesn’t understand the severity of the situation. He watches people slowly descend from the train, luggage in hand. People are wrapped in their winter coats and scarves, and women hold onto their hats and gloves.

He holds the rose behind his back.

He can hear the girls before he sees them, shrieking about something that probably isn’t that funny. They’re also bundled up in their winter coats and they oh-so-slowly descend the train steps. Coriolanus is both impressed and somewhat concerned at the amount of luggage they’ve managed to bring for a five day trip. Soarynn is no better though, in fact, he had to put his foot down when she tried to take a sixth trunk of belongings.

“You’re going for five days, not five years darling,” he’d said to her as he took the trunk from her hands.

The girls notice him immediately although he’s hard to miss considering he’s the tallest person at the station. They all whisper and giggle as they point at him, the wonderful, devoted, and doting boyfriend who’s come to collect his girlfriend from the train station. He doesn’t doubt that their boyfriends have sent for cars to take them home but he didn’t want to wait any longer than he had to.

He cranes his neck and tries to see Soarynn but she has yet to make an appearance. Has something happened? Is she not on the train? Did they confiscate her Capitol documents?

Coriolanus had been very adamant about making sure that all of Soarynn’s Capitol documentation was in order before she left for this trip. The documentation included her Capitol citizenship papers, her birth certificate, her proof of residency and her citizens license. Soarynn has teased him about how thoroughly he’d gone about it but he would never forgive himself if for some reason she was detained for not having enough documentation. Better safe than sorry.

Finally, he sees her blonde head of hair. She’s wearing a light pink coat with a matching scarf and cream colors heels. She looks beautiful. She says something to her friends as she gracefully descends from the train, unaware of his presence. Her luggage follows behind her in the arms of a struggling attendant who clearly underestimated the weight of his girlfriend’s belongings. Soarynn is only carrying a small handbag, one he bought her specifically for this trip. Clemensia points in his direction and Soarynn finally sees him.

Her face immediately brightens up and she breaks into a big smile before she begins running towards him. Normally, Coriolanus Snow would behave with decorum and not run across the train platform. But he doesn’t quite give a fuck about manners right now. He takes long strides towards her, and his own smile grows bigger and bigger until she’s flying into his arms. Soarynn’s giggles fill his ears and they’re the sweetest melody he’s ever heard. Her arms are thrown around his neck and he wraps both arms around her waist, slightly lifting her off the ground and spinning them around.

He heard a few whistles and clap but all of their surroundings fade away the second Soarynn pulls away from the embrace and he lays eyes on her beautiful face. She looks even more tan which makes her eyes pop. The weather was clearly warmer than it is now in the Capitol. “Hi,” she says, unable to contain her excitement. Coriolanus chuckles and gently sets her down, “Hello my darling.”

He wastes no time in cupping her face with his hand and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. It feels like it’s been an eternity since he’s felt her lips against his. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, her fingers carding into his hair. They stay like that for a moment, re-familiarizing each other before they pull away. “I missed you,” is the first thing that leaves his mouth. He did. He really, really did. Soarynn being gone reminded him of a life before he knew her. When even though he had a place to live, he didn’t have a place to come home to, someone to come home to.

Soarynn was his home.

Soarynn smiles sweetly and nods, “I missed you terribly as well. I couldn’t stop thinking about you the entire trip.” Her words make his heart swell. To know that he was constantly on her mind is all her needs to know that this is the girl he’s going to marry. He pulls her closer against him, “Then we should never leave one another again,” he decides before leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. Soarynn giggles and gives his cheek a playful pinch, “You mean to tell me that you were without anything to do while I was gone?”

Coriolanus thinks back to how he’s spent the last five miserable days without her. Most of his time was spent at work. It had gotten to the point where his boss had to tell him to leave and get some fresh air. Coriolanus felt that work would serve as a good distraction from thinking about Soarynn every minute of every hour until she came back home.

He had dinner with some friends, all of whom were also missing their girlfriends since they were also on the trip. He also spent some time with Petunia which was awkward for the both of them. Soarynn was their common ground and Petunia was constantly pacing the apartment, meowing for Soarynn. She’d be happy to have her home.

He shakes his head, “Absolutely nothing.” They both grin and Soarynn gives his cheek a peck, “Well I’m home my handsome boy. You’ll never be without me again.” If only she knew how much those words meant to him. Coriolanus is quick to present the rose to her and Soarynn softly gasps, “It’s beautiful Coryo. Thank you, it’s the perfect welcome gift.”

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus feels himself teeming with pride for a job well done as they leave the train station. All of Soarynn’s belongings follow behind them on a large cart. Soarynn herself has been collected and is safely pressed to his side as they walk out onto the cold Capitol street. “Are you hungry?” He asks, looking down at his girlfriend who’s looking up at the gray sky. It’ll probably snow tonight. “Hmm? Oh no. We ate on the train,” she says, shaking her head. Coriolanus figures they should just head home then, let Soarynn get settled back in before it gets too dark. Maybe he’ll take her out to a nice dinner tonight to celebrate her homecoming.

He makes sure Soarynn is tucked away in the car before watching two attendants attempt to fit all his girlfriend’s luggage into the trunk. They manage it eventually and Coriolanus rewards their work with a generous tip before getting into the car himself. He nods at their driver, “We’ll be going home.”

Soarynn rests her head on his shoulder as the car pulls away from the curb. “It’s so strange being back home. I feel as though I’m a completely different person than I was when I left.” Coriolanus can’t stop from smiling at her innocent claims of being a completely new person after five days at a Capitol resort. He knows for a fact that she never left the property or interacted with any District citizens for that matter. Still, it was a big journey for her and he listened to her talk about all the things they did on the drive home.

Soarynn is still rambling when the elevator doors open up to the familiar sight of their front doors. “I can’t wait to see Petunia!” She says, bouncing on her toes. Coriolanus hums as he digs through his pockets to locate the keys. “She’s certainly missed you.” Soarynn being gone has to be the closest thing Petunia will ever come to as neglect. Five head scratches instead of ten, heaven forbid!

The moment he unlocks the doors Soarynn darts in, calling out Petunia’s name. Coriolanus brings in all her luggage, setting it down in the foyer before he ventures further into the penthouse to find Soarynn.

He finds her in their bedroom, lying on the bed with a white ball of fluff lying on top of her. “You two are the most dramatic women I have ever met,” he tells them, ignoring the hiss he gets from Petunia.

Soarynn is quick to soothe over any wounds, “Shhh. Don’t pay attention to him my darling. He doesn’t know how hard it’s been for the both of us,” she tells the cat. Coriolanus scoffs and walks into the closet, his coat is beginning to feel too heavy and he doesn’t want to sweat through a good dress shirt.

When he comes out he finds them in the exact same position he left them in. Petunia looks like she’s gloating from his point of view. She looks all too smug as Soarynn showers her with pets and kisses. “You remembered to feed her right?” Soarynn asks, looking up at him, “And to brush her?” Coriolanus hums, “It was quite hard to forget to do anything with that wonderful list you left for me.” He eyes the detailed list that sits on his nightstand. He'd followed the instructions religiously because he just knew that Soarynn would find out if he skipped a step.

Soarynn blushes but nods, "Well there's no harm in being overly prepared. Isn't that right Petunia?"

Coriolanus decides to leave the bedroom since they clearly aren't done with their reunion. Besides, he has a few things to go over in his study that relate to work.

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His study is as impressive as his office at work, filled with mahogany furniture, books lining the shelves, and comfortable armchairs. There's a small loveseat pressed against the wall across from his desk, right under the window. Soarynn and Petunia will often curl up on the loveseat, resting their heads on the window seal to watch the people below them. It's moments like that where Coriolanus feels that Soarynn most definitely could be a cat in the way she perches herself on the furniture.

He pulls out the files he's brought home from work and begins to go over them, making notes when needed. He glances at the clock that sits on his desk but his eyes travel to the framed photograph of him and Soarynn from a year ago. He loves the photo, loves how big Soarynn's smile is while he presses a kiss to her neck while she tries to pull away even though she loves neck kisses. He loves the way his large hands wrap around her small waist perfectly. They're perfect together.

A soft knock at the door reminds him of where he is and what he's supposed to be doing and he looks up at the door to find Soarynn peeking her head in, "Come in darling," he says, beckoning her to enter. Another thing he loves about Soarynn, she never enters his space without permission. The last thing he needs is a girlfriend who snoops.

Soarynn changed into some more comfortable clothes, pajamas to put it plainly which lets him know that they won't be going out to dinner tonight. Fine by him, that just means he gets her all to himself. "Are you busy?" She asks, stopping at the side of his desk, her blue-gray eyes scanning the documents that lay before him. He shakes his head, "Not at all. Is there something you need?" Soarynn bites her lip and rocks back and forth on her heels for a moment which is a tell that she's going to ask for something she probably shouldn't ask for.

"Well...Clemmie just called and I thought maybe she might have left something behind but it turns out that the girls are already planning another trip, and this time our boyfriends are allowed to join us!"

Coriolanus blinks once, twice. A trip with several Capitol couples sounds like somewhat of a nightmare to him. But he can see how excited Soarynn already is at the prospect of traveling together. "And this time you'd be with me," she quickly adds, "to protect me and keep me out of harm's way." Coriolanus chuckles at her convincing words, she's clearly put some thought into this proposition.

He rubs his temples, "Well I'd have to think about it Soarynn. It might interfere with my work schedule. And you know how I feel about the Districts."

Soarynn slightly slouches but she doesn't lose the smile on her face, "Alright. I just thought I'd bring it up." Coriolanus nods, "Thank you for letting me know." He turns back to his work but Soarynn doesn't make any moves to leave his study.

"Can I sit with you?"

Her question brings a grin to his lips and he pushes back from the desk, baring his lap to her, "Can't get enough hmm?" He teases as Soarynn carefully straddles him, her legs slightly dangling on either side of the chair.

Soarynn scoffs and gives him a knowing look, "I'm not the one who constantly demands physical affection." She's got him there. Coriolanus has always been the more physical one in the relationship. He craves it really, absolutely needs it from her and Soarynn has always given it to him without complaint. He knows she enjoys it too but she's not as forward as he is about it which is why occasions like this can be often rare. He gives her waist a gentle squeeze and presses a soft kiss to her lips, "Well after five days of being apart I wouldn't expect any less from you."

They both settle back down and Soarynn rests her chin on his shoulder while he continues to work. He keeps one hand wrapped around her at all times, even if it makes working a little more difficult. He doesn't mind. The smell of vanilla overwhelms his senses with Soarynn right on top of him. She feels so soft and warm. He really does have the perfect girl. He knows she'll fall asleep soon as she always does when they're in this position.

To have her back in his arms is the greatest gift he can be given, to know that she's safe and loved, all under his watch. Even though he wasn't the one who left, it still feels like coming home.

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Back Together Again

For once, Coriolanus is home before Soarynn.

It’s unusual and he doesn’t quite know how to feel about it. She’s at a dinner with some of her friends and his meeting was shorter than he had originally planned for so here he is, nursing a glass of whiskey while waiting for the love of his life to return.

The penthouse is so quiet without Soarynn in it. Normally, it’s filled with music and laughter. She often sings out loud or talks to her cat Petunia, who she claims can understand her. But it’s quiet.

He checks his watch again for the tenth time within five minutes and sighs. Is this how she feels all the time? Soarynn doesn’t work, he’s seen to it that she’s well taken care of but that leaves her with a lot of free time on her hands and most of it she spends shopping, going out with friends and taking care of his ancestral penthouse. She does however, spend a good amount of time waiting for him to come home every night.

Coriolanus eyes the cat sitting on the armchair across from him. Petunia’s tail flicks back and forth as the two sit in a comfortable silence. Both waiting for Soarynn. Then, they hear it. The sound of the front doors unlocking. Petunia jumps off the chair and bounds down the hallway to greet Soarynn whereas Coriolanus takes the more reserved route and simply waits. She’ll come to him like she always does.

But she doesn’t. He can hear her make her way inside and close the door. He doesn’t hear any greetings for the cat which he smugly notes but it’s so…quiet. He listens to the sound of Soarynn’s heels on the hardwood floor as they walk down the hall but she never makes it to the living room.

Coriolanus furrows his brows. Has something happened? Is she upset with him? His worries persist when Petunia comes back into the living room, her tail lowered in defeat.

Coriolanus pushes himself from the sofa and makes his way to their bedroom where Soarynn has most likely gone to. He’s proven correct when he finds the closet light on and catches a glimpse of Soarynn throwing her heels towards the other side, a childish act that he is not too fond of seeing from his girlfriend. Especially because he bought her those shoes and every fucking thing in that closet.

He also notes her expensive handbag carelessly lying on the floor as well. Coriolanus strides across the room and knocks on the closet’s doorframe before entering and finds Soarynn sitting on one of the ottomans they have in the closet. She’s hunched over as she fusses with the tights she wore tonight, trying to pull them off and not paying him any mind.

Coriolanus clenches his jaw and clears his throat, “Is there a reason as to why you failed to greet me when you arrived home?” Soarynn would often wait right in front of the doors when he got home, not wanting to wait a moment longer to see him again. This behavior is the complete opposite of what he’s used to receiving from his girlfriend and he doesn’t like it one bit.

Soarynn mumbles something incoherent and Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, “Excuse me?” Soarynn snaps her head up and he’s finally granted a few of his girlfriend’s face. Her eyes are red and filled with tears and a bit of her mascara has run down her face as well, “I said it’s none of your fucking business,” she snaps, so much anger in her tone.

Coriolanus is taken back both by the tears and the snippy attitude which he does not appreciate one bit. Soarynn is normally polite and sweet. This is not the girl he’s grown to love.

Coriolanus grabs her chin, squeezing it between his thumb and index finger, “Say that one more time,”he challenges, his tone sharp. Soarynn jerks away from his hold and stands up, slightly unsteady on her feet which means she had something to drink at dinner. “Just leave me alone,” she huffs as she brushes past him and into the bedroom. Coriolanus is right behind her and he reaches for her arm, wrapping his long fingers around it.

“Have you forgotten all your manners or are you just trying to piss me off?” He asks, pulling on her arm. Soarynn whips her head around and he can see fresh tears falling from her face, “It doesn’t fucking matter so just let me go,” she says, her voice trembling. He’s more concerned than upset at the moment but when Soarynn attempts to break free from his grip, it all goes downhill.

She succeeds in pulling away from his grasp but the alcohol in her system has stunted her senses and her foot catches under the rug they have laid out on the bedroom floor. It’s within five seconds that Soarynn is hitting the hard floor with a loud bang. Coriolanus flinches and quickly reaches down to check on her and her shaking form. He rests and hand on her back and Soarynn lets out a whimper, “I…” Her voice dies off, “I just want today to be over,” she whispers.

Coriolanus furrows his brows at her words. “What happened tonight? Did someone hurt you? Try to touch you?” He can already feel his blood boiling at the thought of another man trying to hurt his precious girlfriend.

Soarynn slowly sits up on her knees and shakes her head, “No one touched me,” she whispers. Coriolanus withdraws his hand from her back in exchange for making his way around her so that he can look her in the eye. He kneels down until they’re almost at eye level with one another, even on his knees he’s taller than Soarynn.

Her eyes are trained on the floor, tears falling onto the rug. He ever so carefully reaches out to cup her face with his hand, being oh-so gentle while doing so.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

Soarynn sniffles and shakes her head, “It’s nothing of importance.” It probably isn’t. It’s probably about something silly and something that would never bother Coriolanus. But it’s bothering Soarynn which means it’s bothering him.

“Tell me,” he gently urges, his heart clenching at the sight of his girlfriend upset. Soarynn wipes a tear and takes in a shaky breath, “Clemmie said some things and…” Her bottom lip trembles and he knows she’s about to start crying, “And I don’t think she’s ever going to talk to me again,” Soarynn gasps, her entire body shaking as she begins to sob.

Coriolanus wishes he could take every bit of pain away from Soarynn, who’s already been through so much already. He doesn’t hesitate to pull her into his embrace, wrapping his arms around her small frame as she sits on his lap, crying into his shoulder. “She hates me,” Soarynn cries in between sobs, “she absolutely hates me.”

Coriolanus highly doubts that Clemensia hates Soarynn, especially because the girl is somewhat easy to piss off and often gets into arguments with everyone. It’s a miracle that she and Soarynn haven’t already gotten into some sort of disagreement.

But it’s clearly weighing on Soarynn’s heart. Coriolanus knows how much she values all her relationships and how devastated she can get when faced with a fight. Soarynn doesn’t like arguing, she’d rather apologize and move on with things whereas Clemensia can hold a nasty grudge.

Coriolanus grows more worried though as Soarynn struggles to breathe, her breaths growing more and more erratic. “Soarynn,” he says softly, “Soarynn look at me.” Soarynn lifts her head and his heart shatters into a million pieces at the sight of his girlfriend’s teary eyed complexion. The tears aren’t slowing down and neither is her breathing.

Is this a panic attack? Does she need to lie down? Should he call the doctor?

He pushes all those questions to the side and simply focuses on her. He rubs soothing circles on her back and takes her hand in his other hand, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Just breathe,” he instructs, “in and out darling. In and out.” He does the breathing exercises with her, both of them taking in a deep breath and holding it before slowly pushing it out. “That’s it,” he praises, “you’re doing so well my love.”

The tears haven’t ceased but her breathing is much better and he’s no longer considering medical assistance. He wipes away a few tears before resting his forehead against hers. “It’s all going to be okay Soarynn. She’ll come around, I promise.” Soarynn scoffs and shakes her head, “I fear that she’s quite upset with me, and I’m rather upset with her as well.”

He doesn’t ask what the fight was about. Not now, when clearly anything can trigger her into another spiral. Right now he needs to do damage control, calm her down, get her some rest.

He presses a soft kiss to her forehead before cupping her face with both his hands, cradling it whilst rubbing under her eyes with his thumbs. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. I saw you weren’t being your normal self and yet I attacked you before making sure you were alright,” he says, the guilt already eating away at him.

Since dating Soarynn, Coriolanus has found himself to be a better man. More patient and kind. The old him attacked first and asked questions later. He acted like that version of himself tonight, attacking his girlfriend before finding the root of the problem. Soarynn sniffles and shrugs, “It’s alright. I…I should’ve told you right when I got home.”

Coriolanus shakes his head and gently presses his fingers into the soft skin of her face, his eyes looking into her with such deep conviction, “It’s not alright Soarynn,” he insists, “I should’ve gone about it in a completely different way and yet I’ve hurt you even more in the process.” Soarynn looks down at her lap and sighs, “I forgive you Coryo. Tonight has been horrible for both of us.”

He can agree with that. He still wishes he could do more to help with the ache in her heart. “Is there anything I can do?” He asks softly. Soarynn bites her lip, “I think I just want to take a bath and go to bed.” He nods, he can do that. “Of course darling.”

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With Soarynn safely tucked in bed next to him, Coriolanus feels much better already.

She’s fast asleep in his arms, tonight’s events had taken a massive toll on her. He’d bathed her with her favorite soaps and washed her hair. Then he brought her a dessert that was undoubtedly her favorite, chocolate covered strawberries. Petunia finally proved herself useful and cuddled with Soarynn for a good half hour and the two of them seemed to help improve each other’s moods significantly.

He watches her as she sleeps. She looks so beautiful. Tonight was a painful reminder of how nasty he can get, what he’s capable of. There’s some things he knows he could never be capable of. Harming her is the main thing. Hitting Soarynn is completely out of the question. How could he harm the love of his life with his hands?

He’d turn himself into the authorities if he ever stooped so low.

Tomorrow they’ll talk about it more, what led to the fight between the girls, how to make amends. Then he’ll take her shopping and spoil her the way she deserves to be spoiled.

And should something like this ever occur again, he’ll know how the put the pieces back together again.

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The Type of Boyfriend

People often wonder what type of boyfriend Coriolanus Snow would be like.

He’s a coat of many colors, a jack of all trades, a fucking wild card if you will, so a definite answer can truly never be given.

However.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend who insists on the stereotypical gender roles, his girlfriend must look presentable at all times—to help his image—and he is to be the sole provider of their household.

Coriolanus does however hold his girlfriend’s purse whenever he takes her shopping, the six-foot-two man proudly wearing her outrageously expensive handbag on his broad shoulder while he follows her around the store.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to roll his eyes at any signs of weakness. He doesn’t tolerate things like that, childish notions that he left behind years ago when the war ended.

Coriolanus does make the exception for his girlfriend though. Especially when she falls and hits the pavement hard, scraping her soft knees. He’s thorough in cleaning them, wrapping them in bandages and then placing kisses on the bandages cuts for good measures.

A woman’s body is something he knows much about but he always seems to be lacking when it comes to the somewhat taboo topic of his girlfriend’s menstrual cycle. Quite the painful topic where she’s concerned. He does everything to help make her feel better. Heating pads, chocolates, kisses, whatever she wants. He truly does hate to see her in pain to the point where he begins to grow a certain disdain to her uterus for inflicting such pain on his precious girl.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to claim he despises being forced to indulge in cute little dates. Don’t ever try to get him to do a simple face mask, even though he’ll complain when he feels that the amount she’s applied isn’t “an even coat.” And heaven forbid he be coaxed into wearing a matching set of pajamas while he watches her construct a pillow fort in their living room, mostly because he’ll just have to take over since the structural integrity is clearly at risk with these throw pillows.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to absolutely despise his girlfriend being in the company of other men. He might make the exception for her father but that’s about it. He can’t help it, can’t trust these other men and their intentions with his precious rose. She is the air he breathes and for that to be taken away from him is something that terrifies him.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend who looks forward to falling asleep but only because it means his girlfriend is safely tucked away in his strong arms. He loves to watch her sleep, listen to her soft breathing and watch her nose twitch every once in a while. She’s managed to touch a deep rooted kindness in him that he thought no longer excited until he met her. To have her seek him out for comfort and safety is a gift within itself and one he could never take for granted.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to be surprisingly good at braiding hair. It’s no secret that braided hair is all the rage in Panem and he’ll be damned if his girlfriend is left out of the rising trend. He can do a mean fishtail and don’t even ask if he can dutch braid because he sure fucking can.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to be extremely petty when it comes to the simplest things like putting the dishes away or making the bed. He can’t help but keep a mental spreadsheet in his mind of what has been done by who. Even if it lands him cleaning out the litter box.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend to claim that he can’t stand his girlfriend’s cat but rushes both of them to the vet when her cat gets sick. He’ll be right with the love of his life while they wait in that oh-so crowded waiting room with the parrot who keeps saying the most creative curse words he’s ever heard. He’s most definitely going to pester the veterinarian with a thousand questions concerning the cat’s health even though it turns out the spoiled thing ate a sock. And his girlfriend won’t get a chance to pay for the vet bill, because Coriolanus insists on paying for everything.

And when it’s later that evening and all is well and his girlfriend has drifted off the sleep he’ll confess to the feline that he was just a tad bit worried about her health. But he’ll deny such claims should they be brought up.

But Coriolanus Snow is the type of boyfriend who has a certain dark side that he hides away. So heaven help his girlfriend when she finally discovers it and realizes that it’s far too late to escape the jaws of this venomous snake.

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Coriolanus NSFW Alphabet

A (Aftercare): Coriolanus definitely has a set routine, the same steps he goes through regardless of how rough he was or how he's feeling after. This includes a bath, washing off all the tears and cum from his girlfriend's body. Then he'll dress her in some of his clothes, put some lotion on any sore spots or bruises. If he's in a good mood he'll be a bit more touchy, give some kisses, maybe even cuddle. He's very routine-oriented and rarely ever strays from his.

B (Body Part): His favorite body part on himself is his hands. They're so big and he can use them for so many things. He loves using them to choke his girlfriend, watch her eyes get all glassy. He also loves using his long fingers to please his girlfriend, watching them go in and out of her cunt. His favorite part of his girlfriend is her lips. He loves how they cry out his name when she's too overstimulated, how they gasp whenever he hits that sweet spot in her. And how they smile whenever he's being sweet.

C (Cum): Coriolanus Snow is a man who always finishes inside his girlfriend. Why cum anywhere else when he has that perfectly willing cunt or that small mouth? He mostly prefers to cum inside of her cunt, he's very possessive so he loves to see how he fills her up, how she takes it and to watch it drip down her thighs. He doesn't mind getting a little messy every once in a while by cumming on her face, but that's only if he's in the mood for some humiliation.

D (Dirty Secret): He loves it when his girlfriend scratches up his back. He might complain about it after they have sex about how the hot shower water makes all the cuts sting but he loves it. He's a bit of a masochist so he definitely gets off on it. He also loves seeing how they scar his porcelain skin, knowing that he earned them by fucking his girlfriend good and deep. That's why he insists on her having long nails at all times. He thinks of them as battle scars.

E (Experience): Coriolanus Snow is a whore. A fuckboy, to put it into more modern terms. He'll sleep with almost anybody, as long as he sees them being beneath him. Once he starts dating his girlfriend however, he becomes latched onto her, pouring all his experience into her pleasure while knowing he'll never let another man near her. He also prides himself in being her first time, thus being the only experience she'd ever had.

