Summary: A new kingdom has been conquered by Rome, which always brings new subjects. As a servant to the Emperors, you see a lot and one night at the palace, a new set of Gladiators are shown off for the evenings entertainment. One of them beckons for you to find him and when you his identity is something you’d never expect.
Warnings: +18 (smut), slight fluff, m! dom, oral f! receiving, p in v, trying not to get caught, mutual orgasm, no protection, creampie, dirty talk
Word count: 4k
A/N: hiiiiiii….LONG time since ive posted, but i wouldn’t call it a comeback quite yet. sometimes having adhd means you start a project you never finish and this blog kinda became that. but who knows i tend ebb and flow with my art/writing. anyways … all that aside i wrote this for an irl friend and honestly forgot how much i much i love storytelling and writing so that being said…billy the kid comes back and the newest photo of tom in that b and w office setting got me 🥵 (he and pedro are my hallpass my boyfriend approved) so i might write something based on that. k byeeeee and enjoy♥︎♥︎♥︎
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The throne room of the Emperor’s palace is intimidating, it was designed to be as such. Even in a crowded room full of drunken laughter and merry music, you feel alone and vulnerable. The twin Emperors look down on their inebriated guests, themselves falling further and further into intoxication. You on the other hand are painfully sober, and probably won’t drink tonight. As a servant to the Emperors, you have a role in the palace and aren’t allowed all the luxuries it provides. Occasionally you’d get the opportunity to sneak a bottle of wine or two into your chambers, share it with the other maidens, but tonight, tonight you wanted to be sober, despite the current negative consequences of having to be around adults acting like toddlers. The men who are privy to be apart of Emperor Geta and Emperor Caracalla’s inner circle prefer their women full of wine. You stay clear of the looks, their grungy, fat faces like swines. As you make your way through the crowd, you notice a group of men chained together. You were aware that General Acacius and his men had come back from North Africa, conquering a kingdom there. New land came with new people, more children of Rome. It also meant games would be held soon, with fresh blood. You watch as the men stumble into the palace and one in particular catches your eye. He’s strikingly handsome, his hair sitting on his head like waves against the shore. His jawline is shaped by his beard, outlining it nicely. His blue eyes are striking, his nose just as sharp as his jaw. It was clear that he had not had a chance to freshen up, his chest glistening with sweat and caked in dirt. His gaze meets yours, leaving you nearly breathless. Despite the fact that it had been sometime since a man has taken you to bed, that isn’t the only reason why you felt faint from his gaze. He has an aura that exudes pain. Violent pain, the pain of a man who had nothing left to lose. A darkness swirls in his eyes, it’s not only pain you can see, but revenge. He looks away and you turn to serve another guest. You feel red and flush, vulnerability creeping through your body even more than it was before. He and the other men are shuffled on their way out of the throne room.
The night continues as guests have gone from drunk to belligerent. Drinks spilling, a few men try to grope you, but you dodge their meaty hands. You serve another drink as Emperor Geta stands to make an announcement, tapping the side of his glass with a silver spoon.
“Ladies and Gentlemen of my merriment, as you all well know, our beloved General Acacius has once again shown the world that Rome is the greatest Empire in the world!”
The crowd roars, drinks fly, and you are nearly knocked off your feet. He raises his hand to slowly silents the crowd. The room falls quiet.
“Now we all know that as Rome spreads its wealth and prosperity, it comes with new mouths to feed, new hands to build up our great city, and..” he pauses in anticipation. Behind his throne, the men from before make their way back into the throne room. You catch the Gladiator’s attention again, his tongue resting against his cheek out of annoyance more than anger. His mouth falls open slightly at your gaze, scanning you up and down. You feel like his prey when he looks at you like this.
“…NEW WARRIORS!” Emperor Geta shouts.
The crowd stirs again as the guards push the men forward. They make their way into the center of the room. Most of the men are either looking down or away, except the man who has continued to catch your eye the entire night. He looks straight ahead, stern, unbothered. Just then an apple is thrown and lands smack dap on the Gladiator’s forehead. There is sure to be a bruise there tomorrow. He flinches slightly, and the crowd jeers at him. He bends down to pick it up, immediately he places it up to his lips and takes an enormous bite. He stares directly at the twins, a scornful look spread across his face. He spits out a seed. The crowd hisses and boos.
“It seems we have a bold one… you step forward.” He commands the Gladiator.
He obliges, and the Emperor seems pleased despite the Gladiator’s attitude. He commands the rest of the men to step back, leaving him all alone.
“Since we seem to have such eagerness about, it is my honor to entertain you people. Our lucky contestant shall battle it out with the one and only Maximus Titus!
The crowd hoots and howls. From behind Geta and Caracalla, a larger brawny man emerges from the shadows. He’s decked out in armor, yielding a sword and shield. The crowd shifts from disgust to excitement. He approaches the Gladiator with a swagger of a man who has yet to be defeated. The other men fall back into the crowd. A servant sneaks through the crowd to hand the Gladiator a sword of his own. It is more akin to a dagger than a sword, still better than nothing.
“Gentleman!…” Emperor Geta booms “FIGHT!”
The bigger of the two men twirls their sword and gets into a ready position. The Gladiator moves forward hesitantly and then, they launch at each other. Titus takes one swipe with his shield across the face of his opponent. It hit him in the jaw and he stumbles backwards. The Gladiator regains his composure. He shakes it off and raises his sword in front of his body. He’s more cautious with his actions, stepping back and forth waiting for the right time to strike. Growing impatient, Titus makes the next move, his sword determined to cut flesh. The Gladiator blocks him and the two men face each other until Titus breaks. The Gladiator takes the opportunity, kneeing him in the stomach hard. As Titus stumbles back, the Gladiator takes another opportunity to then knock the sword out of his hand with the swing of his fist. Titus nearly falls down, stunned by his opponent’s swiftness. Not wanting to leave himself completely vulnerable, he holds up his shield. He swings as hard as he can at the Gladiator. The Gladiator ducks and rolls, avoiding the blow. He takes the opportunity to grab the fallen sword and positions himself to attack his opponent from behind. Then it’s all over, the Gladiator has him at the mercy of his will. The crowd has finally fallen quiet, too stunned to watch a well renowned warrior of the arena get beat by a newcomer. It was so quick, so quick you almost miss it, but you watch as the Gladiator holds his swords to the neck of Titus. The crowd stirs again, chanting “kill him!”
Geta rises, his hand out to silence the crowd. Then he puts a thumbs up and the crowd agrees. The Gladiator looks at his opponent. Then, releases him, dropping both swords to the ground. A gasp comes out of the mouths of several women in the crowd. Geta squints at the Gladiator, studying him for a moment before cracking a sly smile. He makes his way down to the floor, descending from his throne. He begins a slow, mocking clap.
“Well, well well, you ARE a bold one aren’t you now?” He asks the Gladiator. “Tell me does this deviant have a name?”
“For 16 years I’ve been known as Hanno, but I know myself to be a different man.” The Gladiator grits
“And who would that be?” Geta inquires, his curiosity now genuine.
“My name is Lucius Verus, son of Maximus Deciusm Meridius, and I will fight to restore the true glory of this city.” He states. Geta approaches him, cocking an eyebrow. He circles Lucius.
“How fitting that you’re destined for the arena then…how fitting that you will die the same as him.”
Lucius glares at him.
“Your father was a brave warrior yes, and it seems you also share that in common with him, but tell me was he a bastard too?”
That gets him and Lucius goes to wring his neck. He grabs hold of it for a moment until two guards quickly intervene, pulling Lucius back. His face is red, chest heaving. Once Emperor Geta regains control of himself, he pretends to shake it off and returns back to the top of this throne next to his brother.
“I am announcing that games shall be held by the end of the week, where our newest Gladiators will debut.”
The crowd cheers and Geta dismisses Lucius and the rest of the gladiators. The guards send them away. You watch them, following their path until they reach the doors to the underground chambers. You can’t tell for sure, but you swear he takes one last look at you. You make note of his whereabouts. Something about you calls to him, as if you knew him in another life. Why does he seem so familiar?
The party begins to wrap up around 2 am, most of the guests filtering out earlier than usual to gossip about what happened at the palace. You return the last of the chalices to the kitchen and then sneak away to the underground chambers. The door is locked but you know where the key is. Sneaking back to the kitchen you find it hanging on a hook near the wine cellar. You return back to the door and unlock it. It creeks open and despite your best efforts to keep it quiet, the hallway echos the noise. You close it, putting the key inside your garment pocket. You tip toe down the steps and then down a long corridor. Most of the men are asleep yet one cell remains golden yellow, lit up by the candle light. Steel bars separate you and him, and he reminds you of a tiger you saw earlier that week. Kept in a cage and being made to be ready for battle. His back is turned when you finally approach him.
“Glad-Lucius…” you whisper remembering his name.
He turns to face you, his expression changing slightly.
“I didn’t think you would know to come.”
“I…I just had a feeling that you were beckoning for me.”
“Do you remember me?” He asks seriously.
Your face scrunches up. Remember him? How. And from where? Then it hits you. His name seemed so familiar all of the sudden, realization washing over you. Since you can remember you’ve called the palace your home. Not by choice. You’re mother, once a favor of the Emperor, so much so that the disappointment of birthing a daughter instead of a son for an air caused her a lifetime of suffering. The Emperor’s wife could not have children of her own, so when the time came, the Emperor took on mistresses. You were the first born, a girl. It was not to be accepted. He had her sent down to be a maiden so the secret of his wife not being able to bear fruit could never be exposed. When she died, the Emperor bound you to her suffering. Then he took on another lover and this time it was not a girl born, but two twin boys.
You were raised in these chambers, and now face to face with a man claiming to be the son of Maximus. You study him, his face now seemingly familiar.
“It- it can’t be” you murmur.
He nods his head.
“You were just a boy! I thought they had killed you.”
He shakes his head, still keeping close eye contact with you. Lucius was nephew to the Emperor when your mother had you, and as a child, you and him would always be out, playing in the courtyard, or sneaking bread from the kitchen. He was your only friend and deep down behind all the childishness was a true kinship, and a love that was growing. When Maximus killed the Emperor, chaos broke out, and a power vacuum ensued. You thought he had been killed then, but his mother must have snuck him off.
“I can’t believe it. I’m sure your journey from then until this moment is a story for a different time, but pray tell, how did you manage to escape.” You ask
“My mother had it all planned out, I hardly remember most of it now, but she came to me today, found me and told me about who my father truly was. Once I found out, I decided to avenge him. Rome has fallen into corrupt hands.”
“It has.” You agree “What is your plan? I can help you escape.”
“And they’ll only cut off both our heads, no I will be here, playing the role of a man who sees no escape other than the arena.”
You unlock his cell and step in, you hold out your hand and he takes it gently.
“I can’t, it’s too risky, I promise you that in due time I will bring justice to this city.”
“How?”
“My mother is now married to General Acacius, who has begun to share my sentiments, so when the time comes,, with her help and support of the senate, Rome shall be free.”
“I trust you Lucius!” You whisper, resting your forehead against his chest. He strokes your hair, then tilts your chin to force you to look at him. His blue eyes dazzle like a sunset on the waters. The shadow of his chambers covers half his face, outlining his nose, jaw and lips. You lean in to kiss his cheek.
“They will try to kill you, I fear this will be the last time we meet.” You add, voice hovering, wanting to break.
“I promise you it won’t.”
He leans in and kisses you fully on the lips. It’s somehow soft yet rough with passion. You kiss him back, mouth moving against his, greedy for more.
“Lucius…” you moan.
“Yes?”
“Please don’t die in that arena” you whisper it like a prayer.
“I won’t.”
He moves his hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. His lips fall back on your own, this time with more haste. How badly you wish you could have all the time in the world, to truly reunite with him, to truly tell him how all these years you haven’t forgotten the boy you were friends with. Who despite his class, despite his status, he gave you a chance and he saw you. You, the bastard child, the secret. He gave you a chance. He must have seen himself in you, being a bastard himself. Returning back to the moment, you realize that your hips are unconsciously grinding up against his body. You can start the feel the effect it has on him. To him you are so incredibly inviting. It had been a while since he was able to be with a woman like you. Who felt so soft, and smells of jasmine.
“Can I ask, how does a woman such as yourself afford such a luxurious scent like the one you’re wearing?”
“I never stopped being a sneak. Whenever the twins have new shipments come in, I always make sure to snatch whatever flowers are available. This week was Jasmine…” you moan
“It’s lovely. You’re lovely.”
His hand snakes down to cup your ass, squeezing it gently. You gasp at his actions, wanting more. His lips trail down your jaw, then your neck as his other hands work to undo the top of your garment. He pulls it down, exposing part of your chest to him. His palm moves to knead your breast and he lets out a sigh of satisfaction. You feel as if all sense has been knocked out of you. Your mind clouded by lust. And you can feel him. His breath against your skin, his lips moving frantically up and down your jaw, his warm hands. It’s all encompassing.
“Lay down darling.” He commands, his voice gruff.
You nod your head enthusiastically, entranced by his words, your under his spell. He spread your legs gently as the cool ground touches your back. You shutter at both feelings. Then his mouth is on your core, and you feel helpless. You can only give into him at this moment, letting his lips explore and devour you. The last time you let a man touch you like this, you were much younger and vulnerable. This felt different, and you welcome it.
His tongue works vigorously against your clit, the sensation overwhelming. Your hips buck up in his face, you feel a sense of embarrassment, but the moment is fleeting and he reassures you with a smile.
“That’s it darling…give into me…I like it.”
You notice he’s stroking himself through his clothes. By all the gods, it’s the most attractive thing you’ve seen a man do. You want to see all of him. He continues to eat you out like a man starved for pleasure. Starved for connection. His mouth feels so incredible against your core. So warm, so blissful. His tongue swipes up against your clit again and you shutter. You look down at him, his gaze meeting your own. The intensity in which he stares at you is almost too much to bear. Can one man look this attractive? His mouth moves to suck on it, tugging at it firmly, but still gentle. And he’s enjoying himself just as much. He continues to stroke himself, his own desire creeping up on him. He revels in your pleasure, trying his best, he draws out the sounds that make him want to ravish you. You could have laid down here all day, but you wanted more.
“Take me.” You utter
He nods, undressing himself. His length falls out and you can see how hard you’ve made him. You gasp as he takes his cock into his hands, going back to stroke himself as he bores into you. He kneels over you, his face hovering over your own. His breath fans your cheeks as he gently pushes your hair away. He leans down, placing a soft kiss to your lips. Then, glides his tip over your folds and clit. As nice as the sensation is, you want him, need him. He senses your eagerness, and pushes into you. You gasp, and clutch onto his shoulder.
“I’ve got you.” He whispers.
He slowly starts to pump into you, making sure to gage your response to him. He wants to make sure you’re properly taken care of. He feels so full inside you, his throbbing length buried deep.
“Oh-you feel so good.” You utter
“As do you”
He starts to slowly move some more, feeling out how well you take him. You nod, wanting him to pick up the pace. He thrust his hips more rapidly. Then he sits up, swings your legs over his shoulder and lets his hips roll against your body.
“By the gods woman, you’re so fucking beautiful.”
He reaches down to grope your breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You moan at his actions.
“That’s it. Make those beautiful noises for me.” He commands
“S-someone will hear, if they haven’t already.”
He smirks at you, leaning down to plant a quick kiss to your lips.
“As if the other men in here wouldn’t get up to the same thing, if they could spare the chance. Let them hear. I want them to know how good I make you feel.” He gruffs. You’ve never been more turned on in your life. The boldness of this man, you feel as if you’re under his trance. You’re breath shutters as he moves his hand down in between your legs. He rubs you, drawing out more and more pleasure from your lips. You grip his shoulder, the feeling of his hand working you is overpowering.
“Let it out darling. You sound so pretty when you make those noises.”
You nod and get lost in the feeling of him. He certainly knows how to please you, how to summon your lust so that it consumes you. He continues to thrust into you, his pace slightly slower as he’s still concentrating on making you come.
“Lucius, oh gods…” you trail off.
“I can feel it baby, you’re wrapped around me like a snake. I love it.” He quips back.
His fingers work vigorously as he focuses on your pleasure. You can feel yourself becoming undone. The tightness in your chest is about to burst.
“That’s it. Let go for me.”
And you do. You feel your whole body nearly convulse, a wave of bliss hitting your senses. No man has ever done this to you. Given you this earth shattering orgasm. It was extraordinary. But Lucius is not done with you. He lets you recover, kissing your neck and jawline the whole time. Then he sits you up, his cock still buried in you.
“Ride me.” He commands “it’s my turn.”
You nod, still somewhat in a haze. He readjusts you and you wrap your legs around his torso. You start to move your body and he tilts his head back in awe.
“Gods yes, fucking use me baby.” He demands
You smile at him, biting your lip. You change your positioning slightly, now moving your whole body up and down.
“Fucking bounce on it, that’s it, fuck.”
You wrap your hands around his neck, burying your face into the crook of it. After the orgasm you just had, feeling him like this only continues that sensation. You continue your movements, his hand slinks down to grab your ass, giving it a small slap, while the other one is knotted up in your hair. He pulls your neck back and you push your chest in his face. He sucks on one of your nipples, then the other. He kisses your chest back up to your jaw.
“So perfect for me.” He whispers into your ear, before giving it a nipple.
“Lucius…you know how to undo my very soul.”
“I’m about to come undone myself.” He follows up.
You nod, waiting for his release. Then it comes, a warmth fills your core as he pumps into you. You and him eventually slow down your pace and stay still in each other’s arms for a few moments. You rest your forehead against his, taking his face into your hands. You kiss him and he reciprocates.
“Promise me you won’t die in that arena. You need to fight and win.”
“I will win and I will win back a better Rome for her people. In my father’s name, Rome will see true peace and prosperity.”
“Your ambitions are admirable, but how will you achieve it?”
“Let me worry about that, as I said word has it that General Acacius may be less of a friend to the twins than you’d think. There is much to plan for, but for now my darling you must leave me.”
“Lucius, let me lie here with you for a moment, just until you drift off to sleep. Please?”
“If you insist.”
You crawl off him, your naked body becoming reacquainted with the cold concrete of his cell. A small, shabby blanket sits in the corner and he grabs it, concealing both of you. He pulls you close to him and you rest your head on his chest. Every so often he kisses your forehead. His breathing becomes heavier and heavier until, he falls completely asleep. With one last kiss, you leave him, dressing yourself and sneaking out of the underground chambers. Once you have returned to your own chambers you let out a long sigh. You wonder if you will even get to hold him again, touch him, kiss him as you did tonight. His fate is in the hands of the gods now, and by their will may he live.
Summary: you and General Acacius are secret lovers. as his servant, he knows how Rome would react if people found out, but after a long campaign in Gaul, he can’t hold back how he feels anymore…
Warning: 18+ (smut), fluff, age gap, younger Marcus (mid thirties), reader is early twenties, oral f! receiving, unprotected p in v, aftercare,trying not to get caught, secret lovers
Word count: 2.7k
A/N: hello! I’ve returned to Pedro! I went to see Gladiator 2 with my man and oh.my.god! I thought it was good, and totally didn’t make me fall head over heels for Paul Mescal as well 😅. if you haven’t seen it go watch it it was a good action flick, but nothing beats the original. so anyways i hope you guys are entertained with this new one (get it?) it’s a short, sweet little romance but i really enjoyed writing it ❤︎︎
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The young general was deeply exhausted after his latest campaign in Gaul. Beaten down, worn out, and a man longing to return to Rome. He was looking to start a farm and a family, but as of today he was still thought of as the most eligible bachelor in the city. His brown curls and sharp jawline wasn’t the only reason why women were so drawn to him. As an honorable and loyal man to Rome, he was exceedingly generous, always putting the people first. He was also one of the most humble men you would ever meet, only wanting the very best for Rome. As available as he seemed, he had his own secrets that kept him from the many women who were practically throwing themselves at him.
“My legions and I are bound to serve Rome” you overheard him one night, discussing the latest developments after yesterday’s battle. General Acacius, or Marcus as he preferred to be called by you, is so stoic, clearly hiding his frustration as an officer tells him about a message he received from the emperor.
“I’ll write back to the Emperor with your answer” the officer states, leaving his chambers. You wait a moment before sneaking in, Marcus taking a seat at his desk with a heavy sigh. You clear your throat, making your presence known. He turns around, his stonewalled face softening at the sight of you.
You and Marcus had largely kept your relationship a secret. It was not respectable for a General to be in a relationship with one of their servants, but you were different to him. So kind and gentle, so attentive to his needs in a way he didn’t know was possible. Sometimes he felt like you could read his mind, always knowing how to make him feel right. He admires how dutiful you are, and sometimes the image of you in a proper domestic setting makes him feel like nothing matters in the world, other than to have you as his own. He wishes he could and frankly was about to ask you to marry him in a secret, private ceremony, when the never ending conquest of Rome called him to battle. That was almost a year ago now, and things were changing fast. You had insisted you follow him to Gaul, somehow convincing yourself that if you were there, he would stay alive.
Since you had kept your relationship a secret, so secret that confessions of love have yet to be uttered. Yet you felt it from him, knew it was true, but was too afraid to make it real. As the newest General of the Roman army, Marcus had become a more cautious man, knowing that his new position also came with enemies beyond those outside of Rome.
“Come in” he commands
“What did that officer want? What news has the emperor brought?”
“Apparently there is a tribe in Gaul that is planning to retaliate in lue of yesterday’s events. He needs us here another couple of weeks to ensure little chaos. I have to stay.”
“I see. Well another few weeks then.”
“You should return to Rome. It’s safer.”
You stride towards him, his deep brown eyes reflecting the firelight.
“Marcus, please. I wish to be here with you.”
“I know what you wish for, but I can’t have your life be a cost. I could never bear the weight of the pain it would bring me if I lost you.”
“It is not me you should fear. It is yourself.”
He sighs, standing up, placing his hands on your shoulder, moving them to massage your neck for a bit.
“I know you fear my loss. I assure you nothing will happen to me.”
“You’re not the only one who wouldn’t be able to bear it if you were killed in battle.”
He pushes your hair behind your ear, hands moving to cup your jaw.
“I promise you I will return to Rome in two weeks' time.”
“Marcus, please let me stay.” You rest your forehead against his.
“Give me time to think.”
You nod and he releases you, much to your dismay. He sits and you reach for his hand. He looks at the entrance to his tent with caution, and you turn his cheek to face you.
“When we return to Rome, I …I wish us to be public in our affections. I can’t stand hiding in the shadows anymore, Marcus.” You whisper
He claps his hand over your own, sighing into your chest. For a moment your eyes well with tears, ready for him to tell you he can’t. Tell you it’s unbecoming of a General who leads the Roman army.
“Neither can I.” He states plainly “It’s my biggest fault, my fear of admonishment and shame. It’s so cowardly of me.”
You cup his face, shifting his jaw, making him look up at you fully.
“You are many things Marcus Acacius, a coward is not one of them. You should never think of yourself as such.”
“How can I not when I continue to lie to myself. When I keep you a secret.” He mumbles.
“You do it for a good reason. A reason I understand, but am growing tired of it. I just want to have you. All of you.”
“I desire that as well.”
“Then let us hide no more. We shall return to Rome united.” You plea.
He sighs again, his head falling to rest on your stomach. You stroke his curls, his olive and chestnut scent wafting off him. You lean your body down to hold him.
“It’s not even my own self preservation I care about. It’s you. I worry how they will treat you.”
“What do you mean?”
“You know how they would treat a servant such as yourself. Especially with your youth and my age. They would want to outcast you, try to take you from me if the emperor disapproved of it, which he very well might. I couldn’t bear that. I couldn’t bear watching Rome degrade you, declare you a whore and send you out on the streets, force you into the very thing they have already declared you as and I-“ he starts to ramble, his tone heavy, ridden with guilt.
You stop him, pulling back to look at him squarely.
“Marcus, I hear your fears, and I fear it all the same, but I’d rather take the risk to be with you.”
“You’ve much braver than I.” He utters
“Don’t say such things.” He tilts his head up to look at you and you lean in to kiss him. His soft lips gently move with your own, savoring you. He stands up, his neck craning to keep his lips on yours. His hands move to the base of your neck, his thumbs brushing on your throat. You moan into his mouth, only pulling him close to deepen the kiss.
“Marcus…” you whisper
“I want you. If we are to return to Rome as one then why hold back.” He returns
You nod and he recaptures your lips, walking you to his bed. He lays you down, stripping himself of his armor and tunic. You pull your own tunic to reveal yourself to him, all the while his lips not leaving your own. His actions become more frantic, his hands cupping your breasts, groaning into you as he does. You undress him, his tunic falling to the ground as he moves into the bed, crawling over you. You pull the rest of your garments down, leaving the two of you completely naked. He pulls back, cooing at you as he continues to grope you, his eyes ablaze with pure and utter need. He kisses down your body, his wet lips glazing over your throat to the valley of your chest. He doesn’t stop there, his mouth moving to your stomach, his hands parting your legs.
“Marcus, y-you don’t have to.”
“Let me…” he practically begs, and who are you to deny the general of Rome.
