Summery: After returning form district 12 Coriolanus snow has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Wealth, status, power, he has got it all. What happens when he discovers that Dr Gaul, his mentor, has taken on a new assistant.
Warning: SFW - for now. (let me know if i forgot any)
A/N: Hey Hey, so this is my first time writing for Coryo. I Have heaps of ideas for where this could go and also ideas for other fics but i'm 1000% open to any suggestions, ideas or even just a chat. DM me or drop in my ask box. Chapter 2 is already in the works hehe
Word Count: 1.7K
The citadel is a cold place. Most may find it unwelcoming, but Coriolanus considers it the opposite; he feels as if he belongs there, like a snowflake in a snowstorm. The white walls seamlessly connect to the marble floor, creating a stark, pristine atmosphere.
Coryo's expensive boots click against the sleek marble floor as he walks through the empty halls. His posture exudes confidence, his chin held high, and his shoulders squared. To those below him, he appears to be looking down with disdain—a smirk playing at his lips.
He is here on business, he must maintain a professional appearance, though he always carries an air of superiority. Today, he's meeting with his mentor, Dr. Gaul.
After returning to the capital from his stint as a peacekeeper in District Twelve, Coriolanus has thrown himself into university life. Under the tutelage of the Plinths, he's risen in the elitist circles of the capital, becoming somewhat of a hotshot. On a more sour note, along with his new found wealth and status has come the form of a rift between himself and his dear cousin Tigirs, which became very evident this morning in the nature of a disagreement regarding his ever growing likeness to his father. This argument really set a displeasing tone for Coriolanus's day to follow. However, he has far too much to deal with nowadays, and can’t afford to let these spats occupy his thoughts.
Moving on, in addition to his growing popularity, he has secured the likes of the infamous (and slightly psychotic) Dr Gaul.
After Coryo’s return from 12 the unhinged professor took him under her wing as his mentor and has not only supplied him with an incredible internship to become an gamemaker, but also the promise of becoming one of the greatest minds Panem has seen
(maybe even a potential political figure one day…)
Perks of having Gaul as a mentor allow Coriolanus to secure one on one meetings or ‘tutoring sessions’ as she likes to call them. Which is where he finds himself on his way to now.
Navigating the halls with ease, he makes his way to the wing of the building housing Dr. Gaul's lab. Typically, their meetings occur in her office, either at the university or in the citadel. However, due to the last-minute nature of this meeting regarding an assignment, Coryo finds himself summoned to the citadel.
As Coriolanus approaches the door to the lab, he hears someone clear their throat. Turning to his right, a dark wooden table occupies that space, its glossy top covered in neatly stacked folders and paper. He notes to himself how odd it is that he has never noticed this ‘receptionist desks of sorts’ before.
Coryo is a selfish person, he knows that. He never really worries about anyone other than himself, or more so tries not to, maybe that’s why he has never noticed this space before, or noticed her.
Seated at the table is a girl who looks to be around his age. She's clad in a fitted gray suit vest with a white button up shirt underneath. A red tie fits loosely around her neck, the deep blood color stands out against the dull accents of her outfit.
She sits elegantly in her chair, her shoulders straight and poised, her hands clasped softly in front of her. He would have maybe described her as attractive if it wasn’t for the clear expression of displeasure displayed across her face.
Observing her, Coryo determines her demeanor screams entitled and... well, he refrains from using other such derogatory terms, but the sentiment remains.
His nose wrinkles in disgust at her apparent lack of recognition, but before he can bring himself to think of more unpleasant descriptions of the lady in front of him, she speaks.
"Name?" she prompts plainly, sitting up a bit straighter (if that was even possible), locking eyes with him.
Her gaze is sharp, her eyes feline like, piercing into his crystal blue ones.
"Pardon?" He responds incredulously, matching her rigidness.
He takes a step closer to the desk. His strong frame towers over her, casting a shadow on the desk. His being exudes authority and importance, but the girl does not falter.
Her eyes never leaving his, she states again.
“Name” her tone is almost challenging but her expression remains firm.
Coryo folds his arms across his chest. His embryos scrunch together slightly in annoyance because, who doesn't know who Coriolanus Snow is!
His thoughts are once again interrupted by the girl at the desk.
“Do you have a name?” she states more so than asks. Tilting her head ever so slightly to the side, only then does her gaze leave his as she slowly looks him up and down, sizing him up
Before she has another opportunity to repeat herself, he gives her an answer.