F (Favorite Position): He loves being on top. Always has to be on top. He doesn't care if it's missionary or ever doggy style. He has to be in charge at all times. He probably enjoys missionary because he can see how dumb she looks, how entirely fucked how he's made her. Doggy gives him some sort of power trip though, being able to grab her hair or shover her face into the mattress makes him feel like he's leagues above her.

G (Goofy): Absolutely not. Sex is the one thing that he's weirdly super serious about. Mostly because he's in a certain mindset and can't be bothered to crack a joke or a genuine smile. He's being so dominant during sex that he can't afford to break that degrading facade. He might say something funny after he's done during aftercare but Coriolanus is the least goofy person ever during sex.

H (Hair): Coriolanus runs a tight ship down there. Mostly because he expects his girlfriend to do the same and hair kind of weirds him out. He trims frequently and isn't afraid to shave either.

I (Intimacy): Coriolanus can definitely be more intimate during sex if he wants to. He'd refer to it as "making love" and would reserve it for special occasions such as anniversaries or birthdays. Normally he's not too intimate, he likes to fuck hard, let all his energy out so he won't be too warm and fuzzy. He might kiss a few bruises afterward or whisper some encouraging words during sex but that's about it.

J (Jack Off): Maybe when he was sixteen and single, but not anymore. He sees it as such a degrading act, that if it's come to that point you might as well go to a brothel. He thinks he's above everyone else because he has a girlfriend who can satisfy all his sexual urges. Why use his hand when he has a perfectly good cunt?

K (Kink): He loves degrading. Loves saying the meanest things, taunting his girlfriend. Loves calling her all sorts of pet names while he fucks her, telling her how dumb she looks on his cock. He also has a weird thing for tears and will often go round for round just to get her overstimulated so she'll cry from the pleasure.

L (Location): The bedroom is his preferred place to fuck. He'd never do it in a public place (too risky) but he doesn't mind having shower sex every once in a while. He also loves fucking in the kitchen or really against any surface he can pin her to. It's so primal in his mind, so needy and aggressive and he definitely gets off on it. But the bedroom is his domain, he loves flipping her in every position on their large bed.

M (Motivation): Coriolanus won't just get hard out of nowhere, nor turned on. He's able to control himself for the most part so it takes a lot to get him riled up. His girlfriend will have to warm him up to the idea, tease him, piss him off. He of course is obsessed with her and everything she does so when she asks him for help with tying the back of her dress, well, it's an open invitation for him.

N (No): Piss play. He doesn't like the thought of doing it. He's all for degrading but to him, that's just too far. He doesn't have a problem with cum and he might be able to be talked into blood but he doesn't dabble with piss play.

O (Oral): Coriolanus equally likes giving and receiving oral. It depends on what mood he's in. There's nothing more glorious to him than seeing his pretty girlfriend on her knees for him with those gorgeous lips wrapped around his cock. It makes him feel so powerful to be able to fuck her throat, dictate how much airflow she's getting. That being said, he also loves giving oral. Loves listening to her moan and squeal when he sucks on her clit. His girlfriend tastes delicious so he loves feasting on her sweet little cunt, holding her down with one arm so she's forced to take it. He's so generous in his eyes.

P (Pace): It's always rough and deep with Coriolanus Snow. Sometimes he likes to fuck fast, watching how her eyes roll back from how fast he's going, how loud her moans can get. But sometimes he likes to fuck slow and deep, really making her feel every fucking inch of his cock. It all depends on how he's feeling, how he wants to make her feel.

Q (Quickie): He's not the biggest fan of quickies. He likes to take his time with his girlfriend, make her sob, and shake from pleasure and he feels that he can't do that if he doesn't have all the time in the world. He might give in if she begs enough but he's not a fan.

R (Risk): As cocky as he can be, he doesn't partake in risky sex. Fucking in someone's family library during a party is a one-way ticket to being the talk of the Capitol and he can't have that. Not with his perfect reputation and his rising hopes to be a politician. He'll let himself get pent up and release all that frustration the second they get home.

S (Stamina): Coriolanus can go for a very long time, hours if he paces himself correctly. Sometimes he'll get too ahead of himself and have to rest for a minute but he'll finger his girlfriend while he does that or do something else to pass the time. He can go rounds without tiring.

T (Toys): He doesn't really like toys. Mainly because he wants to be the one doing everything. He's much better than some shitty vibrator. He might humor his girlfriend and try to use one on her but he'd give up rather quickly, getting frustrated that she's moaning because of the toy and not him.

U (Unfair): He can be very unfair. First, he's super tall so he might not give into her pouting whenever she wants a kiss. But in the bedroom, he can be downright mean. Just because he cums doesn't mean she'll get to and he might just leave her there, cunt filled with his cum while she's on the edge of her orgasm and she knows better than to try and touch herself. He loves teasing her, grabbing her hands so she's helpless, making her flustered. He loves making her beg and whine.

V (Volume): He's rather quiet all things considered. He never shies away from dirty talk but he doesn't moan much. His girlfriend is much more vocal than he is and he uses it to gauge how he's making her feel. He may let the occasional moan slip when she's giving him head and he definitely grunts while fucking her but that's all he's willing to give.

W (Wildcard): He's definitely thought about a threesome. Mainly because he loves seeing his girlfriend so helpless to him that he'd probably enjoy her crying out to him while someone else takes her but he'd never do it. Only he can touch her.

X (X-ray): Coriolanus Snow is at least eight inches. He's proud too, loves watching her stomach bulge. Loves watching her tight cunt wrap around his cock. He's big in length and girth but heaven knows he's good at using it.

Y (Yearning): Coriolanus won't ever turn down sex. Even if he's not especially in the mood he doesn't see the harm in it. And he's almost always down for it so there's no really a problem there.

Z (Zzz): Coriolanus won't fall asleep until his girlfriend does. Mainly because he likes to watch her sleep, knowing that she feels safe in his arms despite how hard he fucked her moments ago. It usually takes him around an hour to properly doze off and then he's a deadweight for the next seven hours.

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Terrible & Tall

Coriolanus Snow might be a terrible man capable of terrible things, but at least he’s tall.

And he loves being taller than her.

He didn’t realize what he had was considered a “size kink” until he’d heard one of his friends talking about. It was the perfect way to describe it.

He loves towering over her, knowing that he can always look over her shoulder, grab what she needs from the biggest shelf. He thinks it’s so fucking cute how she has to get up on her tiptoes to give him a kiss.

But it’s not just his height that he loves. It’s the fact that he’s just bigger than her. He supposes some of it stems from his need to protect her from the dangers of the world.

Panem is a dangerous place after all.

Knowing he can easily shield her body with his own comforts him and it’s something he’d do without question.

But he loves being able to lay on top of her body, completely deadweight and know that she physically can’t move him. His muscle mass trumps her, his body weight also trumps her. He’s simply stronger.

She likes it too. Likes when he comes up behind her and wraps his big strong arms around her body, easily picking her up. Picking her up is probably his favorite thing to do. Whether it be sexual or playful he always wears a smirk.

If he’s being playful then he’ll spin her around, listen to her giggle as she chides him and whines to be put down. Even though they both know she doesn’t want to be put down. And heaven forbid her feet ever hurt from walking in those heels. Coriolanus has scooped her up one too many times, slinging her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing.

If he’s being sexual then it’s an entirely different story. He loves picking her up when she’s being a little brat. She might think she has the upper hand and for the most part he lets her think that. But when it’s time to teach her a lesson he wastes no time in grabbing her by the waist, ignoring her jabs or kicks.

He’ll throw her onto the bed, his body on top of hers in an instant, holding her down with his sheer body weight. She’ll try to push herself up, get him off her back but they both know she can’t. He’ll bite the shell of her ear while he chuckles, “You know you can’t fight back doll,” he’ll say, wrapping his large hands around her small waist.

That’s another thing he loves. How big his hands are. She loves his hands. Loves holding them, loves playing with them and the rings he wears. But she loves them the most when they’re buried in her cunt. The way they stretch her out makes her let out the sweetest sounds. She can’t get enough.

He likes wrapping his hands around her neck, watching her eyes get that far away look in them, nearly glazing over. He also likes grabbing her waist, in public it’s to keep her close to him, can’t have her wandering off. He’ll do it at galas, letting everyone know she belongs to him.

In the bedroom it’s a bit different. If she’s riding him— a rare occasion — he’ll wrap both hands around her waist to gain back some control, set the pace she’s going at. If she’s lying on her back then he loves to grab her waist while he pounds into that sweet little cunt of hers, squeezing it harder when he gets close. When he fucks her from behind he grabs her waist and pulls her tight cunt back onto his cock over and over again until she’s crying.

His cock is large too. Something he’s quite proud of. He loves watching her take it over and over again, knowing she can’t do anything about it. She has to be his good girl. He loves watching her eyes get teary after so many rounds, her cunt so sore but yet so willing to take it. When he fucks her from behind he can see how tightly her walls wrap around him, barely able to take all of him. She’ll whine and cry about it, how she’ll be so sore in the morning.

He loves it most when he fucks her stupid. She loves it too. Loves when he’s grabbing her waist and pounding into her so fucking hard that she can’t even spell her own name. He loves fucking her while she’s on her back, getting to see her little face so dumb with pleasure. He’ll smirk when he sees her stomach bulging and make her watch it. She gets so flustered whenever she sees it. He’ll tease her, taunt her, all while pulling her back onto his cock over and over again.

“So pretty for me baby. You like being on my cock? Aren’t you my good girl, taking it so well? Look how dumb you already look, all you can think of is me hmm? This is where you belong, stuck on my cock, taking my cum like the good fuckdoll you are. You’re gonna give me one more right? Gonna lie there and take it.”

He loves how perfectly she fits into him. Fits into his lap, his hands, his arms, his hold.

They’re both aware that he isn’t perfect. That his temper gets the best of him and then him being so big isn’t fun for her anymore. It’s hard to fight back against someone twice your size. All she can do is lie there and take it until he’s gotten his frustrations out.

Then he’ll try to be kind. Be gentle. A gentle giant.

Coriolanus Snow is anything but gentle.

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[slaymitchabernathy]

The Type of Man

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who loves towering over his girlfriend. Being tall has always had its advantages, he can easily scan the room, come off as more intimidating by his sheer size, reach the highest shelves with ease.

But being taller than his girl is probably his favorite advantage.

The fact that he can look over her shoulder to see what book she’s reading, what page she's currently on. How he can always be the hero who gets her favorite pair of heels down from the high shelf in her closet. When he can simply scoop her up whenever he pleases because why not?

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to love letting his girlfriend wear his clothes. Maybe it's because he’s possessive—he doesn’t think so—or because of how adorable she looks.

How his button up shirts fall past her thighs and she has to roll up the sleeves. And whenever she wears one of his pullovers she’s practically drowning in them, burrowed in his scent of roses. If she ever forgot her mittens then he gladly let her borrow his, ignoring how they engulfed her small dainty hands.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who loves teasing his girlfriend. Whether in the bedroom or just day-to-day, he loves to tease her, poke her, rile her up.

He loves calling her little pet names that he knows will get a rise out of her. Little mouse, doll, bunny, angel. They get a completely different reaction in the bedroom but outside of it, they get little glares and huffs. And he loves it. Loves seeing her roll her eyes and remind him that she does have a name.

In the bedroom she loves it as much as he does. How his low, timber voice drawls them out while he pounds into her, the words dripping out of his mouth like thick, warm honey. That’s when she loves it. And he loves the way she moans when he says them, how her perfect little cunt tightens around his cock whenever those names strike a nerve.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who despises tears. Happy ones or sad ones, pleasurable ones or painful ones. They’re all the same to him. In his eyes, it’s a sign that you lack control of your emotions.

How can you possibly go through all those feelings internally and still feel the need to cry? To physically prove what you’re feeling is true? But when his girlfriend cries?

When she cries from being sad he’s all over the place. He’s bringing her roses, kissing her all over, giving her hugs—and he’s very selective on who gets hugs from him—singing her songs. The man will do absolutely anything to cease those tears.

When she cries from pleasure he’s cocky. He knows he’s good in the bedroom, but to make someone cry from pleasure? Well, there’s a sick sadistic side in him that enjoys it. He loves knowing he’s the only one who will see these tears. Knowing that the shape of his cock, the tempo of his thrusts, the overwhelming feeling and sensation of him is causing these tears is a great boost to his ego. He’ll wipe her tears eventually. First, he’ll tease her about it, degrade her a bit. “Already crying doll? Too much for my sweet little mouse? Is my cock too big for you angel?”

It’s when she cries from pain that he truly despises tears. For who could ever cause harm to his sweet, precious angel? They’d have to die. Simple as that. It’s more difficult for him to manage when it’s something like a menstrual cramp or if she stubbed her toe. For what can he do? Yell at her uterus? Chide the coffee table for being in her way? He’d do anything to make the pain go away, he’d take it on himself if he could.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man who absolutely needs sex. He craves it honestly. And he needs it from her.

He needs to hear her little mewls of pleasure. Needs to watch her eyes roll back when he hits that sweet spot inside of her. He needs to watch her take it over and over again, absolutely dumb with it. He needs that control, that power. Even if it means tying her up. He’s willing to make that sacrifice. He loves watching her struggle to free her wrists from the confines of his necktie while he fucks into her right little cunt, hard and deep.

Knowing that she’ll be sore drives him mad, so sore that he’ll be the one to bathe her after they’re done and be the only one who knows why she’s limping the next day. He loves when she gets overstimulated, sobbing and begging for him to stop as he continues fucking her stupid. It’s only then that he’s truly got her where he wants her, stuck on his cock, his little fuckdoll.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to be selective with the kisses he gives out.

On the lips is for certain times of the day, moments in both their lives where it’s simply expected. Like waking up. That deserves a good morning kiss, doesn’t it? Before he leaves for work calls for another, they won’t see each other for quite some time and he needs all the motivation he can get.

On the nose is for when she’s simply too cute for her own good. These kisses are quite rare in the grand scheme of things. He feels a little silly pecking someone’s nose of all places. But he adores the way she giggles when he does it, the way her eyes close and her smile widens. He indulges in those every so often.

A kiss on the cheek is casual yet calculated. He saves those for when he’s out in public with her. For when he needs people to know she belongs to him. He does it when they’re all some fancy gala and quite a few men are eyeing her up, too much for his liking. He enjoys it when she gives him a peck as well. Mainly because she has to get up on her tiptoes to do so and you won’t ever catch him bending down so she doesn’t have to.

A kiss on the neck is a question. Will she or will she not let him fuck her into the bedsheets until she’s a screaming, withering mess? It’s a simple question really and he’s mastered asking such a thing by pressing light kisses to her neck. It’s when she leans into them that he knows he’s got her.

Coriolanus Snow is the type of man to promise to burn the world to the ground should anyone ever hurt his precious girl.

If only he knew he’d get burned in the process.

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[slaymitchabernathy]

Pretty

It’s cute the way she looks so surprised. As if she expects him to not be waiting outside of her classroom on day to walk her to her next class.

He’s only been doing it for a month.

But Coriolanus has to patient with her, his pretty girl.

Her head lowers as she walks out of the door, several students brushing right past her, paying her no mind as their shoulders bump into hers, nearly jostling her books out of her hands.

Coriolanus clenched his jaw along with his fists. After dating Soarynn for a month he’d learned how rude people can be, how oblivious they can be towards quiet, timid little things like her. Taking her kindness for granted. How dare they.

It’s always been easy for him to stand out. Literally and figuratively. He’s heads above most people when it comes to height, no one dares to bump into him on their way to the lunch room. And he’s always been popular, well liked amongst his peers, always waving hello to a friendly face.

He makes his way over to her, taking her books without asking and holding them in one of his hands. He takes her hand in the other, lacing his fingers with hers, a sense of pride coursing through his veins as he leads them through the hallway.

People make way for them. For him. They eye Soarynn up and down, still not sure what to make of the new couple. Soarynn’s face is slightly flushed and he can tell she wants to disappear, to bury her nose in one of her books.

She loves to read is what he’s found out. She told him it was a way of escaping for her. So he tried to listen whenever she told him about something she was reading. It wasn’t even fiction. She read books about Panem’s history, things like that. The librarian must love her.

But she can’t hide in her books forever. He reminds her of that every so often. Coriolanus has made it his personal mission to get Soarynn more out of her shell and show her off the to the world. He’s so selfless. Giving her a chance, walking her to class, taking her home. He’s doing it all by the book so to speak.

And it’s going perfectly.

She tries to let go of his hand when they reach her anatomy class but he tugs her back, smirking at how powerless she is against him. She looks up, her eyes pleading, “I need to get to my seat to study before my exam, it’s very impor—“ “You studied yesterday pretty girl,” Coriolanus reminds her. He only knows that because he was right next to her, trying to distract her. But Soarynn was so adamant about preparing for this exam so he settled for watching her study. Plus she brought him snacks, so that helped.

It’s adorable the way she shakes her head, about to insist how she’s bound to fail this exam even though she’s aced every single one so far this school year. She’s smart his girl. Smarter than he originally thought. “I just get nervous,” she whispers, “it’s important that I do well on all my exams.” Coriolanus has to lean down to hear what she says, another thing he finds sweet about her, how small she is compared to him.

Soarynn mumbles a lot. Or whispers. Or talks in hushed tones. The girl is quiet as a mouse. And since they started dating he’s found himself constantly leaning down to hear the words coming out of her mouth. He doesn’t mind though, she only does it when she’s nervous.

“You’ll do fine,” he assures her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, “I’ll get you when you’re done okay?”

Soarynn simply nods as he hands back her books, walking into her classroom.

Coriolanus has a free period so he spends it bothering Felix Ravenstill who got stuck being an office aid for this period. He’s on the phone when Coriolanus walks in, droning on and on about Academy policies.

“Yes Mrs. Whatnot, I understand you don’t like the shade of our fabrics on your son’s skin tone but I can’t do anything about it. If you’d like you can take it up with the Dean. I also…hello? Hello?” Felix looks up at Coriolanus from his seat, “She hung up on me! The nerve of some of these parents,” he scoffs, slamming the phone down on the receiver.

Coriolanus chuckles as he sits across from Felix. It’s almost as if he’s been sent to the office. Normally there’s an adult working who sits where Felix is sitting but Felix is reliving them of their duties for the next hour or so.

“That’s what you get for recommending she talk to Highbottom,” Coriolanus jokes, giving Felix a knowing look. Dean Highbottom is a senile man who hates children which makes his job even more ironic. Most parents avoid speaking with him unless it’s an absolute emergency. Like the Academy uniforms for example.

“Well I hope she doesn’t call back when I’m working,” Felix says, crossing his arms over his chest, “what’ve you been up to today?” Coriolanus shrugs as he picks at his nails, “Just the usual. I walked Soarynn to her anatomy class, there’s this exam she’s super nervous about. I’ll see her after though since we have literature next.”

He looks up to see Felix smirking, “So what have you two been up to?”

A common question Coriolanus has gotten since he began dating Soarynn. It was odd he had to admit, to see the two of them together. They were both attractive but that was where the similarities ended it seemed. At least on the surface.

Everyone wanted to know what a guy like him was doing with a girl like her. Coriolanus was so outspoken, so confident, so charming. Soarynn was quiet, timid and reserved. In a way they were complete opposites. But opposites attract.

And he didn’t plan on letting her go for a long, long time. Not until he had his fun with her at least.

He’d asked her to officially be his girlfriend the same day he finally got to see her perfect little cunt. She’d said yes, still so flustered from everything that happened, poor thing probably didn’t even realize what she was agreeing to until it was too late.

Since then they hadn’t moved too fast. He knew he was in for the long run, there was no rushing these things. While he hadn’t fingered her yet, he’d gotten her to give him head. It was cute how clueless she was to it all, how she needed to be told what to do. She could be so dumb in that way.

Coriolanus liked that about her.

He liked teaching her exactly how to do things the way he wanted them to be done. How to lick the tip of his cock. How to wrap her lips around it without using her teeth. How to take all of him without complaint. How to look him in the eye while sucking him off, and he loves looking her in those pretty eyes while she’s on her knees for him. Soarynn’s a fast learner in that regard. She learned exactly how he liked how to be pleased, how she was expected to swallow his cum each and every time he finished in her mouth.

He’d finish in her cunt eventually. But he was taking things slow.

Sometimes it drove him insane. How squeamish she’d get when they were kissing, or when she’d try to duck out of the way when he’d try to kiss her goodbye in the hallway. She was shy. He didn’t mind it for the most part. He never hard to worry about her talking to other guys or anyone for that matter. She barely talks to his friends.

“Nothing too exciting,” he tells his friend, throwing him a wink. All the boys had formed a small bet on how quickly Coriolanus would be able to truly get into Soarynn’s pants. There was another bet, a side bet to see if she’d bleed when he did it. As if she wasn’t a virgin.

They both spent the rest of the period snickering about gossip and who was fucking who before the bell finally rang. “See you at lunch,” he calls as he leaves the office.

Soarynn was still in her class when he got there. He peeked in to see she was the only one left. Well, the professor was still there but all the students had left. Soarynn’s scribbling on the paper, leaning against her hand as she writes, her hair in her face. Finally she sits up, grabs her exam paper and goes to the front to deliver it. The professor barely gives her a glance as she places it on his desk, “Have a good weekend,” he tells her before looking back at his work.

She notices Coriolanus when she turns around, looking surprised as always. He’d insisted on walking her to class once they started dating. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, plus everyone could see his pretty girl on his arm. Two birds with one stone.

She’s quick to gather her things and put them in her Academy satchel before she joins him at the door, her hand slipping into his without hesitation. It seems she’s eager to get out of this classroom. “How did you do?” He asks, taking them to the right, towards their literature class. Soarynn sighs, “I don’t know. At least it’s over.” Indeed it is, and as her professor said, they have the weekend to enjoy. Coriolanus hums as he pulls her along, looking down to see her brushing her hair behind her ears, “I’m sure you did good darling. You studied very hard for that exam.” She certainly did, it cost him a whole afternoon without any sort of physical affection from Soarynn. She tended to withhold all affection from him whenever she was stressed.

So he did his best to keep her life stress free.

Which includes walking her to and from class every day.

They find Festus sitting in the back when they arrive to literature. Poor Felix is still stuck being an office aide, which conveniently opened up a seat in the back row for Soarynn to sit in. Festus gives them a smile as they take their seats, Coriolanus sitting in between the two of them. “Are you two ready to present your project today?”

Soarynn’s eyes widen at the question and she looks at Coriolanus with genuine fear in her eyes, “That’s today?” She asks, her voice barely a whisper. Both boys nod and Coriolanus gives her shoulder a comforting squeeze, “We’ll be fine baby. Besides, we already planned for me to do a majority of the talking.”

Coriolanus had only asked to partner with Soarynn to get closer to her, to get that golden opportunity. He hadn’t planned on actually having to complete the project. But it was simple enough. You had to write about someone in your life who was an exemplary citizen of the Capitol. Coriolanus had suggested his own father and Soarynn had agreed without second thought. Since it was his own blood they’d be talking about, he offered to do most of the talking since Soarynn didn’t do too well with public speaking.

She barely spoke as it was.

Soarynn didn’t look too convinced but the professor walked in, his gaze settling on the two of them, “Once I call roll you two can begin.”

Oh, and they had to stand in the front of the classroom.

This was a walk in the park for Coriolanus. He loved to talk about himself and his family and loved being the center of attention. Soarynn however, hated projects like this. In fact, she’d told him that she would often fake being sick if she knew there was a presentation due in one of her classes.

Coriolanus didn’t mind public speaking, he’d be doing a lot of it once he became President so he had to start somewhere. He began to wonder who would be his First Lady while their Professor called roll. She’d have to be sweet, charming, polite, pretty. He looks down at his hand that’s intertwined with Soarynn’s hand and she’s nervously tapping her foot. Poor thing. He leans over and presses a chaste kiss to her neck, a spot that he knows will make her toes curl, “Relax pretty girl, I’ve got you.”

Soarynn nods but doesn’t look at him, her breath hitching in her throat once the roll is done with. They both stand up, their project in his other hand as they make their way to the front of the classroom. A few of their classmates are still whispering about who knows what and while Coriolanus normally wouldn’t mind, it irks him for some reason.

Maybe it’s because it’s just rude. Or maybe it’s because they’d discussed Soarynn introducing herself first and he can see how her eyes slightly widen when she realizes she has to talk while other people are talking.

Either way, he’s quick to clear his throat and send a nasty look their way, quieting them immediately. Pleased with himself, he looks down at Soarynn and nods. Once she introduces herself, she’s practically done talking. Soarynn swallows and straightens up, “Hello,” she says, “my name is Soarynn Nightingale.” Coriolanus smiles, “And my name is Coriolanus Snow, and today we’re going to tell you why my father, Crassus Xanthos Snow, is the perfect Capitol citizen.”

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“Snakes are much scarier than rats!” Clemensia Dovecote says to Festus who simply shakes his head, “You haven’t seen the big ones, Clemmie,” he tells her solemnly, “the big rats that live in the sewers will have you running for the hills.” Coriolanus chuckles at his friend's pointless conversation while he eats his lunch. He looks to his left where Soarynn’s sitting, her nose buried in a book.

He sighs but doesn’t chide her about it, he knows today’s events have strung her out and that she wishes for nothing more than to go home early and curl up in her bedroom. But that doesn’t mean she gets to skip out on lunch.