You part your legs more and his hungry mouth devours your core. To Marcus, this is the finest meal in all of Rome. Nothing could top the taste of you. You’re wetness bitter, yet so sweet. He runs his tongue along your folds, lapping at your core. The sight is beyond mesmerizing, only making you even weaker to his touch. Your hips buck into his face as he starts to suck on you, moans spilling from his mouth, making your pussy vibrate. You gasp, causing Marcus’s hand to fly over your parted lips.
“Not too loud my dear.” He reminds you.
You nod your head as his lips return to ravishing you. You watch him as he consumes you. You could have witnessed the sight in front of you all day. Watching him like this was enchanting, made your mind fuzzy and vulnerable. You’re sure that if he were to ask you right now to take on a whole clan of barbarians for him,you would. You would do anything for him as long as his tongue stayed on your heat. He feels like he’s drowning in your wetness and loves how breathless you make him feel. He only pulls away to catch his breath and is soon back to pleasing you. He’s well aware that most Roman men find it crude or offensive to go down on a woman, but not Marcus. Your juices were as sweet as the nectar from the gods themselves. He was drunk on you like a fine wine.
“I could do this until sunrise, beautiful.”
“And I would allow it”
He smiles against your now swollen and puffy slit. Eager for more, he wastes no time, his tongue getting back to work on trying to make you come apart. You can feel it, you’re so close. Your face scrunches up, your torso tightening. You run a hand through his hair, fingers dancing in his curls. Pure bliss doesn’t even begin to describe the sensations running throughout your body. He sucks, licks and kisses you, his mouth relentless. Then, He slides a finger into you, curling it up as he continues to devour you.
“Oh!” You gasp quietly.
He smiles against your core, his finger becoming more forceful as it turns into two. Your hips buck up again and he places a hand on your lower tummy, applying a small amount of pressure. He pulls back to watch you writhe in pleasure. Then you feel it, you feel yourself falling apart for him. He revels in your orgasm, leaning forward, soaking and drinking you in. Your thighs quiver around his cheeks as he gives you one last delicate kiss to your clit.
“Oh Marcus…” you moan
“Did that feel good, beautiful?”
You nod and he flashes you a sinful smirk. He kisses the inside of your thighs, working his way back to your lips. You taste yourself on his mouth, his tongue sliding in, swirling with your own. You moan as you feel his length prodding at your entrance. He slides in slowly, a guttural groan reverberating from his lips.
“Always so good.” He brushes a hair behind your ear, leaning to kiss you gently.
He pumps in and out with care, not wanting to rush this moment. Marcus always valued your shared intimacy. He loves how it makes him feel, to be so fully connected to you in this way. Marcus always feels more aware and present, somehow shut off from everything else around him but you. You are his focus point, and for a moment he feels like nothing matters. He allows himself to feel nothing but pure affection for you and damn whoever wants to judge their relationship. You are all he needs. And he is all you need.
You try your best to hold back your cries, catching them in your throat, and commanding their silence. Even though everything fades away except him, and even though you wouldn’t care if the whole of Rome knew who you belonged to, the fear of genuinely getting caught keeps you as quiet as possible.
“Marcus” you whisper in replace of your moans.
“My love?”
“More.”
It’s all you can manage. Marcus intensifies his actions. His hips grinding harder into you, his member hitting your walls deeper. You let out a sigh of relief, finally getting to feel the full length of him how you like. You wrap your legs around his torso, pushing him closer to you. He strains to hold back his own moans, kissing you in intervals to shut himself up. At the same time, you feel his body. You never get sick of the curving slopes of his abdomen or his perfectly sculpted arms, so strong and protective. The same arms who have slain thousands of men in the name of Rome, hold you here so gently, so tenderly.
“Oh gods!” You whimper, as he readjusts you on to his lap.
You move your hips slowly at first, then settle back into your original pace. You start to bounce on him and he splays his hands over your ass, gripping firmly. He admires you like this, the sight of your body bouncing on his nearly sends him into overdrive. The way your breasts bounce, the way your hair falls around your face like a waterfall, the divots of your hips as you move on him, makes him feel possessed by you. Your face is glowing in the firelight, eyes blazing with their own heat and passion. Marcus thinks you look absolutely perfect like this, so perfect that he already knows that he can’t hide you anymore.
You continue your pace, clutching onto his neck, nails moving to scrape his back. He moves his hands to grope your chest, teasing your nipples, before leaning in to suck on them. You throw your head back, the intensity boiling in your stomach. He continues to attack your chest with delicate, fast kisses, wanting to mark every inch of you with his lips. You keep riding him, hips rolling on his lap rhythmically. You’re collective sweaty foreheads touch, breath hitching as he starts to move his hips with yours.
“Hold onto me” he commands and you obey.
He starts to pump into you faster, watching you bounce on him even more. He could take you like this all night, holding your bare skin against his while he gives you all his affection and attention.
“You feel so perfect, if I could spend every night like this with you I would.”
“When we return home, we will be together every night. You’ll never sleep alone again, Marcus Acacius.”
“Neither will you”
His lips seal on your own, and he moans into you. He cups your face, intensifying the kiss. He knows he’s close, but is trying to last as long as possible. With the next weeks ahead, Marcus isn’t sure when you and him will be allowed a moment of intimacy like this. He wants to savor it, savor you.
“I-I’m close again” you utter, nearly breathless at this point.
Marcus nods his head. After a few more bounces, you’re falling apart on him, thighs clenching around him, thoughts evading you, your mind foggy. It triggers Marcus to finish as well, pulling out and letting the semen paint his stomach. You and him catch your breath, your forehead resting up against his again. He reaches over for a piece of cloth to wipe himself clean. After, the two of you rest, lying against each other, Marcus holding you tight. He kisses your forehead as you rub his chest. He looks down at you, smoothing your hair. He sighs and squeezes you tight. You look up at him and can tell he wants to say something.
“What is it, love?”
“I've been too afraid to say this until now, but I want you to know that out of everything in this world, I love you the most.“
You lean over to kiss him, cupping his face tenderly.
“I love you too Marcus Acacius. So much.”
You kiss him until he’s hard again, rolling over to mount him. Finally, the man you have loved more than a sunrise over Rome, undeniably loves you and only you. You and him embrace all night, and it isn’t until the sun comes up that you finally both decide to get a few moments of rest.
Summary: you return to coriolanus’s chambers after a lovely night and he shows you how much he’s addicted to you. later in the week, he makes a deal with you and you decide to take some precautions…
Warning: 21+ (implied drug use), smut, non-con, riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, slight cum play, spanking, use of nicknames (good girl, play thing), mirror sex, doggy, slight degradation, obsession, possessive behavior, toxic themes, stalking, kidnapping.
Word count: 4.6k
A/N: hello hello hello! part 5! so idk why my last fic didn’t do as well, but i still take suggestions so whatever y’all wanna read about let me know because maybe im falling off but damn y’all didn’t want a little coriolanus x you x sejanus :( ok well, I hope y’all enjoy this chapter and stay tuned the last chapter is gonna be different, like a choose your own ending (my ass couldn’t keep a surprise to save my life). oh and i added a chapter because I couldn’t fit everything into part 6. in the meantime the classic Summer High series is still in the works and I think imma actually do a pedro story next! yah! ok that’s all bye ❤︎︎
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The guards nod and escort you to Coriolanus’s chambers. As you walk, you feel like you’re floating, coming down from your high and entering a new sensation. Your lust drives every thought in your mind and is bringing your body to heat. Once you arrive at his door, you knock twice and he invites you in.
“How are you feeling, my love?”
You let out a drunken giggle and eye him. At this point you’ve completely transformed into feeling nothing but pure desire for him.
“That was a fun experience. The stars…they shimmered so bright. It was beautiful.”
He walks over to you, his overcoat now removed, along with his cufflinks. His shirt is slightly agape, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the top of his pecks. He smiles and walks towards you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on your waist.
“Tell me more about the stars.”
“They were like beautiful gems. They flickered and danced so brightly.”
“As beautiful as you, my darling?”
“I-I’m not sure about that…”
“I am. I’m incredibly sure.”
“Well…why don’t you show me?” You ask.
He sighs and immediately captures your lips. He holds your face tightly, moving his hands under your jaw and on your neck. You can barely breathe, but you love feeling devoured. He’s entranced by you, your scent, your taste. Coriolanus wants to explore every part of you. Ravish you, make you shake, and cry his name. He loves how loud you get, how you claw on his back, and ache for more. His passions get the best of him and he swoops you up, cupping your ass and swiftly walking you to his bed. You are laid flat on your back. You gasp as he crawls on top of you. You smirk and he starts to undress you. He pulls down the straps of your dress, kissing your skin as you are revealed to him.
“You feel so soft. So perfect.”
He pulls your dress down your body, until you are in nothing but your panties and bra. This has truly become his favorite sight. You, in a matching pair of lacy underwear, on his bed, ready for him.
He sits up on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt all the way, tossing it to the ground. Your breathing becomes laborious and you focus on his next moves. You can’t help but gawk at him, his body, perfectly toned, yet not too bulky. He crawls back on top of you, this time going straight to your neck. He wants to leave marks, sucking and biting hard. You squeal out and moan, your fingers raking through his hair. You cling to him, reveling in the pleasure he’s giving you, while patiently waiting for his mouth to explore further down your body.
“You taste so sweet. I know you want more…” you nod and he gasps moving his mouth to your collarbone and the valley of your breast. “Can’t get enough of you, my darling. Let me see these beautiful breasts.”
His hands snake under your hips and up to the clasp. You arch your back to allow him access. He expertly unhooks your bra, slipping it down your arms and tossing it to the ground. Immediately, he grabs your chest, kneading and massaging you. You whine and arch your back again. He smiles against your flesh, nipping at you. Your whimpers are truly music to his ears, and he intends to coax more out of you.
“So sensitive. I love how you respond to my touch. Mmm I have an idea…”
He crawls off you and sits back against the headboard.
“Come here” he pats his lap “lay over me you beautiful thing.”
You nod biting your lip, and crawl to him.
“On your stomach, ass up baby. There ya go. Good girl.” He whispers “I want to focus on your pleasure fully tonight.”
He grabs your ass, giving it a few firm pats. He lets out a soft moan as his fingers slowly find your folds. You grab his bicep, arching into his touch. He starts soft, stroking your pussy, then his touch becomes more aggressive. A wave of euphoria fills your body, your core becoming more and more wet. The sounds of it fill the air, and you feel his cock harden on your stomach.
“Mmm you feel that baby, you feel how you turn me on. Your wet cunt, making me so hard.”
“Mhmm…I love how you touch me, sir…”
He finds your clit, rubbing it feverishly. You let out moan after moan, jerking and bucking against his hand. He continues to manipulate your core, his fingers working hard on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and claw at his body. He loves how your nails dig into his thigh and arms. He loves how you don’t want to hold back. He removes his fingers for a moment, holds them to his mouth and spits on them. He places them back on your cunt, making you squeal again. Coriolanus is satisfied watching you like this, especially when you look so perfect laying ass up on his lap.
He moves his hand, slapping your ass a few times. He moans as his hand meets your cheeks, and you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach and you smile.
“You like that baby, like me treating you like my little play thing”
“Mhmm…oh” you moan as his fingers find your pussy again.
“Turn over.” He instructs “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”
You swing your body over, your ass now firmly against his hard on. You want it in you so bad, but also want more of what he’s offering you. He gives you a sinful smile, his icy blue eyes focused on you.
“Spread your legs a bit more.” He pats your thigh. You obey, stretching out your legs, readjusting your body on his lap. He lets out a sinister chuckle, before his hands swiftly move back to your throbbing core. He rubs you gently then applies more pressure. Your hips buck and he delicately slides a finger into you, then another. He curls them up and pumps his hands. The pleasure is overwhelming, you’ve never had a man make you feel this good.
“God, baby girl, you’re so tight and wet. Fuuuuck darling.”
His fingers continue to work you, your wetness gathering heavy on his fingers. He slides them up to your mouth.
“Taste yourself.” He commands
You nod, wrapping your mouth around his fingers. He lets out a guttural moan. He moves you off his lap, crawling around in front of you. Coriolanus pushes your hips down onto the bed, towering over you. His eyes meet your own and he dives in for a kiss. His lips seal on top of your own, moving furiously, desire overcoming his senses. He snakes his hands down to your thighs, spreading your legs so he can comfortably kneel in between them. He guides his cock to your entrance, stroking you for a moment, then slowly pushing in. You gasp at the sensation, tossing your head back, your eyes scrunching up.
“So perfect. I’ll never get tired of taking you.” Coriolanus utters.
His hips pick up speed, and before you know it, he’s pushing into you deeper and harder. He finds a good pace, hips slamming yours. You could stay like this all night, relish in the pleasure he’s giving you, feel him buried deep in your core. And Coriolanus wishes the same. You feel so warm and wet, Coriolanus is sure he’s never felt like this before with another woman. No one hasn’t felt as right for him as you.
You tilt your head to kiss him again, moaning into him as your whole body moves with his. You wrap your hands around his neck, his hand cradling your jaw. Your eyes meet, his now dark with lust. He quickly recaptures your lips, then moves to readjust you. Coriolanus holds you up on his lap, falling to sit, while you ride him. As you work your hips, he trails down, kissing your neck, collarbone, and valley of your breast. You start to change your pace, legs working to bounce on him. He cups your ass, watching you close in breathless anticipation.
“You’re so perfect like this, my darling. Oh you should see for yourself.”
That’s when the idea occurs to him. Coriolanus studies you, a sinister smile creeping up his lips. He glances over to the full length mirror in the corner of his chambers, then turns back to you with a small chuckle. He holds you against him as he moves off the bed, the whole time keeping himself buried inside you. With a gasp and a small yelp, you wrap your legs around him as he stands. He brings you both to the mirror, setting you down and only pulling out to turn you over.
“Stick your ass out, I’ll hold you up.”
You nod, obeying him. He slides back in, his arm holding your torso, his free hand clenching your jaw.
“Look at yourself baby. Fuck look at your beautiful body, your perfect tits, god you’re so sexy.”
You watch yourself as he ruts into you. His hips slapping against your ass. Coriolanus seems to notice how perfect that is too.
“And…” he slaps your cheek. “This ass bouncing against me”
He gives you a few more firm slaps, before ensuring that you’re watching yourself again.
“Look up baby.” He instructs, patting the side of your face tenderly. “Watch me fuck you. I want you to see how perfect you are. I want you to see why I’m becoming so god damn addicted to you.”
You nod, your eyes meeting him in the mirror. You go back and forth between watching him and then yourself. Being able to watch him defile you like this awakes a new feeling in you. Your body feels hotter, the sensation of his cock seeming to hit harder. You enjoy being able to see yourself in this drunken, fucked out state. You cry out in pleasure, your legs becoming shaky and unstable.
“Don’t give out just yet. Do we need to move back to bed?”
“It’s just hard to hold myself up like this.”
He nods, walking you back to the bed. Coriolanus bends you over, still keen on taking you from behind. The soft cushion of the mattress provides relief and you settle yourself to be more comfortable. He pats your ass, knowing that he will probably not last much longer. You feel it too, your own high slowly being teased out of you.
“I want you to finish with me, I want to feel you squeeze around me when I release inside of you. Think you can do that baby?” He whispers.
You nod vigorously, his pace keeping up until you finally clench around him, your body convulsing with euphoria. After a few thrusts, Coriolanus is spent himself, his cock pumping inside you, semen spewing into your core. When he pulls out, is leaking out of you. He coos at you, taking a finger and pushing it into your core.
Coriolanus leans down, his mouth whispering into your ear.
“That…” he starts, catching his breath. “Was so…fucking…perfect…” He kisses your shoulder blade. “Stay right here.”
He pulls away, heading into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s holding a few towels and a silver tray with a glass of water and pill on it.
“Here. Take this.” He sticks the tray out to you. You roll over, taking the pill and swallowing with the water. You turn back on your stomach, allowing yourself to sink into the bed. You feel as Coriolanus cleans you up, making sure his cum doesn’t drip onto the bed. He tosses the towel to the ground and climbs into bed. You crawl under the sheets with him, lying against his chest. He kisses the side of your head, stroking your hair.
“Mmm, how are you so perfect?” He asks
“I’m not trying to be.”
“But you are…so so perfect for me.”
The next day, you wake up feeling light. He keeps you busy once again, the Hunger Games drawing nearer which means he's also busy. You don’t see him again until dinner and the rest of the week has you like ships passing in the night. By the end of the week, you’ve probably modeled every dress and outfit that represents the districts and are worn out. Around midday, you received a message from him.
My darling, come meet me in my study before lunch.
-C.S.
You examine the note, studying a few times before handing it back to the maid with a smile of acknowledgement. You leave the shoot and head to his study, an entourage of guards waiting outside to escort you. Once you arrive, you’re in the room alone. Curious, you look around, peering out the window onto the garden. As you do, something catches your eye. Large pieces of paper sit on his desk, taking up a majority of the surface area. You look closer and realize they are blueprints. You at first suspect they are for the games, but upon further examination it’s the layout of his palace. You do a double take, studying it carefully. The first layout is directly outside in the gardens. There seems to be plans for an event, maybe a party to celebrate the start of the games. You can clearly see his ideas for a grand pavilion closest to the palace and instructions for seating arrangements. You’re not sure what to make of it, turning the page to reveal another set of blueprints. This one seems to be a layout of the ground floor. Two of the rooms have notes scribbled onto them saying: to be remodeled.
You’re puzzled by it all, curious as to why he’s making changes to the palace and arrangements for a party. Maybe that’s why he brought you here. To tell you what’s going on. Then you notice something peculiar. All the rooms are labeled, even the hallways and staircases, except one small rectangle. It sits at the end of a hall, almost hidden away, almost as if it was drawn by accident. But you know it’s not. You think for a moment, then realize what it must be.
His laboratory. The crypt-like room that he had shown you earlier that week. It was right there, just next to the kitchen. Your eyes widen, committing the map to memory as the sound of freedom calls to you once again. When you’re not around him and your mind is more clear, you find yourself at war with your emotions, and ultimately want to go back to your normal life. Settling in here, becoming comfortable and adjusted at the palace are all ways of coping, hoping he would uphold his promise to let you see your family again. Yet, those dreams seem to be fading away each day, your spell broken only when you have a true moment alone to yourself, which is rare since your time being here.
Then the door knob turns and you scurry back to the window. You turn your back, and just as you settle yourself, the door opens.
“Oh you made it here before me. What a wonderful surprise.” He beams as you turn around. As he approaches you, he smiles, taking his hand out for you to hold. You take it and he kisses your knuckles softly. You decide not to mention what you just saw, waiting for him to bring it up instead.
“How’s your day been, beautiful?”
“Fine, it’s been a busy week, I’m ready for a break if I’m honest.”
“Soon enough. Once the games are over things will be…” he starts, taking a step to you “different.”
You nod and he cups your face, placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.
“And you’ll get some time off, we both will”
You nod again, this time he kisses you full on the mouth.
“But I brought you here for a reason. Something we need to discuss.”
“What is it?” you inquire.
“Well, with the games coming up, a lot of people are wishing to meet with me, talk about the arena, talk about last minute additions to the spectacle of it all, and I find it easier to simply have a dinner party to meet with people. Which will be tomorrow night. I have a few dresses picked out for you to try on, but I need help with something and it comes with a reward if you can promise to behave.”
“A reward?” You repeat
He nods his head, hands falling to your shoulders.
“I’ve invited your family to come. I’ll be with you, but they will be here to see you.”
Your eyes widen, swelling with tears. You gasp at his words, hardly believing it.
“What-what am I to do to be able to see them?”
“Well for one you need to act right. Not letting that mouth runoff to tell everybody why your absence has been so prolonged. And secondly…” he starts, his eyes scanning your body. “I need you to act as a dutiful partner.”
“I don’t understand…”
“Since most of the elites of Panem are aware that I’ve taken a fondness to you, they’ll be watching you, more specifically watching me, and I want to make a good impression.”
You stare at him, still confused, waiting for him to explain more.
“I need you to help with some of the planning, they’ll want to see you’re involved with life here at the palace, so for the rest of the day and tomorrow you’ll be with kitchen staff and gardening staff, approving or denying any decisions made. Is that clear?”
“Yes sir.” You finally utter.
“Good girl.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m excited to see what you arrange for tomorrow night. In the meantime, I have lunch ready for you. I can't join the game-makers need me, but I’ll see you at dinner?” He nods and you nod back. “Perfect!” He kisses your forehead again. He escorts you out of the room and the guards escort you to the dining room for lunch.
You can barely eat, the thought of his requests bouncing around in your mind. And he’s letting you see your family. It feels all too good to be true. You stare down at your meal, bread, some various cheeses, and an arugula salad with steak cut up on top. You take a few nibbles of bread, some cheese and take a few bites of the salad before your stomach closes up at the thought of seeing your mother and father again. Your brother, your sister, your grandmother, and grandfather.
You leave the table, letting the guards escort you to wherever Coriolanus wants you next. The rest of the day, he has you tasting various desserts and wines for tomorrow evening, as well as picking out what color flowers should be at the guest tables. It all seems mundane, but you figure this is what his actual partner would be doing. It felt strange to be in this limbo between a real girlfriend and someone who has been forced into that role. He has a way of towing that line, reminding you of your place in this arrangement. Finally after making a decision on the lemon bars and lilacs, you’re taken back to your chambers. When you walk in, several dresses hang on a rack, ready to be tried on. One is a baby blue, with a sweetheart neckline and ruffles. It’s beautiful, but when you try it on, it makes you feel like you're taking up too much space. The next dress is a pale yellow, with puffed out sleeves and Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, but it washes you out. Then, it is the one that really catches your eye. A vintage mauve, with a beaded, motif corset. It was strapless, made of silk and had a slit that was more than halfway up the thigh. You try it on. It fits you perfectly, hugging your body in all the right places. You twirl in the mirror, and smile to yourself. After a few moments, you are summoned to dinner. You don’t talk much, but allow him to praise you on your taste in wine for tomorrow.
“Perfect choice for a summer evening. And the lilacs will look beautiful as a centerpiece for the tables. Did you pick out a dress?”
“I did.” You smile softly
“Good. I can’t wait to see it, I’m sure you look lovely in it.”
“Do you care to know which one I picked?”
“I’ll wait to be surprised.” He remarks, returning back to his praises of you.
After dinner, you and him ravish each other on his bed, this time he’s more sweet and gentle, yet still giving you an equal amount of pleasure as always. He falls asleep holding you, but you stay awake, your mind fixated upon the possibility of seeing your family tomorrow. Then you remember something else. The location of his laboratory. The map burns in your mind, begs for you to follow it and find the room. At this point, Coriolanus is fast asleep, and you scoot slowly from his arms. He doesn’t stir and your mind is set on finding the key to the door. You remember it well, shiny silver, as if it was brand new.
You sneak over to his dresser, searching for it, the top drawer has nothing but some handkerchiefs and essential oils. You look in the second drawer, a moleskin, quill and ink bottle, sit neatly next to each other. You grimace and shut it. You open the bottom drawer, and it’s filled with a hair comb and mirror.
You creep into his closet, looking through the drawers quietly, but quick and frantic at the same time. It’s nowhere to be found, and you can’t fathom where else it could be. You walk back into the bedroom, then look at the small desk in the corner. You stride over to it and wiggle the drawer trying to open it, but it’s locked. Your heart surges, something telling you, you found it. But now you need a key just to get to it. Or something like a key. You head back into the bathroom, looking for something to pick the lock. You spot a small metal nail file, swipe it and tip toe back to the desk. You rattle the lock with it for a bit and then, it clicks open.
Eager you pull the drawer out and there it is. The silver key. You snatch it quickly, and scurry to the bedroom door. You crack it open, and a guard is standing at attention. You think for a moment, contemplating what to do. Then you have a plan.
“Excuse me?” You whisper.
The guard turns to look at you. He’s surprised at first, then his face softens.
“I can’t sleep, I’m feeling a bit peckish. Could you escort me to the kitchen for a snack please?”
The guard nods his head, walking you to the kitchen. Once you arrive at the kitchen door he turns to open it but you stop him.
“I’m sorry to do this, but I’m desperately cold. Could you fetch me a blanket?”
“I can’t leave you alone.” He states plainly
“I promise I won’t go anywhere. I just don’t want to go into the fridge without something to cover up.”
He sighs and turns around to retrieve a blanket. That’s when you make your move. With the map in mind, you sneak around the corner and discover the iron clad door of Coriolanus’s laboratory. You take the key, place it in the lock and turn. It opens, and you do your best to sneak in without a sound. You know exactly what you’re looking for and head to the cabinet of vials. The deep red one sticks out like a sore thumb and you open the cabinet to take it. You slip in past your shirt, securing it in your bra. You close the cabinet, and hurry out of the laboratory, locking it behind you. You tiptoe back into place, and the guard returns only moments after you have reinstated your place. You try not to seem so out of breath, looking as innocent as possible. The guard opens the door to the kitchen, handing you a blanket and you slip in. You drape the blanket over your shoulders and scoot to the industrial fridge. You open it, the guard holding it for you and you grab a bite of cheese, some bread, and an apple.
