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husband!coriolanussnow gangbang

notes: literally got possessed writing this 😭😭 also not fully proofread! does have a little bit of fluff here and there (couldn't fully dddne icl)

cw: dddne (?), rough sex, gangbang, possessiveness, coriolanus himself LOL, dirty talk, argument ??

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Being a senator's wife meant you could have whatever you wanted. At least when the senator in question was Coriolanus Snow. He knew how to get what he desired, and he'd always take it one way or another. By extension, he would make sure you had everything you wanted.

Coryo loved you. You were the apple of his eye, his reason to keep going, the woman who kept him grounded when he was near losing his mind from stress. He wanted to give you the entire world.

So when you were riding him, hands splayed on his chest, babbling words that you hadn't even been sure were reaching him, he didn't miss your words of want.

"Baby, Coryo... fuck, honey. What? You wanna do something really fucked-up to me? You wanna put me in a gangbang or something?" you moaned out, a soft grin gracing your parted lips.

He had just been grunting out how he would let you do depraved things to him, and he to you. Mumbling something about spit, piss; a slightly slurred ramble. Coryo gasped out how he'd do dark, disgusting things to you, his words urging you to ride him faster. Then, you had asked him whether he wanted to put you in a gangbang, words that were only mostly sarcastic.

Except to him, they weren't. You had expected him to groan in annoyance, frustration maybe, at the thought of other men having you. But all you felt was his cock twitch inside of you slightly, his hips jerking up into you involuntarily. The look on his face was one you'd never seen before, despite being his wife for years now. His brows were lifted, something of surprise, his lips parted, his nose a little scrunched. Confusion, shock, arousal, and a little bit of possessiveness blanketed his features.

"Jesus, fuck, I... I don't know." he gasped out in surprise. The thought of putting you in a gangbang hadn't ever crossed his mind, the thought of anyone else knowing you so intimately usually made his stomach churn. Sure, that feeling was still there, but the way it sent a shiver through him and made his mind go a little fuzzy, overpowered the jealousy. He was almost disappointed in himself that he'd found it hot, that it made him throb. Almost.

By the time you'd come, Coryo following your orgasm instantly, that image of you being passed around had been stuck in his head. You laid your head on his shoulder, looking up at him, a little dazed. Your hand skimmed up his chest, moving to gently massage and knead his far shoulder. The gentle panting filled the room, feeling the rise and fall of his breaths under your body.

"Did you mean what you said?" he whispered a little breathlessly, glancing down at you for a few beats. His hand tenderly rubbed up and down your arm, tracing little patterns on your skin.

You swallowed a little thickly, louder than you had meant to. You searched his eyes for anger, jealousy, ultimately finding nothing but curiosity and love in them. "Yeah... yeah, maybe." you murmured with hesitantance, the thought of a gangbang not so uncomfortable as it should have been.

His breath hitched quietly, eyes glued to yours. "Okay," he murmured, followed by a gentle nod, "you know I can make that happen, my love."

And so he did, forever a man of his word. For you, at least. He was meticulous about every little detail, classically Coryo. He didn't trust strangers, not with his perfect, sweet wife. He needed men who would listen to him, who knew how dangerous he could truly be when crossed. It was a little silly, the way he went about it, almost akin to a recruitment. In the end, he had chosen his inner circle from the Academy. People who he had under his thumb for years now. Sejanus Plinth, Felix Ravinstill, Urban Canville, Festus Creed, and Hilarius Heavensbee.

He'd checked with you time and time again, making sure this was still okay with you, asking if there was anyone you wouldn't want there. You trusted Coryo's judgement, knowing your husband would never put you in a situation that wasn't safe. You couldn't deny that you had been more than a little nervous, but he quelled your anxieties each time.

He made each of the men get tested, twice over. He crafted a rough list of the things he wouldn't tolerate from his friends. They couldn't kiss you. They couldn't come in you. They weren't allowed to touch you excessively. Nothing romantic. That was for him, and him alone. He'd instruct them, tell them what to do with you. If they disobeyed him, he'd make sure they would learn their lesson.

So now, here you were, on the bed of a guest room in his penthouse. You sat back, your knees spread ever so slightly, bent a little, your hands propped behind your hips to support yourself. You were bare, bar your red, lace-edged underwear. A pair that Coryo had bought just for you.

The men kept their distance from you, for now. They were mostly bare too, also wearing only their boxers. It was intimidating. Very intimidating. You felt a little like a deer in headlights, and Coryo's protective instincts kicked in like a switch flipped. He was the only one fully clothed, in his black slacks and white, crisp button-up; his sleeves rolled up past his forearms.

He approached the edge of the bed, climbing over you. His hand gently grazed the side of your face, his thumb stroking your cheekbone reflexively. "I love you, baby. I'm gonna be just a few feet away the entire time." he whispered reassuringly, keeping his voice low and soft. His nose nudged to yours gently, "you need me, you say my name, yeah?" he added. Your breathing was slightly laboured, nodding slightly.