He’d invited her to his table, his elite table. Filled with children of the Capitol’s elite, soon to be the elite. Felix and Festus obviously sat here, along with Clemensia and Arachne Crane—although he found her rather insufferable—Pup Harrington and Urban Canville. Their table was the one to be at so wasn’t Soarynn just so lucky that she got an invitation?

The first day he’d brought her around he’d gotten some curious looks from the girls but once they realized she was quiet as a mouse, there were no issues. Soarynn wasn’t a threat.

“Are you excited for the ball?” Arachne asks Coriolanus, practically jumping in her seat and getting Clemmie to join in with her. Coriolanus rolled his eyes, “It’s a ball, not a wedding,” he points out. He knows the girls don’t care, that all they can think about is dress shopping and dancing all night.

Arachne’s sharp gaze finds Soarynn who’s tuned out the majority of the conversation since sitting down, her lunch already eaten within the first five minutes. “Have you already been dress shopping Soarynn?” The look of bewilderment on Soarynn’s face is somewhat adorable to Coriolanus as he watches her attempt to formulate an answer.

“I have not,” she answers softly. So softly that everyone has to lean forward to hear what she has to say. Coriolanus places his hand over hers, “I’m going to take her shopping this weekend.” He hasn’t planned on taking her dress shopping this weekend, but he also knows how it would end if Soarynn went with Arachne and Clemmie. Horribly.

The girls simply nod before returning to a more private conversation and Coriolanus uses this as a chance to tell Soarynn about what else he has planned for them.

“I’d like you to come over tonight,” he whispers, his large hand still engulfing her small one. It still amazes him how significant their size difference is, how easily he can overpower her or simply maneuver her however he so pleases.

He likes that about her too, how pliant his pretty girl is.

Soarynn's eyes are already glued back onto the pages of her book when she replies, "I'm having dinner with my father tonight." Coriolanus suppressed an annoyed groan when hearing that, when hearing that he'd have to wait a little longer to have his quiet little mouse in his hands again. "All right, I'd like you to come over after you have dinner then," he says, leaving no room for argument. Soarynn just hums and turns the page.

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Coriolanus is all but tapping his foot and pacing the halls when the familiar sound of the doorbell alerts him that Soarynn has arrived. He glances at his wristwatch, it's a little after seven which is perfect. His parents are on a trip this weekend, visiting a District resort so he has the whole place to himself.

He opens the doors, more than pleased to be greeted by the sight of his pretty girlfriend who's dressed exactly to his liking. A short skirt, a loose sweater, and her hair slightly pulled back from her face.

She looks so pretty.

"Hi baby," he says, pulling her in for a kiss. Soarynn doesn't even tense when he does this, doesn't even try to get away. She's much more docile when they're both alone, a little more trusting. So pure and innocent. "Hi," she whispers when he pulls away, her cheeks pink.

He chuckles and takes her hand, leading them to his bedroom, a place she's grown all too familiar with. "How was dinner?" He asks, not really caring how it went but knowing she doesn't get to see her dad a whole lot. He can't relate. His father is always home.

"It was okay. He actually had to leave early to deal with some business stuff in Two." Coriolanus halts in his tracks causing Soarynn to slightly run into him. He turns and looks down at her, his eyes wide with excitement, "So you're home all by yourself?" She nods, shifting on her feet. "Then you can sleep over, my parents are gone too," he decided, the plan already formulating in his mind.

Soarynn's blue-gray eyes widen as she looks up at him, "I...I don't know if I can sleep over Coriolanus,' she says softly, "I didn't ask for permission or if there was somethi-"

"Pretty girl he's never gonna know," he cuts her off, "you're spending the night, I'd never forgive myself if something happened to you while you were alone at home." Was he slightly exaggerating? Yes, but she didn't need to know that.

Now that he'd cleared that up, he led them into his bedroom where Soarynn closed the doors behind them, just the way he liked it. "You can wear some of my clothes to sleep," he says, pulling open his desk drawer, and looking for the bottle he'd stashed away in there.

He can hear Soarynn shuffling towards his bed, kicking off her shoes before sitting down. At least she knows what to do, what to wear, what to say. he grins when he finds the bottle and grabs it, turning around to see Soarynn perched on the edge of his bed, expectantly watching him.

Over the past month, they've adopted some sort of a routine for whenever she comes over. First, she says hello to his parents. His father barely gives her a glance, too consumed with work and all too used to Coriolanus bringing home girls left and right. To him, Soarynn's just another notch in his son's belt.

And sometimes that's how Coriolanus sees her, just another conquest, another body. But sometimes he finds himself genuinely caring for her, especially after seeing how lonely she is, how she truly has no friends. She's a sweet girl, a pretty girl.

Then she says hello to his mother who adores Soarynn, thinks she's such a pretty little thing, and that her son has secured such a perfect match. It is getting to be that time when couples begin to form and settle down, right before graduation. After all that's been done, they go to his room.

In his room is where the real fun begins. That's when he has her all to himself, can do whatever he wants with her. They usually start slow, with her on his lap, his hands on her waist. He knows she's still nervous, she still shakes and it's not from pleasure.

He strides over to her, bottle in his grasp and her eyes immediately lock onto it. His pretty girl is so perceptive. “What is that?” She asks, her curiosity getting the best of her. Usually, Soarynn keeps to herself and simply does what he tells her, never questioning his authority. Coriolanus sits next to her on the bed, his clothed thigh brushing against her bare one. “Festus gave these to me,” he tells her, holding out the bottle so she can have a better look, “he says they help you relax, feel good.” Soarynn furrows her brows and takes the bottle, turning it over in her hands, examining its contents. There’s no label, Coriolanus made sure of that and the pills are white, nothing on them.

“Are you going to take these?” She asks him, handing back the bottle. Coriolanus smiles, “We are going to take these, just one for each of us should be enough.” Soarynn frowns, her hands nervously playing with the hem of her skirt, “I don’t think I should take those,” she mumbles, “I’ve never really taken any medication before.” He expected this, the pushback, the hesitation. And he prepared for it. “Baby, I wouldn’t give these to you if I didn’t think they’d make you feel good. Don’t you want to relax, let me make you feel good?” His hand grabs her thigh and she slightly tenses. While he hasn’t fingered her yet, he has feasted on her delicious cunt many times and he knows how much Soarynn likes it even if she won’t admit it.

She nervously eyes the bottle again, it’s like he can see her resolve slowly breaking. “Okay,” she whispers, “just one.” He grins and grabs her face in his hand, pressing a kiss to her lips. Soarynn kisses him back, she’s gotten better at returning his kisses instead of tolerating them, especially when it’s just the two of them. He’s quick to open the bottle, he won’t be taking any of these pills, not if he values the mobility of his body. But Soarynn will. He lets go of her face for only a moment, just to grab one of the white pills and press it against her lips as he kisses her, “Swallow it, pretty girl,” he says against her lips, pressing the pill into her mouth.

Soarynn whimpers but she does as he says and swallows it. It’s easy to pretend he takes on as well, to act like he can feel the tingly feeling that she’s feeling. Soarynn’s getting more frantic, more on edge as he keeps kissing her. But he reassures all her worries with soft kisses, eventually pulling her into his lap, his hands going under her skirt to grab her ass. Soarynn moans into the kiss, grinding on his thigh.

Coriolanus smirks, it’s working.

From what Festus described, the pills are meant to help you relax, but they also make you more compliant, easier to move around since they’ll nearly numb your entire body. And that’s exactly what Coriolanus wants. He doesn’t know how long it’ll take for everything to kick in but he starts to notice her loss of mobility ten minutes later when she can no longer clutch onto his dress shirt while he kisses her. Soarynn whimpers and it’s not from pleasure, it’s from fear.

“Coriolanus,” she says, “I don’t…I don’t feel so good.”

He feigns a look of concern and pulls away from her soft lips, placing a hand on her forehead. She’s got a faraway look in her eyes, and she’s swaying in his lap like she might fall over if he doesn’t keep his grip on her, “Do you need to lay down pretty girl?”

He doesn’t wait for a response before he lays her down on his bed, her legs splayed out, her hands trying to grip the sheets but failing as she loses more mobility. Coriolanus starts with her skirt, slipping it off her body and smirking when he sees she’s wearing a baby pink thong, with a little bow on the front. “You wear this just for me?” He asks, slipping his hands under her sweater. Soarynn whimpers, trying to move but she can’t. She can’t. She looks so pretty when she can’t.

It’s a bit harder to slip her sweater off. Soarynn whines when her arms flop back onto the bed, her chest nearly exposed if it weren't for the matching baby pink bra she's wearing. Coriolanus chuckles, remembering when he bought this very set for her. How ironic that now she's going to bleed in it. "You look so pretty Soarynn," he murmurs, tracing his fingertips down her stomach towards her covered cunt.

Soarynn tries to move but can't, she can barely make a sound let alone tell him to stop. Once he reaches her panties he peels them off, groaning at how wet she already is. Hadn't Festus mentioned that? Something about this pill making girls nice and wet for you? Festus would know, he's used these pills dozens of times, they're easy to get and easy to slip into a drink. Unless you're dumb like Soarynn and swallow it whole.

It's damn near embarrassing how wet Soarynn gets for Coriolanus now. He relishes the fact that no one else has ever touched her before, seen her like this before. He leans down and licks a stripe up her cunt, grinning when her hips slightly buck up, the pill's contents too strong for her to achieve much movement. He figures he might as well enjoy this while he can so he pries her thighs as far apart as they'll go, appreciating how flexible she is. Soarynn lets out another whine and he bites her inner thigh, "Hush Soarynn," he says, greedily eyeing her pretty cunt, "you should be thanking me for what I'm about to do to you."

He eats her out like a starved man from the Districts. She still tastes as sweet as she did the first time but for some reason, he finds her wetness even more addicting. Maybe it's the drug in her system. She lets out a few quiet moans but for the most part, she's silent, her chest rapidly rising and falling. Coriolanus takes his sweet time with her, lapping at her clit, biting it, sucking on it. He doesn't finger her though. He plans on stretching her out with his cock and a single finger might ruin his chances of seeing her bleed for him.

Coriolanus can tell she's getting close with the way her cunt starts to pulse, almost fluttering. Normally she'd be crying and whining and babbling all sorts of things but not today. It's a strange type of silence. Coriolanus has grown used to gauging how he's doing based off of girl's moans but Soarynn's always been quiet. Until it came to the bedroom.

She cums in his mouth, a wheeze slipping out of her lips as he continues eating her out, working her through her orgasm while getting soaked in the process. Coriolanus sits up and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, pleased with his work down there so far. He finally looks at Soarynn's face and there are tears streaming down her cheeks as she stares up at the intricately carved ceiling. He crawls over her body, cupping her face, "Don't cry pretty girl, I'm gonna make you feel so good," he whispers, using his other hand to tug down his pants. Soarynn closes her eyes, trying to block him out but it angers Coriolanus and he grabs her jaw, shaking it until her eyes fly open, wide with fear.

"Don't be a fucking brat," he hisses, "I've given you things you couldn't dream of and now you're going to be my good girl and take my cock like you should." He pulls down his boxers next, his cock springs out. Soarynn's seen it before, tasted it before but she's never had it lodged in her tight little cunt before.

He glances down at her spread legs and can't wait to bury himself between them. He looks up at Soarynn one more time and while he expects sadness or anger or even fear he's surprised with a different look. Betrayal. He scoffs and pinches her cheek, "Don't be like that baby, you should've known it would happen like this. But don't worry, you'll learn to love it, love me. I'm not letting you go after this, you're mine, my pretty girl."

Another tear falls down her cheek but he chooses to ignore it and focuses on lining up the tip of his cock with her entrance, "You save yourself for your future husband?" He asks, slightly taunting her. Lots of Capitol girls do it, thinking it'll make them more desirable. It makes them more of a target if anything but Coriolanus won't be the one to tell them that. He slowly begins to push in, ignoring the strained groan Soarynn lets out, her legs slightly twitching from the painful intrusion. He leans back over her, looking into those dazzling eyes, "It's a good thing your husband is fucking you right now."

He thrusts straight in, moaning at how fucking tight she is because heaven knows he's never had a tighter cunt before. Soarynn's eyes squeeze shut and she lets out a strangled scream, her face scrunching up, her entire body twitching. Coriolanus swears as he bottoms out, his tip brushing her sweet spot. "Fuck Soarynn," he gasps, "you're cunt is so fucking tight, can't believe it took me this long to fuck you." He slowly drags his cock out, wanting her to feel every vein, ridge, and inch of it before slamming back in.

Coriolanus sets a hard, punishing pace to start out, listening to the squelch her cunt is making as he fucks into her so deep. He looks down to see her stomach slightly bulging and laughs, "Look's like I'm already too big for you pretty girl, might have to cock train you, let my friends take you for a spin." Her eyes open at that threat and she looks terrified at the idea of his friends splitting her cunt open, laughing at her, taking turns fucking her throat. He shakes his head, his hand grabbing her throat and squeezing it, "Don't worry angel, I won't ever let anyone see this precious cunt but me. This is my cunt Soarynn, do you understand? Mine. Every fucking breath you take belongs to me, every orgasm, everything is mine now."

Soarynn's eyes are glassy as he fucks into her, her breasts bouncing up and down with every thrust. He almost wishes she could make more noise, so he could hear how fucking dumb she sounds, how good he's making her feel. He reaches down at rubs her clit and Soarynn gasps, "My dumb little fuckdoll," he croons, "so full of cock you can't even think can you baby? Maybe I should leave you like this, drugged up all the time. Tie you up, always ready for my cock, all you're good for is taking my cum hmm?" Soarynn's eyes start to roll to the back of her head and he can see her toes curling.

He squeezes her throat even tighter, cutting off her airflow, "You'll take my cum every fucking time do you understand? And if you don't, I'll rip that fucking birth control implant out of you and fuck my child into you, do you understand?" It's not like Soarynn can verbally respond but she actually attempts to nod and he's pleased with that.

His pretty girl is so obedient.

Coriolanus grunts, happy he got his message across and starts drilling into her sweet spot, determined to see Soarynn unravel around him. He moans when her walls flutter around his cock, sucking him in, "There you go pretty girl, give it to me, you know you want it. You were made for this, made for my cock, such a good girl for me Soarynn, I barely need to train you." He would train her, teach her his favorite positions, what to say, what to wear, what to do.

His own pretty little fuckdoll.

Finally, she cums and she looks so fucking pretty when she squeezed around him, she looks so scared when she cums, her body doesn't even know what to do. He continues fucking into her though, he won't ever stop until he is finished. She needs to learn that.

Coriolanus feels his thrusts getting more erratic and he sits up, grabbing her hips for leverage to fuck into her, "Take it," he grunts, feeling himself tip over the edge, "take it while you look so pretty for me."

He watches as her cunt takes everything he gives her, every drop of cum stuck in her dumb little cunt. He slowly pulls out, his eyes nearly rolling back when he sees his cock covered in her blood. It's leaking out onto his white bedsheets, mixed with their cum, mostly his cum. "Oh pretty girl," he says, swiping between her legs, "you were so perfect for me."

Soarynn doesn't even respond, he's not sure she's even conscious right now. Her eyes are closed and her body is limp, probably fucked out to the point of exhaustion. She'll have to learn that too, how to take it for multiple rounds. Coriolanus Snow isn't easily satisfied.

꧁ ꧂

Soarynn sleeps well into the middle of the night, curled up against his side. He cleaned her up, bathed her, wiped away the cum and her blood. Soarynn wasn't awake for the clean-up or aftercare but she would be in the future. Coriolanus was sound asleep when he hears the sound of sniffling. He slowly opens his eyes and looks up to see Soarynn sitting up, her knees pulled to her chest as she cries. When he places his hand on her bare back she flinches, "Soarynn," he whispers, his voice deep with sleep. Soarynn shakes her head, "No, no, you...you get away from me," she sobs, trying to get off the bed but he's faster than her and wraps his strong arms around her. "Soarynn," he starts again but his quiet, pretty girl is suddenly so loud.

"NO!" She screams, kicking and squirming in his hold, "No you let me go! Don't touch me after...after what you...what you did," she whispers the last part, her voice breaking as she sobs again, her small frame shaking. Coriolanus can only hold her tight, letting her cry while he presses soft kisses to her bare shoulder while she mourns her stolen girlhood, "Soarynn I love you," he whispers, feeling her go still in his hold, "and I...I didn't know how to tell you or show you but I'm sorry if I ever hurt you in any way, it was never my intention." All lies but she doesn't need to know that. Coriolanus needs her wrapped around his finger.

Soarynn shudders, sniffling, "You lied to me, you lied about everything." Her voice is hoarse. So she's upset about everything, typical. "It wasn't a lie," he insists, maneuvering her around until she's facing him, nearly in his lap, "but let me tell you the truth." His piercing blue eyes stare into hers with such intensity she seems frozen, "No one will ever love you the way I love you. And now that you're used, no one will ever give you a chance, you can kiss any marriage prospects goodbye," he says without a trace of sympathy.

Even in the dark, he can see her whole world falling apart, "Think about it. You have no family besides, your dad who's just as quiet as you. He'd already have a hard time finding you a proper match but now that you're not a virgin it'll be nearly impossible. Besides baby, you're perfect for me, everyone thinks so. Don't ruin your chances because of something as little as your pride."

Soarynn's bottom lip trembles and it seems she comes to terms with what he's just told her. More lies but she's so dumb and naive. "You love me?" She asks, her fingers shaking, her arms covered in goosebumps. Coriolanus nods so earnestly that he almost believes himself. He's sure he can find love in his heart for her someday but not now. Who the hell falls in love one month into their relationship?

"I do," he tells her, holding her so tight as if she could break at any moment. Soarynn wipes her tears, her shoulders slouching in defeat, "Okay," she says, her voice so soft and gentle compared to how she addressed him a mere seconds ago, "I love you too."

Coriolanus grins, he's won again. He pressed a kiss to her lips, this one she returns after a moment of hesitance but he chooses to ignore it. He knows it'll be harder now, making it up to her. He'll have to dote on her, buy her gifts, take her on more dates, be the perfect boyfriend. She'll have to get used to him though, his drive to put her in her place, how rough he can get when he's angry. If she wants him to love her, she'll have to love him too. The good the bad and the ugly. It's a good thing Coriolanus is handsome. She's the perfect match.

His pretty girl.

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Twirl For Me

“Come on,” he says, “just do it.”

The sound of Soarynn’s giggle is enough to bring a big boyish smile onto his face. She just looks so cute, so pretty right now. It’s a bit unfortunate for her how Coriolanus can never seem to get enough of her.

Soarynn Nightingale is absolutely, positively intoxicating.

From her smile to her laugh, to the way she twirls her hair around her finger and the way she always smells of sweet vanilla. He can’t get enough.

Even as they’re in his family’s library, only for the premise of studying for their upcoming exams before carting off to the first holiday party of many for this upcoming festive season. Soarynn has insisted that they get in one last good study session before they throw all caution to the wind and end up procrastinating. Which is exactly what Coriolanus is doing right now.

Procrastinating.

But he can’t help it! Not when she’s so perfect. So stunning. “Coryo,” she says and it sounds like honey dripping from her tongue, “we’re supposed to be studying.” A rather unimportant reminder in his opinion but he’s found that he can be rather persuasive when he needs to be.

Coriolanus gently takes her small hands in his and tugs her towards him until she’s standing inbetween his spread out legs. “Darling, I simply want to know what you’ll look like when I am granted the pleasure of dancing with you tonight.”

The mention of dancing causes Soarynn’s face to light up. She loves to dance, loves to pull Coriolanus onto the dance floor the second she hears the orchestra strike up a note. She looks beautiful when she dances.

And this dress is not helping his growing obsession with her. It’s black, and it’s velvet. It’s sleeveless with pearls lining the neckline and there’s a white underskirt that slightly peeks out from under the black velvet. The back of her dress ties up in a corset and a long back ribbon hangs down her back. This dress is more than flattering on Soarynn’s figure and she’s paired it nicely with nude colored heels. Her gold earrings are little roses and it makes his heart soar.

She bites her lip and he knows he has her. “Just once my love,” he promises, “just once and I’ll never ask again.” Soarynn gives him a look as she pulls her hands from his and gently cups his face. Coriolanus immediately leans into her soft and safe hold. In the beginning of their relationship he would have immediately pulled away. But Soarynn changed him. Made him better, kinder, softer, gentler.

They hold each other up in a world like this.

A small smile stretches across her face, “I don’t even know the last time I’ve done it. Probably when I was a little girl.”

Coriolanus likes to picture Soarynn when she was younger. Wide eyes and an infectious giggle. Not much has changed in his opinion.

He takes her hand in his once again and places a kiss to the back of it, “Just once,” he mumbles against her hand, causing Soarynn to laugh.

“Twirl for me.”

A slight blush appears across her face but Soarynn nods, slowly pulling away from his hold and turning on her heel. “I feel silly,” she admits, looking at him from over her shoulder. Coriolanus shakes his head, “You could never look silly. Not to me.”

That seems to mean enough to her because Soarynn nods before she begins to twirl around the spacious library, another giggle escaping her lips. She holds her hands out as she continues to spin until Coriolanus can see her footing is getting spotty and they don’t need an accident.

He stands to his feet and smiles as his girlfriend continues to spin around until his hands come to rest on the sides of her waist, steadying her and stopping her in her tracks.

Soarynn looks up at him, those startling eyes so wide and her mouth slightly parted open as she pants. He can’t help but lean down and press a soft kiss to her lips, enjoying the way in which she eagerly responds to him. Soarynn’s hands come to rest on his forearms as she deepens the kiss.

Coriolanus lets out a small groan before he pulls away. He doesn’t need to start something he can’t finish in a reasonable amount of time. Not when they have a party to attend and a disheveled appearance will be quite frowned upon.

“You looked so pretty,” he tells her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. Soarynn hums, tilting her head so that he has better access, “It was quite dizzying.”

Coriolanus grins down at her, “You make me dizzy all the time.” Soarynn rolls her eyes, “Aren’t you quite the romantic?”

Coriolanus who sees no shame in praising the woman he loves simply shrugs before placing once last kiss on her forehead.

“For you my darling, always.”

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Pretty

“I like that dress,” Coriolanus says, champagne glass in his hand. He’s spread out on some velvet sofa in probably the tenth boutique they’ve gone to today.

Looking for a dress for Soarynn to wear to the ball.

He’s not some heartless monster, and he did say he’d take her shopping. She looks entirely overwhelmed as she stands on the circular pedestal surrounded by both mirrors and employees trying to make this work.

Everything Soarynn likes, Coriolanus hates. She’s drawn to simple, boring, underwhelming gowns. He’s drawn to ornate, exciting, over-the-top gowns. And expensive gowns on top of all that. Coriolanus wants everyone to know that he can afford to buy his pretty girl the prettiest dress.

She looks so pretty right now.

One employee is grabbing all the excess fabric that’s gathered at Soarynn’s waist, “If we bring it in at the waist…adjust the straps…”

He can tell Soarynn’s over it, that she’s beginning to grow tired and he hasn’t ever seen a more irate side of Soarynn but he’s willing to bet today will be the day.

“Okay,” she says softly, causing everyone in the establishment to freeze, “I’ll take this one.”

It’s a fucking celebration.

Soarynn goes back to the dressing room to change while Coriolanus settles the bill, chatting with all the ladies about how he’s such a good boyfriend for taking his pretty girl shopping. “Well my girl deserves the best,” he says, feeling a much smaller body come to stand next to his, her small hand grabbing his large one. He lets everyone fawn over them before they’re instructed to come back in one week to see if any more alterations need to be made.

“I think you made an excellent choice,” he tells Soarynn as they walk outside. Soarynn shrugs, pulling her handbag onto her shoulder, “I just didn’t want to try on any more dresses,” she mumbles, “can we go to my house?”

Coriolanus hums, knowing not to push her to go to his house. She’s had a long day his pretty girl, trying on dresses, socializing with so many people. It’s a hard life she has.

꧁ ꧂

They’re greeted by a meow when they walk into the Nightingale’s townhouse.

Soarynn drops his hand instantly to scoop up her cat, smiling while she spins the two of them around, “Oh, Petunia I missed you.” Coriolanus watches his girlfriend fawn over her cat while he shrugs off his coat, his eyes scanning the foyer of the home. Her dad isn’t here right now, he’s at work which means it’s just them in this large townhouse.

Coriolanus would describe Glen Nightingale as a quiet man but one whose word is law. He hasn’t realized how smart the man would be, how unlike his daughter, he’d pick up on Coriolanus’s intentions. He’d drilled Coriolanus the first time he came over for dinner.

“So what are your intentions with my daughter?” He’d asked, sipping his whiskey while looking Coriolanus in the eye over the brim of his glass.

Coriolanus had swallowed his food before flashing him a smile, “I think it goes without saying that I’m very fond of your daughter sir, I simply wish to make her happy.” He’d only practiced saying that in the mirror a hundred times before coming over.

Glen didn’t buy it.

“So you can promise me that you have no other intentions with my daughter? That you two haven’t engaged in any type of intercourse in the short week you’ve been seeing each other?”

Soarynn had turned pink and let out an embarrassed whine, “Daddy don’t ask questions like that,” she’d mumbled, poking at her food. She’d barely eaten but Coriolanus could’ve guessed why.