You walk out, find a tray and plate and carry your snack back to Coriolanus’s chambers. Once back inside, set the tray on the floor, sneak over to the desk, putting the key back precisely as you found it. You take the nail file and try to close the lock back up, pulling on it to make sure it’s locked. A heavy sigh of relief washes over you, and you float back to the bed. Finally you feel well enough to eat, clutching your chest to feel for the vial. It’s still there and you need a place to hide it. You sit on the floor, snacking on your bread while you think. Coriolanus stirs in his sleep, readjusting his body. You look around the room and spot your day dress from today on the floor. You crawl over to it, searching for a place to hide the vial. You can’t find one when an idea strikes you. You look back at his desk, the nail file still perched on the tabletop. You grab it, and make a small hole on the inside of the breast. It acts as a makeshift pocket and you slide it in. You return the file back to his bathroom, then finish eating.
Once back in bed with Coriolanus, you take a long, deep breath. You look over at him, his back rising and falling slowly. Everything hits you at once and you feel shaky again. He could easily find out you stole from him, snuck around, and took his vial. He could keep you from your family forever, blackmail you, torture you, turn you into an avox. You think about them, wondering if any of the ones he has at the palace was a girl in your place, a potential partner who tried to defy him or run away. You swallow hard, the thought of it making you feel ill. Then, he scoots closer to you, humming as he feels the warmth of your skin. He stirs.
“Where did you go?” He asks quietly
Shit. Was he awake? Did he wake up? Did he know?
“Couldn’t sleep. Got a snack from the kitchen.”
He smirks, his smile lazy, dreamlike.
“I had a feeling. You didn’t eat much for dinner or lunch.”
“How do you know about lunch?”
“The maid told me.” he sighs. “I’m glad you helped yourself to some food. I like how you're becoming accustomed to the palace.” He murmurs. You fake a smile, and scoot towards him. In an instant you feel your worries melt, his hand touching your bicep so gently. You lean into him, and nod, feeling almost euphoric as you drift to sleep.
Summary: you, coriolanus, and sejanus have all become close friends at the university. coriolanus develops feelings for you and so does sejanus. the two boys decide to see which one of them you will kiss first. one evening things take a turn…
Warning: 18+, smut, praise kink, name calling/degenerations (slut, play thing), oral (m and f receiving), protected p in v, threesome, spanking, dirty talk, sub to dom, dom to sub, jealousy, slight obsession, possessiveness
Word count: 4.2k
A/N: hello lovelies! so I’ve been waiting to put out a coriolanus and sejanus story with the reader and got very inspired out of nowhere to actually write it so here it is. i feel like a broken record but yea im still working on other stories and will finish the Bird in a Cage series soon! Summer Highs is taking time, but i want to finish it! I have an old Billy story I could write too but maybe that will be way down the line whenever season three comes out! so enjoy this and oh yes i have other characters/ people I want to write for, so that will also be coming! ok that’s it ❣︎
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Things at The University were much different than at The Academy. For one, living away from home was a welcomed change for Coriolanus Snow. He had his own space, more freedom to stay up late, go out when he pleased. Except for the fact that he had to share said space with Sejanus Plinth, his new lifestyle suited him well. Yet, freshman year is proving difficult. The workload was piling up, and all the unnecessary classes were driving him insane. He wanted to study politics and government, not waste time on topics such as The History of Panem’s Birds, or Fashion Studies. It frustrates him, but at least he has Sejanus to talk to and hang around. And he also has you. Even though you and Coriolanus hadn’t talked much at The Academy, you were in a lot of classes and he had gotten to know you well. So well in fact that he was beginning to harbor feelings for you. How could he not. The way you’d walk, how you would talk, his thoughts were consumed by you. Your beautiful eyes that lit up whenever you figured something out. The way your sweet scent wafts off you whenever you flip your hair. He loves the way you would always ask HIM for help on your assignments, giving him an opportunity to stay late with you in the library. He loves watching your face scrunch up in confusion and loves how excited you get when you can finally get something right on your homework.
In addition to Coriolanus becoming close to you, Sejanus was also getting to know you from being around his best friend all the time. It wasn’t something Coriolanus was particularly fond of, but he didn’t quite know how to stop it without coming off as jealous and scaring you away. So he let Sejanus and you be friends for now, but when the opportunity was right, he’d make sure he would have you all to himself.
One afternoon, Coriolanus finds himself studying in his room. He has a paper due tomorrow for his Intro to Law class, and knew you did as well. He was waiting for you to come knock at his door and swoop him away to come study. To his dismay, Sejanus is the next person to enter the dorm.
“Oh hey” he announces.
Coriolanus acknowledges him, glancing up and nodding.
“Still working on that paper?”
“Yeah, I have five pages left still, honestly at this point I’d rather do a test. I’m not sure what direction to take this thing in.”
“I’m sure you’ll find the words. I’m guessing I won’t be seeing that movie tonight.”
“What do you mean?”
Sejanus mentions that you and himself are supposed to go see a movie tonight and Coriolanus’s eyes widen.
“But I guess if you're still working on that paper, so will she.”
“Was it just supposed to be like the two of you. Alone?”
“Yeah just me and her, she asked and I said maybe so…”
“Like a date?” Coriolanus spits out
“Well, no…just as friends.”
“Oh…she didn’t tell me about it.”
“Does she need to?” Sejanus smirks
That makes Coriolanus’s blood boil. He tempers his anger, focusing on his breath. He looks away and scoffs. Coriolanus shakes his head, looking back to his friend.
“Sorry if I knew you’d be this upset I would have invited you too.”
“No it’s fine” he lies. He starts to pack up his things.
“Coryo..” he utters.
“No really, it’s fine. I’m going to the library.” He huffs and leaves the dorm. Once he arrives, he scans the room for you. He spots you. Studying alone in the back corner. He rushes to you, trying not to draw attention to himself. You’re so focused you don’t even notice him. He clears his throat and you jump.
“Oh Coriolanus! Hello!” You smile
“You know you can just call me Coryo right.”
“Well I like how your full name sounds. Makes you seem important.”
He smirks at you.
“What brings you here?”
He takes a seat and whips out his parchment. You nod in recognition.
“I needed a more quiet space to work.”
“You mean an excuse to yap with me…” you correct.
He chuckles at you. His eye trails your face and down your body slightly. You notice and begin to blush.
“So, I uh heard you planned to go see a movie tonight…”
“Oh yeah, I wanted to go see this new romance, but I’m just swarmed. I feel bad, I hope Sejay isn’t too upset…”
“Well he saw me working on mine and realized it was likely to be a rain check.”
“I feel so bad, but this essay for Law is killing me. I feel so confused on what to talk about.”
“Me too. We’ll get it done.” He reassures.
You and him work until nearly midnight on your essays. As the time ticks by, you become more and more sleepy. Your yawing becomes more and more frequent and your eyelids become heavy. Coriolanus notices.
“You’re tired” he declares
“No, no, I’m ok” you yawn
“C’mon, let’s get you back to your dorm.” He starts to pack your things, then his own.
“Coriolanus…” you sigh
He insists and you can’t help but want to melt at seeing his bright blue eyes pleading with you to leave. You smile and then concede. You and him leave the library and walk to your dorm.
“I feel bad ditching Sejay…”
“You can make it up to him tomorrow.”
“Hey are you busy tomorrow? I would have invited you but a cheesy romance movie doesn’t seem like your thing.”
“Well if it’s what you want to see, I’d go with you” he beams
“You would?” You ask in surprise
He nods. Your smile nearly knocks him to his ass. You’re so gorgeous, especially in the moonlight. He bids you a good night and walks back to his own dorm. Once he returns, Sejanus is already in bed, reading a book. He glances up at his friend.
“Hey. How was the essay writing?”
“Fine. She still wants to see that movie tomorrow.”
“Oh really?”
He nods his head, glaring at him slightly. Sejanus doesn’t notice and goes back to reading his book. Coriolanus ponders whether to tell his friend about his feelings for you. He’d much rather have it just be you and him alone. He wants desperately to take just you to the movies. He decides to mention it.
“Hey, so I need to tell you something.”
“What’s up?”
Coriolanus proceeds to tell his friend about his crush on you. And then prepares to ask if he can’t take you to the movies instead.
“I really want to just hang out with her alone? So…can I take her?”
“Don’t you get enough alone time with her as is” Sejanus chuckles
“Yeah, but help me out with this one.”
“Well, maybe I was also hoping to get some alone time with her.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, you’re not the only one with feelings for her…” he mumbles, clasping the back of his neck. Coriolanus looks at Sejanus with heavy confusion, trying to find the words to say. He wants you to himself. You truly belong with him over anyone else. But then a thought crosses his mind. An offer he may not be able to refuse.
“I have an idea…”
“What’s up.”
“It’s a challenge. Since we both like her, we let her decide.”
“How so?”
“Which ever one of us can get her to kiss one of us first…gets to have her. No complains from the loser.”
Sejanus scrunches up his face as he contemplates the proposal. He looks away, still thinking.
“Well, what do you say…” Coriolanus holds out his hand, waiting for his roommates response.
“She has to kiss us. We can’t kiss her first it doesn’t count.”
Coriolanus nods in agreement.
“Win or lose, we’ll still be friends?”
“Always.”
With that Sejanus shakes Coriolanus’s hand. Over the course of that week, Coriolanus and Sejanus go out of their way to escort you to class, help you with homework, and be by your side as much as possible. And you are loving the extra attention. You’re confused as to why, but appreciate it. They make you feel like a queen. By the next week, they can’t seem to get enough of you. You’re barely left alone for more than a second and you realize that you may be starting to grow feelings for them. Feeling most friends don’t have with each other. You start to slowly develop feelings for both of them. You can’t decide who you like more. Both boys are just as handsome and oh so sweet to you. By the end of the third week, Coriolanus grows impatient.
You and him sit in the library studying for an upcoming exam.
“I need a study break” you sigh
“Yeah same, we could take a trip to town, get something to eat?”
“I’m kinda tired though. Can we just grab some snacks and head to your dorm?”
“Yeah sure. Sejay is probably there if that’s ok…”
“Fine by me”
They stop at the cafeteria, grab a few snacks and a coffee, then head back to Coriolanus’s dorm. The whole time, he watches her carefully, taken a back by how every little thing she does is somehow so in captivating. You have no idea how much you turn him on.
As they arrive at the dorm, she waltz in with a heavy sigh. Senjanus looks up from his bed, his nose peeking out from behind his book.
“Oh hey!” He startles
“Hi Sejay.” You beam, flashing him a flirtatious smile.
A small wave of jealousy boils inside Coriolanus, his heart swelling in his chest. He glances at his friend, who looks like a kid in a candy shop.
“Taking a study break.” You indicate holding out your snacks and coffee. “I got you a treat.” You add handing him a bag of cookies.
“Oh thanks!” He beams.
“Wow it’s been a while since the three of us hung out!”
“It has” Sejanus remarks, catching Coriolanus’s eye and recoiling slightly.
“If we’re bothering you we can head out and hang somewhere else.” Coriolanus suggest to Sejanus.
“No, please stay.”
You smirk, plopping down on his desk chair. Coriolanus climbs up to his bed, his legs dangling down as he sits perpendicular to Sejanus. You look at them, your head moving back and forth waiting for someone the speak. You take a sip of coffee and open your cheese and bread. You take a slow bite, eyeing the boys as you do.
“Why so quiet gentleman?”
“Nothing.” Coriolanus interjects fast
You eye him suspicious and he grabs the TV remote and flicks it on. An old movie is on and you slide over to the couch in the corner of their room.
“You should come watch with me.” You pat the seats next to you.
“Who?” Sejanus pipes up
“Both of you.”
Coriolanus gives him a stern look, as if the competition to kiss you first isn’t hanging in the air.
“I’m fine up here.” Sejanus lies
“Coryo…” you whisper, somewhat disapproving. You pout at him. “Why won’t you boys come sit with me? The first time in weeks we are all together and it’s like a stand off or something!”
“It’s nothing” Coriolanus lies.
You glance at him suspiciously then to Sejanus.
“Bullshit! Look I don’t know what’s going on but the last few weeks have been kinda weird and if I’m going to be treated like a total stranger, then I’ll just head out. You move to stand, causing Coriolanus to spring from his bed.
“Wait!”
Sejanus looks at him, bewilderment spreading across his face.
“I know things have been weird lately, but there’s a reason. We should be honest with you as friends at the very least.”
“What do you mean?”
Coriolanus sighs, holding the back of his neck.
“We sorta had a deal going on.” Sejanus explains quickly.
“A deal?”
“We, might both have feelings for you.”
“Oh” you sit back down on the couch, a look of utter surprise as you turn your head to Coriolanus, then Sejanus, then back to the other boy.
“And we’ve been trying to get you to kiss one of us, so then it could be settled and you’d pick one or the other.
“Oh…” you giggle holding your hand to your face. “You boys want to kiss me?”
“Well ideally, one of us would get to have you for ourselves.”
“Have me? Like you want a relationship…”
“Yes.” Sejanus pipes up, almost moaning.
You contemplate the idea for a moment, both boys watching you with hawk like precision. Your heart races, and you scoot back on the couch, parting your legs slightly and leaning forward, your cleavage just barely visible under your blouse. You tilt your head, batting your eyes at them.
“So you both have been trying to get me to kiss you. These last few weeks have been for my attention then?” You put the picture together in your mind, thinking back to all the strangely intimate moments you had with both boys. “What happens to the other one if they didn’t win me over”
“Nothing, just don’t be a sore loser” Coriolanus explains.
A devilish smile crawls up your face, you look at them both, temptation rising in your chest.
“So…” you begin slowly. “What happens if you both win?” You sit back on your hands, arching your chest up at them, legs spreading a bit wider.
“How would that work?” Coriolanus asks.
You turn to study his face, giving him a sultry smile. You motion with your finger for him to come towards you and he does. Then you do the same to Sejanus and he follows. The two boys tower over you, waiting in breathless anticipation for your next move.
“Maybe, I want both of you. At the same time.”
Your words barely register to them, the boys so taken aback by your suggestion that they look as if they’ve seen a ghost.
“What do you want us to do?” Coriolanus whispers
“You can sit here,” you pat the empty space next to you. “Sejay, why don’t you get on your knees.” Both boys glance at each other once, then dutifully following your requests. Sejanus slowly drops to his knees, Coriolanus slides onto the couch next to you. He rests his arm behind your head, waiting for your next command.
“I want you to start by kissing my neck and chest, and you…” she kicks her foot out to Sejanus, poking his chest. “Kiss my thighs…”
The two boys waste no time. Coriolanus starts to delicately undo the buttons on your blouse, Sejanus hiking your skirt up. Their mouths fall on you at the same time, their warm kisses turning your thoughts into mush. You let out a soft moan, Coriolanus’s hands gliding down to your bra. He palms you under your shirt and Sejanus works his way further up your inner thigh. One hand rests comfortably in Coriolanus’s hair, the other cupping Sejanus’s jaw. He works his way furiously up your thigh, lips getting closer to your core and Coriolanus pulls his lips down to the valley of your breasts. He finally undoes your shirt, slipping it past your shoulders. He kisses the newly revealed skin, slowly working his mouth. Sejanus has turned his attention to your other thigh. Feeling bold, he lets his teeth sink in a bit, greedy for more. You yelp at the sensation, your back arching, pushing your chest further into Coriolanus’s face. He snakes a hand behind your back, unhooking your bra, replacing it with his mouth. He sucks on your nipples, kneading them tenderly. Both boys look up at you, equally satisfied in the pleasure they are giving you. Suddenly, you move to stand, pulling your skirt down. Sejanus nearly loses his mind, watching as you reveal a delicate pair of red lace panties. He moves his hands to cup your ass, his jaw hanging agape. Coriolanus coos at the sight of you in nothing but your underwear.
You glance over to Coriolanus’s bed and smile, a slender finger resting under Coriolanus’s chin, your other hand back to cupping his face. You give them both a loving look.
“Let’s take this to a bed.” You whisper.
Before you know it you are leaning up against the wall, partially laying on the bed, both boys on either side of you.
“Take off your shirts” you command
The two boys frantically work at their buttons, racing the other. They tear them off, tossing them to the ground. You take a moment to admire them, Coriolanus’s lean, yet muscular frame inviting you to touch him. You look over at Sejanus, his broader build figure equally as tempting. You let out a soft hum as you glide your fingers over their bodies.
“Touch me.”
“Where?” Coriolanus mumbles.
You guide his hand to your core. Taking Sejanus’s hand and placing it on your breast. They waste no time exploring you, Coriolanus’s fingers brushing over your clothed clit. You moan at the sensation, bucking your hips as Coriolanus’s touch becomes more needy. Sejanus leans down to kiss your chest, while Coriolanus’s mouth attaches to your neck. Your hands rake through their scalps, drawing a guttural moan from both of them. You giggle, your laughter fading back into pleasure as Sejanus moves his mouth to your other breast.
“Oh boys…” you sigh
After a few moments of their hands on you, you lift their heads up to look at you. You smirk, eyes shifting from Sejanus’s hungry look to Coriolanus’s lust filled eyes. You decide to kiss Coriolanus first, drawing his mouth to yours. You pull back after a moment, turning to capture Sejanus’s lips next. You go back and forth with them for a while, making sure to given them an equal amount of attention and affection. The two boys are mesmerized as they watch you, your mouth hungry for both of them. You want more. They want more. You pull back, your hands gripping their chins lightly.
“Mmm you’re both so good at that. Sejanus, do you want to taste me while I suck off Coriolanus?”
He nods, his hands reaching for your hips to slide your panties off, while you fumble with Coriolanus’s belt. You spread your knees apart as Sejanus ducks down to kiss your core. At first he’s a bit sloppy, overwhelmed by getting to soak in your wettness. Coriolanus’s cock is hard under his boxers and you take a second to feel him. As you do, you stop Sejanus, tilting his face to look at you.
“Take your time with me. Slow, soft licks. Can you do that?”
He nods his head, returning his mouth, this time letting his tongue glide up your slit with care. You watch him, praising him, then pull down Coriolanus’s boxers. His cock springs free, and you stroke him. You glance up at him, his hand reaching to hold the back of your head, pushing your hair aside. You lick your lips before pushing his length into your mouth. You moan at his size, slowly bobbing your head on him. Sejanus continues to lick and kiss your core, his mouth closing around your clit and sucking on it like a hard candy. You yelp at the sensation, taking Coriolanus out of your mouth with a pop and a gasp. You continue to stroke him, entranced by Sejanus’s eager mouth. You slide Coriolanus’s cock back between your lips, taking him in deeper. You moan as you do, glancing between him and Sejanus.
Sejanus licks a long broad stripe up your core, then settles his mouth back on you. You cry out, hips bucking into his face again. You pull Coriolanus out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting to his tongue.
“Fuuuuck.” He groans, tilting his head back.
“Wanna taste me Coriolanus?”
He nods, a fire lit in his eyes. You tug on Sejanus’s curls, head shooting up immediately.
“Let him have a turn.”
He nods, crawling up to you and he switches places with his best friend. Coriolanus settles himself between your thighs, his fingers pressing to your wet slick. He rubs you for a moment, his own hand stroking himself. At the same time, Sejanus is pulling his pants down and without much warning his cock is free and in your mouth.
“Fuck baby, you look so good like that.”
A switch turns on in the two boys mind, a glimmer of something almost sinister lighting their irises. Coriolanus inches his lips up your thighs until his tongue finds your clit. He starts with small soft kitten licks, before his hunger overtakes him. Sejanus gets more aggressive, his hand clutching your jaw and pumping his length into you. Coriolanus notices his friends' rough actions, following suit and gripping your thighs tight. He pulls away to watch.
“Fuck that’s it. You take cock so well.”
“Her mouth is so good…” Sejanus chimes in
“I know…” Coriolanus sighs before diving back into your pussy.
Feeling cock drunk and dreamy you let the power turn into their hands, wanting to be used by them. You let yourself melt into your pleasures, the feeling of them both on you like this sending wave after wave of euphoria. Coriolanus’s skilled tongue flicks and sucks at your clit and you feel close to unraveling.
“Fuck baby, are you going to come?”
“I’m so close.” You whine.
“Fuck baby let him have it. Let him lap you up.” Sejanus murmurs
It doesn’t take much longer before your falling apart, voice gagged by Sejanus’s length in your mouth.
“Gooood girl….” Sejanus praises, pushing your hair back some more. He tugs at it, forcing your eyes to look at his. He pulls you off him, thumb trailing over your bottom lip.
“You’re so gorgeous being our little slut like this. I think she wants to feel some cock inside her. Is that what you want baby, wanna keep sucking me off while Coryo fucks your pretty pussy.”
You nod and watch Coriolanus scramble to his feet, pulling down his pants and boxers swiftly. He steps out of them while you move your body to get into position. Sejanus scoots over, having a seat, and you stick your ass up, ready for Coriolanus to take you. He dashes to his dresser for a second, grabbing two condoms, tossing one to Sejanus. He catches it, holding it in his hand and Coriolanus tears it open and wraps it on his cock. He positions himself behind you, giving your ass a few firm pats before sliding in.
You moan loudly, which is soon muffled by Sejanus pushing your head back on him. He loves the way you sound gagging on his cock and moaning from the sensation of Coriolanus fucking you. Coriolanus is precise in his actions, thrusting into you slow at first then he picks up his pace. His body slaps against your ass, your figure moving with him. You pop off Sejanus for a moment to look behind you.
“Fuck baby keep sucking his cock like a good girl.” You nod, returning your mouth back to Sejanus.
“Yeah just like that, fuck that feels good.” Sejanus whispers.
Coriolanus keeps rutting into you, grunting harshly. Sejanus sneaks a hand up to your ass, groping you and giving it a firm slap and you take him to the base of his length.
“Yeah that’s it. God, who would have thought she’d be such a slut hmm?”
“You hear that? Sejanus thinks you’re a perfect little slut for him too. Do you want to be? Want to be our new little play thing?” Coriolanus growls.
You nod, warnenting you a fresh slap to the ass from Coriolanus. He tugs your hair, pulling you flush against his chest. He tightens his grip, twisting your hair in his hands, roughly groping your tits.
“Say it. Say you want to be our good little slut.”
“I want to be a good little slut for you boys.”
“Good girl.”
After a few more deep thrusts, Coriolanus and Sejanus switch, Coriolanus’s hand resting on the small of your back, his hand in your hair. Sejanus rolls his condom on and snaps his hips against you, clutching your waist tightly. He watches your ass bounce on him. He slaps it once, twice and a third time, making you yelp. Coriolanus pulls you off him, hand wrapping around your jaw as he bores into your eyes.
“Fuck you’re so perfect like this.” He kisses you harshly, deep and sloppy.
“Shit I’m going to cum.” Sejanus pipes up
“Get on your knees baby, let us paint your body with our cum.” Coriolanus instructs
You obey, the two boys standing over you, Coriolanus making sure you look directly at them both. They pump their cocks furiously, their expressions contorting as you wait in anticipation, sticking out your tongue. Then, white hot liquid is spilling onto you. First from Sejanus, then Coriolanus follows. It lands in your mouth, all over your tongue and lips, dripping down your chest. Coriolanus sticks his thumb in your mouth, and you suck it. He coos at you, patting your cheek firmly.
“Well I guess this changes things hmm?” Coriolanus smirks, watching you beam back in agreement.
Summary: (au) The next morning, you and Coriolanus wake up and decide to spend the day together. At the pool after breakfast, your ex catches you and Coriolanus kiss, which causes a scene. After he’s take you back to his room…
Warning: 18+ (eventually smut), fluff, kissing, pet names (baby girl), toxic relationship, obsession, fantasies about readers body, possession
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: hello! slowly getting stories done! i want to say that even though i took a break, the continued support has been amazing. thank you to everyone who has helped this little blog grow! especially to those who have liked or commented on almost every post…i appreciate the kind words and dedication. as someone who is a fellow fan girl, hearing people say how they look forward to my writing or saying that me dropping a new post makes their day, warms my heart ♥︎ so enjoy this chapter and in the meantime go read Bird in a Cage if you are looking for more Coryo fics!
The next morning, Coriolanus wakes up with you resting on his chest. You’re asleep, your hair tickling his lips and nose. He can’t help it and kisses the top of your head, petting your hair. You stir slightly, nuzzling into his chest. You’re still sound asleep, and he watches your back rise and fall. Coriolanus continues to stroke your hair and smiles to himself. You’re sleeping soundly in his bed. Not only that, your body is completely on top of his own. He admires how at peace you look and not to mention how beautiful you are as the morning sunlight creeps through his blinds. He kisses your head again, then firmly presses his cheek against you, hugging you.
You eventually stir awake and find him with his hands tangled in your hair, his other hand stroking your back.
“Good morning, beautiful” he whispers
“Hey…good morning” you yawn “mmm you make a nice pillow” you giggle softly, scooting up on him more and kissing his cheek. He suddenly turns his face and your chin to kiss your mouth. You smile against his lips, kissing him back. You pull back for a moment, stroking his face.
“What time is it?” You ask
Coriolanus reaches for his phone on his side table. It reads 7:32 am. He tells you and you groan.
“So early. I told mom I was at a friend’s house so I can really be back at any time.”