"Words, honey. Use your words. Tell me you understand." Coryo muttered, tilting his head to the side faintly. Your breath caught in your throat before you swallowed, breathing "I understand, baby. I'll say your name if I need you."

A vague, near imperceptible smile crossed his lips, leaning in and kissing you tenderly, soothing your every nerve. His hands slid down to slide off your underwear. He didn't want anyone else to take them off you, it was too intimate.

He gave you one last, reassuring look, kissing your forehead before standing back. He backed off, fixing his sleeves up past his elbows. Sitting back in a chair, manspreading, his eyes on you. He was scrunching your underwear in his fist, a silent claim over you. He averted his eyes reluctantly, focusing on his friends.

"Felix. You gonna stand there like an idiot, or are you going to do something?" he muttered firmly, an authoritative tone thick in his voice. It turned you on. Felix was complacent, a little too eager as he approached you. He jumped at the opportunity when Coryo had asked him to be a part of this, which your husband found utterly pathetic of him. He looked down on nearly every one of his friends in the room, even more so now that they would get a chance to be inside you. A twisted part of him wanted this, too. He wanted them to know how you moaned, how tight you were, so that they'd get a taste of it, and never have it again; so that they knew what he was getting every damn day.

Coryo knew Felix was scared of failure, wanting to please Coryo. He tilted his chin up visibly, his expression focused, his eyes stern. Felix crawled over you, making your husband narrow his eyes in disapproval. "Not so close." he ordered.

Felix stilled, glancing to Coryo, then back to you. Your eyes darted between the man on top of you, and the love of your life sitting in the chair to your left. But your gaze lingered on Coryo each time, as if looking to him for approval. Felix nodded curtly to Coryo, backing off just slightly. He tugged his boxers down, slipping them off.

He was nothing compared to Coryo, at least visually. Then again, it was hard to compare to a man as well-endowed as him.

"Is she wet?" Coryo asked, staring narrowly at Felix. He slid a finger hesitantly through your folds, inhaling sharply as he felt your arousal gather on his fingertip. He grazed over your clit, eliciting a gentle gasp from your lips. Coryo smirked faintly, leaning forward in his chair, his hands clasped together, your panties between them. His elbows were on his knees, getting a closer look.

Felix lifted his finger, looking at it, glancing at Coryo once again. "No. Don't taste it." he said firmly, a hint of anger clear in his voice. He nodded.

When Felix settled between your thighs, Coryo didn't miss the way your thighs stayed in their previous position, not parting instinctively like they always did for him. The thought alone made him grow hard in his slacks.

Coryo was burning holes into Felix, making sure his hands didn't touch your body too firmly, or anywhere he didn't like, while he fucked you. There was a stark contrast to the way you reacted to Felix, and the way you reacted to Coryo. Your moans were nearly inaudible, not nearly as frequent as they would be when your husband was deep inside you. It was a little short of mediocre, and Coryo could see on your face that you weren't enjoying it. He commanded Felix to stop, to pull out and get off of you. He obeyed instantly, clearly scared of Coryo.

The firm, possessive glare he threw Felix melted as he threw you a glance, his features softening with a gentle, reassuring smile. You saw your doting husband once more, and the way he ached to reach out and touch you.

Sejanus was next. He was different from the others. You knew Sejanus well, and you were even friends. He was good-hearted, and the only reason he had agreed to be a part of this was because of his loyalty to Coryo. He was still visibly a little freaked out over it, though. The way he approached you was hesitant, as though he would back out at any second.

He had more lenience over your body, due to how close he was with Coryo, how Coryo knew Sejanus wasn't a threat. Sejanus held onto your hips, pulling you gently to the edge of the bed, not wanting to lean down over you. He looked down at you and mumbled "are you sure this is okay?" concernedly, his moral compass going haywire. You nodded with a faint smile, "yeah, yeah." making Coryo smile softly at how sweet you were.

The only reason he was letting this happen was because he was still the one in control. He could put a stop to this if he wanted to; he could get every man in this room killed if he wanted to. He'd do it himself too, just for you. He didn't care about his friends in comparison to you.

Sejanus slid into you, his cock thicker than Coryo's. There was a stretch, a minor one, but it was still there. Your eyebrows scrunched momentarily and Sejanus stilled. "You sure this is okay?" he murmured, looking you in the eye intently, like he saw you as more than just a body he was fucking for the sake of his best friend.

"Fine. Yeah, I'm sure." you breathed, glancing to Coryo for a moment. But Coryo noticed the way you winced when Sejanus stretched you out, and he glanced at Sejanus before standing up and calmly walking a few steps over to you. His hand came up to your cheek, looking down at you as he gently ran his fingertips over your cheekbone. "Too much, baby?" he whispered. In all honesty, you couldn't tell if you would be able to take the way Sejanus' cock was stretching you out, considering he was barely halfway in. Coryo's eyes flicked over your face, seeing the hesitation. "You wanna show them how you use your pretty mouth instead?" he mutters to you, and you alone, as if it were only you two in the room, like no one else was watching. You nodded with a soft exhale.