She was nervous.

But Coriolanus wasn’t nervous. No, he was prepared. He took her hand from under the table and pressed a kiss onto it before looking back at Glen, a man who posed no threat to him or his intentions with Soarynn.

“We haven’t done a thing, sir.”

Now their dynamic had drastically changed since they’d both uttered those three words to each other the night he took her virginity.

“I love you.”

She might as well have locked a chain around her ankle and given him the key because she was never leaving now.

He’d said it to her just the other night in front of his parents. Both gave very different reactions. His mother was ecstatic of course, she’d always been a romantic at heart. She adored Soarynn and thought she was the perfect match for her darling son.

His father on the other hand simply rolled his eyes, all too removed from his son’s life to truly keep up with who he was in love with. “It’s awfully soon to be saying things like that,” he’d grunted.

Crassus Snow was a man who never held back when it came to his opinions and he made sure to let Soarynn know exactly what he thought about her and the relationship she had with his son. “I assume you’ll be willing to bear my son's children if you feel comfortable expressing your love for him,” he’d said, pinning her down in her seat.

Soarynn had turned into a deer in headlights, truly petrified by the cold demeanor of the head of the Snow family. Coriolanus had come to her rescue though, placing his hand on top of hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze, “Children are far in the future father,” he’d said calmly, “right now we just want to focus on the present.” If only he could tell his father the truth, how Soarynn bled on his cock and the only way to keep her in his pocket was to utter those three powerful words.

Coriolanus glanced at the outfit Soarynn was wearing today. It was a short dress with ruffles and she had a ribbon tying her hair back like usual. He loved to pull the ribbons out of her head, slip them into his pocket. Soarynn would frown sometimes when he did it, but she never commented on it.

She was so quiet his pretty girl.

“Why don’t we go upstairs?” He suggests, wanting to get off his feet for a while. Soarynn nods and leads them up the grand marble staircase.

The Nightingale’s townhouse was most impressive. Although they didn’t live on the Corso like Coriolanus, they were still very wealthy and their home was a sure sign of that. They had a backyard, two floors, and Mr. Nightingale had mentioned buying Soarynn a car in the near future.

As if Coriolanus would ever let her drive anywhere.

Soarynn’s room was the opposite of his. It was full of color and personality. Although it lacked photographs of her and her friends. Probably because she didn’t have any.

Her bed was a canopy and several stuffed animals sat on top of the covers. Coriolanus sat on the edge of the bed, taking one shoe off and then the other. He watches Soarynn continue to play with Petunia, giggling when the cat does something that amuses her.

Soarynn had told Coriolanus one night that Petunia was her best friend. How tragic he’d thought, to have a cat be your only friend.

But Coriolanus would change that. Introduce her to the right people, make the right connections. With his guidance, Soarynn could flourish.

Once his shoes were off he made himself more comfortable on her bed, moving a few stuffed animals to the side. It took Soarynn a moment to join him, she was always more timid about showing affection and so blatantly at that.

But eventually, she crawls onto the bed, into his strong hold. Coriolanus places a kiss on the top of her head, appreciating how domestic this all feels. Sometimes he forgets how this all began, his obsession to make her his, how he made her his, what he did to her.

He often wonders if she thinks of it too, how he took her virginity, what he did to her. If she does then Soarynn doesn’t mention it. Probably too nervous to bring it up. They simply moved past it.

They had sex, no need to make it into something bigger than what it already is.

"Thank you for buying my dress," she whispers, her legs tangling with his. Coriolanus smiles, at least she's grateful. Even if she hates it she'll still thank him. "You're welcome," he replies, his hand slipping under her dress. He hears Soarynn's breath hitch but she doesn't stop him.

She tried to in the beginning, insisting that once was more than enough. He'd chuckled at her way of thinking, thinking that he could get enough of her and her cunt after only one time. No. He needed her every day. And he'd take her every day if he could if they weren't so busy with school and their lives.

"I think I'd like you on top," he says, squeezing her ass.

Soarynn whimpers, her legs pressing together as he continues to feel her up from underneath her dress. It's a pretty dress. A pretty dress for a pretty girl. "I've never been on top Coriolanus," she whispers, her hand clutching his shirt. It's true. Coriolanus has taken her in many positions but he's always been on top, in charge. He still will be, but he wants to watch her take him inch by inch.

"You'll be my good girl," he tells her, sitting up, his hand slipping between her legs, "take it like you should hmm?"

Soarynn's need and want to be good, to be praised was something Coriolanus used to his advantage. If she pleased him, listened to him, she was rewarded with soft kisses and kind smiles. If she didn't, well, she hadn't gotten to that point yet although he knew she would eventually. Sooner or later Soarynn would grow a little defiant, push back, snap at him. And he'd be quick to correct such bratty behavior.

“Yes,” she whispers, her head slightly dropping in shame.

Coriolanus had expected her to be upset with him after taking her virginity, maybe even a little bashful but he hadn’t expected her to be so…ashamed.

She begged him not to tell anyone, especially her dad. And he didn’t. Well, he didn’t tell her dad at least. He hadn’t planned to but he did tell his friends about how tight of a cunt Soarynn Nightingale has.

He smiles and presses a kiss to her temple, “Good girl.”

He’s quick to get her undressed, he wants to see all of his pretty girl. She’s wearing some of the lingerie he bought her, something he smugly notes. If he buys her something, she’ll wear it. She wants to please him, make him happy. She’s so thoughtful his pretty girl.

His lips are moving against hers while his bulge grows bigger and bigger to the point where she can feel it and lets out a whimper. “You know what to do pretty girl,” he whispers, his hands grabbing her waist.

It’s been a rather tedious process, teaching Soarynn exactly how to please him. Coriolanus selflessly took it upon himself though, knowing how well it would pay off in the end. Since then Soarynn has been much better in the bedroom. Coriolanus wasn’t a monster, he wanted her to enjoy sex. But only with him. She would only know what it felt like to be stuck on his cock, no one else’s. The mere thought of another man seeing her like this pushed him past anger and into obsession.

Soarynn’s shaky hands unbuttoned his pants, grabbing his hard bulge through his boxers. Coriolanus groans, slightly bucking into her small hand, “Don’t tease me, love, do what I showed you.”

Soarynn pulls away from the kiss, breathless as always while she pulls down his boxers with her other hand, letting his hard cock spring out. She swallows and looks into his eyes, she’s nervous.

Coriolanus nods and Soarynn begins to stroke him up and down with her hand, getting him nice and ready to fuck that sweet little cunt of hers. Coriolanus moans, throwing his head back while she pleases him, and then he feels her warm mouth on him.

As much as she’d hate to admit it, Soarynn can give a good blowjob. She always manages to get him to his peak and she does it without complaint. Although she rarely ever complains.

He grabs her hair, bobbing her head up and down at the pace he wants, swearing at how well she takes him, “There you go,” he says, “taking me so good. Always gonna be my little slut huh?”

He can picture it now. Their future. Soarynn swollen with his child, on her knees while she pleases him, those beautiful eyes looking up at him like he’s the greatest thing in the world. They’ll have a good marriage, she’ll make him happy and he’ll buy her whatever she wants.

They’ll be happy.

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Her skin is so soft. Coriolanus can feel how well Soarynn takes care of her body while he traces his finger up and down her arm. He appreciates that about Soarynn. She’s soft, she’s clean, and she’s hairless. He had worried how she maintained everything for a moment before he had her in his clutches but Soarynn was just full of surprises.

“That’s pretty,” Soarynn mumbles, pointing at the television. It draws his attention back to the screen and away from her, “Hmm? Oh, that dress she’s wearing?” Soarynn hums and nuzzles back into his chest, letting out a content sigh.

They’re in her living room watching television. It’s so domestic. And ironic considering he just fucked her until she was crying less than an hour ago. But she wanted to watch Lucky Flickerman’s show and Coriolanus was happy to oblige.

She’s curled up against him while he’s laid out on the sofa, a blanket covering them, his arms wrapped around her, providing security.

The dress she’s so fascinated with is light pink. Whoever Lucky is interviewing can barely pull the dress off but Soarynn certainly could. Coriolanus made a mental note to buy it for her so then he could be the one pulling it off.

“Do you ever think about the future?” He asks, staring out the window into her backyard. Soarynn lifts her head up to look at him and she looks so pretty with her hair all messed up, a few bruises on her neck. “The future?” She repeats, her brows furrowing. Coriolanus nods, absentmindedly brushing her hair from her face, “You know, getting married, having kids. All that.”

He begins to wonder if he’s the only one thinking this far ahead because Soarynn frowns, “I think most people are just focused on graduating,” she tells him softly. She has a point. It’s their last year, the last few months. Best not to get ahead of himself.

“We would have cute kids,” he decides, ignoring how surprised she looks at his statement. “They’d look just like a Snow,” he continues, admiring her blonde hair and blue eyes, making her the perfect candidate to have children with to ensure they look just like him.

Soarynn bites her lip but doesn’t say anything. She just lays her head back down and they sit in silence, watching Lucky Flickerman’s television show.

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"Now your professor left me with some worksheets for you to complete. Please don't forget to write your names at the top," the substitute says somewhat exasperatedly. Their professor was sick today which meant their literature class was stuck doing busy work. Coriolanus didn't mind though. It meant he got to mess around with his friends and he got to bother Soarynn.

So it was a win-win.

Coriolanus was quick to finish his assignment, wanting to get it out of the way. Soarynn had finished slightly before him but then again she wasn't the one socializing. He tried to get her engaged in the conversation between him and Festus but she was so enamored by her book so he settled for holding her hand under the table.

"My mom won't get off my back about this stupid ball," Festus says with a groan, tossing his pencil onto his desk. Coriolanus smirks, happy he already has his tailored suit prepared for the upcoming ball, "Why? Is she scared you might drug some professor's daughter again trying to get into her pants?" Festus rolls his eyes and shakes his head, "That only happened once and it was a mistake," he defends. Coriolanus glances to his left to see Soarynn so deeply invested in her book, leaning against her hand as she reads, "Ask one of the girls," he says, still watching Soarynn, "Like Clemmie or Arachne."

He knows neither of the girls is the ideal date for Festus but you can't be too picky this close to graduation. Almost everyone is beginning to couple up, truly commit. Coriolanus and Soarynn seem to have set off a trend and everyone else has followed. Festus sighs, carding his hand through his curls, "Easy for you to say Coryo, not everyone is in love like you two are." He can feel Soarynn slightly tense next to him, listening to their conversation, "It's not my fault I'm an overachiever," Coriolanus retorts before changing the subject.

They talked about other things before the bell rang dismissing them for lunch, "We'll be right there," he says to Festus, pulling Soarynn in the opposite direction of the lunch room with him. Festus throws him a smirk and walks off to lunch. "Where are we going?" Soarynn whispers, aimlessly following him into a supply closet. Coriolanus shuts the door and locks it, turning on the shitty overhead light, which is quite literally just a lightbulb.

Coriolanus doesn't answer her question, instead, he pushes her against the door, capturing her lips in a heated kiss. Soarynn whimpers but returns the kiss, her satchel falling to the floor along with her book. Coriolanus didn’t know why he brought her into the supply closet but he wasn’t going to leave now, not when he could have some fun with his pretty girl.

“Just wanna have a little fun,” he whispers against her lips, his hand slipping under her skirt. Soarynn gasps and tries to push him away, “Coriolanus we can’t,” she says, her voice desperate and her eyes pleading.

Coriolanus has to hold himself back from rolling his eyes at his girlfriend’s apprehensions. He’s done much worse in public places if he’s being honest, if anything the supply closet is a step up from the other places he’s fucked girls.

At least this one had a door.

But he’s not having any of her attitude or protests and he’s swift to wrap a hand around her neck, applying a slight pressure, “Don’t you wanna be my good girl baby? Make me happy? Make me feel good?” Soarynn whimpers when his hand slips under the waistband of her lace panties, getting oh-so-close to her sweet little cunt. “Or do you want me to go find another girl who will listen to me? Someone who will love me better than you do?”

He knows he’s laying it on thick, being a little mean. But Soarynn can be so dumb sometimes and when it comes to sex she’s a fucking idiot. He knows she’ll do anything to please him because even if she won’t admit it he knows she likes dating him, being with him, letting him touch her. Why wouldn’t she?

“No,” she whispers frantically, “I…I can be good for you I promise. Please don’t go find some other girl.” He can hear her voice tremble, how scared she is at the prospect of him leaving her. He’s thankful for how easy she is to manipulate and the groundwork he laid down the night he took her virginity. Convincing Soarynn that no one would love or want her now that she was used was probably the best thing he’d ever done.

Because now she was his.

Coriolanus hums and swipes his fingers between her folds, groaning when he feels how wet she is despite her protests. “Okay pretty girl, then why don’t you let me make you feel good hmm? Since I love you so much.” It’s almost comical how quickly Soarynn spreads her legs for him. He knows she wouldn’t ever outright say it but she likes it when he goes down on her. And he likes the way she tastes, the way she sounds, the way only he can see this side of her.

It’s a win-win.

And it’s so cute watching her try to be quiet while he’s on his knees, his mouth on her cunt and his hands gripping her thighs, keeping her spread apart for him. “Oh please,” she whispers, her hand grabbing his curls. Coriolanus slightly winces when she pulls on his curls but he finds himself strangely liking it. Because it means she likes it.

He might as well fuck her since they’re here and he wastes no time getting back on his feet and flipping Soarynn around, pressing her chest against the door, effectively pinning her against him. “Look at you,” he whispers, his hand quickly undoing his pants. Soarynn lets out a small moan when she feels his growing problem press against her ass and he chuckles, “You want it? You want me to fuck you stupid Soarynn?”

Coriolanus finally gets his pants off and his boxers follow suit, his cock springing out and resting against her perfect little ass. He lifts her skirt up to ensure he can see everything. One thing he’s always been adamant about is having the perfect view of Soarynn taking his cock. It’s a sight he simply can’t pass up. “Yes please,” she whispers, her back slightly arching into him. Coriolanus smirks, he wonders if Glen Nightingale is aware of the absolute slut he’s turned his daughter into.

His beautiful, sweet, timid little daughter. Taking the cock of Coriolanus Snow in a supply closet.

He lets out a low moan when he sinks into her cunt, never tiring from how tight she is. Soarynn moans too and Coriolanus is quick to shove two fingers in her mouth to keep her quiet. As much as he loves the risk, he doesn’t love the idea of someone finding them. Someone finding them and getting an eyeful of what’s rightfully his. His obsession with Soarynn fuels his thrusts as he pounds into Soarynn, hitting her sweet spot every time.

Soarynn is taking him just like she should and he can feel her walls quivering around him. If only he could get deeper. It’s not ideal, their position. “Lift your leg up for me,” he pants, pulling her right leg up and pinning it against the door. Soarynn being the good girl he’s trained her to be holds it and he can finally fuck her deep and fast.

“There you go,” he says, listening to her small, gagged moans, “trained you so good huh? You’ll just take it anywhere won’t you Soarynn? I should tie you up and leave you in here, let everyone take a turn on you, and see what a slut you are.” He shoves his fingers deeper and she gags on them, tears spilling from her eyes as they roll back, finally giving her that look he loves on her. Coriolanus loves when she looks so fucking dumb, so stupid while stuck on his cock, with nothing to do but take it over and over again. She looks so pretty like this.

But he knows they don’t have much time so he picks up the pace and pulls his fingers from her mouth to bring them to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles. Soarynn lets out a squeal from the stimulation and her body begins to shake.

Coriolanus nearly finishes when thinking back to a few nights ago when he had her in the shower, pinned against the wall much like now but instead, he used the shower head on her. He’d never paid too much attention to his removable shower head until he and Soarynn were showering the night off. He didn’t hesitate to adjust the jet stream and point it right at her clit, making her take it over and over again until she was sobbing.

He bites into her shoulder when he feels her walls begin to flutter around him, her orgasm hitting her full force. “Oh!” She gasps, her body going limp in his hold. Coriolanus doesn’t let up until he finishes though, watching with a smug look on his face when he finally pulls out to see his cum dripping from her puffy cunt. Soarynn pants and rests her forehead against the door, catching her breath.

Coriolanus presses a kiss to her neck while he calms down as well, his mind still buzzing with adrenaline. Soarynn reaches down between her legs and whines, “I…I need to go to the bathroom and clean up,” she tells him softly as she turns around. Coriolanus tilts his head and places one hand next to her head so he can lean down, getting eye level with her, “You’re not cleaning up anything pretty girl.”

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“What color is your dress Soarynn?”

Arachne’s question pulls Soarynn from her haze and she lifts her head off of his shoulder, “Oh, um it’s red she says, her hands tugging on her skirt.

Coriolanus smirks and places his hand on her thigh, giving it a squeeze. Arachne nods and looks to her left where Clemensia is sitting, “We definitely need to go dress shopping this weekend then or all the good dresses will be gone.” Coriolanus tunes the girls out while he looks down at Soarynn who’s already gone silent again. Her eyes are shifting over the table, watching everyone in their conversations.

He knows why. It’s because she’s embarrassed.

They’d showed up to lunch late for obvious reasons and Festus and Felix greeted them with a plethora of questions and shared smirks. Coriolanus smoothly answered all of their questions while pulling out a chair for Soarynn who looked like she wanted to disappear for the rest of her life.

It was so cute how she sat down, careful to pull down her skirt. Wouldn’t want to flash anyone since she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Coriolanus nearly got hard again just thinking about how he’d stuffed her panties up her cunt to keep his cum inside of her. Knowing she’d been filled with him all day brought him a feeling of satisfaction and ownership. Soarynn was clearly uncomfortable but he paid it no mind. He gently kisses her temple before whispering in her ear, “You’re coming home with me after school.” He reaches into her satchel and places the book she was reading on the table, a silent way of permitting her to read it while he talks with his friends.

Soarynn’s breath hitches and her eyes flit from the book to his hand on her thigh. He knows she’s sore but he doesn’t quite care about that. And he knows how desperately she just wants to read and tune everyone out. “Okay,” she agrees, her voice so soft.

Coriolanus grins and leaves her to read her book while he talks to Festus.

Soarynn just reads her book, quiet as a mouse. So sweet and obedient, always wanting to please him. He’ll keep her around, get her pregnant, marry her. Coriolanus will do all the things to his pretty girl.

꧁ ꧂

It's an ungodly sight to see Soarynn's tight cunt filled with something that shouldn't be in there. He's got her lying on her back, legs spread while he finally pulls out her bunched-up panties from her tight little cunt. Coriolanus knows how eager she's been to get it out, but he didn't let her off that easy. No. His pretty girl also had to be his good girl which meant sitting through dinner with his parents and it was a slow dinner tonight.

His mother had all sorts of questions for Soarynn who she adored, finding the timid girl a perfect match for her charming son.

"Coriolanus says you found a dress for the ball, are you excited?" She'd asked Soarynn who'd been poking around her plate. Coriolanus had given her thigh a gentle squeeze, reminding her that she can not opt out of every conversation she's presented with. Soarynn nodded, giving his mother a small smile before answering.

"Yes I'm very excited, Coriolanus helped me pick out the dress." Mother had fawned over that piece of information for a good minute before turning to his father who was nursing a glass of wine, "You know, Crassus and I met at a ball thrown by the Academy." Coriolanus couldn't stop his eyes from widening when he heard that. His mother was never shy to bust out the photo albums from their glory days but he never knew how they met.

His father merely grunted, "Yes, we were about your age, ready to leap into the world of adulthood." His eyes settled on Coriolanus as if he saw him unfit to join that said world. Coriolanus chose to ignore it and slipped his hand further up Soarynn's thigh until it rested on her cunt. He felt her stiffen next to him but he paid her no mind as he acted so very interested in what his mother was saying.

His pretty girl had been so good for him at dinner, acting as if nothing was happening while he rubbed her clit under the table in front of his parents. The best part was that she didn't even attempt to stop him. Coriolanus was quite pleased with that, how she knew how to behave, and that his training was paying off.

꧁ ꧂

"Such a pretty little cunt," he says, blowing air onto her clit. Soarynn whimpers and tries to lift her hips but his arm keeps her pressed to the bed, "do you want something else inside of it Soarynn?"

He knew she was horny, even if she didn't like it she was still horny. He nearly worked her into an orgasm at dinner before he pulled his hand away, leaving her to feel unsatisfied. "Please," she gasps, "please." Coriolanus chuckles and glances back at his bedroom doors, his locked bedroom doors. After she slept over the first time he found it quite easy to convince both his and her parents to let them spend the night. As long as an adult was home with them, no harm could be done. How foolish of them to think that.

His eyes wander to his desk, to the drawer where he keeps those oh-so-special pills and he smirks before giving her thigh a squeeze, "Stay here," he says before standing up. He knows she's on edge, the closet sex, the panties, dinner, his cock, it's been a lot for her today.

Too bad he's just getting started with his pretty girl.

He chooses to go with two pills tonight, ensuring that Soarynn won't give him any problems while he has his fun with her. Soarynn's still lying on his bed, staring at the ceiling while she moves her hips ever so slightly. If she's this desperate to be fucked then she's in for a real treat tonight. "Close your eyes, pretty girl," he orders, climbing back onto the bed. Soarynn shoots him a hesitant look but he returns it with a stern look that leaves no room for arguing.

So his submissive, dumb, pretty girl closes her eyes.

Coriolanus leans down and presses a kiss to Soarynn's soft pink lips, his tongue pressing against them for only a moment before gaining entry to her mouth. Soarynn doesn't particularly like tongue but it's not really about her now is it? He kisses her for a moment before bringing his fingers to her lips, the two pills in his hold. It's easy to slip them into her mouth while they kiss although he pulls away immediately. If he accidentally swallowed one then things would be very, very bad. Soarynn lets out a whimper and furrows her brows but Coriolanus is quick to cover her mouth with one hand and pinch her nose shut with the other. Soarynn's eyes widen and she tries with all her might to push him off but his pretty girl is so small and weak compared to him.

"Swallow them now before I force them down your pretty throat," he grits out, squeezing her nose tighter. If she doesn't swallow them she'll just pass out but that's only half the fun in his opinion. Soarynn tries to scream but it gets muffled by his hand and he shoots her a murderous glare, "Don't be a fucking brat Soarynn, swallow them, now." He can see her beginning to panic, trying to decide what to do and tears form in her eyes before she finally swallows. Coriolanus grins and pulls both hands away, watching her roll to her side as she sucks in as much air as possible.

Then she starts to cry.

Coriolanus sighs, he really doesn't have time for this right now but he knows how fast the pills will work so he'll let her have this moment. "Why...why are you doing this to me?" She chokes out, barely able to look up at him. Coriolanus tilts his head as he stares down at the pretty girl below him, "Because I love you."

Soarynn lets out a bitter, hollow laugh that tells him that she doesn't believe those words for a second, "You don't hurt people you love," she spits back, her voice as loud as he's ever heard it before, "you don't take advantage of people you love and fucking drug them."

He can't help but laugh at the current state of her and also her sudden feistiness. Naked on his bed, drugged all while trying to fight with him. The poor thing clearly needs to be put back in her place and tonight will be the perfect time to do so. Coriolanus gives her a smile all too kind to be genuine before he reaches down and grabs her throat, pulling her up like a ragdoll until they're face to face.

"Listen to me once and only once darling because I don't like repeating myself," he says in a low, measured voice, "if you ever try to speak to me like that again I'll make sure all you know is what it's like to be drugged up and trust me when I tell you, there are much worse drugs than the ones I gave you. And if you ever want to see the type of man I can become as someone who doesn't love you then I can easily arrange for that."

Her eyes hold fear in them but he can still see a glimmer of defiance and Coriolanus has to kill that now. "I will let my friends run such a fucking train on you that once they're done you'll be begging to take my cock and only my cock, do you understand Soarynn?" He shakes her neck for emphasis and smirks when it lolls to the side, the drugs finally taking over, "You have no idea how many boys would love to split your sweet little cunt open and yet I keep them all away. All because I love you."

He releases her throat and watches her fall back onto the mattress. Limp and starry-eyed. Good, she looks prettiest when she's helpless.

Coriolanus spends a few minutes getting the things he'll need, a belt, a necktie, and a binder clip from his desk.

When he comes back he finds Soarynn completely out of it. He starts with the tie, wrapping it around her head, securing it in her mouth, and gagging her. He doesn't need any screams when she wakes back up. Not like last time when she lost it. Then he binds her hands with his belt, can't have her running off. Lastly, he grabs the binder clip, smirking when he notices Soarynn warily eyeing it, "This is what happens when you talk back to me pretty girl," he drawls, pressing it open and bringing it down to her clit. The gagged scream Soarynn lets out only makes him grow harder and harder in his pants as he watches her writhe on his sheets. He looks at her cunt, still stuffed with her panties, her clit now clamped with a binder clip all while she drips onto his sheets.

She's crying again, trying to take deep breaths but it's hard and the drugs are making her more and more lucid. "I think some spanks are in order," he decides, picking her up by her waist. She's like a ragdoll now, his personal little fuckdoll as he sits on the edge of the bed and lays her across his lap. Her limbs sag letting him know she's completely at his disposal before he lands a hard slap on her ass. Soarynn makes some noise but he pays it no mind and continues bringing his hand down on her ass. "You've been such a good girl for me Soarynn but I suppose all sluts throw a temper tantrum eventually."