“So, you can stay a bit?”
“Yeah. I was wondering if you wanted to get breakfast maybe. I’m so hungry”
Coriolanus smiles, kissing you again.
“We can get breakfast”
You and him lay there for a while, at least another thirty minutes. Occasionally kissing each other, Coriolanus commenting on how beautiful you are, how happy he is you’re here with him. You eventually need to use the bathroom and you get up. Coriolanus is all too satisfied with himself. He reaches for his phone again and checks his notifications, placing his hand behind his head. As he scrolls through Instagram and sees people are still talking about his Yik Yak post. A small tinge of guilt hits him and he closes out of the app. He goes to check the original post and the likes have only gone up. He’s pretty sure the entire high school knows, and not just the recent graduated seniors. He closes out and clears his app history. You come back into his room and smile at him. He looks past his phone at you and smiles back.
“Would you want something to change into. I bet Tigris has something that would fit…”
“Yeah that would be nice”
“I’ll grab you something.”
He jumps out of bed and out of his room, dashing across the hall. He knocks on his cousin's door frantically. Tigris call out “it’s open!” and he opens her door. She’s currently sipping on a cup of tea and sketching dresses in her bed.
“You’re up early.” She remarks
“Yeah, hey so I have umm someone over and I need some clothes for her.”
“You have a girl over? Who?”
Coriolanus utters your name and quietly, Tigris gasps.
“She slept over?”
“Yeah, are you gonna tell Gran?”
She scoffs and rolls her eyes, getting up and going to her closet.
“And purposely upset her. I’m not your mother Coriolanus.” She smirks, tossing him a purple tank top and jean shorts.
“Thanks cus.”
“I wanna know more later though.”
He nods, then turns back to go to his room. You are sitting on the edge of his bed, scrolling on your phone. He hands you the outfit and you go to change.
“Hey, do you have some deodorant I can borrow? Maybe a toothbrush and some toothpaste too? Sorry, I really just got excited and wanted to come home with you.”
“Yeah. You can use my deodorant and toothpaste. I’ll see if we have an extra toothbrush. Gran tends to forget once she bought things she needs, so we always have extra shit just laying around”
You nod and head into his bathroom. He leaves his room and heads downstairs to their linens closet. Coriolanus’s house was not messy by any means, his grandmother is in fact a relatively structured lady and was keen on keeping a tidy house, however all the knickknacks, photos, and pieces of old memorabilia scattered around the house made it feel full. And his grandmother seemed to develop a knack for buying things she didn’t need or duplicates since her working memory was becoming worse.
He knows that he saw her buy some new toothbrushes for cleaning last week and figured he could use one of those. He finds them behind the fifth box of tissues and takes one still in the packaging, take it out, throwing away the plastic coving and cardboard backing. He heads up back to his room and knocks on his bathroom door. You step out for a second, thank him and smile.
Coriolanus decides to change clothes himself, stripping himself of his navy button up. He goes to his closet and picks out a black tee and pair of black shorts. You watch him as he changes, admiring his toned body. He strips out of his pants, changing into the shorts. For a brief moment you can see his bulge in his boxers. You smirk to yourself as you turn back to the mirror and continue brushing your teeth. Coriolanus saw you gawk at him and he loves that your attention is on him like that. Your eyes are so telling, your look so recognizable. The same look Coriolanus himself has given you many times over the years. He zips up his pants and heads into his bathroom. You scoot over as he checks himself out. He grabs his own toothbrush and toothpaste and starts his morning routine. Brush his teeth, deodorant, wash his face.
“You actually use face wash. I didn’t think boys cared about that stuff.”
“I hate pimples. They always irritate my face.”
“Well I love a man that keeps up on his appearance” you smile.
Once you’re both ready, you and him head out of his house and off to Bill’s Pancakes, the local diner. It almost feels like a date once you both are seated in a booth, Coriolanus suddenly gets nervous and feels like he doesn’t know what to say to you. You look incredibly cute in that tank top though and he decides to let you know.
“Thank you!”
He then notices you’re still wearing the necklace from last night and smiles to himself.
“So do you have any plans today?” You ask
Coriolanus shakes his head, as he starts to look at the menu.
“I mean if you want we can still hang out after this. I kinda don’t want this time to end just yet.”
“Yeah we can hang out! What were you thinking?”
“The pool at the club allows me to bring a guest. Would you want to come?”
“Sure I’d be down”
“Ok we can stop back by your house so you can change and then mine so I can get my bikini?
“Sounds like a plan”
You and him continue to chat until a waiter comes to take your orders. All in all, breakfast is delicious and now that you asked him to come swim, all he can think about is you in a bikini. He’s always thought about how incredible your body is. He’s seen glimpses of it based on some of the clothes you wear and filled in the rest with his imagination. He has a small idea about how perky and perfect your breasts are, and could tell you had a nice ass. And the thought of you wet in a bikini is almost overwhelming. The entire time at breakfast, he tried to concentrate on his food and the conversation, but is now all too eager to get home.
Once he pays and you both leave, his excitement only gets stronger. Maybe you’ll even let him pick out what you wear. Invite him into your house. You watched him change, maybe you’ll return the favor. He nearly misses his turn into his neighborhood at the thought of your bare body. He parks, tells you he’ll be right back, and rushes into his house to grab a pair of black swim shorts. He quickly returns and starts the car back up. He drives to your neighborhood and as he arrives, Sejanus is shooting hoops outside. He watches as his best friend’s car pulls into your driveway. He waves and you both wave back at him. Sejanus looks upon with confusion. You tell Coriolanus you’ll be right back as you dash up to your front door. You don’t end up inviting him in, to his disappointment, but regardless he’s still just as excited to see you in a bikini. He looks out his rear view mirror and sees Sejanus still standing there dumbfounded. He turns off the car and gets out, walking over to his friend.
“Hey!” He smiles
“Were you going to tell me about her?”
“Of course, I just haven’t had an opportunity to text you. We went to get breakfast and now she invited me to the country club pool.” Coriolanus explains
“Oh!” Sejanus exclaims
Coriolanus gives him a proud nod and looks back to see if you’ve returned to the car. Just then your front door opens and you trot outside. Coriolanus watches you bidding Sejanus a farewell, and jog back over to his truck. You hop in with him and he smiles at you.
“I got us some towels and sunscreen!” you explain holding up your swim bag. He nods and starts the car. Before he can put it in drive, you delicately turn his chin, and kiss him. He kisses you back, but you pull away, leaving him wanting more.
“What was that for?” Coriolanus inquires
“Because, why not. You’re so handsome.”
He can’t help but smile at you, blush almost. At the same time, his chest swells with pride, loving that you think he’s so attractive.
“You really think so?”
“Mhmm.” You nod
“Yeah…” he starts stroking your cheek. “but you’re even more gorgeous.”
You give him a playful, girlish giggle and kiss him quickly again.
He starts the truck and pulls out of your driveway. He heads to the country club and when he pulls into the parking lot, he initially pulls into a spot in the back for guests.
“Oh, you can park in our spot.” You remark
“You have your own spot?”
Mhmm. Go to the members lot. I’ll show you where to go. “
He follows your instructions and pulls into a numbered spot that reads “members only.” He parks the car and the two of you walk around the back gate to the pool. It’s a nice area, with brick pavilions, a bar, chairs for lounging, and even an area for kids. It wasn’t too big, not like the public pool at the park. In the summer, as a boy, Coriolanus and Tigris’s grandparents would take them together before their Grandfather passed away. Except it was more crowded, more loud, and filled with mostly pee.
“The men’s bathroom is that way. I’m going to change.” You declare, pointing as you press a key fob up to the gate. Coriolanus nods and walks in the direction you pointed while you head off to the women’s restroom. He changes quickly and then awkwardly waits for you to come back out. He feels so out of place at the country club, even though he’s tagged along with Sejanus before. Finally, you come out and Coriolanus is taken aback. Your body is stunning in your blue bikini, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. It was just modest enough, but fit you perfectly. Your breasts sat perfectly on your chest and he can see how perky and round they are. Just like he knew they would be. Just as he imagined. He tries to contain himself, hoping not to develop a hard on through his swim shorts, but you’re so damn tempting. You walk to him, swaying your hips.
“Let’s find some chairs. Do you think you could help me with my sunscreen?”
“Of course.”
You and him find some empty chairs and sit down. You get the towels and sunscreen from your bag, handing him one. You start to apply the sunscreen to your body, working it into your arms and chest. He’s mesmerized by you, watching closely as you apply the white cream on your chest and cleavage. You notice him and smirk. Then you readjust and turn around, handing him the bottle. He squeezes the sunscreen into his hand and you lift up your hair. He slowly applies it to your back, feeling his cock hardened as he does. He rubs your shoulders, back and down to your lower waist. He can’t help but notice how sensual this simple act has become. His hands are so delicate as they move across your skin. You’re so smooth, so soft, and he could feel you all day like this. He applies some extra sunscreen, just so he can continue to feel you. You sigh and hum into the feeling of his hands. You giggle at the coldness and his touch, then turn around when he’s done.
“My turn.” you declare
Coriolanus nods, his mind hazy.
“Stay still.” You instruct, squirting the cream into your hand. You rub it on his chest and shoulders, admiring his toned build, excited that you get to see him shirtless again. You focus on your own touch, making sure he feels good as you lather him up. You’re so soft and gentle and he loves how your finger rubs into him.
“If you wanted an excuse to touch my chest you could have asked me” he smirks playfully
“Noted, now let that sit in for a bit.”
After a few moments, you both get into the pool, swimming around and chatting. He loves how gracefully you flow through the water, and still can’t get over how fucking sexy you look in your bikini. You’re caught up in him as well. His piercing blue eyes, his charming smile. At one point you swim over to him and give him a quick kiss.
“What was that for?” He asks
“Again, because I can” you smile kissing him again
Little did you and him know that Devon was entering the pool area, fresh out of a round of golf. He spots you, then sees Coriolanus. You kiss Coriolanus again, and that gets him fuming.
“Hey!” He storms over to you
You whip your head around and see him. You gasp and move behind Coriolanus.
“Hey, let's go back to your place.” You whisper
Coriolanus looks up and frowns at Devon as he stalks over him.
“What the hell are you doing kissing my girl, Snow?” He pouts, starting to draw attention to himself and you.
“She’s not your girl. You don’t own her.”
“Hey!” He shouts at you ignoring Coriolanus’s remark. “You can at least talk to me! C’mon you can’t just avoid me.”
“Stop talking to her.” Coriolanus speaks up, getting out of the pool, while you scurry off to gather your belongings.
“Don’t tell me what to do.” He shoves Coriolanus. “Get out of my face, and get your tongue out of my girl's mouth!”
“She’s NOT your girl.” Coriolanus shoves back.
“You really wanna do this, Snow, embarrass yourself and your family name more than it already is. Now that’s a gamble I don’t think you willing to take.”
That pisses him off. Before he can take action, going to throw a punch, your hand grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the exit.
“I said I don’t want anything to do with you anymore Devon. Leave us alone.” You tell him off “C’mon”
You rush off with Coriolanus, the sound of Devon’s anger trailing behind with the last thing you hear him say being “This isn’t over. We still need to talk. You can’t ignore me forever.”
“I’m sorry…” you apologize as you get into his truck.
“For what?”
“For that becoming a scene. So embarrassing.”
“But you didn’t do anything.” Coriolanus cups your face, consoling you.
“I just feel like this is my fault.”
“C’mon, let’s go back to my house and take your mind off things.”
You nod, holding back your tears. Coriolanus drives you both to his house as fast as possible, ushering you inside and up to his room. He closes his room and you immediately burst out into tears.
“Hey, hey, please don’t cry, baby.”
You sniffle and a stream of tears runs down your face.
“I’m sorry it’s just…just…everything has been so crazy since the breakup.”
“I know I know. But it’s not your fault.”
You and him both have a seat on his bed, leaning against his chest with your hands buried on your face. He wraps an arm around you and hugs you.
“Sweet girl, please don’t cry.”
“It’s hard not to. I’m sorry I’m such a mess”
“You’re not a mess” he kisses your forehead, pulling you closer.
You sniffle against him as he pets your hair. A whirlwind of emotions surges over you and you can’t help but let you an even louder sob. He rocks you, trying his very best to console you. You bawl into him and he hugs you tight, whispering to you softly.
“It’s ok. I won’t ever let him get to you ok. Not to while you’re with me.”
“You mean that?” You utter
He nods and you lean up to kiss him. He moans unexpectedly, but once you don’t pull back, he kisses you back fully. He can tell you’re still swimming in emotions, your kiss so fierce and passionate. You shift and move your body onto the bed more. He scoots back to accommodate you and then you do something he doesn’t expect. You straddle him, cupping his face as your lips refuse to leave his. He moans in surprise, raking his fingers through your hair. He pulls you closer and moans into your mouth. You kiss him fiercely, and your lips move at a desperate pace. He can barely keep up and pulls back. He looks at you, cupping your face and meeting your gaze.
“What's up, baby girl?”
You blush and immediately kiss him again.
“I need you” you mumble into his mouth.
He’s completely overwhelmed and barely utters out a “are you sure?” as you feverishly nod your head. Then, he is pleasantly surprised when you push him onto the bed.
This is what he’s dreamed of. You, totally in need of him, his lips, his body, his arms wrapping you close to his chest, and his body tangled with your own. You can’t help but to start to slowly grind on his hips. He grins against your mouth, eager for more of you.
Summary: You’ve been Coriolanus’s guest for a while now, yet you still feel drawn to him rather than wanting to escape. One evening after you express how much you miss your family, Coriolanus decides to get your mind off things and shows off his lab.
Word count: 3.4k
Warning: 21+ (use of drugs), mentions of smut, non-con, degeneration, nicknames(slut, good girl), mentions of oral (f! receiving), use of aphrodisiacs, stalking, possession, dark themes, toxic themes, kidnapping
A/N: omg…I can’t believe i’m back to posting. i can’t believe y’all are still reading and some have been waiting a while for an update on anything so…here. this series is will be finished first before i get to Summer Highs and everything else i promised. it’s been such a struggle since i last put anything out, and im still working on feeling mentally better, but i do want to get back into writing. i hope you guys enjoy this and my suggestions are still open. i’m also welcoming any ideas for Summer Highs or a Joel fic and i may start writing for Nicholas Alexander Chavez 👀 so stayed tuned ♥︎
P.S. this was inspired by the Michael’s crafts white Halloween decor so iykyk
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After that morning, you felt different. Different about him and to a certain extent, the circumstances that brought you here.
Over the next two weeks, you slowly give up on your plans to escape. Seeing as you were under constant guard and his own watchful eye, escape felt impossible and eventually your family had been told that President Snow was hosting people near his palace as The Games approach. And somehow his web of lies worked. You still hadn’t seen them and you were starting to miss them dearly.
Coriolanus notices and does his absolute best to distract you. He sets up modeling gigs for you during most of the week, then he starts to pamper you. Every night treating you to the most scrumptious meals and the most relaxing baths. He starts to dress you more often, making sure to adorn you in the finest silk, cashmere, cotton and jewelry Panem has. He makes sure you get plenty of sleep and makes sure that the modeling gigs keep you front and center in the fashion magazines. This is all you could have dreamed of. You fall under his spell, yet the idea of freedom lingers in your mind. At the same time, it seems to miraculously fade away the moment he lays you down on his bed. In addition to luxurious treatment, Coriolanus knew how to take a woman to bed. His tongue was a drug, his mouth, a vice. He would lay you on your back, spread your legs and spend hours pleasing you. He loves your taste. Slightly bitter, but oh so sweet. He would take his time, dancing his tongue against your folds and diving into your cunt. He loves to make you moan and squeal.
Coriolanus always makes sure you let it out. He wants the whole palace to hear how good he makes you feel. He would hold you down, sometimes tie your wrists to the bed. He loves the power he holds over you, and loves seeing you bare on his bed. And you were starting to look forward to him inviting you into his room every evening. Your core was always throbbing for him, wanting to feel his full length buried deep inside you. He loved to feel your tight warmth, he loved how you clenched and gripped him. He loved how your face scrunched up, distorted from feeling so good. He would sometimes plunge a finger or two into your mouth, making you suck on them while he picks up the pace. His hips slamming into you as he commanded you to degrade yourself.
“Tell me you’re a good little slut.”
“I’m a good little slut, sir.”
He liked when you called him that. Even though he told you to call him Coriolanus, in the bedroom he required Mr. President or Sir.
“Tell me how good it feels.”
“Your cock feels so good Mr. President. So so good”
“Good girl”
One night at dinner, you stare thoughtfully at the young blonde and take small sips of your Gazpacho. Coriolanus notices and stops eating. You raise and eyebrow at him.
“Sir…?” You question. He looks up at you. “Coriolanus.” You correct yourself and he smiles
“What’s wrong my dear?”
“N-n-nothing is wrong. I just have something on my mind”
“Well…tell me.” He demands
“It’s just…it’s been a while since I’ve seen my family…I’ve been missing them.”
“I bet you have, but my darling…” he holds out his hand and you take it “Not quite yet…” he tells you, giving you a playful smile.
“When though…I feel like they must be worried about me and I just want- “
Coriolanus’s face drops and he gives you a stern look, squeezing your hand. You whine at the pain.
“Watch it, my dear…you are getting ahead of yourself now. You have been so good for me. Do not mess it up.”
“But I just want- “
“It’s not about what you want. Don’t you understand?”
Your heart sinks and eyes well with tears. You want to cry but won’t in front of him. You won’t show that weakness. You collect yourself quickly and nod.
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll be able to see them again. When I think you’re ready. Am I clear?”
You nod your head and look down in your lap. He clears his throat, and you look back up at him.
“I said, am I clear?”
“Yes sir” you quip up.
“Good girl. I have something to show you after dinner.”
“I look forward to it” you tremble slightly as you say it.
After dinner, he stands up and walks next to you, holding out his hand.
“I want you to follow me.”
You nod and obey. He holds your hand, guides you up and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a silk black blindfold and smiles. Without a word, you turn around and he places it over your eyes.
“I’ve noticed how your eyes wander whenever we walk through the palace. I’ve seen eyes like that before. And they always leave me. Or try to. I’m not ready to let you go quite yet and I really don’t want to have to punish you if you have any ideas.”
“I-“
“You don’t have to explain yourself. I can tell you’re wanting to settle in. But I see your eyes. And how they linger and plot.”
“I-I’m sorry…it’s just my family, my life, everything has slipped away from me.”
Then you feel his firm grip wrap under your chin. He pulls you against his chest and nestles his face in the crook of your neck. He places a delicate kiss under your chin then whispers in your ear.
“My darling, I know you surely miss the life you had, but have I not shown you enough of what this life offers. Are you not satisfied with what I’ve given you? What more I could give. I’ll always take care of you. Don’t you want that?”
You sigh and nod almost unconsciously. You’re completely under his trance.
“Good. Now come with me.”
He takes your hand, guiding you through the palace. You intensely listen to the clapping of your collective footsteps as you pace down the hall. After a few moments the air grows cold and quiet. You hear an old iron door creek open, then slam shut as you both walk inside. Coriolanus steps behind you and takes off your blindfold. You blink and look around. The room is ghostly white, as if it’s been draped in old sheets. A chill crawls down your spine and Coriolanus soaks in your look of terror and confusion. As you look around the room, you notice a variety of statues and decor. It almost looks like it could be a dungeon or a crypt.
“What is this place?”
“This is my lab. I’m quite fond of experimenting.”
“Experimenting?”
“A habit from my school days. I used to study under Dr. Volumnia Gaul. She would always have something new she was working on. Especially during the Hunger Games season.”
“Oh-“ you gasp
He pauses and watches you as you walk around the room. You are immediately drawn to the back where a tall statue of a woman sitting, draped in a veil, and holding a skull. You recognize the stone as marble, feeling haunted by its stillness. At the base lies a bouquet of faded pink flowers, not quite as white as the ones in the garden. These flowers almost look dead, but still have a bit of life left. Next to her, a row of glass cabinets. You glance at them and inside is a variety of test tubes, flasks, and cylinders. Upon a closer look, some of the test tubes are filled up with what appears to be crystals, rocks, some mushrooms, butterfly wings, spider legs, and other dead bugs. You grimace and look away. Next to the tubes are a variety of silver tools hung up on the wall. A variety of scissors, knives, and scapulas, which are all polished and reflect back at you.
You turn around and look at the other side of the room. Another statue stands tall. Another veiled woman, like a bride, holding out her own stone bouquet. At her base, a skull with a snake weaving out of the eye socket and through the mouth. Feeling slightly terrified, you look away and immediately your eyes fall upon the shelves littered with small animal bones, skulls, more jars of dead insects, gems, jewelry, and coins. Everything seems to have its place. Then you glance over to Coriolanus, standing as still as the statues. He watches you intensely with a sly smile across his face.
“Why did you bring me here?”
Without a word, he walks over to one of his glass cases and opens it. He pulls out a small vial filled with a dark red liquid.
“I have a new concoction. I made my first sample yesterday.” He holds the vial up delicately in his hand.
Your eyes widen and you give him a puzzling look.
“What is it?”
“Well based on the ingredients, a wave of euphoria, a calming sensation throughout your whole body. Similar to the chocolate I gave you, but more long lasting and with a bit more visuals…”
“Visuals?” You question
“Yes, normal everyday things may look more interesting, more intense. You’ll be fine of course. I’ll be hear, watching after you.”
“W-why do you want me to try?”
“Because, I think you’d like this. It heightens your sensations in a way I think will be good for you….”
“So you’re using me as a test subject.”
“No. I always try it on myself first if I can, and then…I like to share.”
“And what happens if I say…no…” you hesitate
He looks at you with confusion, striding over to you. His eyes never leave your own as a chill creeps down your spine. He pauses, his face inches away from your own. He tucks a hair behind your ear and kisses you gently. He pulls back, hand caressing your chin.
“Then you say no…” he kisses you again quickly. He holds the vial up to you, looking at it like it’s a delicious treat. You look at him then the vial. In a moment of pure impulse, you take it from his fingers. He abruptly turns to face you, and you make full eye contact with him, sipping the red liquid. The taste is so strong, and warm. As it slides down your throat it almost burns your esophagus like acid and you hold back a cough. He gazes upon you in awe, smirking at you, eyeing you
“Good girl”
“H-how long until the effects kick in?”
“About thirty to forty five minutes. We will stay here for now.”
You nod and slowly lean into his lips. This time you kiss him. It’s slow, graceful, and unexpected. Coriolanus revels in it, he loves that you are starting to love him back. He chuckles to himself and pulls back.
“I love when you kiss me and mean it. I love that you want me.”
“It comforts me in a way. To have formed a relationship with you. Even though you…you..”
“Stole you away?” He finishes your sentence
You nod and look away. He grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
“But you’ve seen what I can offer you. Haven’t you. You can’t resist it. You can’t resist me. Can you?”
You nod slowly as he captures your lips in a fierce manner. You can barely breathe as his lips move against yours. You welcome it all the same. His aggression. His passion. He wants to consume you. Own you. And he does.
“You love it…don’t you..”
“Y-Y-yes, this has truly been the most luxurious and cared for I’ve felt in my life.”
“Good, as it should be.” He resumes his lips, consuming your own. You and him stay like this for a while. Passionately clinging to each other's lips. His hands move to clutch your hips and he eventually pulls back again to look at you.
“How do you feel?”
You take a moment to look at your surroundings. Things feel normal. Until they don’t. The room looks different. The lights feel more intense, and then when you stare too long, things begin to swirl. Only slightly. Only enough to make you intrigued by what was seemingly normal surroundings. Everything has become the most interesting thing that you could look at right now. As you continue to look around the room, looking at the various glass cabinets, lab experiments, everything, even the statues, seems to move. As if they are growing and swirling in the space around you. Time feels like it slows down and your immediate reaction is to smile at it all. Something about the way the room moves makes you giggle, and feel light.
“Good” you nod
“You’re starting to feel the effects aren’t you”
“I-I think so yes…”
“Good. It made me feel curious. Do you feel curious?”
You nod and he grabs your chin again.
“Speak up”
“Yes, Coriolanus, it makes me feel good. I feel curious as well.”
“Let me give you a tour of the lab now that you’re in the right mindset.”
He takes your hand and walks you around his lab. He tells you about the various experiments, tools, and ingredients that he uses. Even in this state, you can see how passionate he is. How much he enjoys talking about this side of himself, sharing it with you specifically. And just as he told you, you do find yourself curious in a new way under the influence of the concoction. Everything that you observe feels as though it has its own personality and yet somehow it’s all connected to the other experiments and the whole room. You can’t really explain it.
Then he takes you over to another set of cabinets. Only this time. They are locked behind an iron cage, painted white to match everything else in the room. He pulls a key from his pocket. Coriolanus unlocks the cabinet and behind the doors are rows and rows of vials similar to the one that he showed you, except each one is labeled differently. They are all different colors as well, ranging from red to purple to green and even midnight black. Yet, one vial sticks out to you in particular. It’s as clear as the glass that contains it and for a second, you’re not even sure that there’s anything in it. Upon further inspection, you can see the rim of liquid that fills to the top just below the cork. It intrigues and entices you. You wonder what it is. Coriolanus, picks up on your curiosity.