Sejanus pulled out, following Coryo's orders. That got him. He felt his dick twitch in his pants at how quickly Sejanus did what Coryo wanted him to. Sej was the least idiotic out of the men surrounding you, knowing Coryo well, what he wanted before he had to overtly ask for it. If there was anything your husband got off on, it was power.

Coryo's fingers slid off of your cheek lightly, returning to his place on the chair. You got on your knees, an antsy gleam in Sej's eyes. "Hold her hair up, Sej," Coryo's voice flooded into your ears. His hands travelled into your hair, gently sweeping it into a ponytail, gripping at the back of your head.

"Is this okay?" he murmured concernedly, looking down at you. Coryo groaned, rubbing a hand down his face, his wedding band glinting. "Jesus Christ, Sejanus. Shut the fuck up, she's fine. She'll tell you if there's a problem-" it was clear in his voice that he was frustrated, probably from the straining hard-on in his slacks, but Sejanus cut him off. Coryo's head snapped up, his frustration building at his best friend's disobedience.

"I'm just being careful, man. I don't know how you fuck her, what she's okay with." Sej bit back, looking at Coryo. The whole room was tense; painfully so.

Coryo moved with an eerie calmness, one that was threatening, as he stood up. He took assertive, calculated steps to Sejanus, his jaw tense. "You think she's dumb? I told you she was fine. She told you she was fine. I know my wife. You wanna see how she likes to get fucked?" his voice intimidatingly firm. His nerves were struck from the way Sejanus had even dared to talk back, especially in the situation he was in, where Coryo was the one who was supposed to be in control. Sejanus was about to open his mouth before Coryo placed a hand on his chest and shoved him back, "just get the fuck back." he muttered.

Coryo slid his hands under your arms, sitting you back on the bed once more. His hands went to his belt, undoing it hastily with practiced ease. "Gonna show these morons how you deserve to get fucked, huh?" he huffed out, dropping his belt to the floor carelessly. He was aware there were still some of his friends who didn't get a chance to fuck you, but he couldn't handle seeing another one of them not give you what you needed. No one knew your body like he did, and he had to make that clear.

His hands went to his slacks, taking them off before he wrapped his fingers around your thighs, tugging you down to the edge of the bed, your legs bending at the knee now, spreading instinctively for him. The way you looked at him was different to the way you looked at his friends. You looked like an innocent thing to his friends, but the second Coryo was in front of you, tugging off his boxers, your eyelids dropped a little and your lips parted a few millimetres. You looked like you were near salivating at the sight of him.

He dragged his tip through your folds, making sure you were nice and wet for him before pushing into you slowly. "There we fucking go. Jesus, so tight." he hissed. His body leaned over yours, pushing some hair out of your face. His gentle touch became a firm grip on your jaw, "don't look anywhere else. Don't look at them." he breathed, his fingertips digging into the skin on your cheeks slightly. A small whine of obedience left you as you tried to nod, coming out as a slight movement from his hold on your face.

He gave a singular, hard thrust, grunting out "words, baby", his hand squeezing your jaw for a moment. A mixture between a gasp and a moan left your mouth, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you. " 'M looking at you, only you." you moaned a little shakily, his next firm thrust earning another gasp from you.

The sharp snap of his hips became continuous and steady, his hand loosening on your face as he tucked some hair behind your ear gently. "This is how she likes to get fucked. You see? See the way she's moaning?" he panted, the sweat now starting to moisten his face with a dreamy sheen. "Shit- just get the fuck out. Everyone get the fuck out."

The door slamming shut behind the other men was the cue Coryo needed to speed up, letting his groans and grunts slip through. "Coryo, coryo" you gasped out, teetering over the edge. A weak, strained laugh escaped between his noises of pleasure. He was reeling over the fact that the guys outside could no doubt hear you moaning his name.

He unravelled you quicker than he ever had before, the power trip he was on making him want to fuck you into next year, if he could. The feeling of your pussy squeezing and contracting as you came sent him coming right after you, his face dropping into your shoulder with a strained groan.

He panted against your skin, your hand coming up to lazily run your fingers through his slightly-gelled hair. "Why did you make the others leave?" you mumbled curiously, lolling your head to the side, your lips resting at his hairline.

He lifted his head a little to look at you. "Because I knew none of the others would be able to make you come. I wanted to be the only one to see that. You coming is just for me." he breathed with a quirk of his lips, a flicker of a soft smile.

That was your handsome, prideful husband. Possessive, sure, but the way he smiled at you after sex was always boyishly charming.

"I'm going to send everyone home, and then we'll take a bath together. Yeah?" he murmured softly, his fingers coming up to gently run through your mussed hair. You nodded with a quiet hum and a smile, "yeah, yeah. I love you." you murmured back.

He leaned down ever so slightly to kiss your forehead, smoothing back your hair. "I love you more, my dove. I'm going to take care of you tonight. I think youve had enough for one night." he whispered against your forehead.

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