Coriolanus spanks her until her ass is bright red, sure to bruise by the morning. Good, he wants her to remember what happens when she tries to talk back to him. He tosses her back onto the bed and spreads her legs wide, getting another view of her perfect cunt stuffed with her panties. "Now let's take these out, hmm?" It's an erotic sight as he slowly pulls her soaking wet panties out from her cunt, both her cum and his cum mixed into the fabric. He groans when he sees her gaping little cunt, still coated with his cum from this afternoon. He flicks the binder clip and Soarynn jolts, letting out a gagged wheeze. He loves her like this, helpless, vulnerable, all his.

So pretty.

"My little fuckdoll," he says, pulling down his pants and then his boxers, letting his cock spring out. "Are you ready to be good for me now? To take whatever I give you?" He grabs a fistful of Soarynn's hair, pulling it up and down, making her nod like a puppet, "That's my good girl," he says, half-mocking, half-praising her. He knows how it gets to Soarynn when he degrades her. She's still got tears in her eyes but now she looks entirely afraid of him.

Coriolanus moans when he sinks into her cunt, feeling her walls wrap around him. They've been molded to fit his cock by now. "There you go, I wish you could see yourself all spread out for me, so dumb with it," he taunts, beginning to fuck hard into her. Her pleasure isn't a priority for him tonight but he plans on fucking her until she gains her mobility back, until she can repeat every rule he's given her. Soarynn's body rocks back and forth as he fucks her, his hands holding her thighs down and apart, bearing all of it to him. "I own all of this Soarynn," he grunts, "this cunt, this clit, this ass, that mouth, all of it. And when we're married, I'll truly own all of you."

Soarynn's making some more pitiful noises but he pushes through and fucks her through his first orgasm, painting her walls with his cum. Soarynn already looks fucked out but it seems like a personal problem where he's concerned, "You're in for a long night pretty girl."

꧁ ꧂

"I can't," she gasps, her head dropping in exhaustion. Coriolanus has come to the conclusion that Soarynn looks best like this. Covered in bruises, tears, sweat, and cum. She's entirely fucked out and exhausted but Coriolanus needs to drive this message home even if it's at her own expense. Her body is still weak and pliant but she got her voice back around an hour ago and it's horse and scratchy.

He rubs at her clit causing more tears to surface since the clip is still on it, "Yes you can baby, give me one more and we're done."

Soarynn chokes down another sob, and he gives her throat another squeeze as he fucks her from behind, her upper half folded and pressed against his marble bathroom counter. Fucking Soarynn in front of a mirror is an image he wants to burn in his mind forever. This way he can see how pathetic she looks wrapped around his cock.

"You promise?" She croaks, looking into his eyes with desperation. Coriolanus nods and presses a kiss to her temple, "One more, I promise." He means it too, especially since he's getting tired too. He doesn't even know if Soarynn can give him another orgasm but she's his good girl and he knows she will. And he knows just how to get it.

He reaches down between her legs without warning and presses the clip open and that's all it takes to get her to cum. She doesn't even cum, she squirts all over him, her eyes rolling back, her tongue sticking out. His little fuckdoll.

"There you go," he praises, still fucking her as he reaches his own orgasm, "such a good girl. My pretty girl, can you say that for me? Tell me you're my pretty girl?"

Soarynn closes her eyes when she feels him filling her up, her legs are shaking, all of her is shaking but he won't let up until he gets what he wants. She should know that by now.

With tears in her eyes, Soarynn lifts her head up and looks into the mirror, looking into his eyes, the eyes of the man she'll belong to for the rest of her life, something she's come to terms with now.

"I'm your pretty girl."

| Part 3. | Final Part |

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Wrapped in a Bow

It’s late when Coriolanus gets home.

So late.

The guilt eats him alive as he pushes the elevator button to take him to the twelfth floor. He lives in the penthouse of course.

He knows she’ll be waiting for him, she always is. Even if she falls asleep in the process he knows Soarynn won’t go to bed without him. At first he’d been slightly put off by it.

Why would she wait up for him when she could be asleep?

But then he began to love it, cherish it. And the more sick and twisted side of him was filled with pride that his girlfriend chose to wait for him each and every night. He knew his other friends couldn’t say the same.

He’s quiet when unlocking the doors and walking in. The penthouse is dark except for a faint glow coming from the living room. And he can hear a muffled voice, someone is talking but he knows it’s not Soarynn. He walks further into the apartment and finds his girlfriend in her usual spot, curled up on the sofa with a blanket, wearing one of his pullovers. She looks so beautiful, so angelic while she sleeps.

He turns his attention to the television where Lucky Flickerman’s television show is playing softly. He knows why she’s watching him this late at night and it’s not because she’s a big Lucky Flickerman fan.

It’s because she’s scared to be alone.

That’s probably what makes Coriolanus feel the worst. Knowing that while he’s at the office or at some company dinner Soarynn is home alone, anxiously waiting for him to get back.

She’s fine during the day. She goes out with her friends, goes shopping, gets her nails done. But when the sun sets she gets nervous.

Coriolanus walks around the sofa and reaches down for the remote, turning off the television before he gently scoops Soarynn off the sofa, inhaling the sweet scent of vanilla. She’s always smelled like vanilla. He’s always smelled like roses.

A perfect pair it seems.

Soarynn begins to mumble when they reach the bedroom, finally stirring from her sleep. “Hi pretty girl,” he whispers, nudging the doors shut with his foot. Soarynn slowly opens her eyes, nearly taking his breath away. She’s always been so stunning.

Soarynn reaches out and brushes his cheek with her finger tips as if she can’t believe he’s real. He often finds himself wondering the same thing about her.

Is this real? Is she real? Does she really love him?

He likes to think it’s real. He knows his love for her is real. “Coryo,” she whispers, “you’re home so late.” Coriolanus swallows at her statement and carefully sits down at the edge of the bed, holding her a little tighter in her arms. “I know, I got held up in a meeting and one thing led to another and I lost track of time. I’m sorry Soarynn.”

He knows it affects her. Upsets her. He’d be pretty upset too if he was in her position, waiting at home for her to get home just for her to be late and come home exhausted, barely able to give him any attention.

Soarynn doesn’t say anything but her eyes do. He chooses to ignore it, smooth over it. “I’ll make it up to you,” he promises with a kiss on her head. Soarynn simply hums and closes her eyes letting him watch her sleep for a while before he puts her to bed so he can shower.

Coriolanus thinks of what he could do to make it up to her. All his late nights. He knows that at the end of the day everything he already does for her is more than enough. He pays for everything and makes sure Soarynn is well taken care of.

Soarynn already has everything she needs.

So what do you get for someone who has everything?

꧁ ꧂

“And what breed are they?”

Coriolanus asks the question as he looks down at the pen filled with small kittens who are all looking up at him. He must look like a giant to them.

The shop owner reaches down and picks one up, one with white and gray fur, “They’re ragdolls Mr. Snow, very sweet and they’ll fall asleep in your hands almost instantly.”

Just like Soarynn, he thinks, looking at the small cat. It’s not secret that his girlfriend can fall asleep nearly anywhere although she prefers to be in his arms.

Coriolanus nods, gingerly taking the kitten from the owners hands. It’s so small and warm, so fragile. And it does almost immediately fall asleep in his hold. Which is good in his opinion. He doesn’t need a car running around the apartment in the middle of the night. “You’re welcome to choose which ever one you like,” the owner says.

Coriolanus almost wishes he brought Soarynn with him but this is meant to be a surprise. He looks back down at all the kittens and one in particular catches his eye. It’s all white, jumping onto its siblings and when it looks up at him he swears he’s looking into Soarynn’s eyes. The kittens nose is so pink and he knows in that moment that this is the kitten for him.

“I’ll take the white one,” he nods to the small feline. The owner smiles, “Excellent choice sir. She’ll be the perfect companion.”

He sure hopes so.

The shop owner provides a box for transporting the kitten and he pulls out a roll of ribbon. “Would you like me to tie a little bow around her neck? I know the ladies love a gift that comes with a bow.” Coriolanus hadn’t really thought of the presentation aspect of this surprise but he knows Soarynn will love it. “Yes please, the bow will do quite nicely.”

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It’s a strange thing to walk into his apartment with a kitten in a box.

She hasn’t stopped meowing since they left the shop and he’s beginning to worry that she might never shut up. Thankfully she quiets down once he opens the lid to the box and shoots her a stern look. If she wants to live in his house then she’ll need to learn that his world is law.

“Soarynn?” He calls out, noting her keys on the entry way table meaning she’s home, “Where are you darling?”

He can see a few shopping bags in the kitchen but Soarynn is nowhere to be found. “I’m in the bedroom Coryo!”

Coriolanus makes sure the box is properly closed before walking to the bedroom where he finds his girlfriend sitting on the bed with her legs crossed while she folds clothes. They have a maid who comes once a week to do laundry but Soarynn often has a specific outfit in mind for an event and she takes matters into her own hands and does the laundry herself.

Coriolanus certainly isn’t complaining. Not when she does his too.

“Hello my love,” she says sweetly, looking up at him. She looks perfect as always. She’s wearing one of her silk nightgowns which means it’ll be a night in. It’s only six o’clock but Soarynn often prefers to lounge around before going to bed. She’s like a cat in more ways than one. She’s quite tedious when it comes to grooming herself. She has soft hair, startling eyes and she nearly purrs whenever Coriolanus touches her just right.

“Doing laundry are we?” He asks, stopping at the foot of the bed to watch her. It’s mostly lingerie which brings a smirk to his lips. He loves seeing her in it almost as much as he loves ripping it off of her. Soarynn hums, “Yes, I thought I should go through it, get rid of some of my older pieces.” When she goes to look up at him her eyes land on the box. The pretty pink box.

“What’s that?”

Coriolanus smiles, “Just a little gift. I know you get lonely when I’m at work so I bought you something,” he says, placing the box down infront of her. Soarynn gives him a nervous smile as she goes to open the lid, “Coryo you really didn’t have to get me anything,” she says softly, taking the lid off.

The gasp that leaves her mouth makes it all worth it for him. Watching her eyes widen as she looks down at the white kitten. She reaches in, ever so gently picking up the kitten in her hands. “Oh my goodness, oh my, oh, Coryo she’s beautiful. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Oh, she’s perfect.”

Soarynn smiles at the kitten who is instantly taken with her and reaches out its tiny paws towards her face. Soarynn giggles and brings the cat towards her face, nuzzling her nose with the felines pink one. “Oh, aren’t you the sweetest thing?” She asks the kitten, grinning when she hears a small meow.

“Do you like it?” Coriolanus asks, feeling it’s his duty to ensure Soarynn is thoroughly pleased with everything she gets, even if it’s a cat. Soarynn nods and beams up at him, “I love it. I absolutely love it Coryo, thank you.” He smiles, pleased to see himself as the loving and doting boyfriend once again.

Soarynn sets the kitten down and lets her crawl around on the bed, “She’s perfect,” Soarynn whispers, “wrapped with a bow and everything.”

The kitten seems quite curious about Soarynn’s lingerie collection and Coriolanus chuckles when her tiny claws get tangled in a lace bralette, “Oh don’t do that darling,” Soarynn tells her softly, scooping her back up. “What are you going to name her?” He asks, curious as to what Soarynn will name the feline. She ought to be taken to the vet tomorrow to be given the proper shots and have all her paper work down. She’ll need a collar as well.

Soarynn holds the kitten up as if inspecting her for damage, “Hmm, I don’t know. I’ve never had a pet before. Perhaps something distinguished, so she’s a proper Snow.”

Coriolanus can’t stop himself from smiling at his girlfriend’s words. How she considers herself and the cat a Snow already. Soarynn is practically a Snow, all she needs is the wedding ring and that’s not too far in the future as far as he’s concerned. But the fact that she wants the cat to be a proper representation of his family name further supports that Coriolanus made the right decision in dating Soarynn.

“What about a flower?” He suggests since the Snows are known for their roses. Soarynn sets the kitten down, “Rosy?” She asks, looking for a reaction. She gets none. Soarynn bites her lip, “Daisy? Is your name Daisy?” She tilts her head but the kitten gives no indication that she’s been named properly. Soarynn sighs, “Oh this is hard. I can’t imagine the pressure there will be for children.”

Coriolanus likes the thought of that. Of them having children. A cat is simply the first step. Soarynn snaps her fingers, “Petunia.” The kitten lets out a meow and Soarynn gasps, “That’s her name! Petunia!”

Petunia purrs in her hold and begins to wiggle as if asking to be put down and Soarynn obliges, watching her run around. “She’s got a lot of energy right now,” she notes. Coriolanus takes a seat next to her on the edge of the bed, “She’ll wind down when she’s older and supposedly she’ll fall asleep right in your hands.” Soarynn raises her eyebrows and looks down at Petunia who’s now batting a paw at Coriolanus and his pants. He sighs and gently pushes her away, “She’ll need to be trained Soarynn. Well behaved when people come over and she better not touch any of my furniture.”

Coriolanus is beginning to have second thoughts about bringing an animal into the home. Didn’t they bring in mites and disease? Not too long ago dogs were roaming the streets with rabies during the war. He looks down at Petunia who has now crawled into Soarynn’s lap. She’s from a reputable breeder and she seems clean. The vet will be able to assess her. At least that’s what he tells himself. “She’ll be perfectly behaved,” Soarynn says, giving Petunia a scratch behind the ears, causing the cat to purr.

He’s not too convinced. Coriolanus is quick to grab her chin between his fingers, getting her to look him in the eyes, “I’m serious Soarynn. One wrong move and she’s gone. Petunia is supposed to be your pet not your child.” Soarynn gives him a small pout but his resolve isn’t breaking and she can see that now. “Okay, I’ll make sure she stays out of trouble,” Soarynn promises, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “And thank you for getting me a cat Coryo, she’ll be excellent company and you’ll come to love her you’ll see.”

Coriolanus isn’t too sure about loving the cat but he can tolerate her just fine as long as she stays out of his way and doesn’t steal all of his girlfriend’s attention. She was his first and she’ll be his last.

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Coriolanus groans when his alarm goes off. Six in the morning is brutal but necessary in his opinion to be successful throughout the day. He sits up and allows himself a moment to admire his sleeping girlfriend. Her head is practically on his pillow but she’s never been too good at staying on her side of the bed.

Coriolanus quietly slips out of bed and heads to the bathroom where he takes a nice hot shower. He keeps the door slightly cracked open just in case Soarynn is in the mood to join him. Every once in a while she’ll rouse from her sleep and hop in the shower with him before he goes to work.

And today is one of those days. He grins when his sleepy girlfriend pushes the door open, her nightgown nearly falling off her shoulders as she rubs her eyes. “Well isn’t this a lovely surprise?” He asks watching her step into the steamy shower after slipping off the nightgown. Soarynn gives him a shy smile before wrapping her arms around his neck, “The bed got so cold once you left,” she mumbles into his neck.

He chuckles and wraps his arms around her small waist, pressing a kiss to her head, “Is Petunia not around to provide you warmth?” Soarynn giggles and slightly pulls away, looking up at him with those eyes he could drown in, “You know she’s probably wide awake right now,” she says teasingly.

She has a point. It had taken them one night to learn that Petunia thrives at night. During the day she sleeps but during the night that cat is a ball of energy. Coriolanus had nearly banished her from their bedroom all together when she tried to play with his socks in the middle of the night. But thankfully she’s calmed down since then. The vet said as she got older she’d sleep more throughout the night and Coriolanus was counting down the days until that happened.

But she made Soarynn happy. So that counts for something he supposes.

All her friends adored Petunia and that cat lived better than most humans in his opinion. She had a pink collar, her own bed and a plethora of cat toys. Not to mention how many times Soarynn brushed her during the day. Spoiled didn’t begin to describe that cat.

Coriolanus simply hums before capturing her lips in a passionate kiss. He cherishes times like these the most with Soarynn. When it feels like they’re the only two people in the world. Soarynn returns it eagerly and her fingers card through his wet curls. Coriolanus slips his hands from her waist to her ass, squeezing it and smirking when she moans.

Coriolanus is a man who indulges in the little things and that includes steamy morning sex in the shower every once in a while. “It’s been a minute since I’ve taken you in here,” he mumbles against her lips. Soarynn sighs into the kiss, “Well here’s your chance.”

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus is all smiles as they walk out of the bathroom. He’s smiling like a school boy watching Soarynn’s naked body walking in front of him, a slight limp to her walk. He doesn’t hesitate to land a slap to her ass and Soarynn gasps, shooting him a look from over her shoulder, “You’re done for the day,” she tells him, her tone all too flirtatious to really mean it.

He cocks his eyebrow, “Well then it looks like I have my work cut out for me when it becomes night.”

Before Soarynn can even reply a white paw appears from under the bed, batting at her ankle. Soarynn giggles and couches down, playing with Petunia’s paw for a moment before the feline crawls out. She was probably under there all night along with the mountain of toys Soarynn has bought her.

“Good morning my sweet angel,” Soarynn says as she picks her up and spins her around. Petunia lets out a pleased purr before Soarynn brings her to her shoulder, holding her like an infant.

Coriolanus usually rolls his eyes at the sight, treating the cat as if she’s a human baby. But there’s something about it, seeing Soarynn act so motherly as if on instinct. She’ll be a wonderful mother where actual children are concerned.

He’ll propose soon. Maybe do it on the rooftop surrounded by his grandmothers roses. Whatever he does it’ll be perfectly romantic. The ring will be stunning, a ring fit for the wife of a Snow. The wife of Coriolanus Snow. He’ll pick out the perfect diamond, the perfect band, perfect box.

He’ll do everything perfectly and have it wrapped with a bow.

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What Was I Made For?

| this story was inspired by the song ‘What Was I Made For?’ |

| a companion to ‘Pretty’ |

The roundness of her stretched-out stomach brings a mix of emotions to Soarynn’s throat.

She cried when she noticed it. Her period was late. Not that she was used to getting her period altogether, only for a few months. Ever since Coriolanus made her get the implant in her arm removed. He insisted on it, insisted on finishing inside of her and knowing that it could lead to a child of his growing inside of her.

Sometimes she loves it. Loves her child. How could a mother not love her child? She hasn’t even met him yet and she already loves him so dearly.

But on the other hand, she’s deeply terrified. The birth itself scares her the most. She doesn’t have a mother anymore because of her own birth and while she doesn’t think it would affect Coriolanus the way it affected her father, she knows it would be a significant loss nonetheless.

She also worries for her child. Her unborn son. Coriolanus had been elated when they found out that they were having a boy. An heir. A son. Another thing to dangle over her head. She worries about how their son will be treated, that he’ll grow up under the same type of roof that Coriolanus did, and that their child will be a horrible, terrible person who takes advantage of people and their kindness.

Coriolanus knows all about that.

People thought she had been crying tears of joy at their wedding, thought that she was overcome with emotion and she was. Just not in a good way. Watching him slip that ring onto her finger was like watching him slip a noose around her neck.

Soarynn was trapped.

No getting out. Ever.

Being married to Coriolanus was the end of so many things for her. She belonged to him now, mind, body, and soul. He dictated what she wore, what she said, what she ate, and where she went.

Soarynn often looked through old photo albums of her when she was a little girl. Sure she had been a bit awkward but she was happy.

Her fingers trace the pages of one of the albums as she sits in their library, reminiscing on the good times she had before Coriolanus. Most photos just consist of her. No friends or family. But she was okay with that.

She’s sitting in his favorite chair. The chair he sat in while he watched her fall apart over her books burning up in the fireplace. It still leaves a sour taste in her mouth whenever she’s reminded of it. Not that Coriolanus reminds her. He simply moved past it and expected her to do the same.

Soarynn smiles at a photo of her in the backyard of her old townhouse. She has ribbons in her hair and she’s wearing a pink dress with the biggest smile on her face.

“When did it end?” She whispers to herself as she turns to the next page, “All the enjoyment?”

Coriolanus doesn’t like to linger in the past, not when he’s got such a bright future ahead of him. And she really can’t blame him for that. For his ambition. Soarynn has lots of things to blame him for so she put aside his massive ego.

He’s at work right now. Once it hits six o’clock he’ll leave work and be home by six-thirty. Soarynn will serve him dinner and they’ll sit at their dining room table and discuss their days. Coriolanus will tell her about work and Soarynn will tell him about all the places she went to today.

At the beginning of their marriage, Soarynn did her best to ignore going to public events without Coriolanus. Despite how horrible he was, he was a source of stability in hectic scenes such as Capitol parties and social gatherings. Soarynn was more than happy to stay glued to his side as long as she didn’t have to talk to anyone.

But once they got married a certain precedent was set upon her and she was left to go to many of these things alone. Soarynn loved to be alone but going to an art gallery alone was a different thing entirely. Many other high society women would approach her and to their credit, they tried to make small talk. But Soarynn would freeze like a mouse in a trap. Make up some lies and leave early.

She got away with it for a good two months until Coriolanus found it and confronted her about it. “No wife of mine is ever going to be seen leaving an event early ever again. Do you understand me Soarynn?” He’d snarled, grabbing her throat and nearly slamming her into the nearest wall. Soarynn had been terrified of her husband, a man who could now inflict as much pain as he wanted onto her because they both knew she was trapped.

Soarynn had nodded and then she cried. Coriolanus comforted her in that sick twisted way he always did, the same way he did when he took her virginity or burned her books. He had whispered all sorts of deceptive words in her ear after fucking her senseless and then witnessing another breakdown over her books.

Soarynn’s books had been her one escape and he took that from her.

“I know, I know darling,” he had whispered, rubbing his hand up and down her back all whilst still inside of her, “it hurt me more than it hurt you, I need you to understand how hard that was for me Soarynn.”

Soarynn had tuned him out for the most part. She did that a lot lately, just nodding her head and putting on that pretty smile he loved so much. It was much easier when she didn’t argue back, didn’t put up a fuss over something he deemed “so insignificant.”

The grandfather clock in the hallway struck five, pulling Soarynn from her reminiscent thoughts and she slowly shut the album. “We should get ready for dinner,” she says softly, resting her hands on her rather large bump. She’s tried every trick in the book to ensure that their son arrives happy and healthy and that includes talking to him as if he can hear or understand her.

Sometimes it feels like he’s the only one she can talk to, can trust. Coriolanus has turned everyone against her it seems in one way or another.

His mother had told Soarynn all about her pregnancy and how boys were much more difficult to carry than girls in her opinion. She had also been elated to find out that Soarynn was pregnant, that she would soon be gifted a grandchild. Crassus Snow didn’t seem to share the same sentiment, he was pleased but that was about it.

Soarynn slowly pushes herself up from her husband’s chair and rests her hand on the top of it as she steadies herself. Being pregnant was absolutely exhausting. And she had gotten to the stage where she could no longer see or reach her toes. Coriolanus of course, loved this. Loved how helpless she was now that she was pregnant. He loved bathing her, dressing her, slipping on her shoes. And because he was oh-so selfless he even took it upon himself to ensure that she was properly groomed in all places. It was horrible.

Soarynn sucks in a deep breath as a pain shot throughout her ribs. She rubs her stomach, in hopes of alleviating the pain but it persists. Soarynn nervously eyes the telephone that sits on the fireplace’s mantel. She could call Coriolanus at work, but he’d be furious. She’d only done it once to inquire about an event they would be attending later that night and he berated her over the phone and in person once he got home.

“Do not ever call me at work Soarynn. I don’t give a fuck if the penthouse is on fire. There are lots of people you can call before calling me,” he’d said so sternly, grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look him in the eye. She never called again.

But the pain was getting worse and didn’t this constitute an emergency? Soarynn let out a pained moan as she began to feel light-headed. She stumbles towards the fireplace, nearly falling to the floor but she manages to catch the edge of the mantel. “Oh, fuck,” she whispers, resting her head on the mantle's edge, “oh goodness.”

Perhaps she should just go to bed early. Coriolanus will call the doctor who will come tomorrow and most likely prescribe her some vitamins or supplements. Soarynn has taken a plethora of pills throughout this pregnancy, all given to her by the doctor to ensure it goes as smoothly as possible.

That might be her favorite thing about being pregnant. The fact that Coriolanus can’t make her take those awful pills that leave her limp like a ragdoll. He tried to make her take one on the night of their wedding but eventually gave up once he saw how upset it made Soarynn. The wedding itself had been awful enough so to see her newly wedded husband pull out those pills sent her over the edge. Soarynn had experienced what Coriolanus called a “panic attack” where she cried so hard that she couldn’t breathe and then she threw up.

What a wonderful night to remember.

Soarynn lets out another hiss of pain and nearly falls to the floor as her vision turns spotty. If Coriolanus wasn’t so against hiring maids or a cook then Soarynn would have called out to someone for help. But she’s all alone in this place. Besides Petunia who’s fast asleep in their bedroom.

He likes that she's all alone with nothing to do but wait for him to come home.

Something is wrong, something is very wrong but Soarynn's never done this, been through this. Did her own mother ever deal with this? Is this something that happens during pregnancy?

Soarynn feels something trickling down her leg and for a moment she wonders if she's lost all control of her bladder. She heard that can happen when you're pregnant due to the pressure of the baby. She looks down at the floor and nearly throws up when she sees blood running down her leg.