“I called that one liquid death”
“Liquid death?” you ask
“Yes, it took me a while to finally come up with the perfect concoction, especially to make it appear as it does. I wanted to make something that was hidden in plain sight so that when one's… enemies need to be… eliminated… They would never know what is coming. So, I was able to create a tasteless, colorless, concoction that can take ones…problems out in an instant.” He explains
You look at him with a hit of fear, then you smile and giggle.
“That’s so smart, Coriolanus.” But you only half mean it
He smiles back, giddy at your excitement. Meanwhile, in the back of your mind the sound of freedom rings again. This could be your answer. You could poison him and be free. How would you get to it though, how would you get back here without him knowing? And how would you get the key to the lab? Is it the same key as the one to open this cabinet? Your thoughts shift as he takes your hand again leading you out of the room. He locks up the cabinet quickly. You still feel the effects of the concoction he gave and as he pulls you away you look back one last time at the lab. You look at the silver key, in his hand, but only for a brief moment before he stops to stand in front of you. He pulls the blindfold out of his pocket and wraps it around your eyes as he slips the key into his pocket. You try to commit the key to memory, the shine, the shape. It’s the same one he used for the cabinet, and he uses it now to close up the lab.
“Let’s go to the garden. I think you’ll like it under this state.”
When you arrive at the garden, he takes the blindfold off and you feel the cool air hit your face. You look out onto the familiar white roses. As you walk around, taking a closer look, they appear to swirl and dance. You let out a small laugh of disbelief and amazement.
“You like it?” He asks
You nod and he takes your hand. He guides you around and even though you’ve become quite familiar, it feels like a whole new experience.
“So how long will the effects last?” You ask
“About another hour, then you’ll feel normal, well almost normal.”
“What does that mean?” You question
“Well, when I took it I felt…needy for you after.”
“Needy for me?”
“Mhmm…but you were modeling so I didn’t want to bother you.”
“Oh…” you say plainly
“So..” he kisses your knuckles. “I do hope you will join me in my bedroom tonight.”
And just like that he switches the flip. You blush, and feel vulnerable to his charm. You let out a soft, innocent. laugh and look away.
“I thought that was a given”
“Well my dear, I hope you know, you always have a choice. And it seems like you keep choosing me…”
You gaze back up at him, smiling slightly. You lean up and kiss him. This time you make it soft and sweet. You slowly move your lips against his, letting him savor you. His hands move to your waist and pull you closer to him. After one last soft kiss he leans back and sighs.
“You’re so much different than the others. You want to escape, but don’t. Yet, you don’t praise me in the way the others conceded. And even then, some part of you cares about me. Do you realize how perfect you are?”
“I-I don’t think I’m perfect.”
“You are for me…I always wanted to find someone who could challenge me in a way. You are so curious to me. Do you know how many times the girls I’ve had stay here, try to run away the next day. Or how many times they gave in, thinking that I would choose them and let them have their lives back. But you, you just wait, wait to see what my next move will be and you’ve grown to become fond of me.”
He kisses your cheek.
“I know you do want your life back, I know this isn’t how you envisioned yourself, but it’s growing on you. I can see.”
“You are much kinder than I would have thought given how you…”
“Like to take what isn’t mine.” He finishes your sentence
You nod. He brushes your hair behind your ear and smiles. He gives you a quick kiss, then steps back to look at you fully.
“So, as I said, I hope to see you in my chambers tonight.”
He squeezes your hand and walks away. As he does, you watch him. When he returns inside, two guards come out. They stay at the top of the stairs, yet you know they aren’t just guarding the building. You sigh and look around at the garden.
Everything is still swirling and swimming around you. You glance up at the stars and gasp. The twinkling lights look as if they glitter in the sky. You are in awe and aren’t sure how long you stand to look, but eventually you get cold and tired. As you walk in, the effect of the concoction begins to wear off and you feel less sleepy than you expect. Instead, just as Coriolanus predicted, you get extremely needy. You haven’t felt this on edge in years and you Immediately think of Coriolanus's tongue soaking your pussy. As you make your way inside, the guards stop you.
“Do you wish to sleep in your chamber’s or the President’s tonight?”
Hello lovelies! So the comeback has been slow and I had some major life issues going on that had me distracted from writing. It’s safe to say we are over the hill and the view is looking better. That being said don’t expect anything big and regular posting will be slow at first, but I’ve missed writing and writing for people who want to read my writing. I appreciate the continued support and do have a story that I’ve been feeling really passionate about and had the idea for this plot for a long time. I do want to finish the Summer High Series and the Bird in a Cage series as well as get some more Joel Miller content out. So hang tight, hang on, and be patience. Much love ♥︎!
Summary: After your photoshoot, President Snow prepares you a bath and you get ready for dinner. With the help of the bath, some wine, and some special chocolates, you’re feeling for him have seemingly changed…
Word count: 3.3k
Warning: 21+ (drinking), smut, choking, oral (f!receiving) , nicknames (baby, good girl), semi-rough sex, use of aphrodisiacs, dark themes, toxic themes, obsession, stalking, possesion, kidnapping
A/N: hiiiii! I’m back! i know it’s been a while and i apologize it’s been a rough August/end of July, but I’m back, I’m better than ever (hopefully…) work has been killer (I’m just a lil ole tech at a hospital y’all) and i had some personal life problems…so i hope you enjoy this, i was planning on finishing Summer Highs by the end of August but we shall see. Thanks to all who have continued to support me and this account i appreciate it greatly. Much much love ♥︎
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After you finish up the photoshoot, you’re whisked away to your bedroom. As you enter, the aroma of rose petals and chamomile fills the air. It’s hot and steamy and you peak into the bathroom as you walk in. You look around the room and on top of the bed sits a rose gold, silk robe and another letter. The maid closes the door you pick up the letter and read it.
My dear,
I was able to see the photos from today. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. Absolutely stunning. You will look just as beautiful at dinner, I’m sure. Freshen up. Your bath is ready.
- C.S.
You sigh and once again remember that he can see you. You take a deep breath, the enchanting scent of the room flooding your senses. He wasn’t wrong. After sleeping on the floor all night, then modeling all day, you did feel sore in places. You take the robe and waltz into the bathroom. The porcelain tub is steaming and the water is littered with rose petals. Next to it, a small table, with a flute of champagne and three chocolates wrapped in gold foil. You test the temperature with your hand. The warmth is so inviting, you can’t resist. He’s even laid out a towel for you at the edge of the bath and had candles lit. It’s romantic in a way.
You strip off your dress, letting it fall to the ground and sink in. You submerge into the hot water and let out a soft sigh. It envelops you like a warm blanket, unwinding your knots, aches, and pains. You feel an immense wave of relaxation wash over you. You pick up the flute of champagne and sip. The bubbles dance on your lip and down your throat. It’s delicious, delicate, and lulls you further into a calm state of mind. The warmth of the tub encompasses you, melts your thoughts away. You take a chocolate, unwrap it and pop it into your mouth. The sweetness is just what you need. Maybe you could get used to things here for a bit.
Maybe this isn’t so bad
You think to yourself and your mind drifts off to President Snow of all people. You take another deep breath in and reflect on lunch. You’re torn. For the first time since being here, you feel like you’re noticing how handsome he is in person. You had seen him in pictures and on TV counetless times, always admiring the handsome young blonde. Before the gala, it was fair to say you were attracted to him, how could you not. He was one of the most handsome men in all of Panem and for most people completely unattainable. Yet, being his prisoner had put a slight bad taste in your mouth about him, an eerie feeling you can’t seem to shake.
The bath is helping however, and it’s hard to feel that sense of unease, when the water is so comfortable. You bite your lip, letting out a long sigh. Soon you would be with him, accompanying him at dinner. But now the thought of it doesn’t sound so bad. A nice meal, some wine, it truly sounds inviting. You take another sip of champagne and start to feel the buzz. You haven’t been this pampered in a while, despite your modeling career.
After a few more minutes soaking in the tub, you get out, take the towel, and wrap it around your body. Once you're dried off you put the robe on. When you exit your room you nearly forget he can watch you, but you seem to care as much. You had finished your champagne and was not just tipsy, but drunk off the aromas and warmth of your bath.
When you walk back into the bedroom there is a new outfit on your bed. It’s your dress. The red dress from the night of the gala. It’s an elegant red silk, with an across the shoulder cut and a slit that stops at your upper thigh. A pair of black heels lay at the foot of the bed and you recognize them as the same ones from that night as well. Along with the dress, he has given you a new accessory. A heavy, thick, silver, chain necklace. It’s intimidating, but nonetheless you take it back into the bathroom and change. You take time to also fix up your hair and makeup, despite having little tools to make your hair look nice. Once you feel you look your absolute best, you exit the bathroom and knock on the door. The maid opens it up, smiles and escorts you out of the room, along with the guards. They lead you back to the dining room this morning, where Coriolanus is looking out the window, sipping on a glass of red wine. The maid shuts the door and he turns around. He’s changed since you’ve last seen him. He now stands before you in a pair of dark, blood red slacks, and vest on top of his crisp white button up. He smiles and walks over to you, his black dress shoes creating an echo in the room.
“Hello my dear, you look incredible.”
“Thank you, President Snow.”
“Please, come sit” he gestures to the dining table.
You obey and take a seat.
“How was your bath?”
“Very nice. I haven’t felt that relaxed in a while.”
“Is that so? I would think a women in your career would have that sort of pampering in her schedule red” He remarks
“Not necessarily. That’s all things they expect me to do in my own time and that’s not always easy. Especially when the Capitol is always having a new trend to keep up with.”
“You can tell me twice, our citizens seem to change their mind about what’s popular quite often. It makes planning for the games challenging in some ways.”
“Because they want a good show?”
“Exactly, my smart girl”
Your core can’t help but burn slightly at the nickname and you bite your lower lip without meaning to. He smirks at your actions and pours you a glass of wine. You take it from him and take a sip.
“You like that don’t you. Being called my smart girl…”
“I-I don’t unwelcome it…”
“Good. I’ll keep that in mind. Tell me? Did you enjoy the photoshoot as well?”
“I did. I’ve always enjoyed modeling, despite how taxing the hours can be.”
“I’m glad. You truly did look stunning in those photos. I’ll make sure you see them tomorrow.”
You nod your head and take another sip of wine.
“You smell wonderful by the way. There’s more of that to come. Just so you know.”
“More baths?”
“More everything. Baths, clothes, pampering, and…” he holds out his hand, expecting you to take it. You do, without hesitation this time.
“Being treated like the gorgeous creature you are” he kisses your knuckles
“Can I ask you a question?”
He tilts his head and anticipates your response.
“You said you had something for me. If today went well”
“Ah! I do! I’ll show you after dinner” he kisses your knuckles again, smiling.
There is a brief moment of silence, before two avoxes come out with a charcuterie board and two plates. Coriolanus once again pays them no mind as they serve you, leaving a set of plates as well. You go to thank them, but he squeezes your hand.
“That’s not necessary, my dear” he kisses your hand one last time, before releasing it.
You nod to show you understand, then take some cheese and cured meat from the board.
“So what’s after dinner?”
“I thought a night walk would be nice. Get some fresh air then I’ll be taking you to my chambers.”
“To your bedroom?”
“Mhmm” he nods taking some cheese and crackers “and if you want, you can stay with me in my bed tonight…would you like that?”
“T-to sleep with you.”
He nods and smiles.
“Just sleep?”
“If that’s all you want…”
You nervously sip your wine, to afraid to answer. You look away for a moment then look back. He’s still anticipating your response, a curious look spread across his face.
“What do you want?”
He smiles and reaches for your hand again. You takes it and he squeezed it.
“My dear, I want whatever you want. If you want me to bed you properly, I will…”
“But my wants aside, what do you truly have in mind…”
He pauses for a moment, kisses your knuckles, before releasing your hand, taking another bite of cheese, and swallowing it with his wine. He leans back and eyes your body.
“You truly wish to know…”
You nod vigorously.
“Well a beautiful woman such as yourself deserves to be shown how beautiful you are. And not just with nice clothes and a hot bath.” He smirks
“With what then?” You ask
“Let me ask you, when’s the last time you slept with a man?”
You feel a slow heat creep up your face. How could he be so bold and brash towards you? Then again this is President Snow.
“I-well…it’s been a while.”
“Longer than a year?”
“Less than.”
“Did he make you shake, tremble? Make you forget your own name and replace it with his?”
“N-n-no, President Snow”
“Ever?”
“No. I’ve never had a man do that to me. Usually I…” you start, his inquisitive gaze stopping your thoughts.
“Go on” he encourages
“I usually don’t focus on my own pleasure and neither does the other person”
“Is that so?” He grins
You nod anxiously, tucking a hair behind your ear.
“Would you like that? If a man made sure you felt satisfied?”
You shift in your seat. The heat starts to rise from in between your legs and the handsome young face of the president is now ever more apparent. A gentle smirk lays across his face, as if he’s back to being a school boy who answered the professor’s question right over everyone else. The type of look that puts you right in your place. You bite your lip and glance down for a moment. You shift in your seat again, hiding your emotions behind your wine glass.
“Look at you. You do, don’t you? You’ve never been properly touched by a man. They take from you and never give. I don’t like to take things without giving back. Especially when it comes to my need to please a woman such as yourself.”
“I-I just always felt like that’s how it goes.” You admit
“Maybe for the boys you’ve been with. Most men want to make sure their women are good and satisfied. A man like myself, that’s what I love most. I crave it to a degree.” He explains
“So I take it you’ve satisfied many women in Panem?”
“I’ve been known to. Part of why my staff wants me to find a wife. And I’ll admit, I would like to find someone to have as my own. Have you ever been in love?”
You’re once again taken back by his boldness, sipping your wine before answering.
“Once, a few years ago…” you whisper tentatively.
“And not even he treated you how you deserve?”
“No, that’s why we broke up. Because I felt neglected and he didn’t see a problem.”
You look directly at the handsome blonde, and he peers at you, mouth slightly agape, as if he had been horribly offended. His breath hitches as he downs the last of his wine furiously. He sets the glass down and pours himself another.
“I promise, as long as you’re in my care, I won’t neglect you like that. You’ll never feel like that if you become my First Lady. Ever. Do you understand?”
“Yes, President Snow”
You and him move past the topic and into polite conversation. He asks you about how you got into modeling, what you like about it, what you hate. He seems interested in you and your life, nodding along and continuing to sip his wine. Eventually, dinner is served and it once again looks amazing. It looks like a white sauce pasta at first, but on closer examination there are elements to it you don’t immediately recognize.
“I see you’re making a face. It’s a truffle pasta. You can’t even get this in any restaurant in the capital. That’s how rare they are now. I only have chef make it for specific occasions.”
“And what’s the occasion tonight?”
“You. To our first dinner together.” He raises his glass and smiles.
You nod and tentatively smile back, raising your glass and clinking it against your own. You take a bite and immediately let out a soft moan. It’s so savory and rich. The sauce is so flavorful, and creamy. It has a garlic like taste to it, savory with a hint of umami to it.
“It’s delicious.” You utter
“Glad you think so.”
You both eat and enjoy the meal in front of you, talking little and focusing on the flavors. It truly is one of the best dishes you’ve had and you’re not sure how’ll his chef continue to outdo himself. You take your time to eat, the young president occasionally tossing you a glance and smirking to himself. He’s all too amused by your satisfaction with the meal. He loves how pleased you look and is tempted to now see you pleased in a different light. You notice his reaction, and try not to feel so small. You hate how he watches you and try to focus on your food.
Eventually, you both finish and there is an awkward moment of silence as the avoxes clear away the plates.
“Would you care to join me in the garden?
You nod and he smiles. He stands up, taking his wine glass, and you follow suit. He takes your hand and guides you out of the room. You slowly walk out to the garden, holding his hand the entire way. He continues to look back at you, giving you a devious smile each time. He can’t help but let his eyes trail over your bare legs and chest. He can’t help but imagine how the rest of your beautiful figure looks and he intends to find out soon.
As he leads you away, you look out onto the garden, which is now lit up by various lights on the pavement and in the rose bushes.
“It’s beautiful out here at night too.”
“Isn’t it?” He squeezed your hand.
He guides you down the stairs and surrounds you in the green and white lush of the rose bushes. He leads you around, walking back to where you and him hand lunch.
“I’d like to see more of the garden this evening if possible?” You request sounding innocent, but you keep your goals of escaping in the back of your mind.
“Of course. But I have something for you here.”
He guides you to the spot where you had lunch, the chairs and table gone and replaced by a single, tall standing iron table with a box on it and a small silver tray covered up next to it. You look at it curiously and he momentarily drops your hand and picks up the box.
“Turn around.” He instructs softly
You obey
“Close your eyes and push your hair back.” You nod and follow his instructions once again.
You hear the box open and then the sound of something metal clinging slightly. You have a good idea of what it is now. He approaches you with careful footsteps. Coriolanus stands confidently behind you, clutching the jewelry in his hand. Slowly, your chin is tilted up by his fingers, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear. He unhooks the chain from around your neck and slides it into his pocket.
“You can keep that one of you want, but I have something far more beautiful.” He whispers
You shutter as he wraps a new necklace around your neck, followed by his hand under your jaw, kissing behind your earlobe.
“Turn around. Open your eyes, beautiful.”
You do as he says. You touch the new necklace and look down at it. It’s a golden rose, and it lays horizontally against your chest. You look at him doe eyed, speechless. Coriolanus grips your chin, forcing your face to look at his. He smirks. Coriolanus wants desperately to kiss you, but he knows now is not the moment. He strokes your face gently, then turns behind and uncovers the platter next to the box. Two chocolate truffles sit on the plate and he takes it, putting it in front of you.
“It’s the finest chocolate I have at the palace. Chef wants you to test out his new recipe. It’s different from the ones you had with your bath.”
He holds the chocolate to you and you part your lips and bite, as he slides the piece into your mouth. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip and to the corner of your mouth. He then licks the excess chocolate from his thumb, his tongue trailing a long, broad stripe.
“Mmm” the blonde moans “you can taste the hints of orange.” He remarks, taking the other piece.
“It is very good.”
“I should tell you this chocolate contains a few interesting ingredients.” He remarks
“Like what?”
“Nothing unusual or man made, just some natural elements. Since chocolate is already…a boost to…” he starts “certain needs…and desires” he says, popping the other truffle into his mouth.
“Will I feel…different”
“Not like a drug no, but you may feel more inclined to want to do something about how you feel.”
He takes your hand and kisses your knuckles.
“You look so pretty out in the moonlight.”
“Thank you Mr. President.”
He smiles at you and you continue to follow him through the garden. He walks you down a path leading to more greenery and bushes. Then the path opens up into a cleared out area with a grand marble fountain. On top of the fountain was a sculpture of a woman, the symbol of Panem. Water flows from the top of her head and back into the fountain
“I’ve always liked this part of the garden. The fountain. What it represents.”
You look at the fountain and walk to it. You look inside and look at images of all the symbols engraved into the base. Coal, lumber, grains, all the resources from the districts. You look at it and realize that the same water flowing out is the same as the water in the base. You slowly put the pieces together of what it means.
“The Flow of Panem. It was built for the last president. In all honesty I want to move it so it’s more front and center.”
“Explain it to me.” You ask, even though you got the idea. You know it will fuel his ego, make him trust you more so hopefully he’ll show you around and then you can really plan an escape.
He smiles and looks at it, tilting his head.
“The base flows into the statue and the statue spits the water back out on the base. The base provides for the statue and the statue gives back.”
You nod and he holds out his hand again and you take it. As he continues to guide you around, you admire how the flowers look under the glow of the lights and moonlight. He finally takes you back inside and at this point you’re holding onto this arm. He loves how you cling to him and by now you’re both feeling the effects of the chocolate. You look up at him and give a soft smile. As you step into the palace he leads you to his bedroom, and a new feeling washes over you.
His bedroom is similar to the rest of the aesthetic of the palace. There is a small area for guests to sit in front of a fireplace. Off to the side, in front of the large window looking out, sits a small desk. You glance around at the many portraits of his family and depictions of younger versions of him. Next to the desk is a spiraling staircase that must lead to his bedroom. In the sitting area, a table stands with another chilled bottle of red wine. Coriolanus invites you to join him by the fire and you do, following him. You lean against the mantel and he gets some more wine, picking up the bottle. He walks towards you, refilling your glass and you thank him. He puts the bottle on the mantle and looks at you with great interest.
“You’re welcome” he whispers, brushing your cheek with his forefinger. “Your skin is so warm here by the fire.”
“So are your fingers” you breathe
You look at him, eyes connected to his own and a small wave of lust washes over you. He trails his touch down to your jaw, holding your chin delicately. He smirks and tilts his head.
“It makes me wonder, where else are you hot?”
He sets his glass next to the bottle and places his other hand on your waist. You set your glass down as well, as his touch begins to light up your body. His thumb brushes your hip and thighs, grazing under the slit of your dress. You gasp at his actions and lightly grip his bicep. He trails his thumb across your bottom lip, then tilts your face to fully look at him. Coriolanus sighs, his blue eyes beckoning for your full attention. You can see how full of need he is. How badly he wants to kiss you, but is waiting for your permission. You flutter your lashes at him slowly, looking at his tempting lips. Your body is begging for you to give in and finally you do. You can’t help it. He’s so handsome, the light from the fire shadowing his features perfectly, causing your head to stir. You kiss him, slowly, carefully.
His breath hitches and he moves his hand to cup your face. He continues to kiss you, moving his mouth with your own slow pace. He doesn’t want to frighten you. In fact, the exact opposite. He finally has you how he wants to and now he’s desperate for more. His lips are so unexpectedly soft and tender, a complete opposite in comparison to his normal demeanor. You continue to kiss him, finding yourself wanting more. Your body continues to betray you as a slow heat creeps up your skin, starting in between your legs.
You pull back with a gasp, almost taken aback but own actions. A greedy smile curls up on his lips. He cups your face and strokes it carefully with his thumb.
“So perfect. Makes me want more of you, my angel”
He leans in to kiss your cheek, then trails it down to your jawline, and then your neck.
“Can I mark you?” He growls
You nod breathlessly and he sucks on your soft flesh. He’s starting to become more and more animalistic with his actions, finding it hard to restrain himself. He pushes your neck further against his mouth and tilts your head back. The heat in between your legs is now becoming sensitive as your core is now throbbing for him. You bet you’ll be soaked by the time he finally takes you. His lips leave another mark on the other side of your neck and he pulls back to admire his work. Satisfied, he traces the marks with his fingertips and looks into your eyes.
“Would you like to continue this in my bed?”
You nod, almost surprised at your reaction. He guides you and picks up his wine glass.
“Take your wine.” He insists
You nod and follow him up the stairs leading to his bedroom. Once up and inside, you briefly look around. It’s clear he likes to keep the aesthetic of the palace consistent and his bedroom reflects that. It’s a relatively plain room. A single king bed, with white sheets, lays against the right side of the room. It has a delicate, hand carved wooden canopy that sits above it, making the bed look cozy and inviting.
He turns to look at you and sips his wine. He once again touches your neck and smirks.
“Finish your glass. It will help the chocolate work better.”
“Why is that?” You ask
“Wine can have a similar effect as those chocolates. They can both help you feel…like you want to give into your needs.”
You take a sip as instructed and look at him straight in his eyes as you do.
“So that’s what the chocolates were then. A boost for…”
“One’s natural desires, yes.” He sips his wine finishing it.
You finish yours as well and he guides you to his bed. You sit and he takes your glass, along with his own, from you, putting them on his nightstand. He returns back to you, sitting next to you. He cups your face again, letting his other hand part your legs slightly.
“I have a feeling you didn’t even need the chocolate though. Hmm?”
“I-I won’t lie, before I came here, I did always admire you.” You admit, despite your need to escape, you once again feel torn, especially now that he’s about to take you fully.
“Yes, tell me more”
“I mean, when I would see you on TV or in the papers, I had thoughts.”
“Mhmm, where I’m doing what I’m doing to you.”
His hands trail more slowly, continuing to part your legs, fingers dancing on your bare thigh.
“Yes, Mr. President”
“Mmm” he hums “have I ever told you how pretty you sound talking to me like that. I love how right it sounds.”
“It’s your title is it not?”
“It is. But you are careful and respectful about using it. You have no idea how different you are. How special. How much it means to hear you say my name like that.”
You watch him as he now gropes your thigh. He turns your chin and kisses you again. He sighs against you, slowly lowering you onto his bed. He doesn’t crawl on top of you however, yet he simply lays by your side, strokes your hair and continues to kiss you. He revels in having you on his bed like this, a sight he’s waited for ever since he first took you to his home. Time and patience had proved him right once again. You spread your legs some more and he moans against your mouth. He pulls back, resting his lips against yours
“Getting needy?”
You nod, and he bites and pulls at your bottom lip causing you to moan.
“Do you like getting eaten out?”
You nod vigorously and he slides his hand under your dress through the slit, grabbing your panties and sliding them down. He chuckles as he goes back to feel your wetness.
“You’re dripping.” He rubs your core slowly, gently “I need to taste you.”