"Snow," he states curtly. His response prompting her to meet his gaze once more.
“Coriolanus Snow” He reaffirms in an attempt to prevent her from having to ask him anything further, but unfortunately his effort is ill as she presses further.
“Are you sure?” the corners of her mouth pull into a small smirk as she questions him or challenges him, he is unsure. However, he is certain about his displeasure with this conversation.
He uncrosses his arms and places them on the edge of the table. His face morphing into a scowl. “I have a meeting with Dr Gaul…” he states bluntly.
“...so if you don’t mind, I shall see to that now, and you can resume with what I'm sure is a very… important task that you do.” He states, sarcasm dripping from his words.
Without waiting to see the offended expression that was no doubt about to take over the girl’s face, he turns back towards the entrance to the lab taking heavily determined steps towards his desired destination. His smirk wider to himself, triumphant as having now ended that distasteful interaction that has consequently wound him up.
“Interesting Dr. Gaul wishes to spend her time with someone so daft they can’t even remember their own name”.
He whips around fast on his heel, his smirk immediately replaced by a furious scowl. Coryo's eyes narrow, his gaze burning in her direction.
She is standing now, almost mimicking his previous position, arms placed strongly on either side of the desk and her face adorned with a smirk that slowly morphs into a wicked smile, obviously satisfied with his visible reaction.
His whole body is tense, his chest is heaving in anger… no,
Rage.
Who does this bitch think she is?
He is usually one to have a lot more control over himself and would never allow his emotions to cause him to react so out of pocket like this, well at least not in this environment. But after having to deal with one nuisance after the other, all restraint has gone out the window.
As Coriolanus prepares to give the girl a piece of his mind and unleash his frustration, he is interrupted… again.
This time by the creaking sound of two heavy doors behind him, followed by the distinct click of heeled shoes. He halts in his tracks, watching the girl at the desk almost instantly return her seat at the desk, with her hands placed neatly in her lap. Her once devilish expression now replaced by the sweetest of smiles accompanied innocent, doe-like eyes that stare in the direction behind him.
He looks over his shoulder to find Dr. Gaul exiting the lab, catching them in this tense interaction.
No.
Catching HIM.
His previous ‘opponent’ now looks as if she would never even hurt a fly let alone be involved in an uncivil argument of sorts, and well… let’s just say it's definitely not a good look for him.
He quickly straightens himself and turns to face his mentor, while silently acknowledging himself how the sudden change in the girl's demeanor was slightly impressive.
His posture exudes professionalism, contrasting the state he was just found in.
Dr. Gaul's voice fills the silence as she addresses Coriolanus.
“Ah Mr. Snow, it seems you have already had the pleasure of meeting y/n, my newest addition” she says teasingly.
He puts on a slight smile as an acknowledgement to her words, but Coryo would have called it anything but a pleasure.
“Both young great minds.” she says outwardly, directed neither of them in particular. Almost as if she was simply verbalising a thought.
Dr Gaul then steps slightly to the side, signalling for Coriolanus to follow her into the lab.
As he begins to walk, Dr. Gaul holds the door and continues to talk, this time addressing him but speaking loud enough for y/n to hear.
“Don’t be giving our sweet y/n any grief, hmm?” She teases.
Sweet?
Coriolanus finds the use of the word odd, not only because he completely disagrees with it as an appropriate description for the girl… y/n, but also because it's not a word that seems natural being used by his unhinged professor.
Coriolanus looks over his shoulder catching a glimpse of y/n as Dr Gaul begins to close the doors behind them. Gaul takes his shift in attention as an opportunity to add to her previous statement.
“We Wouldn’t want her to get caught up in one of your… Passionate debates” she smirks knowingly.
Coriolanus feels his cheeks flush, caught off guard by such an insinuating statement. Disgusted and embarrassed by his own involuntary reaction, he turns his head back in the direction he is walking, but not before catching a glimpse of y/n. She was still seated at her desk, with poised and perfect posture, but her face held a new expression. An expression Coriolanus did not have the previous pleasure of witnessing.
Her eyes had gone wide and her mouth was slightly held open in surprise. Her face had turned a soft shade of pink, the flush of her cheeks matching his own.
That's all he is able to note before Dr Gaul shuts the doors completely behind them. She walks swiftly in front of Coriolanus and he follows quickly in toe.
“Something tells me you two will get along quite well” She chuckles to herself but Coriolanus couldn’t have disagreed more.