Not an accident, not her water breaking. Blood.

Soarynn chokes out a sob as she grabs for the telephone, her vision becoming more and more spotty as more blood trickles out of her and down her leg onto the hardwood floor. She should call Coriolanus. This constitutes an emergency. But didn't he mention a big meeting that was happening today? What if he gets mad? Or says she's making it into a bigger deal than it is?

More pain shoots through her body and Soarynn cries out, attempting to hold her stomach but failing as her knees buckle out from under her and she's forced to grip the mantel with all her strength. She needs help, needs to call someone. But who? Who does she know? She doesn't have any friends. Not real ones anyway.

And most people are at work. Who does she know that doesn't work? That could help her in this state of emergency?

The Vickers. The Vickers who helped the other Mrs. Snow when she was bleeding out. Soarynn frantically dials their number, praying for someone to answer. She hasn't really spoken to Lysistrata since that one afternoon when Festus called them those nasty names. Coriolanus didn't like her hanging around them so she didn't hang around them. Simple as that.

Soarynn whimpers as the phone rings, and rings, and rings until finally, someone picks up, "Vickers residence, to whom am I speaking?" Soarynn doesn't recognize the voice which means Lysistrata isn't home but she's desperate for anyone at this point. "Hello?" She gasps, the pain causing her to grit her teeth, "Hello this is Soarynn Snow." The line goes silent for a second and Soarynn fears they might have lost a connection. "Soarynn? Soarynn Nightingale?"

Hearing her maiden name is an all too painful reminder of the girl she used to be. Coriolanus took everything from her, including her last name.

"Yes," she says, "yes that's me. I...I need help." In the moment she realizes how crazy she must sound. Coriolanus would be furious if he heard her talking just now, heard how rude and informal she was being but she doesn't quite care at the moment. "What's wrong dear? Is your husband home?" Soarynn nearly laughs at the question because for once she wishes her husband was home. "No," she says, "no he's at work and there's blood and I'm pregnant and," she stops herself for a moment, debating on whether or not to admit her fear, "and I'm scared," she whispers, tears falling down her face.

She's scared for herself, for her baby, and how Coriolanus will react.

Whoever is on the other line begins shouting all sorts of things and Soarynn can hear people in the background, "Soarynn? Soarynn you stay right there sweetheart, okay? We're coming."

Soarynn feels some sort of relief knowing that help is on the way but she's still scared. And what will Coriolanus think when he comes home to find her missing? She needs to call Festus.

Festus is practically her husband's right-hand man, he was the best man at their wedding and he even has a key to their penthouse. Soarynn knows his number by heart. She also knows that he's already home from work. She feels terrible for hanging up the phone but her guilt doesn't stop her from doing it before she's dialing the Creed's number.

Festus thankfully picks up immediately and she can hear him arguing with his wife Persephone, "Just give me a fucking minute Persephone," he hisses, "anyways, sorry about that, what do you need Coriolanus? More drugs? A freakier wife?" Soarynn pales at his vulgar questions but chooses to ignore them for the time being, "Festus," she whispers, her strength fading away by the second. "Soarynn? What's wrong? Is Coriolanus home?"

Soarynn bites back a pained cry and she looks back down to see a pool of blood has accumulated on the floor and she feels herself slowly fading into unconsciousness. "I...I'm having a miscarriage," she whispers before the world goes black.

꧁ ꧂

"Soarynn? Soarynn can you hear me?"

Everything feels so far away. Soarynn can hear people, feel her body being moved but she only sees black.

"...need to go to the hospital..."

She thinks she can hear Festus but she's not sure, everything is moving in slow motion.

She can see flashes of memories in front of her, memories of when she was a little girl, happy and carefree. She sees her younger self running in their backyard, smiling and chasing a butterfly. Soarynn can feel the warm summer breeze on her skin, the grass beneath her bare feet. She watches her younger self roll on the grass, giggling without a care in the world.

Suddenly she stops, she looks up at Soarynn. Neither of them quite knows what to do for a moment before her younger self pushes herself from the ground and runs towards her with a smile on her little face, "You're me!" She says, stopping right in front of Soarynn.

Soarynn swallows and nods, "Yes I am." Her younger self tilts her head, "Why are you here? I don't think you're supposed to be here." She's right, she shouldn't be here and yet here she is.

"Something bad is happening," Soarynn says softly, realizing that this little girl has yet to be subjected to the worst years of her life all by the hands of Coriolanus Snow.

Her younger self frowns, "Well can we fix it? Fix the bad thing?"

Soarynn feels a sad smile tug on her lips at her naive ways of thinking. If only it were that easy to fix. "No," she tells her, "we can't fix it. I'm sorry." She can feel tears in her eyes, "I'm so sorry," she whispers, "so sorry for everything." She wants so badly to protect this little girl, to take her inside and pour her some lemonade and braid her hair.

Her younger self shrugs, "It's okay, whatever you do, it's okay."

Soarynn nods and wipes her tears with the back of her hand, "I should go, I...I have a lot waiting for me when I wake up."

"You should float up," her younger self suggests, "you know how we float in the bathtub?"

Soarynn nods, remembering when she'd fill the bathtub with bubbles and float in the water, imagining she could fly. She can hear a beeping sound, it's from some medical equipment. She has to go.

"I used to float," she says, watching her younger self drift away from her mind.

"Now I just fall down."

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Soarynn wakes up in a hospital bed.

It's so bright. She reaches up to shield her eyes and lets out a groan when she feels a strange pain in her stomach. Soarynn looks down at her bump and it's not there. It's not there.

Soarynn feels her bottom lip trembling as she runs her hand over her hospital gown, her stomach smooth as it was before she ever got pregnant. Where is her baby?

She slowly looks up at the foot of her bed and she sees him sitting there, watching her.

Coriolanus.

He's so quiet. There are bags under his eyes. His perfectly styled golden curls are unruly and tangled. The look in his eyes is so hollow.

For a moment neither of them say anything. Words can not convey their grief, their loss. Soarynn likes to think that her baby boy is somewhere safe but she knows that is not the truth. He's not safe in the way she intended at least.

The doctor breaks their silence by knocking and coming into the room, a clipboard in her hand. The woman gives her a sympathetic smile and looks down at Coriolanus, "Why don't you let me talk to your wife for a moment?" Coriolanus silently stands up and leaves the room, not sparing Soarynn a glance.

The doctor closes the door before she sighs, "How are you feeling?"

"Where's my baby?" Soarynn asks, her voice scratchy. The doctor grabs the chair that Coriolanus was sitting in and pulls it up to Soarynn's side before she takes a seat.

"When you were found in your apartment you were lying on the floor, unconscious in a pool of your own blood. The Vickers and the Creeds found you and brought you here where we attempted to save you and your baby. There was...a complication with the pregnancy, undetected until now. We had no choice but to perform an emergency cesarean section to deliver the stillborn child to ensure that you survived."

She survived. Her son did not.

Soarynn is overcome with emotions as she begins to cry, her body racks with her sobs as she grieves the life of her unborn child. "Why...why didn't you save him?" She gasps, looking at the doctor through tears, "You should have saved him and not me." The doctor frowns and shakes her head, gently placing a hand on Soarynn's shoulder, "Mrs. Snow, your life was of more importance. People need you." Soarynn lets out a bitter laugh, "No one needs me."

Her son would have needed her. But he's gone.

"This type of grief is normal, all of this is perfectly normal considering what you've been through," the doctor slowly says, "losing a child is never easy." Soarynn looks around the room, her vision blurry with tears, "Where is he? Where is my baby?"

"Mrs. Snow, it is not suggested that the mother of a deceased newborn sees her ba-"

"I want to see him," Soarynn says, cutting her off. Her voice trembles but she says it, she means it. She gives the doctor a determined look, one she hasn't worn in years. The doctor purses her lips for a moment, "Alright. Would you like your husband to be here to offer you some comfort in your time of grief?"

Soarynn stares at the wall in front of her and shakes her headas she answers, not even hesitating. "It's not what he's made for."

꧁ ꧂

Neither of them says a word as Coriolanus unlocks the doors to their penthouse. Soarynn keeps her head down and rests her hands on her stomach, thinking about the little boy she held in her arms one day ago.

He hadn't been ready, ready to see her, to meet her. He didn't look ready. He was so small, so fragile. The doctor said that he might have been born with a physical deformity if the pregnancy hadn't been fatal. Soarynn wouldn't have cared. She would have loved him with all her heart.

They're both dressed in black. She hears voices as they walk into the penthouse, people are here in the living room. Soarynn rubs her stomach, thinking of the white line that now runs up the middle of her abdomen. The doctor gave her a cream to apply so that the scar would fade completely. Coriolanus will want it gone as soon as possible.

He had only spoken to her once in the hospital after she held their son and they took him away. He'd placed a hand on her head and let out a deep sigh, "What did he look like?" Soarynn had thought for a moment of what to tell her husband who had been as desperate as she was to meet their son. "He looked like a Snow," Soarynn had replied.

That was all they spoke of in regard to their son. Soarynn knew how this would go. Coriolanus would want to move forward as soon as possible. They'd have the funeral and that would be it. This wasn't the first child that the Snow family had lost.

Soarynn feels herself shrinking into her shell as they walk down the hall. All she wants to do is sleep and forget all of this, not talk to people. Coriolanus places his large hand on the small of her back, "Just for a little while," he says as if knowing her aversion to people right now. Soarynn nods, knowing that she doesn't have a choice.

They're greeted by several mournful faces when they finally enter the living room. Her inlaws are here, of course, the Creeds as well. Clemensia is also here along with the Vickers.

"We apologize for the delay," Coriolanus says, his voice distant and hard, "there was a bit of paperwork that needed to be filled out before Soarynn was discharged." He's met with understanding nods, all eyes watching as he leads the two of them to the loveseat in their living room. Soarynn slowly sits down, remembering the doctor advising her to move slowly for the next few weeks.

Mrs. Snow is the first one to speak up, "I'm so sorry my darling."

Soarynn keeps looking down at her lap until Coriolanus nudges her shoulder and she looks up, unable to hide her look of surprise when realizing that Mrs. Snow was talking to her, not her son. Soarynn puts on a small, forced smile, "Thank you."

Festus clears his throat, "So what did the doctor say it was exactly?"

There's an awkward shift in the room but Coriolanus answers his friend, "A chromosome abnormality." Festus widens his eyes slightly before nodding along with his wife. Persephone is pretty, but she's also quite dull in Soarynn's opinion. She's superficial and vapid which makes her perfect for Festus.

"Perhaps it was for the best then," she says softly, giving Festus a knowing look and he nods. Soarynn furrows her eyebrows, "Excuse me?" her voice is sharp, sharper than it's ever been when addressing people.

Persephone swallows and nervously looks around the room but no one meets her eyes, "I mean, clearly your child would have suffered greatly had the pregnancy been successful. He would have been socially hindered in several aspects."

Soarynn doesn't consider herself an angry person but she's downright furious right now. Persephone Creed has some nerve insinuating that her son would have been a social outcast.

She doesn't have to take this, doesn't need this right now. She just lost her son. Soarynn slowly stands up, ignoring the look Coriolanus shoots her. She first walks over the the Vickers who look as uncomfortable as she is right now. Soarynn has no doubt that they were invited out of sheer politeness, especially since they helped save her life. "Thank you for everything," she says gently.

Mrs. Vickers gives her a small smile and reaches out to gently take her hand, "We are truly sorry for your loss, we'll be praying for you and your family." Soarynn nods, she's going to need all the prayers she can get. She pulls her hand away and turns to face the Creeds, those horrible, horrible people.

She can't be mad at Festus. Well, not as much as she'd like to get mad because he did in a way help save her life as well. She focuses in on Persephone who's looking up at her, wide-eyed. Soarynn doesn't hesitate to hold her head up high as she addresses the woman.

"Fuck. You."

She can hear Mrs. Snow gasp but Soarynn pays her no mind, "I'd brush up in my manners if I was you," Soarynn continues, "because it is highly frowned upon to berate someone's dead child one day after their death."

Soarynn doesn't wait for a response before she turns on her heel and storms out of the living room, down the hall, out the front doors, and into the elevator. She manages to hold it in until she gets into their car, "Take me to my father's house please," she whispers, her throat already closing up. The driver gives her a nod along with a pitying look, "Yes ma'am."

And in the backseat of the car on her way to her childhood home, Soarynn finally allows herself to break down.

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Her father didn't know what to say when she stumbled onto the front doorstep, her familiar baby bump now gone. Coriolanus hadn't told him. Of course, he didn't tell him.

Soarynn had cried in his arms and for once, was offered genuine comfort. Her father knew all about loss, they both did now.

Once she was done crying she went up to her old room and curled up under the safety of her covers. She'd have to come clean to her father, tell him about Coriolanus and his abusive, controlling nature. She had to get out. She had to get out.

She was deep asleep when she heard male voices. Two voices. One belonged to her father, a man who tried his best to protect her. The other belonged to her husband, the man who was supposed to protect her.

She only caught bits and pieces from their conversation.

"...didn't tell me where she was going..."

"...just seeking out comfort Coriolanus..."

"...try again soon..."

"...didn't even call me when it happened..."

"...back in two days..."

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When Soarynn woke up her mouth was dry and her mind was foggy. It was strange to be back in her childhood bedroom, surrounded by all the things that used to bring her comfort. The space was slightly tainted by all the things she and Coriolanus had done in here upon his demand.

A soft knock at the door alerted Soarynn of her father's presence as he slowly opens the door. She can see he's brought tea and for that she's thankful. She probably needs it after all the crying she's been doing as of late. "How're you feeling?" He asks gently, sitting on the edge of her bed Soarynn shrugs, "I don't feel quite like myself anymore." Her father nods, "Well, that's to be expected after what you just went through."

Soarynn bites her inner cheek because she's not talking about the very recent loss of her unborn son. She's talking about every moment she's spent with Coriolanus Snow in her life, controlling her life, dictating her life.

"It's not the miscarriage," she whispers, her voice is hoarse. Her father frowns and places his hand over his, "Then what is it, honey?"

Soarynn can feel it all bubbling to the surface, all these years of mental and sexual angst building up and it all spilled out.

"It's him," she breathes, feeling like a weight has been lifted off her chest, "it's Coriolanus. I...I'm miserable, absolutely miserable with him. I can't go back, I don't want to go back."

Her father shakes his head, "Soarynn he loves you, he...he was so worried about you, he even came to find out where you'd run off to." Soarynn cards her fingers through her hair, "He's a liar. He lies to everyone, manipulates everyone."

Soarynn watches her father's face and she can see him fighting some internal debate on whether or not to believe his daughter.

"He raped me."

She was prepared to take it to the grave but she has to say it once, has to know that she told one person.

It feels good to say out loud, to admit, to acknowledge.

Her father's face morphs from one of concern to one of anger, "He what?" Soarynn stares at her duvet covers as she remembers what Coriolanus did to her all those years ago. She's so far removed from it now, but she knows what he did to her. "I went to his penthouse, and he had these pills and...and he took everything from me," she whispers the last part, tears falling down her face, "and if I go back then he's going to make me have another baby and I can't." Her voice breaks as Soarynn realizes what she'll be subjected to when she returns to the penthouse.

She knows her husband well enough to know what he'll do and say, how he's going to act. She can't do it, she can't. She looks up to find her father still in shock, "I...Soarynn I can't believe you've carried this with you all this time. It's been seven years." Soarynn laughs, it's a crazy, delusional laugh but it feels good to laugh, "Who would've believed me? The quiet, timid girl with no friends? He's a Snow, no one would have believed me."

Even her own father had fallen for Coriolanus and his charms.

"You need to file for divorce," her father says, his voice so steady and determined, "it's domestic abuse, it's...it's unforgivable. We'll go to the courthouse tomorrow and then we can call our lawy-"

"I can't," Soarynn cuts him off, "I can't go through a public divorce. He won't leave me alone, I know he won't. I'm always going to live under his thumb."

Her father swallows, "Then I don't know what to do to help you, and I wish I could Soarynn. But divorce is the only option."

No, it's not, she thinks to herself, but the other option is entirely too selfish.

Soarynn gives him a reassuring smile, comforting him with words she so desperately wishes to hear, "It'll be alright. But promise me that you'll look after Petunia should I consider divorce. I know Coriolanus won't want anything to do with her." Her father sighs but nods, "Of course honey. He actually dropped her off when he came to visit." Soarynn feels a sense of relief wash over her when hearing that.

"Good," she decides, "you two can keep each other company then."

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Soarynn lays in the bathtub of her childhood bathroom, staring up at the ceiling.

It's all been done, been written. She feels horrible for leaving. Leaving Petunia and her father, she knows that they'll be okay. They'll forgive her.

She's written letters to those who deserve them, those who showed her an ounce of kindness over these seven years. It's a terribly selfish thing that she's about to do but for once, she deserves to be selfish.

Soarynn takes one more deep breath before sinking down under the warm water. It's like a warm hug. Then slowly, she pushes all the air out of her body, her lungs slowly emptying.

It's not painful. It's quiet. Like her.

She feels so happy. Something she forgot.

Something she's not

But something she can be.

Something she waits for.

Something she's made for.

She's floating now.

She wonders when her father will find her. What people will say about Coriolanus Snow's wife killing herself in the bathtub? He won't care. He won't grieve her or miss her. He'll remarry, have a perfect family with a perfect wife. But when he looks down at her in her casket, dressed in her favorite dress with her hands perfectly folded, what will he think?

Will he think she looks pretty?

꧁ ꧂

Coriolanus, Since the day I met you, I've yearned for an explanation. Why did you do the things you did to me? Why did you pick me? What did I do to deserve that? I suppose I'll never know the truth, you've never been good at telling it. But I'll leave you with this explanation of why I left. I think it's the easiest thing I've ever done. It's the first thing I've ever done for myself. I chose myself. I don't expect you to mourn me, it won't be genuine. I don't expect you to keep my things, my books, my clothes. My father will take them. Petunia as well, I don't think she's ever liked you. I'm sorry about our son, I truly am. I hope you are too. I'm going to see my son. I'm going to see my mother. I'm going to see your sister. I'm sure we'll all agree that I deserved better. - Soarynn

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To Have & To Hold

"Do you, Coriolanus Snow, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold? To love and cherish in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live? To be a beacon of safety and stability, to care for her and the children you shall gift her?"

Coriolanus feels a smirk tugging on his lips before he answers.

"I do."

It's amusing how easy it is to slip the wedding ring onto his fiance's finger, binding her to him forever. Her hands shake slightly when she slips his ring onto his own finger. She's nervous.

He can't blame her. It's been a whirlwind of a year. For both of them that is. Coriolanus Snow became President of Panem at the age of twenty-six and he needed a wife. Sure he could've married someone he knew, someone he grew up with. But that was such a risk. He needed a girl who knew nothing about him other than what she had been told.

That's how he found Soarynn Nightingale.

He'd been giving a speech at the Academy, the school he graduated from, encouraging the youth of Panem to see themselves as the future of Panem. He'd droned on and on, reading from the cards that had been written for him when his eyes drifted to a blonde head of hair sitting in the front row.

He got a better look at her once his speech was over and he was allowed to mingle with the Professors and students. He shook some hands and took some photos and just as luck would have it Professor Clay was introducing him to one of his star students.

Soarynn had been so quiet. A shy, timid little thing. But she was beautiful, and clearly well educated if she was attending the Academy. Both things that were important to Coriolanus.

He'd gone home and read every little thing he could find about the Nightingales. Her father was Glen Nightingale, a widowed man with one daughter. She would turn eighteen in exactly one year. So his plan began.

It wasn't hard to schedule a meeting with Glen Nightingale and it was even easier to convince him to marry off his daughter to him. After all, Coriolanus was the President of Panem, he'd be doing Glen a humongous favor by marrying his shy little daughter. He kept his distance from Soarynn, didn't visit her, didn't send her gifts, nothing. Her job was to focus on her studies and to stay out of trouble. Stay pure, for him.

He had several tests run on her, bloodwork, the whole nine yards. The results came back and she was perfectly healthy and so very fertile. It was perfect.

Yesterday she turned eighteen and today, she was getting married. He realized how bad it must look in the eyes of the public. She was practically a child bride. But he didn't care, didn't need their opinions of him. He was President of Panem and nothing was in his way.

"You may now kiss the bride."

Soarynn looked entirely too nervous as Coriolanus cupped her face and leaned down but he didn't care as he captured her lips in a kiss, cheers going up in the room. When he pulled away he couldn't help but whisper something in her ear.

"Welcome home Mrs. Snow."

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"President Snow your last meeting of the day was canceled."

Coriolanus looks up at his assistant Eudora Trinket who has her trusty binder in her hand, "Alright. Thank you Eudora, I'll see you tomorrow." Eudora gives him a nod before leaving for the night. Coriolanus does most of his work at home, in the President's Mansion and this meeting being canceled gives him time to have dinner with his wife.

His little wife.

He finds her in the gardens, playing with the kitten he got her in order to make this adjustment a little bit easier for her. He hadn't noticed anything off about the girl until Eudora brought it up. How lonely she must be.

Coriolanus didn't see it that way of course. She was the richest woman in all of Panem. She could buy whatever, eat whatever, and yet she spent most of her time in the Mansion's large library, pouring over the books that sat on the dusty shelves.

So he got her a cat. Petunia, she named it. A white little furball who had quite the attitude but Soarynn adored her so Coriolanus was already the hero in this situation.

He waits for her to notice him but her back is turned to him and she's enamoured by the cat. Coriolanus clears his throat and it's adorable how she scrambles to her feet, her blue-gray eyes wide as she turns and looks up at him. She's barefoot which for some reason irks him. She's the First Lady of Panem, not some common District girl. her closet is full of shoes and yet she refuses to wear them it seems unless she absolutely has to.

"I see you've foregone your shoes," he notes, "imagine my surprise."

Soarynn looks down at her feet before looking back up at him, "I...I didn't know if..."

"Tell me Soarynn, do your shoes not fit you?"

"No sir."

"So then you'll begin wearing your shoes am I correct?"

"Yes sir."

He nods, glad that's settled. They'd been married for a month and yet their conversations have been lacking. Thankfully she knows how to pose for the cameras, smile at everyone, be the perfect Capitol wife. But behind closed doors, she's so skittish.

"It's time for dinner," he says, looking down at his watch, "the cat can't come."

Petunia is currently rubbing herself against Soarynn's leg, purring up a storm. Soarynn is wearing a pink dress, it falls about midthigh and is rather plain. She must've brought this one from home. it's not that he doesn't like her clothes, how youthful they all are. That's why he married her, for her youthfulness. But he hates how childish she can be sometimes, how all rules fly out the window wherever she's concerned.

She needs a set of rules.

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Dinner was quiet as ever. Coriolanus doesn't always have dinner with her, sometimes he's busy with work or has a dinner to attend with some associates. Soarynn hasn't had any complaints about it from what he's heard.

When they get into their bedroom she heads for the bathroom but he stops her, "Come here," he says, stopping in front of the bed. For a while before their marriage, he'd considered giving her a bedroom of her own but that was too generous. She was his wife, not his roommate.

Soarynn slowly walks towards him hands clasped behind her back. Coriolanus smirks when she stops, taking it as an opportunity to circle around her like a predator to prey. Soarynn keeps her eyes trained on the floor, not daring to look him in the eye.

Coriolanus doesn't like that. He slips his finger under her chin, lifting her head up, "How have you been finding this marriage Soarynn?" He asks, watching as she tries to formulate an adequate answer. She swallows, "I've been finding it quite well sir," she whispers.

Another thing he doesn't like, she always whispers.

How many times has he wanted to yell at her to speak up? To look him in the eye?

He never does, can't have rumors going around that President Snow yells at his perfect little wife.

He hums, his other hand grabbing the fabric of her dress, pinching it between his fingers. "I think we need a set of rules." Soarynn's face slightly scrunches in confusion, "Rules?" He nods, letting her go and walking towards the fireplace, "Yes. I think setting out some rules for you would make this marriage much easier on the both of us."

He folds his hands behind his back, thinking about all the things she's done in the past month that have pissed him off in one way or another. It's not entirely her fault, she's learning, he knows that. But there's a certain expectation that falls on your shoulders if you want to be Mrs. Snow.

"First, no getting out of bed before me," he starts, "no man should ever wake up to his wife missing from their bed."

Soarynn has the decency to look slightly guilty. Since the day they got married, she's slipped out of bed before he's woken up and that's saying something considering how early he has to wake up. He nods, what a perfect first rule.

"Secondly, I expect a kiss every morning before I go to work and every evening when I come back from work. It's not easy running a country and it's even harder when your wife refuses to show you the smallest bits of physical affection."

If it hadn't been for all the cameras they've faced he's sure they wouldn't have kissed since they stood at the altar.

A frown graces Soarynn's lips but he's on a roll now.

"And your wardrobe needs some attention," his eyes land on her current attire, "desperately."

Soarynn looks hurt by his words and her bottom lip trembles, "What's wrong with my outfit?" She asks softly, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Well, now Coriolanus feels slightly bad, critiquing every little thing about her. Not everything about her needs fixing, her physical beauty for example is perfect. He's only caught a few glances of her semi-naked form in the mirror and it's been enough to make him wonder about her sweet little virgin cunt.