“Please…” you beg
He lets out a low, sinister chuckle as he starts to kiss down your body. Your dress is still on, yet you can still feel the pressure of his lips through the fabric. He finally reaches your thigh, inching down to nestle himself in between them. He drags your dress up past your hips and admires your exposed slit. He looks at you as he rubs it again. You can’t help but moan and clutch the bed sheets. He watches you beginning to writhe under his touch and he truly loves the sight before him. Then he dives in, his tongue giving your core a curious kiss, then a long, broad lick. You shutter and buck your hips. He holds them down, going back in with more conviction. His mouth is so soft oh and wet against you and you can tell he’s quite experienced in this area. You're not sure how many girls he’s taken home or went to bed with, but he sure knows how to make you feel like the most special woman in the world. Like a man starved, he eats you like it’s his last meal. His mouth envelops your pussy, licking and sucking on your clit with great attention. You can tell he loves it too. Loves to taste women like this. Get all up in it and devour them. Especially you and your perfect pussy. And you taste so divine.
As he continues to lap at you, you continue to struggle against his touch, hips wanting to still buck and legs beginning to shake. You moan over and over and over again. You can’t help but also moan out his name, telling him how good it feels. His hands hook under your thighs as he pushes his face in further to your folds. You’re so sensitive, so needy, dripping and throbbing from your heat. He pokes his tongue through your slit and fucks you with his mouth. Despite his best efforts, your hips buck up over and over again. You squirm at his touch, you’ve never had a man do that to you before. The sensation is incredible and you feel completely lost under the spell of his mouth.
Coriolanus is reveling in your lust. Your whimpers and moans are so sweet rolling past your lips. He wants you to be loud. He wants you to enjoy yourself. He wants to know how much you want him. Let the whole palace hear it too.
“That's it beautiful, let it all out. Let me hear those pretty little noises”
He goes back to your core practically drowning in your wetness and he gives you a few last swipes with his tongue. He kisses your slit then pulls back. He gets greedy, letting his fingers pick up the work from his tongue. He’s so passive, almost experimental, as he plays with your clit. Then, he slides a finger in and then another. You moan and watch him. He sits up on his knees, placing his hands on your pelvis. He curls his fingers up and pushes them in and out of your core. He finds a good rhythm and speeds up. You gasp in pleasure, his fingers working you up so much you feel like you might explode. He speeds up again, changing his hand from a curling motion to a rapid up and down pace. You clench his forearm and flop your head back onto the mattress. He can tell you’re close, your slick, gummy walls wrapping around his fingers like a vice. He watches you, your expression, your pretty face scrunching up. He pulls back just as you know you’re going to finish, he pulls his hand away. You whine at the loss, but your attention is won over by his actions. Coriolanus smirks as he undoes his belt.
“Take that dress off sweet thing.”
You nod and shimmy out of it. He pulls it down and off your body. He gasps at your naked figure, taking in the sight laid across his bed. He sighs, palming himself through his pants as he simultaneously palms your breast with one hand. He pulls his pants down, leaving his boxers on. He rubs himself slowly, gawking at you and admiring how gorgeous you are.
“Look at you, so beautiful like this.”
He leans down and kisses your jawline sloppily. He rocks his hips against your pelvis.
“I really, really want you…” he growls
“Then take me” you moan back, your whiny voice sounding oh so desperate.
He smirks to himself, pulling his boxers down. His cock springs out, hard and ready. He strokes it in his hand, watching you and occasionally glancing down at it.
“Touch yourself.” He commands
You nod, biting your lip and gently rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves in between your legs. You rub slowly and watch him as he pumps his length. A satisfied smile sets in on his lips and he moves his hips closer. He leans down, kisses you and then, slowly pushes in. You moan against his mouth, pull away, and gasp as he bottoms out. He feels so big and full inside you. He slowly moves, grunts falling from his lips as he picks up the pace. Your hand falls away and finds his biceps. His hot breath fans your face as he rocks into you and he eventually captures your lips with his own. Cupping your face and keeping his movements consistent, you feel a slow wave of pleasure beginning to build. He pushes your leg up towards your chest, giving him better access to you. You look down at where he’s entered you and whimper. Watching his cock move in you like this has you drowning in ecstasy. He notices how mesmerized you are and wraps his hand around your neck.
“You’re hypnotized by it aren’t you? Tell me do you want more?”
You nod fervently and he chokes you tighter.
“Let me hear you. Tell me.”
“I need more. Please sir.” You croak
“Good girl.”
He speeds up, his hips getting faster and faster. Coriolanus slams into you, your body moving in sync with his rough rhythm. Your whimpers fill the room and the young president revels in your satisfaction, committing your sweet sounds and noises to memory. He continues to have a tight grip on your throat, almost cutting off your air, but you can still breathe. He stares into your eyes, his lust flooding your soul. He kisses you harshly, lips wasting no time to taste you. He prods his tongue in, swirling it with your own. You can’t help but moan, his hand moving to clench your jaw. He pulls back to look at you again. He looks down in between your legs, then back at you. He snakes his hand down to swirl your clit. He rubs the sensitive bundle of nerves, causing your hips to buck.
“That’s it. Show me how much you enjoy this. Just let go baby. Allow yourself to enjoy this pleasure I’m giving you.”
“Yes sir, thank you Mr. President”
“You’re so welcome my dear.” He kisses you again “My good” he groans “obedient…” he thrusts into you “girl.”
He ruts into you, lips still sealed on your own. Your own hands have settled on his back, holding onto him like a bear gripping a tree. The more he moves, you can feel you’re about to explode. Coriolanus picks up on it too, and gives you several purposeful thrusts to trigger your high. And he does. You clench around his cock, letting out a desperate cry of relief. Your legs shake and quiver, and you a series of cuss words flow from your mouth.
“That’s it.. Let it out. Dirty girl, it feels so good doesn’t it.”
He can feel himself getting close too, riding off the wave of your own climax.
“I’m going to cum too baby.” He warns “It’s ok, don't worry about taking it..”
You whine in protest at first, but then you feel it. His white, hot, cum shooting into you, hitting your cervix. Coriolanus slowly rests his hips, letting all of himself spill into you. He feels so satisfied, loving how fucked out you look as he pulls out. He watches the cum roll past your folds, down your ass and leg. He licks the pad of his thumb and trails it up your legs. He shoves it back at you then holds his thumb to your lips. You part them and he nods. You suck on his thumb and he moans, appreciating the sight in front of him.
“You’re so perfect. So gorgeous. You’ll stay with me tonight .”
You nod. It wasn’t an ask, but rather a command. You lick your bottom lip and then bite it.
“I’ll get you a towel and your nightwear. I’ll be back soon, don’t worry I’ll come hold you so you can fall asleep.” He whispers, kissing your cheek.
He crawls off the bed and heads to his bathroom to get you a towel. You lay back, wanting to cover yourself since you’re suddenly more cold. You spot a throw blanket at the edge of the bed and reach for it. You wrap up in it and wait for him to return. You rest your eyes and fold your hands under your head for support. You feel calm, relaxed, and truly satisfied as well. It’s like he’s put a spell on you, not drugging you per se, but you can feel that after tonight, your feelings about this situation have shifted.
When he returns, he cleans you up, then helps change you into a pink, satin sleepwear set, with a lacy top and bottoms to match.
“So sexy. Here.” he holds them out to you and you also see he’s holding a small silver tray with a pill on it.
“This will keep you from getting pregnant. I’ll get you a water”
He walks off, taking your empty wine glass with him. He comes back shortly, the glass now filled with water. He hands it to you, watching you closely as you swallow the contraceptive. You hand him the glass and he sets it down. You just now notice he’s shirtless and in just a pair of boxers as he crawls into bed. You move under the sheets as he lays the comforter over your body.
“Are you comfortable, too warm, too cold?” He asks
“I’m comfortable…” you murmur, slowly lulling into sleep.
Coriolanus settles in next to you, his hips slightly grinding into your ass as he pulls you closer to him, flush against his chest. He places small delicate kisses behind your ear and sighs into you.
“You realize how perfect you are. How perfect tonight has been?”
“Thank you Mr. President. It has been fantastic.” You agree
He turns your chin, kissing you firmly on the mouth.
“You can call me Coriolanus right now. Say it. Tell me what I want to hear.”
So I try to post once or twice a week depending and I haven’t posted in about two weeks now and I just wanted to give y’all an update as to why.
So work has been super busy and stressful lately and my personal life just had a wrench thrown into it so, I’m starting to get back at it and do want to get Summer Highs done soon and Bird in a Cage ( and more!) but yeah I’ve been just struggling and my mental health has been getting in the way of life so I do plan on getting back at it because honestly I’ve what I’ve built for myself here on my page has been amazing.
Summary: (au) Coriolanus takes you to his house and you hang out in his room, after taking him up on his offer. After a little bit you can’t help it and make your feelings for him clear…
Warning: 21+ (drug use), smoking, eventually smut, fluff, kissing, heavy make out session, toxic relationship, obsession, possession, confessions of love
Word count: 3k
A/N: hi! ok so i’ll keep it simple…i working on so many stories all at once its nuts, but the ideas keep coming. this took me like no time at all, because as soon as I wrote ch 4 I got started on this. i wanted their first official moment to be its own ch because it just felt right so….enjoy ch 5 it’s like a little spicy like 🥵, but just wait y’all…ch 6 is gonna come in HOT!
Coriolanus tries to keep his cool on the way to his house. A simple drive, that he knows like the back of his hand. With you in the car however, he feels lost. He can’t help but continue to look over to you. You’re looking out the window, watching the landscape pass by you. Unforgettable by Frank Ocean is playing, and he can’t help but glance over at your jaw, neck, and bare collarbone. You’re so gorgeous and he remembers the necklace in his pocket. He can’t wait to put it on you, adorn you.
He finally pulls into his driveway and parks. You look at him eyes gleaming in the moonlight and various fireworks that set off around the neighborhood.
“So you don’t live to far from me.”
“Yeah. It’s nice when I hang with Sejay, I used to bike to his house when I was a kid.”
You smile and you both exit the car. You walk to his garage and he types in the code, 7669, and the garage slowly rolls up. You and him walk into the house, closing the garage behind you, and he quickly ushers you upstairs, into his room.
“Sorry I just don’t wanna wake up grandma.”
“No worries. I’ve met her before. She’s so sweet.”
“You think so” Coriolanus smirks
“Of course! Such a sweetheart. Like you” you smile teasingly
“Why you say that”
“You’ve always been a sweet guy. I mean the amount of times you let me rant about Devin to you. I’m sure I’m just a mess to handle sometimes.”
“What? W-why would you say that?”
“Oh just joking to myself. Sometimes Devon would say that to me. Say I was a mess to handle…”
Coriolanus scoffs and looks at you.
“I’m sorry, but what a dick”
“I know I know. He was a fucking ass.” You sigh, huffing intensely.
There is an awkward pause before Coriolanus invites you to smoke.
“Yes please! I need to get my mind off him somehow.”
“Ok. I just want you to be sure. That your cool with this? I-I don’t wanna pressure you or anything…”
“You’re not” you chuckle softly, taking a seat on his bed. He tries not to gawk at you, but he’s truly dreamed of this moment with you. He takes a seat at his desk chair and leans back slightly. He admires you as he fishes out his dugout and a lighter from his pocket. He sets the dugout on his desk, while he wheels over to open his window and light a candle.
“You have a whole routine with this…” you smile
“Just to keep the smell to a minimum. Grandma doesn’t come up stairs much anymore because of her knees, but just in case. For her sake.”
You nod and watch him and he takes out a joint and lights it up like it’s nothing. For some reason you expect your first time getting high to be a big dramatic moment, but Coriolanus makes it feel so casual. Like it’s normal for you to do this, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. He takes a hit and blows it out the window. You anxiously scoot closer to him and the window and lean in, watching with curiosity. He taps some ash into his ashtray and takes another hit. He holds it between his thumb and forefinger, watching you watch his actions.
“So you just inhale, hold it in then, blow it out.” He tells you, passing you the joint. You nod and look at it oddly. It feels so foreign on your fingertips, but nonetheless you take it from him. You hold it up against your mouth the same way he did and inhale.
“There, hold the paper to your lips more, inhale…” his voice guides you and you hold the smoke in your throat and mouth before blowing it out and past your lips. It’s followed by a harsh cough that hits your lungs and burns your throat. You keel over slightly, but recover quick.
“You okay?” Coriolanus asks with a tone of concern. He scoots close up the foot of his bed. You nod and laugh and he smirks back at you.
“How do you handle this stuff. Damn and I thought Bella’s vape was harsh…”
“You vape?” He questions, letting his smirk turn into a curious chuckle
“Only with her. I’m too scared to buy my own. Besides, I don’t want to get too addicted.”
“That’s good. Weed is not as bad, but I guess smoking anything isn’t great on your lungs. Yet here we are.”
“I-I just want to actually experience things in my life. For once. It just feels like the last four years because of Devon, I couldn’t have the same freedom and fun my friends were having. He thought it would be bad for my reputation, and our relationship…”
Coriolanus rolls his eyes hearing that. Meanwhile, you slowly feel a fuzzy, funny, feeling starting in your head and working your way through your body. Your vision feels like you’re in a dream and you smile at him, feeling all your hate for Devon being replaced with something else. You scoot closer to Coriolanus once again and giggle.
“What?” he laughs back.
“I feel…good”
“Good, that’s how’s it’s supposed to make you feel. I don’t want to get you too high, since it’s your first time.”
“I appreciate you looking out for me”
“Of course”
You feel lighter, like your body is melting into the bedsheets and you began to sway slightly, rocking your self with a sleepy smile on your face. You’re not tired though, if anything you feel more alert and look more around his room. It can only be described in one word. Cool. You look at his vinyls and posters and squeeze his bedsheets.
“You wanna watch something on Netflix?” Coriolanus asks
“Yeah, can we put on The Office?” You giggle again
He nods, setting the joint on his ash tray, and wheels back over to his desk to fetch his controller.
“Can I take another hit?” You ask, readjusting to sit on your knees on his bed and lean over. Your cleavage pours over your romper slightly. Coriolanus takes a second to admire the view in front of him, then nodding enthusiastically. He turns on his PlayStation and then turns on Netflix. You take another hit, followed by another big cough. He whips his head to look at you and you give him a half-hearted thumbs up.
“You sure you’re okay?”
“I’m fine” you cough
“Just take it slow, it hits you quick, then just gets more intense from there.”
“Got ya. I’ll take a break then. Don’t want to be too out of it.”
He pauses and looks at you. Feeling bold off his own high he offers his place to stay for the night.
“Just if you need it”
“I might. We’ll see.”
Coriolanus goes back to getting the show on. His heart is racing, he’s sure you can hear it beating rapidly in his chest. Fuck, this is all he could ever have wanted for you hanging out with him the first time. Alone in his room, smoking a joint, looking fine as hell. The amount of times he’s thought about this exact moment. He wonders now if his fantasies will continue to play out.
“Oh I love this episode!” You quip
“Yeah, I’ve always liked this show”
The episode plays, and Coriolanus sits back in his chair. The whole time however, you both glance at each other, waiting to see who will make the next move. Who will say what next. You shift around on his bed, trying to move closer to him once again and he notices.
“How are you feeling?”
“Still good. Light. Fuzzy. And umm” you giggle
“What?” He smiles back, leaning his head back to look at you fully. He looks so cute and goofy like this, his lips curled up into a boyish grin.
“I’m kinda hungry…”
Coriolanus lets out a small laugh and rolls over to his desk again.
“Don’t tell me you just have snacks on hand. Is it supposed to make you hungry like this?”
“It can, given it’s your first time I’m not surprised.” He pulls out a bin and it’s filled with individual chip packs, a few packs of fruit snacks, and a tub of M&Ms. You ask for a bag of Doritos and he hands them to you.
“Hold on. Imma grab something to drink, can I get you something?”
“A water would be good. Thanks”
He gets up and hastily makes his way to his kitchen downstairs. He opens the fridge, takes a Redbull and water bottle and runs back up stairs. When he returns, you’ve taken your sandals off, scooted further onto the bed and lying down, scrolling on your phone. You pop up when he steps back into the room, sit up and thank him for the water, taking it from his hand.
“No problem. You look like you’re getting relaxed.”
“I feel good. And just happy, also was this episode always this funny?” You laugh pointing at the TV. It’s the episode where Michael returns from Jamaica with his boss Jan, and accidentally sends a topless photo of her to everyone in the branch. You laugh again and he goes to sit in his chair. You speak up, taking a swig from your water bottle.
“You know you can sit with me right. It is your bed after all.”
“I wanted to give you space…” he lies.
In response, you scoot over and pat the bed.
“I still have plenty of space.” You smile, tossing your empty bag of chips in the trash and capping your bottle and setting it on the nightstand. Coriolanus sets his drink on the desk and crawls onto his bed and sinks in next to you. You sit up against him, legs touching, shoulder to shoulder. It feels awkward, so Coriolanus lifts up his arm and rests it against his bed frame. You lean in and look up at him.
“I’m glad I decided to hang out with you after. Honestly Coryo, I wish we hung out more like this during school but…”
“But Devon”
“Yeah, but Devon…” you sigh. A strange feeling hits you, a feeling of need as you look up into Coriolanus’s beautiful blue eyes. You want him and you’re not sure if the weed is making you more confident, but you can’t hide your feelings any longer. You smirk to yourself and look away to the TV for a moment. Coriolanus still watches you and can feel you’re hiding something from him. He wants to push, but decides against it. Then, he remembers the necklace he bought you at the festival. He adjusts his hips to dig it out of his pocket. You look at him curiously and then he reveals it to you.
“When did you get this?” You exclaim
“When I went to the bathroom” he smiles putting his actions in air quotes
“Coryo…this is so sweet…” you sit up and turn around.
He pushes your hair to the side and he clasps the necklace around your neck. You look down at the moon shaped pendant and smile. You turn back to him, your face so close to his. Your lips look so soft, so inviting, but he doesn’t want to make a move. He’s still in amazement that he’s gotten this far with you.
“Thank you” you whisper
You look at him, his face anticipating your next move. Then, you move your face up and do something you’ve wanted to do for a long time. You kiss him. His breath hitches and he kisses you back. He cups your face, hungry for more, but he restrains himself. His mouth moves slowly with yours, savoring this moment. This moment he has craved with you. Your lips are just as soft and perfect as he imagined, your kiss so sweet, yet filled with passion and need. You pull back and gasp at him. You appear apologetic and look into his eyes.
“I-I’m sorry. I guess it just felt right to do that.” You giggle
“Yeah.” He smiles, pushing your hair behind your ear “it’s not just because of the weed is it?”
“If anything the weed is allowing me to be bold. I-I’ve realized that recently, I think I had a bit of a thing for you. That’s why he was such an ass to you…”
“Really? For how long?”
You giggle again and rest your forehead on his chest. He moves his hand to stroke your hair. Then you look back up at him.
“I’ve been aware of it for at least a few months, but if I’m honest much longer. I’ve always been scared to leave Devon.”
“You don’t have to explain yourself to me. Fuck you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted to tear you away from him” he whispers
“I wish you would have…but he would have beat you up or done something crazy.”
“I would handle it. For you.”
You giggle again and let out a long sigh. You lean against him and you both scoot up on his bed. He holds you close and you move to kiss him again. He lets your lips find his own and he lazily kisses you. He already can’t get enough of you. You occasionally pull back to look at him and he strokes your face, but you also can’t help yourself. You haven’t felt this cared for in a while and you can feel how much he wants you through his kiss. You moan and pull back again. He smiles at you, tracing his thumb along your bottom lip.
“I think I might stay the night. If that’s ok?”
“Of course”
“Let me text my mom” you sit up, search for your phone and it shines bright in your face. You text her and turn it off. You fall back and Coriolanus readjusts so he can hold you in his arms again. You lean back against him, nuzzling your head on his shoulder.
“I like being here with you Coriolanus”
“I like you being here too” he kisses your temple
“I’ll have to take a shower in the morning, if that’s ok…”
“Of course” he kisses your head again
You and him continue to watch The Office, until the episode ends. Feeling bold again you move to kiss his jaw and shift your body on top of him. You straddle him and he clasps the back of your neck. Your mouths move, slow at first then, he speeds up. He slots his tongue past your lips, causing you to moan. You reciprocate his actions and hook your arms around his neck, propping yourself up against his headboard. He moves up, readjusting you so you don’t have to hold your own weight and you move your hands to his neck. Your lips and tongue continue to move together, a moan occasionally slipping past each of your lips. You start to slowly grind against him, his hand moving to your waist. You pull back and smile.
“Am I sleeping in your bed? With you?” You ask
“Of course. I would hope you would.”
“I want to.” You smile, eyeing his lips
“I’m happy you’re staying the night. You’re always welcome to ok?” He replies, smiling back
You nod and return your lips back to his. You love the way his mouth melts against yours, molded perfectly to fit your own. You could kiss him all night, you love how perfect his mouth feels, how it encaptures your own. You greedily bite his lower lip and tug slightly. Fuck. Fuck he loved that. He moans as you pull back.
“Fuck that was so hot…” Coriolanus groans. A lustful glaze washes over his eyes and he gets an idea.
“Hey since you’re spending the night, wanna try something?”
“Okay…”
He scoots you forward with him, reaches for the joint still sitting in the ashtray and the lighter next to it. He lights up the joint in his mouth and inhales. He pushes your neck forward and your lips part slightly. He breathes the smoke into your mouth as he pushes his lips back onto your own. You inhale the smoke that passes from his lips, pull back and blow it out, fanning his face. Coriolanus smiles and sighs, and this time you don’t cough.
“You got me beat. That was way hotter than anything I could ever do.”
“Are you kidding me…do you know what seeing you doing that does to me?”
You let out a light hearted chuckle and peck his lips. You moan against him.
“Mmm you taste so good Coryo.”
“As do you, fuck, I like how you say my name like that…”
“Yeah. I like to say it.” You kiss him again, this time you let your lips linger on his and the two of you start making out again.
You can’t get enough of him, the taste of his lips, his musky, intoxicating scent, all fueled by your collective high. And he’s consumed by you as well. Your hair is so soft in his fingers as he pushes your mouth further on his. And your skin is just as soft as your lips. Coriolanus tries to contain himself, he tries not to get overwhelmed. He starts to slowly grind against you, and you moan. You pull back again and smile. You push your fingertips against his needy, parted lips.
“Hey…I like you, Coriolanus.”
“I like you too” he whispers
“I definitely want more of this with you, I just want to be sober the first time.”
Coriolanus nods vigorously, giving you a soft smile.
“Of course” he tucks your hair behind your ear again and you give him a quick kiss, sighing against him, your tension releasing.
“I can’t believe how scared I was to say that…”
Coriolanus had caught on to why you were scared. Devon seems to be the reoccurring answer.
“Because of Devon…” he asks
You nod your head and he takes your chin, and you look directly into his eyes.
“Hey…he’s not here anymore. I’m not him. I promise.” He chuckles, and you nod. Coriolanus sealing his words with another hungry kiss and you reciprocate. You and him go on and on until you eventually fall asleep on his chest, clinging to him like a baby. He strokes your hair until you both fall asleep.
One of my dogs y’all. He likes to sit at the edge of my bed now because he can see out the window. My writing muse, Cubby, helping me as I write ch 5 of Summer Highs and part 3 of Bird in a Cage
Summary: (au) with the Fourth of July approaching, Coriolanus still worries his plan to make you his will fail. after posting about your boyfriend’s betrayal, you seem to have changed and maybe even developed a soft spot for Coriolanus…
Warning: 21+ (mentions of drug use, drug use), eventual smut, fluff, jealousy, obsession, slight stalking, possession, toxic relationship.
Word count: 3.6k
A/N: hello hello lovelies ♡︎ chapter 4 is here and i know i said i’d have it out yesterday but once again that was a tiny little lie 🤭 in all reality i fell asleep after work literally editing it so i got it done this morning and here it is (y’all gotta remember i work 12hr hospital shifts) the wait is over and i promise the next chapters from here on out will be spicy 🌶️ (the plot is moving and it’s about to be sean evens hot ones up in this bitch) so enjoy enjoy enjoy ❣︎
The next day, Coriolanus wakes up slightly groggy, but he confuses the rapid notifications on his phone for his alarm. He had almost forgotten that he posted that video, the video of your boyfriend cheating on you. He remembers, and quickly reaches for his phone. Over 100 notifications and more coming in all from the anonymous post on Yik Yak. He also has several texts from Sejanus, curiously concerned if he was all right from the night before, as well as if he was aware of the attention the post was receiving. He unlocks his phone and immediately opens the Yik Yak app. And it already has 200 likes and every second he refreshes there seems to be a new comment. He can hardly believe it, but at the same time, he was sure that it would gather a great amount of attention given the context of the situation. He scoffs to himself, closes the app, and pulls up his text messages with Sejanus.
Dude did you post that video?
Yeah
It’s going insane
Look
He had sent Coriolanus the link, but there was no need. He went to his own app and pulled up the original post again. It now had 300 upvotes and 100 comments. He clicks on the post and it refreshes, and the comments and upvotes go up. He reads some of the comments.