A/N: Sooooooo what did we think?? i tried my best so if there were spelling or grammar mistakes i'm so sorry!! i checked it so much it pained me hahahah. Also i don't give permission for my work to be posted without credit or whatever.
people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets
Summery: After returning form district 12 Coriolanus snow has had everything handed to him on a silver platter. Wealth, status, power, he's got it all. What happens when he discovers that Dr Gaul, his mentor, has taken on a new assistant.
Warning: NSFW / SMUT SMUT SMUT / Swearing / Chocking (let me know if i have forgotten anything)
A/N: Hey Hey everyone, me again. So sorry it's been a minute! here is chapter 3 and as promised things get REAL heated (be warned). im so excited for you all the read this. it originally was going to be alot longer of a chapter but i decided that is probs way to much to hit you with in one sitting, so instead i have broken it into 2 parts (the next one being chapter 4) which means it's basically ready to go. Enjoy my loves.
Word Count: 4.09K
The gala was an event Coriolanus Snow would rather have avoided.
Unfortunately duty calls in the most unpleasant ways - or at least he thought so. His presence was deemed necessary as per request, or more so demanded, by the ever-manipulative Dr. Gaul.
Don’t be mistaken, there are most definitely aspects of these festivities that Coryo enjoys. The potential for connecting and becoming well acquainted with the elites of the capital, the music isn’t too unbearable, and the endless amount of free posca is always a plus.
Coryo stands in the corner of the lavish party surrounded by some of his peers. He is barely paying attention as Clemensia and Festus argue over some social scandal. Instead he absentmindedly sips form his bubbling drink, letting his gaze trail off.
The opulent hall is one of the few buildings in the city that survived the war. The walls show its age, the once white walls now an ivory. The ceiling, he swore was as high as his own apartment is tall, held up by marvelous pillars carved from marble, the points in which they meet the floor and roof adorned in flecks of gold.
Coriolanous marvels at the extravagant interior of the building, trying to distract himself from the feeling of dread that sits low in his stomach. The impending knowledge that he will have to spend the night in her company overpowers anything enjoyable about this occasion.
The thought of having to be in her irritating presence and listen to her vexatious voice, which will undoubtedly taunt and argue with him, puts an extreme damper on his mood.
Tangled in his thoughts of loathing, he shifts his focus to the entrance of the hall. A grand staircase, made from a similar stone to the pillars, cascades down leading to the middle of the floor. He watches as guests continue to slowly pour in through the doors and down the opulent stairway, spilling out into the room to join their associates and friends.
One person in particular catches his attention as they stand at the top of the staircase - y/n.
He almost chokes on his posca.
Coriolanous can’t help but be taken aback by her appearance. He notices her radiant smile, the way her red satin dress hugs her figure in the most delicious way, bringing his attention to things he has never thought to notice before. The front of her gown droops and pools elegantly at her bust, exposing the natural curves of her body. It hugs her waist and hips snugly, to then flow from the knee down, the silky fabric spilling on the floor around her. As she makes her way down the stairs he takes note of the subtle elegance in her movements, her grace captivating and mesmerizing.
He might have thought to describe her as a vision of beauty, but he is immediately reminded why he would never actually conjure such thoughts when her gaze meets his, her once illuminating smile transforms into a hard scowl.
He whips his head back in the direction of his friends and kicks himself mentally, embarrassed that he was not only caught blatantly staring, but also that he allowed himself to think such ludicrous things about such a vile creature.
Coriolanous tries desperately to pay attention to the conversation between his friends in an attempt to distract himself. However, his efforts are in vain as he feels a presence approach him from behind, and to his immense displeasure it’s her.
He slowly turns his head again to acknowledge her approach, mimicking the feral scowl she odderend moments before.
His stomach flutters in what he assumes is a physical reaction to his dislike for the girl, but he can’t help but admire the way she carries herself with such determination.
‘What is wrong with you?’ he thinks to himself.
“Ah, If it isn’t Coriolanous snow, what a pleasure” she says in the most taunting way, each word laced with sarcasm.
Her expression couldn’t have been any more insincere.
“Mmm, the pleasure is mine” he retorts, pulling his mouth in a tight line as he copies her tone of insincerity.
“You haven't come with any more of those hideous reptiles have you?” he teases, taking a slow sip form his glass
“I didn’t need to, there are already one too many snakes at this party” she scoffs in amusement.
Coriolnaous hardens his glare in her direction, offended by her comment. In the back of his mind he can’t help but find her jabs and retorts amusing.
