#academy!coryo i luv u

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Drunk, needy academy!snow trying to get some friction in between your legs (you won't let him in you).

he's being so shameless. he can't handle his liquor, and everyone around you knew it.

you still have posca in your cup, not nearly good enough for you to keep sipping but you need to keep your hands busy because if they weren't, they would be all over coriolanus just like his are all over you.

trailing up and down your sides, pressing into knots in your shoulders or along your lower back, trailing over your ass in your new jeans, trying to subtly slip between your thighs from behind when no one's looking (and even when eyes are on you both). you try to ignore him, but he's restless, pressing his crotch into your ass and begging in your ear.

"please, can we go somewhere else? everyone here is boring anyway." you can hear the pout in his words, you don't even have to see him to know it's there.

his curls tickle your cheeks, his lips do the same with your earlobe, and it's harder and harder for you to resist.

but it's certainly not hard for you to keep teasing him when you are alone. occupying one of the many guest rooms of arachne's flashy home. your legs crossed at the knee, coriolanus' weak and shaky hands attempting to push them apart to no avail, his voice getting whinier each time.

"baby," the nickname shocks you. your eyebrows shoot up, you adjust your elbow which presses into the mattress, you sip from your cup with a hum.

"please?"

you let the drink sit on your tongue, shrug, swallow. your legs spread just a little, enough to make coriolanus' eyes widen.

you pity him just enough, letting your legs fall open and coriolanus is instantly between them. his hands go for your panties, but you tut and close your legs, both hands unfortunately occupied.

he stares up at you, eyes looking so pitiful that it hurts you a little. "what?" he asks, shock in the singular word. but you don't back down.

he knows what you mean, and he takes it albeit a little reluctantly, but eventually gratefully. his hips irregularly jut into yours, grinds that are a little messy pressing his bare cock into the friction of your panties. it's obviously not enough for him, and you're a little drunk and therefore don't notice when he peels your panties to the side and slips his cock along your cunt. still, he obediently slides it through your folds, not daring to enter you, and you coo as you scratch his scalp, letting him fuck your folds without any complaints.