OMG that’s wild
I feel like we all saw this coming
crazy…
that’s a high school relationship for ya
He scrolls through some more and they are all similar in their nature. Many people seem surprised, with the occasional comment about how it was predictable or how they felt bad for you. Coriolanus contemplates if you or Devon had seen it, given the comments are anonymous. He checks Instagram and starts to look through people’s stories. So far nothing, then the video pops up. He swipes story after story after story. It's the video, re-uploaded, slightly grainy, but the context is as clear as day.
He closes Instagram and FaceTimes Sejanus, who picks up immediately.
“Dude…”
“Yeah, yeah I can see. Fuck do you think she saw it?”
“Do you hope she did?” Sejanus inquires
“Yeah, why else would I post it.”
“Well they will definitely break up now” Sejanus states with a concerned look on his face.
“What?” Coriolanus huffs
“Just, be careful with all this. Like what if it comes back to you?” Sejanus warns
“How? You’re the only person who knows I posted it.”
“I-I don’t know, just…I don’t want to see you get in trouble…”
“What would I get in trouble for?” Coriolanus questions, scrunching up his face
“She might not appreciate it if she finds out you took the video and posted it. That’s all I’m saying.”
Coriolanus hadn’t thought about that. Given that he posted anonymously, he didn’t think it’d get back to him, but now Sejanus has him thinking twice. Should he have been more careful? How else should he have guaranteed it not make it back to him. He thinks for a moment, then convinces himself he’ll be safe as long as Sejanus doesn’t say anything.
“Well only you know it’s me and I don’t expect you to go tell her.”
“Of course not!”
“Good. Then I don’t have anything to really worry about right?”
“I suppose not, but just be careful nonetheless”
“Yeah. If you find anything else out, let me know.”
The two boys finish their phone call and Coriolanus states up at the ceiling dumbfounded. He smirks to himself feeling victorious at first, but then a wave of guilt rushes over him. Maybe he shouldn’t have intervened in your relationship in this way. Maybe it wasn’t right for him to do it in that way. But how else was he supposed to go about telling you? How else was he supposed to let you know and make sure no one knew it was him? He goes back and forth in his mind, trying to reason with himself that he did what was best and he did it for you. He knew how unhappy Devon made you and wanted you to have someone who would treat you right. That someone being Coriolanus himself. He would know how to love you right, show you how much you mean to him. But how is he supposed to see you? School was done and college was slowly creeping up. He didn’t have much time or much of a plan to see you. But he needed to hang out with you, get you to fall for him, so he could finally have you.
A week passes and the post is still popular. His guilt still lingers in the back of his mind and he tries to push away the feeling, which is harder to do. It's already been on everyone else’s mind too and he’s reminded of it every time he opens Instagram or Snapchat. June soon ends and July is rung with the sounds of booms and beautiful lights. As the local Fourth of July festival approaches, Coriolanus still has no idea how to hang out with you. He feels like reaching out might give away his cover and he can’t risk that. He can’t seem to take his mind off it. How to get to you.
As he stands in Sejanus’s driveway he looks over to your house and is once again reminded of you. He huffs as he misses his shot against The Plint’s basketball hoop. It is a hot day, but breezy so the two boys decided to get out of the house and play some one on one. Sejanus takes the ball, but doesn’t rebound it. He dripples it slowly, looking at his best friend in confusion.
“What?” Coriolanus questions, wiping the sweat from his brow
“You seem off”
“I don’t know, I haven't played in a while.”
“I’m not talking about your game, man.”
“Dude, I said I’m not worried about that other stuff.”
“Are you sure?” Sejanus inquires
“Yeah, c’mon it’s still your ball. Take the shot.” Coriolanus instructs
Sejanus purses his lips and shoots. He hits the rim and it knocks against the white string, into the basket. Sejanus bounces it over to Coriolanus, who slowly dribbles it up the driveway.
“Can I say something?” Sejanus quips
“What.”
“Just, I know you don’t want to talk about it but you seem tense and worried.”
Coriolanus stops dribbling and holds the ball in the crook of his elbow. He hangs his head and sighs.
“Look, I know you're trying to be a good friend and I appreciate it, man but I-“
Before Coriolanus can continue, he sees your car pull into the driveway. Sejanus turns around to look and catches on. He looks back at his friend, whose blue eyes are fixated on you as you step out of your car. You step around the back and open the trunk. You take out a few Bath and Body Works bags and your mom is with you. She helps you carry in, what appears to be, college dorm decor and supplies. You notice the two boys watching you and wave. Coriolanus waves back, then looks over to Sejanus, who is giving his friend a knowing look of second hand embarrassment.
“Dude, you always just stare at her.”
“She’s waving back, is she not?”
“I’m just saying, she definitely knows you like her. Just by how you look at her I mean if a girl looked at me the way you look at her…”
You walk into the house with your mom and disappear behind the door.
“Fuck dude…is it that obvious”
“Yeah, it’s that obvious” Sejanus sighs b
The two boys continue their game and you can’t help but watch them from your kitchen window. You smile and admire the young handsome blonde with his shirt off, slightly gawking as he flexes his muscles to shoot another basket. You decide, with the amount of sweat dripping off both of them, they could use something to drink. As you walk over, the two boys are focused on the ball, Coriolanus in possession, and Sejanus tries to block his shot. You clear your throat and announce yourself to them.
Coriolanus turns to see who is talking and misses his shot. His eyes widened at you and the two glasses of lemonade in your hands.
“Thought y’all could use something to drink.” You smile
As Coriolanus takes the glass from you and presses it to his lips, he can’t help but admire how cute you look in your top. It wasn’t too fancy, just a pink top, but it hugs your chest just right. You look especially cute in your white tennis skirt and classic white adidas’s to match.
“Thanks. How are things?” Sejanus asks, sipping his lemonade
“Could be better. I guess y’all saw that video last week?”
“Yeah.” Sejanus speaks up, trying to sound casual
“Sorry Devon’s such an ass. I can’t believe anyone would do that to you. You deserve better.” Coriolanus speaks up
You smile shyly, trying not to cry again. You had been crying all week over your relationship ending. You feel like a mess, but also feel free. Free enough and bold enough that you choose to walk over to Coriolanus and Sejanus. And you’re glad you did. Up close you can see the beads of sweat roll down his torso and dripping from his forehead. You love it, how wet he looks. From here, you finally get a good view of his build. He’s lean, yet he still has muscles. And you can’t help but notice the faint happy trail that starts at his belly button and disappears into his pants. You glance at his body briefly, then back at him.
“I appreciate it. I can’t believe it happened how it did, but I had my suspicions sadly.”
“It’s not easy, nonetheless” Sejanus chimes in.
“Yeah. At least the summer is going by fast. Then I can get on to Stanford. I can’t wait to go to California.”
Coriolanus tried to hold a positive face and nods. His stomach drops at your sentiments, another reminder of his worries that he won’t get his chance with you before your half across the country.
“Yeah it is going by fast. I’m not sure I’m ready to get back into school work yet” Coriolanus sighs.
“That’s true, I guess I’m just ready to get out of here. I feel like after this week, I want to get away from it all” you tremble, wiping away a single tear.
“Understandable…” Coriolanus agree, trying to sound comforting.
“So…” you clear your throat “are you guys going to the Fourth of July festival tomorrow?”
“Mom wants us all to go to the club tomorrow.” Sejanus remarks
“Oh yeah. I’m not going to that. Devon’s for sure going to be there and I’m avoiding him at all costs. I'm afraid he’ll try to get me alone or pull some bullshit. He kept blowing up my phone.”
“Really?” Coriolanus scoffs.
You nod and roll your eyes.
“I’ve had to block him. But he finds ways to get through. Ugh honestly, when he does shit like that it makes me so less sad. Like I can’t believe I let myself put up with his toxic fucking behaviors”
“Don’t blame yourself. It’s not your fault for the way he treated you.”
“I know,” you sigh “I’m still trying to remind myself of that…”
“But about the festival? Are you going to that instead?” Coriolanus asks
You nod.
“Mhmm, me and a few friends. You should join us Coryo.”
Fuck he loves how his nickname slips off your tongue like that. It sounds so perfect when you say it and for a second, he thinks about how you’d moan it.
“Yeah, sure…ok sounds fun.”
“Ok cool, I’ll text you details once we get our shit together” you chuckle
“Thanks again for the lemonade.” Sejanus sighs, handing you the glass back.
Coriolanus gives you a longing look as he sips the rest of his. He hands you the glass, thumb brushing over your fingers. You smile at him.
“Of course. Well, I’ll let you guys get back to it. I’ll see you tomorrow Coriolanus!” You wave, striding back to your house.
Fuck. This is all surreal. You invited him. Him! Of all people! This whole time he was worried about how to see you again and like the angel you are, you flew right into his lap. He smiles to himself, biting his bottom lip and looking down at the pavement.
“Damn dude, maybeI will get my shot with her.” He sighs
“For real. She was looking at you like a fresh piece of meat.”
“Was she?”
Sejanus nods vigorously.
The next day, Coriolanus feels excited, yet anxious. He knew this wasn’t an official date or anything, but he couldn’t help but want to make an impression on you somehow. He looks at all his shirts, and finds a nice dark navy button up, with small scattered white dots. He tries to take his mind off this evening, but as the clock ticks by, he gets more and more anxious. You seem so confident now without Devon. Like you can finally be yourself without having to be a version of yourself that Devon likes.
Coriolanus’s phone dings and he has a feeling it’s you. He opens his messages:
Hey! We are meeting around 7
next to the front entrance
of the festival. That cool?
Sounds good.
See you then
His heart drops as he texts you, his stomach in knots. Fuck, he feels overwhelmed. His mind is racing with thoughts and his chest feels heavy. He takes out his dugout and lights up a joint. The smoke flows through him and his body starts to relax. He takes another strong hit, the thickness of the air causing him to cough. Coriolanus sets the joint on his ashtray and opens up instagram. He checks his DMs and he has a couple of messages. He clicks on the first one. It’s one of his classmates.
You selling at the festival?
I can. What ya need?
Xanny
Okay, I’ll be there at 7
He opens the next one and it’s from you. You had sent him a poster for the festival and said:
Just in case you need more info :)
He smiles to himself. You really are more bold now that Devon isn’t monitoring you and Coriolanus likes it. He likes this side of you.
The evening comes quickly and Coriolanus finishes getting ready with one last spray of his new cologne. You love how it smells from past times he’s worn it and it hopes to have the same effect tonight. As he drives into town, Main Street is packed with people and the festival looks like it’s bustling with families. The smell of deep fried dishes and fresh lemonade fills the air. Coriolanus parks on the street and walks up to the front entrance of the festival. He has a few Xanaxes in his pocket. He looks around for the classmate that wants to buy and moments later he approaches.
“Hey man!”
“$35 each. I got four.”
“Damn ok…I’ll take two”
He hands Coriolanus the money, trading him for the Xanax. As his classmate walks away, you and your friends approach him.
“Hey!” You wave.
You look so cute. A strapless red romper and a pair of white, strappy, sandals. You smile at him and he smiles back. For a moment, it feels like it’s only you and him. Coriolanus speaks up.
“Looks packed”
“Yeah. We should do a loop around, find some food and somewhere to sit?” You suggest.
Coriolanus stays close to you as you and your friends walk around the festival, checking out the booths, and look at what the vendors are selling. You check out a moon shaped necklace and show it to him.
“That’s so cute!”
Coriolanus smiles at you. He loves the way you light up. He loves how you get excited and knows you’d look beautiful in any necklace. Perhaps he should buy it for you, but he doesn’t want to make a scene. He takes note of it and vows to come back. The group walks around some more until you all decide to stop to grab some food. They stop at a burger truck, order, and wait for their food. Once it’s ready, they all find a seat. Coriolanus makes sure to sit next to you.
“Oh my god I was so hungry.” You hum, biting down on your burger.
“You sure you wouldn’t rather be having charcuterie and hors d’oeuvres?” He jokes.
You shake your head vigorously and smirk. Meanwhile your friends toss him a suspicious glance.
“Not at all. All that fancy shit is nice, but can’t beat this.”
“That’s very true.”
Your friends finish eating, and decide to look at a few more booths. They walk off, leaving you and Coriolanus alone.
“Got about another thirty minutes before the fireworks start. Want to find a better spot?”
He nods as he finishes his burger. You both discard your trash and walk around the festival grounds, looking for a good spot to watch the fireworks. You walk over toward the pavilion where a band is playing music and spot a few empty chairs.
“Perfect! I’ll let the others know where we are.”
“Hey thanks for inviting me. I probably would have just lit up at home and played video games”
“Yeah, fireworks all alone would have been lame.” You tease
“Oh I meant, like smoking weed, but it would be lame.”
He looks at you, feeling awkward for a moment. Then you look over at him, your smile fading his nerves into oblivion.
“I’ve never done that before”
“Weed?”
“Yeah, Devon was always very judgmental”
“Yeah? Well if you even wanna try let me know?”
“Maybe once I get some birthday money I’ll get back to you.”
“You would have to pay me. Besides, what would you use to smoke it with?”
“I don’t know. I see you roll it up in paper all the time.”
“Yeah, well if you ever wanna like hang and get high for the first time hit me up”
“I definitely will”
Coriolanus’s heart thumps hard in his chest. He feels hot and tries to tell himself it’s just the heat of the summer getting to him, but your beautiful lips look so divine. How beautiful would they look with a joint dangling from it, smoke blowing out and fanning his face. He imagined how you would look on his bed stoned, your cute smile looking relaxed and calm. You look away and pull out your phone. You start texting your friends and Coriolanus looks around for them. Minutes pass and they still aren’t here. You look at your phone again and receive a text from one of them.
“Oh! They found a spot closer to the food trucks, up on the hill”
Coriolanus starts to move but you tug on his arm.
“Let’s just…stay here…” you suggest
He nods, giving you a boyish smile.
“If you say so. I’m actually going to use the bathroom real quick though…”
“Ok!” you perk up
Coriolanus walks off, and walks to the booth that was selling jewelry. He told himself he’d come back to buy that necklace for you and he wasn’t joking. He looks around for it and spots it. He takes it to the front, pays for it, and finds his way back to you. He slides the necklace in his pocket and is greeted by your beautiful face as he approaches. Coriolanus gladly sits back down, starting to wonder if your friends left you so you and him could be alone, or if you told them too. You scoot closer to him and the show begins. Bursts of color and sound fill the air, and Coriolanus takes a deep breath, enjoying this moment with you. As the lights continue to flash, Coriolanus can’t help but watch as they light you up. Your skin glows under the reds, blues, oranges, and greens. Your eyes dazzle and sparkle. He’s in utter awe of you and he chuckles to himself. You glance at him and he tries to act as if he wasn’t looking, but you catch him and he snickers.
“They're beautiful aren’t they?” You remark
“Yeah, absolutely…” he agrees
As the show continues, Coriolanus tries to focus, but can’t help but want to look at you and you him. His attention is fully drawn away when the finale happens. The sky lights up like a Christmas tree and roars like thunder until it's quiet again. A roar of applause starts up and you and Coriolanus stand up to go find your friends. You text them as you move through the crowd, and eventually find them.
“Hey! You ready to go?”
“Umm I think I’ll have Coryo give me a ride, if that’s ok?” you look at him.
“Yeah that’s fine.”
“Ok, we’ll see ya then!” Your friend waves.
They leave you alone with Coriolanus again and you walk back to his car with him. He wishes he could hold your hand. He wishes he could say you look as beautiful as the fireworks, and kiss your cheek. You still look beautiful under the streetlights and as you hop into his truck, he feels like this is a dream come true.
“Sorry about this old thing.” Coriolanus apologizes
“No worries. Hey I was wondering, maybe I’d take you up on that offer tonight?”
“Y-you want to tonight?”
“You offered” you smile. When he first mentioned it, it was already a tempting offer.
Coriolanus can barely contain his excitement, yet he simply nods at your request and chuckles.
“If you really want to then we can…”
“I’ll text my mom and let her know I’ll be home later.”
Summary: after spending another night in the palace, president snow has many things planned for you, and he just loves to dress you up.
Warning: 21+ (drinking), eventually smut, dark themes, toxic themes, kidnapping, obsession, possession, stalking
Word count: 4.2k
A/N: hello 👋🏼 ok so…i think i may be able to get another fic out today im thinking chapter 4 of Summer Highs will be ready today sooo just hang in there. this series however, the heat is turning up and we definitely got a smutty moment coming up (also im still working still The Shopkeeper’s Daughter part 2 y’all I promise I’ll get it done) so enjoy this one y’all, i know i did ❤︎︎
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The next morning you realize that you must have fallen asleep in the bathroom as you pull yourself up from the cold tile. Your neck and back hurts and you strain to turn it. You slowly get up and walk back into the bedroom, flopping down on the bed. You curl up, wanting to go back to sleep again, but you hear a knock that jolts you up.
“Yes?”
The same maid from last night enters. She’s holding a new outfit in her hand.
“Good morning. President Snow wishes to see you in this today. He also wishes to have you join him for breakfast so please change and knock when you’re done.”
“Tell him I didn’t sleep well last night and I want to rest. Please.” You plea
“I’m sorry, but these are my orders.” She frowns, holding the dress out in front of her.
You take it and hold it up. It’s a delicate blue, almost the same color as his eyes. It’s flowy, the shoulders slightly puffed out and the neckline is off the shoulder. She also hands you a pair of white heels and leaves the room. You want to cry again, but feel too physically exhausted to be able to. You begrudgingly roll out of bed and change.
Once all done up, you walk over to the door and knock on it. The maid and the two armed guards are waiting outside and you walk with them. This time they take you to a separate part of the palace, up the stairs and into a larger dining room. As you walk you take note of your surroundings, and continue plotting how you’re going to get out of here without him knowing. You might have to disappear for a while, but you’re not about to let him rip you from your life completely.
When you enter, he’s waiting, alone, sipping his tea and reading the paper. He glances up and smiles.
“Come sit my dear.“
The maid leaves, but the armed guards take their post just outside the room. You slowly walk towards and take the seat across from him.
“You look beautiful. I know how to dress you well, it seems.”
“Is this what you made the other girls wear?”
“No.” He flips the page “I tailor my outfits accordingly for each of you.”
“So what does that mean?”
“That dress, that black set? It’s yours. Anything I give you under my care is yours forever, understand?”
“Yes, President Snow.”
“Good girl. After lunch today I’ll have the maid draw you a bath and I’ll have my masseuse come see you.”
“W-why?” You scrunch your face up
“Because you need it don’t you. You slept on the bathroom floor all night.” He smiles
“Thank you.” You mumble, shyly looking away
“You truly look gorgeous this morning. I should have one of the maids curl your hair before you change for dinner this evening.”
“You want me to change again?”
“Of course my dear. One should always look as presentable as possible when they have an evening meal with guests.”
“I normally only do it for special events.” You speak up
“And dinner with the president isn’t special?” He smirks, turning the page again.
You watch him as an uncomfortable silence washes into the room. Then a few avoxes walk into the room with silver trays. Coriolanus pays them no mind, but is interested in what they contain under the stainless steel cloche. They first lay out the silverware, then lift it and serve the plates. It’s a perfectly made French omelette , topped off with chives and a small pad of butter that is still melting, with crumbled crispy potatoes sprinkled over the whole thing. Next to it sits a small slice of toast with a raspberry jam. They then set down a tea kettle, two silver teacups and serve you and him steaming black tea. Lastly, they leave a pitcher of orange juice and two short glasses. They quietly exit the room and Coriolanus stirs his tea before sipping it.
You look down at your plate then glance up at him. He folds the paper up, making sure the edges are crisp and clean. He notices you watching him and gives a devilish half smile.
“You can start eating if you want.”
You nod and take a bite. Immediately you can taste how smooth and creamy it is. You can taste the ingredients piped inside, an herbed goat cheese and it melts in your mouth. You savor the taste, loving the texture of the egg as it dances with the cheese. Coriolanus takes it upon himself to pour you some juice and you have a strange urge to apologize. You set down your fork and try to say sorry but he cuts you off.
“It’s ok. I don’t mind my dear, here.” He utters
“Thank you, Mr. President.”
“Good girl.” He whispers as you take the glass to your lips.
“So what’s after breakfast?”
“I have a meeting with the Game Makers, a more formal welcome to the new additions than a fancy gala, and you’ll be modeling those dresses I was telling you about.”
“I thought that was just a lie you told my family.”
“Not entirely. You are a model by trade after all, no?”
“I am”
“Well, we need models for this year’s games to advertise the upcoming looks and you’re a model. Seems pretty straightforward no?”
“So you just want me to play dress up for you all day then?” You question, raising an eyebrow
He gives you a stern look and cocks his head. He scoffs.
“Don’t have such an attitude, my dear. It’s not fitting for a First Lady.”
You sit wordless for a moment, scared but also pissed. Fuck him. Fuck this First Lady shit. You desperately wanted to tell him off, but you utter a small apology.
“Good. It won’t even take up your entire day, I made sure of that. After my meeting, I expect you to join me for lunch. I think you’ll like it.”
“Why is that?”
“I asked to have it be served to us in the garden. I thought I’d show you around after.”
“Around the garden?”
“Yes.” He states simply “Are you enjoying your omelette?” He asks, taking a bite of his own.
“It’s delicious. Everything you’ve served me has been amazing.” You state truthfully
“I’m glad you think so.” He smiles, then he holds out his hand. You look at it and he turns his palm over. You hesitantly place just your fingertips on top of his hand. He grasps it and pulls it forward, placing soft kisses on your knuckles. He rubs them gently, smiling at you.
“You’re so beautiful. I hope to make you mine.”
“Why do you think I will please you?”
“Hmm, I bet you don’t remember meeting me at the Gala?”
“N-no?”
He smiles wider, scanning your face to see if you remember anything at all from that night.
Coriolanus goes on to explain how he first saw you and how he approached you, asking you to join his private table. You of course said yes, so he took you by the hand and led you to his group. You sat with him, he gave you lots of wine, and eventually he sent you “home”, allegedly kissing your cheek as he got you into the car, and sent you off to his house. At some point he had indeed drugged your drink and you woke up in the palace instead. You hadn’t woken up the next day, but instead spent two days mostly asleep, the power of the drugs having lured you into a deep sleep, and now you’re having breakfast with him.
“I have your dress from that night by the way. It looked stunning on your body. Red is a great color on you.”
“Thank you”
“Perhaps I’ll have you wear it tonight, to dinner. What do you think, my lovely?”
“I would like to have my dress back.”
“Of course. Like I said, whatever I give you is yours.”
“Well the dress was already mine.” You snicker
You immediately freeze, realizing your tongue may have gotten the best if you, but he merely reciprocates your actions.
“You can’t help but to be such a clever girl hmm?” He kisses your knuckles again
“If you say so. You didn’t answer my question though. Why do you think I’ll please you?”
“Because you were pleasant that night. Funny, charming, easy to be around. My team believes I’ve become too wild and rambunctious. They say I need to settle down and to an extent, I agree. I can’t help but want to enjoy my wealth these days. While I’m still young and I don't care, if you understand me?”
You nod along and he continues.
“I figure, most people show who they really are when they meet me. Whether it’s to impress me or win over my favor, I can always see a person’s true intentions. Through whatever facade they come with, I can see their truth.”
“And did you see me then? What was my front?”
“Nothing. You had nothing to hide.” He leans forward “Which is why I find you so special.” He whispers
He rubs your hand, giving your knuckles one last kiss before letting your hand go. You pull it back quickly and relax it on your lap. Then a small ding ding ding cries out from his pocket. He digs around and retrieves his pocket watch. He raises his eyebrows.
“Ah, I have to go my dear!” He claims as he returns the watch back into his jacket. He stands up and moves to stand behind your chair. He places his hands on your shoulders and massages them.
“I’ll see you for lunch.” He bends down to kiss your cheek “and then for dinner.” He kisses you again “be good today my sweets, I have something for you later if you behave. Will you be ok to dine alone for the rest of breakfast?”
You nod and he tilts your face to look at his. With the smallest touch of his forefinger, he lifts your chin so you look at him fully. Coriolanus gives you a curious frown and you know what he wants.
“Yes, President Snow, I’ll be ok to dine alone.”
“Good girl, the maid will escort you to get ready when you’re done, but take your time.”
He smirks, giving your cheek one last kiss. He squeezes your shoulders, sighs, smirks again to himself, and walks away.
You feel as if you can finally breathe, letting out an immense sigh of relief as you hear the door close. You look down at your food and don’t feel like you can realistically finish it. You stand up and knock on the door. The maid opens it and escorts you out. She takes you through the palace, not taking you back to your room.
“Where are we going?” You inquire
“The lounge, that’s where the photo shoot is happening.”
You follow her, still noting the layout of the palace as you walk around. You finally reach a set of tall double doors and the maid opens it, escorting you inside. The room is similar to his office, same crème walls, accented with gold, red Chesterfield lounge chairs
“Ah wonderful!” A man cries out as you enter the room. He’s holding a camera in one hand the other setting up the tripod stand for it to sit on. “Come in dear!” He states enthusiastically. You look around the room and notice several other people getting things together.
“H-hi” you quiver
“The President said you’re a model by trade?”