Because Soarynn is a virgin.

Her father was quick to reassure Coriolanus but he wasn't taking any chances, men lie all the time and he wouldn't put it past Glen Nightingale to put his precious little daughter on some holy and untouched pedestal just so he could pass her off to Coriolanus. So he had her visit his personal doctor who further inspected her and confirmed that her hymen was still intact. A virgin.

They hadn't had sex on their wedding night. Mainly because Soarynn had been trembling and he wasn't able to enjoy himself with her in that fragile state. He heard her crying when she thought he was asleep. In her eyes, the world was ending, all her freedom was gone in the blink of an eye. He wanted to take more of it as he looked her up and down, wanted more tears.

"Well it needs to be on the floor darling," he says matter of factly, not missing the way her eyes widen in surprise. Coriolanus has always been a rather straightforward man so he finds no need to hold back his desires for his wife. He snaps his fingers when she doesn't immediately begin undressing, "On the floor Soarynn, now."

Soarynn swallows and her hands tremble as she slips off her pink dress, letting it pool around her ankles before stepping out of it. She's wearing a light pink bra with panties to match. He had after all bought her an entirely new wardrobe of lingerie. Because he's so thoughtful.

She looks so small standing in front of him, so young and naive, so pure. "Crawl to me." He might as well get her used to what he expects in the bedroom. He should come up with some rules for that too, make sure she knows that his word is law.

Soarynn looks mortified but she doesn't argue as she sinks to her knees, getting on her hands and crawling towards him. Coriolanus takes a seat in the leather armchair behind him. He often sits in it while nursing a glass of whiskey after a long day of work, watching Soarynn play with her cat. And now she's crawling towards him like one.

Once she reaches his feet she pops up on her knees, looking quite unsure of herself and what to do next. "Never touched by a man before," he sighs, cupping her small face with his large hand, smirking when she slightly leans into it. He's sure she's as touch-starved as he is, somewhat lonely. "It's time you learn how to be a good wife," he tells her, going to unzip his pants, his cock already hard. Soarynn's eyes narrow in on his impressive bulge and she gulps, "I've never..." Her voice dies off and he chuckles, "Never what? Never sucked cock before angel?" Soarynn presses her lips into a thin line when he mentions what she's about to do, "Never seen one before," she whispers.

Coriolanus raises his eyebrows, this girl truly is a virgin. Perfect for him to corrupt. He pulls his cock out from his boxers and Soarynn visibly pales at the size, looking up at him, at it. He grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling her further up on her knees, "Don't worry," he says, "you'll learn to worship it by the time I'm through with you."

Soarynn whimpers and he instructs her to open her mouth, pleased when she does so without hesitation. "Now lick the tip angel," he tells her, watching her small tongue lick up and down his tip, doing do good already. Coriolanus groans, "Good girl, now up and down the length, lick all the way up from the bottom." Soarynn furrows her eyebrows but he's quick to yank her head to the bottom of his shaft and she licks his length up and down, up and down until he's ready to truly fuck her throat.

"Now open wide," he says with a sigh, "and watch your teeth or I'll pull every single one out." He doesn't mean that but what she doesn't know won't hurt her. Soarynn slowly takes his cock in her small mouth, squeezing her eyes shut when he begins to slide in, filling her to the brim. Coriolanus lets out a low moan, "Just like that," he mumbles, "now move your head up and down, just like I showed you babydoll."

Soarynn's a fast learner to her credit because she does just as he instructed, stimulating him perfectly albeit she struggles to handle his size. Coriolanus is proudly large in both length and girth, making a blowjob quite difficult if you're the one giving it. But he loves seeing her take it and doesn't hesitate to buck his hips up every once in a while, punching the back of her throat, listening to her gag.

"Right there," he moans, tilting his head back, getting closer and closer to his peak. He throws out all regards for Soarynn's comfort as he begins to fuck her throat, holding her hair so tight that all she can do is take it. "Look at me," he orders, looking down at his pretty little wife who's mouth is full of his cock. Her eyes find him and they're filled with tears. "Perfect," he mutters, "made just for me."

He thinks about finishing just in her mouth but he needs to add an element of humiliation into this, letting her know exactly who she belongs to. "Keep your mouth open," he grits out, pulling his cock from her warm mouth. He cums right then and there, ropes landing both in her mouth and on that pretty little face of hers. Soarynn closes her eyes but stays put, letting him do whatever he pleases with her. Once he finishes he drops her hair and Soarynn sinks down further on her knees, blinking away the tears and sniffling.

"You look so pretty when you take my cock Soarynn," he murmurs, running his fingers through her soft blonde hair. Soarynn shakily nods, "Thank you, sir." Her voice is scratchy, something Coriolanus proudly notes before sitting up straighter, "Now it's time for you to prove yourself worthy of being my wife."

His cock is still hard and ready for her cunt to be wrapped around it. Soarynn glances over her shoulder towards their bed and he tuts, "No babydoll, you'll take me right here."

The look of sheer panic and fear is enough to make him cum again but he holds back, "Get up here and don't make me repeat myself."

Soarynn pushes herself from the floor, her knees shaking as she climbs onto the chair, her knees on either side of his thighs, her cunt hovering over his cock. "I...I'm scared it'll hurt," she admits softly. Coriolanus tilts his head, looking her up and down in her current state, cum on her face along with her tears. "Every time you take me it'll hurt," he says, his fingers slipping under her lace panties, ignoring the way she flinches, "but you'll take it like you should, am I understood?" Soarynn gasps when he rips her panties clean off and discards them onto the floor, "Yes sir."

Soarynn whimpers when he grabs her hips, pulling her down towards his cock, "Shouldn't, shouldn't you prepare me?" She asks, her voice breathless. Coriolanus shakes his head, so fucking ready to feel her tight cunt, "You've been preparing for this your whole life."

He pulls her down and Soarynn cries out, her entire body tensing and her hands flying to grab his shoulders. Coriolanus pays her no mind and keeps pulling her down, feeling how warm and tight her cunt is. "So fucking wet for me," he whispers. And she is wet, even if she isn't attracted to him, her body certainly is. Soarynn whines as he grips her hips tighter, "I can't," she gasps, more tears falling from her eyes.

Coriolanus shakes his head, finally pulling her down, completely bottoming out. "You will. You'll take my cock every fucking time Soarynn. It'll be the only thing you think of once I'm done with you." Soarynn's still crying but Coriolanus begins to move his hips up, his tip pressing against her sweet spot. Soarynn lets out a soft moan, "Oh," she gasps, "oh."

There it is.

He knew it would take only a few thrusts into that sweet cunt of hers to get her addicted. She'll learn to take it like she should, however he wants, whenever he wants. "There you go," he praises, thrusting into her at a rapid, punishing pace now, "finally turning into my little fuckdoll huh?" Soarynn can't even verbally respond anymore, all she can do is make pitiful little noises while she takes it like the cocksleeve she is.

He slaps his hand on her ass, hard enough to leave a bruise, "You'll take every drop of my cum too," he pants, "even when you're swollen with my child you'll still take it like you should." He can picture it now, Soarynn's stomach so much bigger, his heir inside of her, her lying on her back while she takes him over and over again.

Soarynn throws her head back, "Please sir, please it's too much." Coriolanus grabs her throat, squeezing it hard to cut off her airflow, "It can't be too much for a fuckdoll like you," he drawls, pulling her in for a heated kiss. Her lips are so soft against his, so delicate. he bites into her lower lip, drawing blood and tasting it. "You can deny it all you want but you love it," he says against her lips, making sure to drill into her sweet spot, make her dumb with it, "you love being full of my cock Soarynn, love being my good girl."

Coriolanus can feel her cunt beginning to squeeze him like a vice, she's getting closer to her peak and he can't wait to watch her fall apart, his dumb little fuckdoll. Her eyes are rolling to the back of her head, her legs shaking as she takes whatever he gives her. He can't wait to fuck her from behind, from above, in the shower, in his study. He'd fuck her on national television if he could. But she's his and no one will ever get to see her like this.

"Give it to me," he commands, his hand slipping down from her throat to play with her clit. Soarynn lets out a strangled scream the second he touches it, clearly overstimulated already. He'll have to play with her, find what makes her tick, fall apart, cry. "Be my good girl and cum."

It takes one swift pinch to her clit to get her to cum all over him, her walls fluttering around his cock as he continues to thrust into her. He's right behind her, his cock pumping her full of his cum. "Take it," he grunts, fucking it deep into her cunt, "take it like you should." Soarynn collapses against him while he slowly thrusts into her, making sure nothing is wasted. She's panting hard, her entire body trembling and he wonders if he should give her some words of encouragement, maybe wrap his arms around her.

He wants to see her dripping with his cum though.

The aftercare can wait. He grabs her waist and slowly begins to pull her off of his cock, groaning at how tight she grips him. Soarynn moans and her hands grip his shoulders. It's a heavenly sight to see her cunt dripping with his cum, running down her thighs. It's slightly red and there's a bit of blood covering his cock signifying the loss of her virginity. "Well, well, well," he croons, "looks like you fully belong to me now doll."

Soarynn gives him a look of indifference but he knows she's affected by it. She'll be terribly sore tomorrow but he'll take care of her, bathe her, clothe her, help her remember all the rules and then some.

Because she's his. To have and to hold.

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Pretty

“Pretty,” he says as he pulls the bow out from her hair.

He likes the way her soft blonde hair falls back into her face. The ribbon is soft too. He’s only touched the ribbon so far.

Coriolanus sets the bowl of berries down on the mahogany table and Soarynn looks up at him, offering him an awkward smile, “It’s just an old ribbon,” she tells him. Her cheeks are pink.

She’s embarrassed.

He finds that strangely adorable. That’s a good way to describe Soarynn. Strange and adorable. Not in a bad way though. She’s just so quiet. He thought she might never speak.

They had literature class together. A rather boring class in his opinion but it was his last year at the Academy so his spirits didn’t allow a boring class to get them down. And it was right before lunch. Even better. He needed that motivation, something to look forward to.

Then she sat in front of him.

He had a new motivator it seemed.

Coriolanus preferred to sit in the back of his classes. It let him goof off a little more, let his guard down while he joked with Festus Creed and Felix Ravenstill.

Then her vanilla scent wafted over him like an intoxicating cloud.

He’d never been more focused in his life. Never been more dedicated to a class before. Never answered so many questions. Asked so many questions. Hell, he even tried to answer other student's questions.

Anything for her to notice him. To turn around and look him in the eye. But she never did.

After the first day of class she always arrived before he did, sat down before he did. She never looked up at him as he passed by her desk to get to his own seat. Her nose was always buried in some book.

Coriolanus refused to let her slip away. Granted he had the whole school year to get her attention but he was impatient. He wanted her attention now.

But how did you get someone’s attention when they couldn’t even look in your general direction?

He left his books behind.

He left his books behind because the professor has asked for a volunteer to stay behind and help clean up the classroom for a month since they’d be busy with meetings.

It was the first time he’d ever seen her raise her hand voluntarily, draw any attention to herself.

Not that anyone paid her any mind. Being the second to last row allowed you to be damn near invisible and the professor simply nodded in her direction before continuing with class.

But Coriolanus knew this was a golden opportunity and he took it. He waited a good ten minutes before excusing himself from the lunch room.

“Forgot my books!” He’d said to his friends. Because he was just so forgetful. Silly him.

He’d been prepared to play on the Snow charm he was so well known for, to swoon her over and ask her to come over.

He hadn’t expected her to be singing. For her to be good at singing. Lots of people sang. His mother sang but that didn’t mean she was any good at it.

Soarynn was very good at it.

What she wasn’t good at was making conversation.

“I’m just here for my books,” he’d explained, shooting her a smile while making his way to his desk.

Soarynn had stood at the front of the classroom, petrified while watching him.

“Okay,” she had whispered.

Coriolanus finally let himself get a good look at her standing up. She was shorter than him but that was a given. Everyone was shorter than him. She was tan, and she was very, very pretty.

She had blue-gray eyes and platinum blonde hair. She could be a model. If only she could overcome her obvious lack of social skills. How did someone live in the Capitol and not know how to make small talk?

But Coriolanus quickly learned how she went this long without carrying on conversations. He used his father’s high-ranking government job to do a quick bit of research on his pretty classmate and found a good chunk of information.

Maybe it was intrusive of him to do so, but he certainly wasn’t going to get anything out of her anytime soon. He used his resources.

Soarynn Nightingale was the sole daughter of Glen Nightingale. A widowed man. A rich man. A quiet man. Little was to be found about the man’s private life. He never remarried after the death of his wife. Her death happened to fall on the same day as Soarynn’s birthday. How tragic, Coriolanus thought.

Glen invested in District Two before the war and it paid off well after the war. They lived in a beautiful townhouse a block away from the Corso.

They had no hired help, no family friends, and no living relatives.

Introverts to the extreme Coriolanus had decided.

Maybe Glen was alright with that but Coriolanus wasn’t. Soarynn seemed sweet, she deserved to have a social life. Preferably by his side but a social life nonetheless.

So he began his grand plan.

He started asking little questions here and there. Only to her though. Not personal, no, they were strictly education-based.

He knew he had his friends right beside him and that they could easily be of assistance but he didn’t let that stop him from gently tapping her shoulder.

“Could you help me with this question?” He’d asked her, enjoying the way she turned around, wide-eyed.

He knew she’d finished with the assignment twenty minutes ago so she had lots of time to help him out. Soarynn nodded before turning to grab her sheet of paper and handing it to him.

He had frowned.

If he wanted to cheat and get the answers the easy way then he could’ve gone and asked someone like Io Jasper. But he didn’t. He asked Soarynn.

“I don’t want to copy your paper,” he’d said, holding his hands up in surrender, “just your assistance.”

That’s how they’ve ended up here. In his house. In his library.

It was strictly a study date.

Well, a study session. Coriolanus had tacked on the word ‘date’ about twenty minutes ago when she’d arrived to his house. His apartment. His penthouse.

He thought they might get into some small talk, maybe gossip a bit about their classmates or professors. But Soarynn got right to work.

Coriolanus had asked her to be his partner for the project their professor had given them. You know, since she’d been so helpful to him as of late.

Soarynn had blushed and nodded, fumbling to pull a sheet of paper out from her satchel. She wrote something down before slipping it onto his desk.

Soarynn Nightingale. XXX-XXX-XXXX

Her phone number.

“You can call if you have any questions,” she’d mumbled before packing up her things, “my father’s usually at work so don’t worry about him answering.”

Coriolanus wasn’t too worried about a phone call conversation with Glen Nightingale. They’d be having dinner together soon, he was sure of it. Soarynn would introduce him as her boyfriend and Glen would be so impressed that his quiet, timid little daughter managed to snag a Snow.

Their single phone call had been lacking in his opinion. He’d waited an hour after he got home to call her up and schedule a time for them to meet.

“Hello?”

“Soarynn? It’s Coriolanus. I was calling to see if you wanted to come over to work on our project.”

The line had gone silent, so quiet he was worried their call might have disconnected.

“Oh. Um, I don’t know about coming over. I don’t have a car.”

Coriolanus didn’t miss a beat.

“I can have my driver pick you up. Or you could ride home with me after school.”

More quiet.

“Okay. I’ll give you my address to give to your driver.”

“Perfect. How’s your day been so far?”

“I think my father just got home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

It hadn’t been much but Coriolanus knew they could work on the length of their conversations now that she was in his library. Right in front of him.

She was so pretty.

She had a lot of freckles. They made her eyes pop even more. And the way she nibbled on her pencil eraser drove him mad. He wanted to taste her lips, her soft, pink lips.

“It’s still a nice ribbon,” he insists, taking his seat next to her again.

Her eyes had gone so wide when he chose to sit next to her rather than across from her. Maybe it was a bit too forward but he didn’t care. All he wanted was to be near her, to have nothing separating the two of them. Separating him and the scent of vanilla.

Soarynn eyes the bowl of berries he’d brought. It was a wide variety in the bowl. Strawberries, blueberries, raspberries. “Help yourself,” he says, nodding towards the bowl.

He’s brought it as some sort of peace offering. To show he meant no harm. And after twenty suffocating minutes of silence, he has gone to the kitchen to clear his mind, change up his game plan to win her over.

His father had only spared the two of them a glance when they walked past his study. He was all too familiar with his son bringing home different girls after school. But Soarynn was different.

He’d just have to wait and see.

Soarynn reaches into the bowl, picks out a single strawberry, and wraps her lips around it. She closes her eyes while doing it and Coriolanus can’t help but wonder what those lips look like wrapped around other things.

She’s a virgin. She has to be a virgin.

“So what are your hobbies?” He asks, hoping to learn more about the pretty girl next to him. Well, learn from her, not from some file about her family lineage. That had only got him so far.

Soarynn swallows and her eyes pop open, curious and hesitant at the same time. Not that he can blame her. It’s a bit strange for a popular boy like him to take an interest in a quiet girl like her. She’ll get used to it though.

“Um, I don’t really have any hobbies,” she whispers, brushing her blonde hair behind her ears.

She does that a lot he noticed. She does it whenever she gets nervous. Usually, it’s when the professor calls roll and she has to raise her hand. It’s the only time she ever speaks in that class.

Her soft, “Here.” It’s become the highlight of his day.

He chuckles softly, taking a few blueberries and popping them into his own mouth, “Well I heard you singing a while ago. Do you like to sing, or take lessons?”

Soarynn shrugs, “My father offered for me to take lessons but I was too nervous. I just sing to myself. And my cat sometimes.”

Coriolanus perks up at the mention of her cat.

Pets aren’t mentioned on the Capitol’s registry for all of its citizens. Now he knows that three creatures reside in the Nightingale’s townhouse.

“You have a cat?”

“Mhm. Her name is Petunia. She’s very sweet.”

Just like you, he thinks. “Maybe I could meet her one day,” he says, stretching out on his chair. Soarynn hums, “Maybe.”

That wasn’t a no. She didn’t deliberately and directly say no which means she practically said yes.

They work on their project for a little longer before all of his patience is about to dry up. Most girls would have jumped him by now, begged him to take them to his room, and fuck them into the mattress.

But not Soarynn.

She seems content in his library, her eyes scanning the pages of the books she brought, jotting down notes every now and then. Every once in a while she glances up at him. She can feel him looking at her.

She’s so pretty.

Coriolanus clears his throat, fruit, and school work long forgotten, “Why don’t we take a break?”

He’s not asking. Hopefully, she understands that.

Soarynn looks down at her wristwatch, “I guess we could take a little break,” she mumbles, closing her books.

Coriolanus stands up, offering his hand and smiling when she cautiously takes it. Her hand is so dainty, so soft and small. It fits perfectly in his.

He leads her out of the library, down the hall, and towards his bedroom. Soarynn is quiet as a mouse as he parades her through his penthouse. No one besides his father is home and he was on a business call when they passed by his study just now.

His mother is out for lunch with her friends. And the help doesn’t come until tomorrow. It’s perfect really.

“This is my room,” he states proudly, pushing the doors open to his bedroom. He drops Soarynn’s hand as he walks in, admiring his sanctuary.

He looks over his shoulder to see Soarynn taking slow steps into the room, her hands behind her back while she looks around. She’s curious. Good. He's curious about her too.

His room holds little to no personal details. It's almost militaristic the way he keeps his space. But it's clean, and as a boy, that counts for something. His mother is always trying to get him to add little touches, but Coriolanus insisted that the few framed photos that sat on his desk were more than enough.

That's where Soarynn goes first, to his desk. It's another large piece of mahogany furniture where most of his schoolwork gets done. There are several drawers and a desk lamp. Along with the lamp is an official portrait of the Snow family. There's also a photo of him, Festus, Clemensia, Felix, Pup, and Arachne from when they were little. Before the war.

"Do you know any of them?" He asks, taking strides towards her. Obviously, she must know who his friends are, they've all grown up together here in the Capitol. Soarynn might be strange, but she's not odd like Sejanus Plinth, a dirty District boy.

Soarynn nods, her fingers lightly tracing the edge of his desk, "They talk a lot." Coriolanus doesn't stop the laugh from leaving his lips when he stops at the other end of his desk, his fingers absentmindedly drumming against the wooden surface.

"Well, I'm sure anyone talks a lot compared to you. You're so quiet, like a little mouse."

Soarynn scrunches up her face in disagreement, probably the first true emotion she's shown him, "I'm not a mouse."

But he's got her trapped like one.

He tilts his head, looking her up and down, admiring her outfit. She's wearing a red sweater with a black shirt that falls right around midthigh. Her socks are white and frilly, and her shiny black shoes have a small heel to them. Soarynn might be strange but the girl can dress.

Coriolanus thought he might wait till the second or third date but he really can't help himself. Not when she's dressed like this, acting like this, looking like this.

He could eat her right up.

He takes two steps towards her, long steps thanks to his long legs, effectively closing the distance between them. The way she stiffens up confirms his suspicions that she might be a virgin. Probably hasn't even had her first kiss yet. Lucky him.

"If you aren't a mouse then you're a little vixen," he purrs, his hand reaching up to pinch her chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing her to look up at him. Soarynn's eyes are wide in fear and nerves. That's okay though, he'll teach her not to be so nervous around him.

He prefers the fear to linger.

"I don't...I don't know what you want with me," she whispers, her voice trembling. His poor little mouse, so scared by the big, bad cat.

She's significantly shorter than him, short enough to where he has to lean down to whisper in her ear, "I just want to take care of you, pretty girl."

Soarynn looks like she doesn't believe a word he says, but she doesn't have to right now. She just needs to listen.

"Go sit on the bed," he orders, releasing her chin. It's cute how she does what he says without asking any questions. Coriolanus hates girls like that, always questioning his authority. He much prefers to shove their faces into the mattresses after demeaning him like that. But he won't do that with Soarynn. He wants to see his pretty girl's pretty face.

He locks the doors, just in case.

He takes his time walking over to his bed. She's sitting on the edge, hands in her lap, fidgeting. he'll teach her how to stop that too. "Have you ever kissed someone before?" He asks, stopping right in front of her. It's better if she thinks she has a choice like this is her idea. That way if something goes to shit, she only has herself to blame.

Soarynn shakes her head, "No."

Coriolanus nods, doing his best not to look too smug. It's not every day you come across her type in the Capitol. Pure. Innocent. Ripe for the taking. Thank goodness he found her before some sleaze did and tried to get into her pants. "Would you like me to kiss you? Be your first kiss?"

Soarynn's breath hitches in her throat before she swallows, she looks down at her hands before looking back up at him. She nods.

Coriolanus doesn't need much more convincing. He quickly sits down on the bed next to her, wrapping one hand around her small frame while cupping her face with the other. The smell of vanilla overpowers him as he leans in, capturing her lips with his.

It's cute how still she is, how timid and shy she is even while kissing him. Coriolanus doesn't let that stop him though. He moves his lips against hers, smiling when he begins to follow his lead. She's so smart, his pretty girl, so good at following.

It's when he deepens the kiss that her hands finally leave her lap, coming to rest on his chest for support. He uses that as an opportunity to lean further into her, holding her up as he snakes his entire arm around her waist. He bites her bottom lip and she gasps, allowing him to slip his tongue into her mouth and explore it. There's so much of her that he has yet to explore.

They stay like that for a moment or two, learning each other. Coriolanus finds it hard not to rip into her like a gift, finding out exactly what makes her tick, what she tastes like, what she sounds like.

His hand leaves her face and slides down to her thigh, squeezing it before slipping his hand down further. Soarynn whimpers into the kiss when his fingers grab the hem of her skirt.

Has she really done none of this before?

Coriolanus doesn't dwindle with questions as his hand fully slips under her skirt, feeling the fabric of her lace panties. He almost lets out a sigh of relief. At least she's not a total prude. Those girls are never fun. And he's willing to bet she's wearing a bra to match.

He presses her further up against his body while his hand explores under her skirt, slipping his fingers under the waistband of her panties, teasing her. The gasps she lets out, the sounds she makes nearly drive him mad.

He's going to get her to make all sorts of sounds for him. Sweet sounds from his pretty girl.

Coriolanus pulls away, taking a good look at her flustered face as she looks up at him, slightly out of breath and still so nervous. He can tell by the way she's shaking in his hold, how her thighs keep trying to press together. "Have you ever been touched before?" He asks, his voice low and laced with lust.

Soarynn shakes her head, letting out a shaky breath, "I... I've touched myself before," she whispers, color flooding her cheeks, "but it didn't feel good." He grins, his poor little angel hasn't felt a bit of pleasure her entire life. Luckily he found her when he did. She's going to have a hard time remembering what it feels like to not have his cock stuffed up in her perfect cunt.

His fingers graze her clit and she shudders, letting out a whine as she twitches in his hold. He watches her face carefully for any reaction as he slowly drags his fingers up and down her covered cunt, smirking at how flustered she’s getting. She tries to hide, to bury her face in his chest where he can’t see her but he’s having none of that.

A pretty girl like her needs to be seen.

“Let me see your face pretty girl,” he purrs, increasing the friction of his fingers against her clit. Soarynn gasps as she pulls her head back, her hips beginning to involuntarily rut against his hand, "I don’t…Coriolanus I don’t…” He’s quick to silence any apprehensions with another heated kiss, swallowing up her doubts. He can feel how wet she’s getting, and all for him. Coriolanus is beginning to wonder if she tastes as good as she looks.