“I am”
“Splendid! Then I’ll have you change into that first dress on the rack and will move our way down.”
He points to a rack of dress and a room divider in the corner and you nod. You walk over to it and examine the dresses. It seems like they are for District 12, given they are all gray and black. Coal. Of course Snow would want the contestants to dress like this. Parade them around a bit, as the very goods that are used to fuel the capital. Almost as a double reminder of who they serve. You look at the first dress. It’s a corset style top with a short length skirt. Around the bottom was a thin layer of black tulle. You take it and step behind the divider to change. You step out and a woman approaches you.
“Beautiful! Let’s fix up your hair and makeup.” She smiles, escorting you over to a vanity.
After about an hour of hair weaving and being all done up like a doll, she shows you a mirror. She’s weaved your hair into several small braids, which she then weaved into a big, ponytail, that sits directly in the top of your head. Your makeup is a clean smoky eye, and you honestly look very sexy.
“Ok so it’s very simple just posing with the chairs and other parts of the room.” She explains and walks back over to the camera man.
“Ok my dear let’s have you lay out here. Back on the seat, and kick your feet up, yes, that's it lovely.” He instructs, setting up the camera to be in frame. “Up a bit more, your left leg, that's beautiful.”
You look into the camera, feeling completely comfortable for the first time since being here. This is your element. This is what you’re good at. It’s not all about looking pretty, it’s about selling the look to the audience, the viewer, the buyer and most importantly the person who wears it. You pose in a few more positions on the couch and lose yourself in the fun. That’s another part of this job you’ve liked. The fun. The freedom and the ability to dress up, almost become a different person. It transforms you.
“Beautiful. Ok let’s do a few more in the next dress. Ok dear?”
“Sounds good.”
The next dress you change into is a deep v-neck top, showing off the curves and valley of your breasts, stopping just above your stomach. It’s like a huge gemstone, every part of it beaded and bedazzled. It fits perfectly, just how the other one fits and you walk out from behind the divider.
“Oh that’s beautiful! The President sure does have good taste.”
“President Snow picked these out?”
“Of course. He does every year.” The photographer smiles, beckoning you to him. You pose in front of the couch some more, and now find that you feel slightly uncomfortable again. You can’t help but feel Snow’s eyes on you again. Perhaps he’s watching you in this room too. You try not to think of it as you stare into the camera lens, but it only makes you feel more watched.
“Hey dear? You ok?” The cameraman questions, snapping you out of your thoughts.
“Yeah I’m fine.” You smile “Just wondering about the other models. Am I going to be shooting with them?” You inquire, seeing if maybe you can talk to one and ask for help.
Maybe someone could get a message out without Snow knowing
You think.
“Not today, but tomorrow we will do all 12, right now we are just getting individuals for each district.”
“Where are the other girls?” You inquire, trying to sound casual
“District Two!”
You nod and the cameraman continues, encouraging you as you pose for him. So you have more modeling tomorrow. You wonder when he was going to tell you and that’s the last thought you have of him during the session. A few more dresses later and your stomach starts to growl. You hold it instinctively, wincing in pain.
“A few more shots and we’ll break for lunch beautiful. That’s it, look here, a little more to the left…a little more, yes perfect!” The camera flashes rapidly. “Ok team! Let’s break for lunch, we’ll come back in an hour and a half and finish up.”
The stylist starts to pack up and the cameraman starts to disassemble his tripod. One of the stylists helps you with your hair and wipes off your makeup.
“We’ll do a new style after lunch, ok dear?” You nod somberly, knowing that lunch for you means lunch with him. As you wipe the rest of your makeup off, the maid walks in with another change of clothes.
“Another outfit?” You examine it and she nods wordlessly. It’s a white dress, knee length, with slightly puffy sleeves. On top is a white hair bow and a pair of white, strapped sandals. You sigh and take it from her. By the time you change, it’s just you and the maid. You also take down your hair, it falls out, now slightly curled from being woven up. She walks you out and around the back of the palace. You eventually arrive at a big sliding glass door that opens into the garden and you can see him in the distance.
Coriolanus is admiring one of his many white rose bushes. He picks one and twirls it in his fingers. You approach him, your footsteps quiet and he doesn’t hear you at first. You step on a leaf, causing him to look up. He smiles, oh so happy to see you.
“Hello my dear.” He greets you stepping towards you.
You stop in front of him and he reaches out his hand to feel your hair. He plays with in between his thumb and forefinger. He takes in your scent, smiling greedily.
“Come darling. I know you must be hungry. Why didn’t you finish your breakfast?” He asks sweetly
Of course he knows. He must have his people keeping track of your meals, the amount you’re eating.
“Was it not good?” He follows up when you don’t answer immediately
“No, sir. It was fine, it’s just that my appetite hasn't been the same since I got here.”
“My darling, you should have told me what you wanted. I want you to be cared for well since you’re being so good for me”
“I-I am hungry though. W-what’s for lunch” you stutter
“You’ll see. I think you’ll like it again.”
You walk with him through the garden and he hands you the rose he was playing with.
“For you.”
“Thank you President Snow.” You nod, taking the steam in your hand
“You’re most welcome my sweets” he smiles, his charming lips curling up almost sinisterly.
You walk a bit more, admiring the other flowers in the garden, and how green everything is. He takes you a bit further until you pass the greenhouse. Around on the other side is a neat table for two looking out into the fountains and waterways. It’s set up with silverware sets and empty wine glasses. In the center is a cylindrical wine cooler and a bottle sitting in it. You’re slightly taken aback at the slight and want to hate how beautifully romantic it is because you’re here with Snow and not someone that you actually love. That you’d actually want to be on a date with. You sigh to yourself, but he notices.
“What’s wrong my angel. Here come sit.” He pats the white iron garden chair and you reluctantly follow his orders.
“Would you like some white wine?” He asks
“Yes please. Thank you, President Snow.” You nod, taking a seat. He sits across from you and uncorks the bottle. He pours you a fair amount and then himself.
“I just recently started having a drink with lunch. It’s nice to go into the rest of the afternoon feeling less tense. And I can still get everything done.” It works out well.”
You nod and look around. It’s hard not to feel somewhat at peace in such a beautiful environment. You avoid his gaze, even though he’s eyeing you like his prey. You glance at him and take a nervous drink of your wine.
“How was your meeting?” You quip up
Coriolanus perks up at the question, his smile widening.
“I appreciate you asking my dear. So thoughtful.” He pauses, sipping his wine. “It was honestly mundane, but productive nonetheless. I’m excited for you to see this year’s upcoming games. We really want to do something new for the 20th Anniversary. “
“Sounds exciting” you lie
“My dear, do you not enjoy the games?”
“I-I never said that…”
“You didn’t need to.” He pauses again, leaning forward. “Tell me if someone you trusted, perhaps even someone you loved, betrayed you, tried to kill you, starve you out, all because they wanted what they couldn’t provide for themselves. Just to take from you, would you simply forgive them…”
“It would be hard, I don’t think I would though…”
“Exactly! Even those we hold close to us can soon turn into a predator and us, the prey. We must never forget our human nature calls for us to given into our animalistic instincts in the most desperate of times. And that’s the biggest game out of them all. Pretending to uphold civility, pretending that we don’t truly want to devour each other for power.” He gives you a devious look, a devilish grin spreading across his face.
“And wanting to devour each other in other ways…”
You nervously look away, out onto the garden. He reaches across the table and tilts your chin to him.
“Look at me beautiful. Don’t be shy with me. Tell me, do you think I’m wrong?”
“No sir, you're not wrong President Snow”
“Good girl.” He whispers
He holds your face and moments later, a few avoxes enter. They once again wheel out a cart similar to the one at breakfast, serving up the plates. They take the covers off and reveal what appears to be a tomato soup and a grilled cheese with bacon. It seems unusual at first and you notice how he watches your expression.
“Basil tomato soup, and grilled cheese with bacon, Gouda, white cheddar and apple slices. I think you’ll find it a unique twist on a classic.”
“It smells and looks delicious.”
“Of course. Dig in my dear.” He scoots in, taking his sandwich and biting into it. You pick up your own as well, dunking it in the soup. As soon as the flavor hits your mouth, they storm off into a wonderful dance. You’re not sure how it’s possible, but every meal is as amazing as the last. You sip on your wine to get it down and it pairs perfectly with the taste.
“Good?” He raises an eyebrow
You nod and he gives you a stern look.
“Yes, President Snow.”
“I knew you’d like it. After this you’ll finish up the photo shoot, then I’ll have the maid draw you a bath and curl your hair. I want you absolutely perfect for dinner. Do you understand?”
“Yes sir, I understand” you nod
“Excellent! So tell me how’s the shoot going?”
“Good. It’s nice to feel comfortable here. Modeling has always made me feel good about myself.”
“Does it? Tell me more.”
You're stunned. Like a deer in headlights, you feel frozen by the question. You pause for a moment and you watch as he waits patiently for your response.
“Well I guess when I was a teenager people would tell me how beautiful I was, but I had a hard time believing it and then one day a friend of mine wanted me to try on some clothes and take pictures in them and I just felt natural, I finally felt beautiful.”
Coriolanus reaches for your hand and you put it in his. He kisses your knuckles gently.
“Who ever said you’re not beautiful?” He says, a puzzled look spreading on his face
“N-no one.”
“Then why would you think that you’re not beautiful?”
You pause for a moment and look down again. He squeezes your hand, his face drooping and you gaze into his eyes. They are so mesmerizing. A deep ocean blue, and they compel you to speak freely from your heart. You stutter at first then relax once more under the feeling of his lips meeting your hand again.
“My mother, she was very superficial when it came to physical appearance. I always felt like I had to please her by looking nice.“ you confess
Coriolanus squeezes your hand even more tight and looks down at his lap. He contains his newfound anger at your mother and then looks back up with a soft smile.
“You are truly beautiful my dear. As long as you’re in my care, I’ll make sure you always feel beautiful and never think that way again. Okay?”
“Yes, Mr. President “
“Good girl.” He kisses your knuckles one last time
After lunch, he sends you off to model the rest of the dresses and you ponder his words. You think about his face, the way he looked as if he might fall apart by simply hearing about your insecurities. How he wants to fix them and cast them away from your mind. Forever. And the way he has arranged your time here. The modeling, the photoshoots, as if he knew that’s when you felt most beautiful. You want to hate it, but there is a part of you that feels cared for. Wanted. Needed. In a way you haven’t before.
Summary: a young president snow decided to kidnap you and take you as his prisoner in his palace. he needs a First Lady, and you could be the one…
Warning: 21+ (drinking) eventual smut, non-con, mentions of drugging (reader gets drugged by coryo), toxic themes, possession, stalking, kidnapping
Word count: 3.3k
A/N: hi…still working on Summer Highs and The Shopkeepers Daughter part 2 but in typical ADHD fashion, they have been left still yet to be finished. in the meantime (also in typical ADHD fashion) i got sooooo caught up in this story that i kinda wrote it and can’t seem to stop. The words are just flowing outta me. anyways i need to get a pedro fic out (which i have those started too!) ok so enjoy this y’all it’s so fucking dark 🤍 also…we already almost at 300 followers so I would appreciate the follow (and who doesn’t like a nice round number)
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The vastness of the palace made you feel even more alone than you already did. Being trapped in this room all day and night was starting to become unsettling. It is only a few days and still, you haven’t even made contact with the man who is holding you in his possession. Coriolanus Snow, the young president, had taken you as his own. Little did you know that you are just merely a part of his collection. The collection of girls he had taken home, held captive, then released when he wanted a new one. And to keep these women quiet, money and the veiled threats of losing your life or a loved ones. He was no stranger to keeping his promises. So when he saw you at The Gamemakers Gala, you became his prey. He had taken you home to the palace and made you his.
You were sure it was only two days, but still waking up groggy, confused, and unsure of your location can make time feel like a burden. But a maid had told you two days ago, so you went with it. Apparently he has every intention of seeing you, but based on the light outside the window, evening is setting in, so you’re not sure. You had no more tears left to cry as you lay and waited for dinner. You’re not sure how much longer it is, but eventually someone knocks on your door. You pop up, and a maid enters the room. She rolls in a mahogany tray table with fresh polished silverware, and a plate cover to match.
“Your dinner” she announces
She reveals a freshly seasoned sirloin steak, with the most perfect mashed potatoes you’ve ever seen, topped off with fresh cut chives. And he even sent you a slice of chocolate cake. It’s truly the most perfect plate you’ve seen and it was only your second dinner here in the presidential palace. Despite being held captive, Snow was keeping you well fed. You nod at her and begin digging in.
“He wishes to see you after dinner. I’ll wait outside to escort you.”
You look up at her in shock and then another wave of surprise hits you as she hands you an outfit. It was a black two piece. A halter top and pants with the slits of the leg cut out, like a two legged skirt and a pair of lace up, black heels She then hands you a bag with some foundation, mascara, lipstick, and a compact. You take it and she leaves, locking the door. You sit there, fearful and confused. What was he planning on doing to you? Why is he dressing you up like a doll and fattening you like a pig? You look back down at your dinner plate with a new found disgust and push it away. Fuck it. If you don’t finish your dinner, you don’t have to see him. You’ll say you’ve fallen ill, which you practically have when the reality of your situation comes crashing down on you again. You toss the outfit and makeup onto the bed and cross your arms.
A few moments pass and before you know it the maid is knocking again. You assume she’s checking on your progress but she simply walks in with a white envelope in hand. She gives it to you without a word, leaving the room, locking the door again. Your name is printed in fine calligraphy, a deep blood red. You turn it over and notice the, white, wax seal, engraved with a rose. You shakily open it, and reveal a note. It reads:
My dear,
I’ve seen this little show before. I always find it charming and I of course love a good game, however, I know you will not win. No matter how hard you try. This being said, I of all people know how to use hunger as a weapon and trust me your body will crave it soon enough, or I could ask the chef to cook for one less person while you’re in my care. It’s up to you.
Don’t keep me too much longer.
-C.S.
Fuck. He’s watching you. A new wave of consciousness creeps over you and you frantically look around the room, then realize he is probably still watching and stop your movements. You sit on the bed, look at the meal and sigh. Your stomach is growing given lunch was soup and some bread. It was a rich chicken noodle, but not filling enough. He must have planned that too. All a part of the game he was apparently playing with you. You begrudgingly take up the fork and knife, slicing up the juicy meat and biting into it. Of course it’s divine, and a small moan escapes your lips and you scoop up some mashed potatoes.
You take your time to eat though, making him wait even longer for you, despite his request in the note. Maybe you can win this game. In your own little ways. You eventually finish your meal and stare at the outfit and makeup bag. You sigh, seeing that this may be the only way out. You touch the fabric, it’s so silky and smooth. It dances on your fingertips and you can’t help but want to at least try it on. You know once you do that, you’ll be truly trapped in his game. You sigh and want to cry, but hold it together. Now that you're painfully aware he’s watching you, you know the only thing that will please him next will be to do as you're told. Or starve until you die apparently. Would he really do that to a citizen of The Capital? You figure he just might, considering you’re this far into his plans. You take the outfit in your hand and walk into the bathroom attached to the room.
As you change, you wonder if he’s still watching you. You hope not. You’d hope he’d give you that privacy, then again you still don’t know what he has in store for you. Given that he’s making you change outfits, it seems like he wants a surprise. Like a gift being presented to him. As you strap up the heels, you take a look at yourself in the mirror. You take a deep breath as the tears start to well in your eyes. Now is not the time to fall into a mess, he wants you beautiful for him and you need to be to make it through this. Once you get a better layout of the palace and his room, you’ll be able to formulate a better escape plan.
You knock on the door and the maid opens it. She is now accompanied by two armed guardsmen, which you assume is to keep you from running. You hold yourself high as you walk out, even though your fear is still sitting in the back of your mind. Without a word, the two men and the maid walk you through the palace. It’s just as beautiful as the pictures you’ve seen. Tall ceilings, marble floors, wide windows, grand staircases. He truly has it all. You follow the group down a long hall, walls decorated with pictures of Panem and Snows of the past. Based on the pictures you see now, he looks a lot like his father. Finally, they arrive at a set of double doors, the same mahogany as the tray table. The maid knocks twice and opens the door. She stands aside and you walk in. The walls of his room have the same white marble as the floors outside, adorned with gold plating. The floors match the door and in front of you is an empty desk and red armchair. Standing beside the wide window, with his back to you, President Snow spares a quick glance over his shoulder, giving a satisfied smile.
“You found your way.”
“I was escorted.”
“That’s not what I meant dear. You look stunning by the way.”
“Well you did pick it” you scoff
“Is that a little attitude I detect?” He clicks his tongue at you “tsk tsk oh my dear, you really want to play like that hmm?”
“I don’t want to play any games, President Snow. Just please, can you tell me why I’m here? Why was I stuck in that room alone for two days?”
“To monitor your health. The drugs I gave you can sometimes make you nauseous for a few days.”
You temper your breathing. So you could have been there for much longer without realizing it. When you woke up that next morning, not in your own bed, in a room completely foreign to you, you did feel slightly groggy, highly confused and had no memory of the night before, which you chalked up to drinking. But no, Snow had drugged you and kidnapped you. And now here you stand, face to face with him. You don’t even remember meeting him until now, now something tells you that you did a few days ago.
“Well why am I here?”
He smirks and walks around to you. You don’t let your eyes leave him. It’s hard not to when his piercing blue ones practically beckon for you to stare into them. They call you, keeping you focused. Now that he’s closer up, you can see the handsome features you’ve only seen in newspapers. The same face that would sit on your coffee table and sometimes be used as a coaster, is now staring at you intensely. He eyes you, and you watch them trail down your body.
“Come closer to me.” He beckons, curling his index finger.
You nervously waltz forward, looking down nervously.
“Look up at me. Did you forget your manners?”
“No…” you breathe, now close enough to be able to touch him.
“No? What did I just say about manners my dear?” He chuckles
“No, President Snow.” You tremble
He reaches out, holding your chin, making you look directly at him.
“Good girl. You’ll learn. Consistency is key after all.” He trails the pad of his thumb against your lower lip and coos at you, almost forgetting his own manners as well. He clears his throat, and removes his hand.
“You want to know why you’re here?” He continues
“Yes, President Snow.” You nod
He smiles at you and tilts his head.
“You’re learning. That’s good.”
He pauses
“I brought you here because I think you’re special. Maybe you are even special enough to keep…”
“To keep, sir?”
“Mhmm” he walks around you, examining you. He brushes your hair back behind your shoulder and wafts in your scent.
“I assume you showered this morning? You smell nice.” He continues
“I did. I used the body wash that was available to me.”
“Good.” He smiles
There is a moment of silence while he continues to look at you. He walks to face you again and you look back up at him quickly.
“So here’s how this will work, you will live here, with me, in the palace. We will start dining together and you will accompany me to events if necessary. People won’t be suspicious since they assume that I was a president of integrity that made sure you got home safe and sound after the gala. They will assume you fell for my chivalry and I under the spell of your beautiful face.”
“For how long?” You stutter
“Well you see, I don’t have an answer for you on that. See I said you can’t win earlier and that wasn’t entirely true. You can win this game.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, I’m looking for a First Lady of Panem. I believe you could be qualified to fit that role, but I like a good trial run with things.”
“So you kidnapped me, because you want me to be your wife.”
“That’s a strong word, but if everything works out then yes, but if not you will be properly reimbursed for your time, a non-disclosure contract will be drawn up, and you’ll be free to live as you please…as long as you don’t go around talking about this, then you’ll have bigger problems. Do you understand?” He raises an eyebrow
“Yes, President Snow…”
“Good. When I’m not around, the maids will tend to you, and you will from now on have armed guards with you at all times. When you sleep, they will guard your room.”
“I understand.”
“You are very lucky either way. I do believe most women would love to be here right now, hand picked by their president. I have fine taste you see, and that applies to the women I make mine as well.”
“What if I win,” you start, putting win in air quotes “then doesn’t that mean I stay here. With you…forever?”
“That’s right my dear, you’ll be by my side, rule over Panem with me.”
“What if I don’t want that?” You mumble, fearful of his answer
He steps closer and smiles at you. He takes a lock of your hair and rubs it between his thumb and forefinger. He drops it and smooths it out along your collarbone.
“Oh, I’m sure you will. Once you see what this lifestyle has to offer, you’ll try to be my most perfect girl.”
Your eyes widen and your heartbeat speeds up. You have nothing to say, as if all language has escaped your brain.
“Do you have anything else to ask me?” He smiles
“Why not just find a wife through normal means? Meet someone and get to know them?” You quiver again
“Why would I do that when it’s in my complete power to pick and choose. It’s easier that way too, I hate courting somebody, that silly dance people do. Does she like me, does he think I’m pretty, blah blah blah. All nonsense if you ask me. I know I like you. Like you enough to see if you're a good fit. All I really have to do is get you to like me. It’s better that way. You go to the store to buy things like apples, well I picked mine straight from the tree. I don’t go through anyone for the things I want. I just…take it.”
“And you won’t hurt me?”
“Hurt you? Of course not. Why would I want to hurt a beautiful thing such as yourself?” He smirks.
He walks back around you again and stands behind. He places his hand on your shoulder, brushes back your hair and leans into your ear.
“You should know how beautiful you are. To me you are divine.” He whispers, his hot breath fanning the shell of your ear.
He rubs your shoulders tenderly, thumbs moving along your spine. Then unexpectedly, you feel his lips press against your neck. He applies a fair amount of pressure, leaving several kisses behind as he pulls back.
“Did that hurt?”
“No sir.” You breathe
“See. Like I said I don’t want to hurt you”
He returns his lips back to your neck, his hand creeping up to your jaw to push you more aggressively against his mouth. Your breath hitches and heartbeat speeds up. You want to turn him away, push him off and scream that he's an absolute monster, but your body begins to betray you. A slow heat creeps up your body, your cunt beginning to throb. You purse your lips, controlling your breath as he continues to attack your neck.
“Tell me, what can I do to make you happy while you’re in my care. I do truly desire your comfort as much as I desire to find a proper First Lady.”
“I want to be able to speak to my family. Do they know where I am?”
“Right now, they assume that you are away for work, and got called up to model the latest dresses for future Hunger Games contestants this summer. To them, you’re in District 2 for a few days.”
With that you snap and push him away, flinching as he tries to kiss you again. In response, he clutches your arm and pulls you back to him. He tightens his grip, teeth grazing your ears.
“Or I’ll send them another letter saying you were found dead after the gala, popped some pills looking for fun and took your last breath instead.” He grits harshly
“You said you don’t want to hurt me.” You whine
“I don’t want to. But I most certainly can.” He growls
“Please, I don’t want this please just let me go instead, I’ll take whatever money you offer, I don’t want this!” You begin to cry
“Let’s be honest, you don’t know what you really want. If you did, you’d be begging to stay. So I’ll show you. I’ll show you everything you could really want and more”
He once again surprises you, kissing your cheek, softly letting your tears roll onto his lips. He holds you more gently now, and you can feel your body wanting to melt into his arms. You start to stifle your tears and he soothes you.
“I have a feeling you just might be the one. You’re not like the others so far…”
“Others?” You mumble
“Mhmm. They aren’t around anymore. Like I said they got their dues instead. They know what happens if they speak up. I think you should really think about what it means for you to be my prize. Because like I said, even if you lose the game, you still belong to me.”
He kisses your jaw, hands settling on your waist. He coos into your ear, stroking your hair. You sniffle and look down at the floor. He moves his hand and tilts your head back up.
“You’ll be able to talk to your family soon enough darling. I promise.” He kisses your cheek again.
You shutter against him, more cries desperately wanting to escape your lips, but the way he continues to stroke your hair, soothes you. You suddenly feel so conflicted, accepting his comfort, but wanting to turn him away.
“In the meantime my dear…” he moves his hands back to your waist and squeezes your hips. Your body tenses at his actions and he moves his lips back down to your neck. You are somewhat frozen, trying your best to focus more on the pleasure he brings you.
“I’d like to get to know you better. Show you how beautiful you are? Hmm would you like that?” His left hand trails up your body, stopping just as he reaches your breast. You quiver at his touch, and turn to look toward him. Your eyes are full of fear and Coriolanus can see it. He sighs.
“Or perhaps another night. I’ll let you get more settled in…” he kisses your cheek one last time, before stepping in front of you. You look up at him and nod. With the pad of this thumb, he wipes a tear away. He calls out for the maid and she opens the door.
“I think we both shall retire for the night.” He tells you.
He holds your chin one last time, and you face him fully.
“I expect to see you at breakfast tomorrow. What do you like?”
“I’ll eat anything you give me.” You quiver
He gives you a faint smile and a simple nod. He sends you off with the maid and armed guards back to your room, watching you as you go. Once you return, you are left alone again and remember that he can watch you in this room. Which he is. As soon as you left, he poured himself a glass of whiskey and turned the video feed back on. He watched you enter the room. As you sit on the bed, trying not to cry, then look over into the bathroom and huff. You stand back up and storm in, closing the door behind you. You let out a huge sigh of relief. You were sure he would be persistent, not stop until he truly got what he wanted. Which is you. You sink down onto the floor, bury your face in your knees and let out a slow, soft sob.