“Won’t you let me taste you?” He asks against her lips, pulling his fingers away. Soarynn makes a sound of frustration when she loses that small amount of physical contact. It’s cute he thinks, how riled up she gets from him touching her over the thin fabric of her lace panties. Wait until she sees what else he’s going to do with her.

“I still don’t know what you want with me,” she whispers, pulling away.

Now it’s Coriolanus who’s making sounds of frustration from loss of physical contact. Why does she have to keep questioning his intentions as if they aren’t of the purest standard? Because they’re not, but that doesn’t matter, not in the grand scheme of things.

“I want to take care of you Soarynn. Be your friend. Aren’t you tired of not having any friends?”

He’s being a bit mean right now, mentioning how she has no friends. But Coriolanus needs to break her down so he can build her back up. It’s better this way. She’ll see.

Soarynn bites her lip, thinking. Deciding, debating, she’s taking a longer time than he’d like but he doesn’t rush her. Again, it’s better if she thinks this is her idea.

“I don’t think you want to be just friends with me Coriolanus.”

A guilty smile makes its way onto his face. He thought his pretty girl was too kind to say something like that, but it turns out she’s feisty when she wants to be. “I don’t,” he admits, “I really like you Soarynn. So won’t you let me make you feel good?”

She doesn’t debate much longer which is good for him because he’s about two seconds away from pinning her to the bed and taking what’s rightfully his.

“Okay,” she says, “but, be gentle, please. I’ve never done any of this stuff before.”

Coriolanus is delighted to hear those words fall from her pretty lips. So delighted that he gives her another kiss before having her lie completely down on his bed, her feet dangling off the edge.

“Let’s take all this off hmm?” He asks, making quick work of her skirt. Her sweater is next to go which confirms that she is wearing a matching lacy bra. He knows she didn’t do it on purpose, to tease him. But everything Soarynn does feels like it’s teasing him.

Testing him.

This is an exam he’d gladly fail he decided as he peels her panties off her cunt and down her legs, throwing them into some dark corner of the room.

He won’t fuck her. Not today at least. He has manners.

Once he’s settled between her soft legs he’s finally given a chance to appreciate this cunt of hers. It’s everything he expected and more. Pink, small, and it’s pulsing with excitement. He glances up to see Soarynn breathing heavily, her eyes trained on the ceiling. Maybe he should hold her hand. Walk her through all of this.

He groans when he sees how wet she is. Virgins always are. She’s so sticky, just begging for his cock and anything else he wants to put in her. “Hold my hand pretty girl,” he orders, taking her small hand in his. He knows she’s nervous, scared. But that’s alright. She’s pretty when she’s scared. Her cunt is pretty too.

Coriolanus leans down and licks a long strip up her cunt and the moan Soarynn lets out is a sweet, sweet melody. He wants to hear it again.

Coriolanus eats at her like he’s starving. She tastes so fucking good. He used his other hand to hold her open, letting him lick every inch of her cunt, hiding nothing from him. Soarynn’s moans increase the closer he gets to her clit until she’s grinding into his mouth. Her hand is squeezing his so tight he thinks she might break it.

Once he wraps his lips around her clit she’s done for. The once quiet little mouse he once knew is now loudly moaning, desperate for more pleasure, drink off of it. “Oh please,” she gasps, “please, please, please Coriolanus.”

He thinks about slipping in a finger for a moment, to really give her something to remember. But he decides against it, for now, he’ll have lots of time to bury his fingers inside of her needy cunt.

“Give it to me Soarynn,” he says, his lips moving against her needy cunt. She tastes so sweet already, so needy and desperate.

He lets go of her hand to wrap it around her waist, keeping her down since his pretty girl keeps trying to buck her hips, becoming too overwhelmed with the pleasure. Soarynn lets out a whine and he knows she’s so close.

It’s been a while since he’s had something as pure as Soarynn, so innocent and new to all these feelings. He abuses that of course. One bite to her clit has her letting out the loudest moan so far as she cums. He props himself up to watch her pretty little face all twisted in pleasure. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is hanging open in a silent scream, her once perfectly groomed hair is now all over her face.

She looks so pretty like this.

Coriolanus allows her a moment to gather her bearings. It can’t be easy, to deal with him like that. The poor girl's legs are shaking. Her breaths are ragged. He likes her best like this he thinks, completely at his mercy.

He takes one last look at her delicious cunt before grabbing her waist, pulling her up and into his chest, into his safe hold. Soarynn melts into him, resting her head on his shoulder. She fits so well with him like they’re made for each other.

Him and his pretty girl.

“You did so well,” he mumbles, placing a kiss on the top of her head. It’s best to start praising her early on in their relationship, that way she’ll crave it, his validation.

He can feel her body relaxing, resting. Now’s the perfect time.

“I’d like to meet your father,” he says, running his fingers through her soft hair. It’s a strange position they’re in. Here he is, fully clothed while Soarynn is naked, her cunt leaking onto the sheets. In a way, it’s the perfect representation of what their relationship will look like.

Soarynn lifts her head for only a moment, trying to register what he just said, “Hmm? But we aren’t…”

“Aren’t what? Together? Of course we are pretty girl,” he assures her, “I wouldn’t do this with you if we weren’t together.”

Her face is slightly scrunched in confusion but he pays it no mind. She’ll learn to listen to him, agree with him, not fight with him. She’ll learn quickly.

His pretty girl.

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[slaymitchabernathy]

The Perfect Rose

Coriolanus Snow who first took interest in her during both their last year at the Academy. Took notice of how sweet she was, how much smaller she were compared to him, how easily he could mold her into his perfect rose.

Coriolanus Snow who proudly showed her around his penthouse after their first date. His large penthouse that sat on the Capitol’s most prominent street along with the Capitol’s most prominent families. The Corso. His penthouse was gorgeous, dripping in wealth. Some might say he was bragging but she knew better, Coriolanus Snow was a proud man and she needed to get used to that.

Coriolanus Snow who was so sweet in stealing her first kiss. He was so gentle when he cupped her small face in his large hands, resisting the urge to slip his thumbs into her mouth and pry it open like a box. He took his time, making it memorable. It would have to be if he wanted to keep her in his pocket. His perfect rose.

Coriolanus Snow who was the perfect gentleman when it came down to taking her virginity. Who couldn't help but grin when he saw the small blood stain on the white sheets of his bed, solidifying the perfect image of his perfect rose. Who took things nice and slow, until he didn't. Then he allowed himself to be a little rougher, a little meaner. After all, he was her everything.

Coriolanus Snow who would finger her under the table while having dinner with her family. Who would enjoy the way she grinded into the heel of his palm all while trying to act as if nothing was amiss. He'd wait until after dinner when they'd go to her room to pin her to her mattress all while whispering in her ear, "Little slut just can't get enough of me huh?" She'd whimper all while trying to please her boyfriend who in the end would tell her that only he was allowed to touch her now. If she wanted to feel pleasure, it would have to come from him.

Coriolanus Snow who loved dressing her up like a doll. Picking out all her clothes, and what went under her clothes as well. He liked having control, having a say in what she wore, who she talked to, where she went. He'd prefer to keep her with him at all times, preferably snagged on his cock, but he could wait. The perfect rose took a great amount of time to grow.

Coriolanus Snow who would yell when he was angry. Who would throw some priceless vase at the wall, so close to hitting her pretty little head. His pale blue eyes would be wide in fury as he looked down at her trembling figure. Once he was done throwing his fit he'd leave her to clean up the broken pieces, both of the vase and her soul. She never complained though. His perfect rose.

Coriolanus Snow who proposed right before deciding to run for President. The ring was gorgeous and the band fit snugly around her finger, leaving no room for it to ever slip off. He wouldn't like that, seeing her without her wedding ring. To him, it was the equivalent of seeing a dog without its collar.

Coriolanus Snow who didn't make love to her on their wedding night. He fucked her hard and fast, making sure to hit deep inside of her. He enjoyed the way she cried out from both pleasure and pain. He'd always had a rather hard time being able to tell the difference between the two. He'd taunt her and her dumbed-down state, knowing he had that effect on her once he was balls deep inside that perfect little cunt of hers. "Look at you, can't even talk can you babydoll? Can't even think while you're stuck on my cock hmm?" She'd try to respond, he didn't like it when she didn't answer him, but all that left her mouth were whines as she reached another orgasm. He only pulled out once he was finished and proud of his work. All the hard work he'd put into her to get to this point in their lives. There was a small amount of blood mixed in with the cum leaking from between her legs which meant he'd fucked her a little too hard, a little too deep. The blood was red he thought to himself, just like a rose.

His perfect rose.

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Mr. President

President Coriolanus Snow who has worked so hard to get where he is right now.

He’s the poster child for Capitol success.

Orphaned during the war, stellar student at the Academy despite his dwindling financial situation, winner of the Plinth Prize, and top of his class.

Snow lands on top.

So when he becomes President of Panem, he’s not surprised in the slightest.

He’s ruthless during the election, doing whatever needs to be done to eliminate his opponents. It pays off in the end, he’s sworn in and all the power in the world rests in his hands.

Then he has to get married.

His advisors had suggested he do so before becoming President but he didn’t have time, didn’t want to think about letting someone get that close to him, see the good, the bad, and the ugly.

Which is why when he does get married, it’s strictly business.

Until it’s not.

Soarynn Nightingale was an obvious choice. She was classy, smart, kind, and above all she was beautiful.

He really just needed her to get everyone else off his back. They’d have some children, smile for the cameras and that would be that. And in the beginning, it was just as he had planned.

In public, they were head over heels for each other. It’s not like he hated Soarynn. She was fine, always respected his decisions, and most importantly, she played the part. She was Coriolanus Snow’s doting wife who selflessly devoted herself to her husband and her country. She attended every event she was invited to, she spoke highly of him whenever she was interviewed and she always knew how to turn it on for the cameras.

She was a perfect match.

It wasn’t hard for him to look charmed by her presence. Soarynn was enchanting in her own way, but he couldn’t afford to get too close. So he kept her at arm's length. They slept in the same bed together, had breakfast together and then they went their separate ways. It was easier this way.

He doesn’t notice how pretty she looks when she’s still asleep. He always wakes up before her and he definitely doesn’t glance in her direction, watching as she breathes in and out, her chest rising up and down. And he certainly doesn’t get a tight feeling in his pants whenever she wears those godforsaken nightgowns to bed. No, he doesn’t do any of that.

He’s the President of Panem, not some head-over-heels schoolboy.

He never wishes for more than a complimentary kiss whenever he leaves for work. Why would he want to be kissed by her when he’s so busy? He has an entire country to run, he can’t be bothered with frivolous nonsense.

And he definitely doesn’t think about bending her over at the breakfast table and sinking deep into her cunt. No, he never does that.

Neither of them feels the need to talk about it. How on their wedding night they just went to bed, never consummated the marriage. Her father promised she’d never been touched, that she was a virgin. As if Coriolanus gave a fuck. He needed a wife, not a whore. He didn’t care what she was like beyond her charming personality and her kind demeanor.

So he paid her no mind when she’d give him a soft smile, or touch his arm for just a moment when asking him a question. He never watched her get undressed when they were both getting ready for bed.

He’s sure she’s been expecting it, for him to take her under him and claim what’s rightfully his. But once again, Coriolanus Snow is a very busy man.

Until he’s not.

Until he’s had about enough of these teasing antics. He can’t keep his eyes off of her tonight and she’s doing nothing out of the ordinary. She’s sitting on the carpet, playing with Petunia before they retire for the evening. For Soarynn’s birthday, Coriolanus has bought her a sweet little kitten, figuring she’d appreciate the company since he’s gone for the majority of the day.

So every night before bed she plays with the cat, giggling whenever Petunia does something cute. He can’t help but notice how the strap of her nightgown falls off her shoulder, slightly exposing herself to him. Not that she cares or notices, not when he’s all the way over here sitting on the edge of the bed, carefully taking off his cuff links as he does every night.

They’ve established a routine of sorts for bedtime and he knows the next step will be rising from the bed and walking into the closet where Soarynn will follow suit and brush her teeth in the bathroom.

He stays on the bed.

He stays on the bed because as the President of Panem, you’d think he’d be getting a little more action. Sure he could fuck his secretary or some random girl off the street, but why would he when he has his beautiful, willing wife right in front of him?

It would be a waste of a perfectly good marriage.

“Darling,” he says, watching her pick up the cat. Soarynn looks up at him, her eyes slightly widened, “Yes?” She asks, such innocence in her tone. He knows she’s not doing it on purpose, not trying to tease him or rile him up. Soarynn would never do that. Since day one she’s been his good little wife, not some vixen from his wildest dreams. But it seems she’s become just that without even trying.

“Come here.” The look of surprise on her face is quickly smoothed over with a small smile as she slowly pushes herself from the floor, ignoring Petunia’s meow of protest. Soarynn stops right in front of him, her hands clasped behind her back like the good girl she is.

Since marrying her Coriolanus instated a small set of rules. Always use your manners, never stray from my side at public events, and never dress too provocatively. Simple things like that. He wasn't outrageous with his rules, he was a reasonable man. For the most part.

He spreads his legs and holds out his hands and Soarynn gives him a questioning look before hesitantly placing her hands in his. Rarely do they ever show each other affection, even in public. The first time he'd ever kissed her, ever held her hand was the day they got married.

His fingers wrap around him and he tugs her forward, right between his thighs as he looks up at her. When Soarynn isn't wearing makeup you can see all the freckles dotting her face and goodness knows she has a lot. She looks pretty right now. Adorable would be a better term for it since she looks so confused, like a lost puppy.

"I've been thinking," he starts, his right hand dropping her left hand so he can grab her bare thigh, "we never did anything on our wedding night." Soarynn swallows nervously, "Well you said you weren't interested in me, and the-"

"I know what I said Soarynn," he cuts her off. He doesn't need sass. He needs to know how tight that cunt is when it's wrapped around his cock. "I'd like to change the dynamic of our relationship tonight," he continues, his hand sliding up further and further until it's under her nightgown. He doesn't miss how her breath hitches but he pays it no mind. "We need to start a family after all," he says, slightly teasing her.

He's hoping to ease some tension and it works because her shoulders slightly relax and she nods, "Okay," she whispers, "whatever you want."

That's what he likes about Soarynn. She listens.

His hand palms her ass and he tugs her onto his lap, his lips crashing into hers. She lets out a squeak before giving in to the kiss, resting her hands on his shoulders as their lips move against one another. Coriolanus lets out a satisfied groan because when was the last time he kissed her like this? Has he ever kissed her like this? As far as he can remember it's been pecks and nothing more. Not even a longing glance.

Until now.

His hand remains on her ass, squeezing the flesh while the other grabs her waist, pulling her further against him. She lets out a small moan when he bites her bottom lip and it does nothing to help the growing bulge in his pants.

"Have you ever been with another man before?" He asks between kisses. Because he wants to hear it from her, not her father who was so eager to give his daughter away in order to secure his spot in society.

Soarynn whimpers when he squeezes her waist, "No," she whispers, "I was saving myself for my husband." He grins at her answer and basks in the fact that he will be the one to take her virginity.

She already belongs to him so this is really the cherry on top.

Their kisses grow more and more desperate and his other hand is slipping under her nightgown and grabbing her breast. Soarynn gasps when he pinches her nipple, her back involuntarily arching from the pleasure. "Please," she says, her hands carding through his hair.

He tugs at her bottom lip with his teeth, "Please what?" Soarynn rolls her hips to try and gain some friction, "Please make me yours Coriolanus."

It's like she knows how to rile him up. He grabs her hips and stands up, chuckling when she wraps her legs around his waist, her hands around his neck. He only needs to be on his feet for a moment before he turns around and tosses her onto the bed.

Soarynn squeals and bounces on the duvet cover, looking like a little vixen when she stares up at him. Coriolanus smirks and begins unbuttoning his shirt, enjoying how she watches his every move and how she bites her lip when he bares his chest to her.

Coriolanus might be a busy man but he's never too busy to work out. He runs a tight ship with his body and his chiseled figure is proof of that. He supposes she's caught a glance of him shirtless now and then, but she's never acted on it. Always waiting for him to initiate anything with her.

His good girl.

"Like what you see?" He quips, tilting his head to the side. Soarynn nods and her pinks turn a light shade of pink, "Yes, very much so." He looks her up and down, her soft legs crossed over one another, her chest rapidly rising and falling. "Take it off." It takes her a moment to realize he's talking about her nightgown, but she complies with shaky hands. He has to hold back a groan when he finally sees her naked. Well, almost naked. She's wearing a pair of lace panties, baby blue. Those will soon join her nightgown.

Coriolanus takes off his pants next, enjoying how big Soarynn's eyes get when she sees the imprint of his cock straining against his boxers. He beckons her to the edge of the bed with two fingers and he only grows harder when she crawls towards him on her hands and knees, stopping at the edge of the bed. "It's high time I teach you how to please your husband," he tells her, cupping her jaw in his hand.

Soarynn bats her eyelashes up at him, "Yes sir."

He doesn't hold back this groan, in fact, he squeezes her small little face, squeezes it to the point where she whimpers from the pain before he lets go and pulls down his boxers. "I'll be nice this time," he says, grabbing his cock, "but next time you'll be on your knees." Soarynn swallows as she takes a good look at his cock, the tip red and the length long, she licks her lips before looking back up at him, her hands in her lap, waiting for him.

He presses his thumb against her lips until she parts them and lets him slip his finger in. She wraps her lips around it, licking it, sucking it all while maintaining eye contact with him. His little vixen.

He pulls his thumb out, hooking it on her bottom lip and prying her mouth open enough to take the girth of his cock. Slowly but surely he pushes his cock into her mouth, watching as she furrows her brow and tries to take it all. She lets out a gag when he hits the back of her throat, unable to take anymore. She's taken a majority of it and her mouth feels heavenly.

He can only imagine what her cunt feels like.

Coriolanus grabs a fistful of her hair and begins to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, listening to all the sweet sounds Soarynn makes. She whimpers a few times while trying to keep up, to please him. Her tongue grazes the underside of his shaft and he swears, gripping her hair even tighter as he increases the pace. She looks perfect like this, taking his cock. Tears begin to form in her eyes when he really starts to abuse her throat, his hips rutting into her.

There's some drool hanging down from her chin but no matter how messy she appears she never breaks eye contact with him. Coriolanus smirks, "Look at you, already doing your job so well." Her fingers grip the sheets and he takes a second to admire her body. Her breasts are perfect, they're perky and tan like the rest of her. Her waist is small and her hips slightly widen out, giving her a nice figure even as she's sitting down.

Coriolanus can feel himself getting closer and closer and he grits his teeth, "Let's see how well you can do angel."

It takes him a few more thrusts before he's spilling down her throat, his cock fully pressed into her tiny mouth. Soarynn lets out a gag but he doesn't move and she takes it, her eyes squeeze shut as she swallows his cum. Only when he's fully finished does he pull out, letting her finally breathe. Soarynn coughs, more spit coming out of her mouth and she wipes it off with the back of her hand before looking back up at him, "Was...was that good?" She asks with a bit of a raspy voice.

Coriolanus nods, "It was. Now lie down on your back." Soarynn looks more nervous than she has the entire night as she listens to his order and lies down. He hopes she's smart enough to know he's fucking her right away, a tight cunt like hers doesn't need to be fingered.

He wants to be the first thing ever inside of her.

It's easy to slide her panties off, Soarynn even lifts her hips up momentarily to help. Coriolanus pressed a kiss to her hip before he pries her legs apart, finally seeing that perfect little cunt of hers.

It's pink, it's small and it's so fucking wet.

"You were made for me weren't you?" He mumbles, blowing onto her clit and watching her twitch. "Yes," she breathes, "I belong to you."

She sure knows how to stroke his ego.

Coriolanus fully crawls over her small body, his frame dwarfing her in size. He begins to think of all the things he can do to her, all the positions he can put her in, what he can make her take.

He grabs his cock, still hard and ready, and rubs the tip up against her cunt, listening to Soarynn's moans. She tries to grind her hips up but he shoots her a stern look and she stops. Good, she needs to know how to listen and take it.

"My little fuckdoll," he drawls as he finally begins to push his cock in. She's so fucking tight it's nearly impossible for him to fit but he makes it work. Soarynn lets out a painful whine but he pays her no mind and continues pushing in.

He can't take his eyes off of it, off of her cunt and how it's wrapping around him. Like it was made for him.

Soarynn cries out when he finally thrusts all the way in, taking her virginity in one fluid motion. He looks down at her face to see it screwed with discomfort and possibly fear. "Look at you," he coos, his hand caressing her face, "my little dove is taking me so well." Soarynn gasps when he pushes his hips forward and a single tear falls from her face, "It hurts," she whispers, "I don't...I don't know if I can take it Coriolanus." His hand is wrapped around her throat in an instant and he squeezes it so hard he knows there'll be bruises in the morning, "You will take whatever I give you," he tells her, "morning, noon, and night, you live to serve me, please me. I don't give a fuck what you can't take darling, this is my cunt, not yours, mine."

Now she looks scared. She almost looks betrayed, wondering where her polite husband went but he doesn't care. Coriolanus looks back down at their connected bodies and slowly pulls out, feeling how tight her walls wrap around him before he slams back in. Soarynn claws at his arm but he pays her no mind and begins fucking into her.

Soarynn lets out a strangled moan when the tip of his cock presses against her sweet spot, again and again, abusing it. She feels so fucking good, so warm and tight. He looks down at her stomach and can see a small bulge forming every time he fucks into her, "Look at my little fuckdoll, look at how deep I'm fucking you." He pulls her up to look at her stomach and Soarynn whines, already in a dazed state. He drops her throat and lets her fall back onto the mattress, his hands grabbing her hips. He'll leave behind fingerprints but he doesn't care. He fucks her so hard, so deep. He's going to mold her cunt to fit his cock and his cock only.

"Fuck," she moans, her eyes rolling back when he lands a hard thrust. Coriolanus watches her face as he fucks her, how her tongue sticks out, how her eyes roll back, how fucking dumb with it she is already. "This is where you belong," he tells her, squeezing her hips, "stuck on my cock, bleeding on my cock. You belong to me Soarynn, you're my dumb little fuckdoll and you love it don't you?" Soarynn can barely breathe let alone answer but he doesn't care, he reaches down and pinches her clit hard pulling a scream from her lips, "YES! Yes, I belong to you Coriolanus," she sobs, trying to twist away from his grip.

But he's relentless and pounds into her, listening to the sounds she makes. The moans, the cries, the wetness between her thighs, the squelches. She's perfect for him. "You take it so well," he praises, digging his thumbs into her skin, "like you were made for cock." Soarynn gasps and pulls on the sheets, "Your cock," she moans.

Coriolanus grins, happy that his little fuckdoll is already learning this early on. "That's right angel, now who's cunt is this?" Soarynn whines when he presses his thumbs in harder, "Yours, " she says, "it's yours, belongs to you, I belong to you."

That's his girl.

He leans down and hovers right over her face, "Open your mouth," he orders, watching her struggle to comprehend such a simple order. "Open your mouth before I shove my cock down it and keep it there," he sneers, watching her mouth fall open. He spits into it, pleased when she immediately swallows without him telling her to do so. "Good girl," he praises. Her cunt tightens at the words and he raises his eyebrows, "Little slut gets off on praise? You like it when I call you my good girl? When I tell you how good you're taking it, how tight your little cunt is for me?"

Tears are freely falling down her face. Her face already dirty with spit, cum, and old tears. "Yes," she croaks, arching her back when his hand goes back down to her clit. "Then you'll keep being my good girl hmm? My little fuckdoll will get whatever she wants as long as she behaves." Soarynn whimpers and looks into his piercing blue eyes, "I'll do whatever you want," she promises, "you can do whatever you want with me."

How did he get so lucky?

He kisses her, tasting his own cum mixed with her saliva. They both moan into the kiss and her hands grab his biceps, her nails digging into the skin and he knows she's getting close. "Please," she whines, "please, please, please." He laughs because she doesn't even know what she's asking for, his sweet little fuckdoll. "Already asking for permission hmm?" He teases, speeding up his thrusts and making them hard. Soarynn nods and her teeth graze his bottom lip, "Yes sir." He'll be nice this time, let her cum right away.

She doesn't know she won't always get to cum, that it won't always be about her and what she wants. Sometimes he'll fuck her quick and leave her cunt filled with his cum, dripping for more. And sometimes he'll fuck her till she cries, till she can't take anymore. But she will. She belongs to him, mind, body, and soul.

"Cum on my cock Soarynn, show me what you're good for," he grunts, wanting to feel how tight she can really get.

Soarynn almost looks scared when she cums. Her mouth is open in a silent scream and her eyes are filled with tears while her back bends off the bed. He likes her best like this he decides, right when she cums and he knows that he'll forever have her in his pocket.

He cums soon after, painting her walls and she's babbling all sorts of things. So fucking dumb and full of cock she doesn't even know what to do anymore.

When he finally pulls out his cock is covered in cum and a small amount of blood. He looks down to see the white sheets stained with it and he proudly grins.

She belongs to him now. To the President.

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