Despite his inner turmoil, Coriolanus maintained his facade of disdain, refusing to let y/n see the effect she is having on him. He squares his shoulders and plastered on his most arrogant expression, determined to keep his emotions in check.
Dr. Gaul however, had other plans.
Before either of them have the opportunity to grace eachother with more vulgar statements, their mentor appears beside them, as if she materialized from thin air.
Dr. Gaul is many things, but she is not a fool, and only a fool would be blind enough to not notice the tension brewing between her two star pupils.
“Well… my, my, you both scrub up nice” the professor taunts.
Y/n and Coriolanous both offer her a smile in return for the unusual flattery.
“Now, i think it the most appropriate moment for me to take the time to display my studious protojays to our guests” she continues as she grabs both of their arms, leading them towards a large group of men which Coriolanous recognises to be politicions apart of president Ravinstills party.
After spending what felt like a great deal of time mingling with numerous elites of the capital, Dr. Gaul decides it to be a perfect opportunity to intervene in the interesting relationship blossoming between her students… and have some fun while she’s at it.
“Now my most special pets…” she begins, her smile turning wicked.
Coryo internally cringes at the nickname, uncertain of where this is going.
“...I think that now would be the most splendid time for you both to do me the honor of taking the floor for a dance.”
Silence follows her request.
Corionlanous and y/n both stare at her, eyes wide, trying to process what their teacher just said.
Surely this has to be a joke - he thinks.
He quickly looks to the dance floor filled with men and women pressed against each other, gliding in unison as the move to the music echoing from the orchestral band.
He snaps his head back to Gaul, mouth opened ready to protest the horrid idea, but before he is able Dr. Gaul motions them away with her hand giving them both a pointed stare, emphasizing the fact that her demands are non negotiable.
“I'll be watching from here” she says tauntingly. Coryo swears he hears her chuckle slightly.
Accepting his fate begrudgingly, he turns to y/n and offers his hand. She narrows her stare at him and his hand, scrunching her face in audacity.
She rolls her eyes and huffs in annoyance, clearly realizing she has no way out of this and places her hand in his.
Her hand is soft and supple, much smaller than his own - he blinks hard trying to rid himself of these preposterous thoughts as he leads them to the center of the floor.
They stand between the other pairs of men and women and turn to face one another, ensuring to keep some distance between themselves.
With one of her palms still in his, y/n reaches slowly with her opposite hand, placing it softly on his strong shoulder.
Coriolanus doesn't miss the look of distaste that flashes across her face before she glares at him. Taking that as a sign to reluctantly place his own free hand in the small of her back.
Her clear effort to keep distance from him makes this position feel, and no doubt look, incredibly awkward. Annoyed and not wanting people to poke fun at them Coriolans pulls her closer to him, the force and speed of the action causing y/n to gasp in shock and stumble slightly against him. She snaps her head to face him, narrowing her eyes in anger as a melody begins to play.
If looks could kill… he is sure he would be dead
Despite their initial reluctance, they find themselves swaying to the music, their bodies moving in sync as they glide across the floor in a waltz of sorts.
Coriolanous looks away from her and into the direction of his mentor, who stands in the same spot with a few other guests, she seems to be smirking in their direction.
“Your not half bad” y/n states plainly, a hint of surprise behind her words.
The comment brings his attention back to her and his confusion prompts her to continue.
“At this, I mean… dancing,” she affirms as they continue to move around the floor.
His mouth makes an O shape, understanding what she is regarding.
“My grandmam, used to make me practice with her- ” y/n stiffles as laugh at his confession.
“-but only to prepare for events like these” he tries to save himself from further embarrassment, far too aware of how that must sound.
“You're not as hopeless as I would have thought either” he smirks as he raises their clasped hands, spinning her around.
She performs the step with ease, positioning herself back in front of him as his hand takes its previous position on her back
“I have been made to take lessons since i was young” she states matter of factly, mildly insulted by the remark.
His smirk deepens in response.
“I'm not sure I can take your word for it” he challenges. Determined to taument her as she does to him.
“Well keep up then” she teases, matching his expression, accepting his challenge.
As the music's tempo quickens their dancing picks up pace. They move expertly across the floor, showcasing both their abilities. They match the moves and fluidity of the other couples, whilst also trying to one up each other, as it had become somewhat of a competition to them as things usually do.
There comes a point where Coriolanus has the urge to be bold, or maybe it's a surge of confidence.
As if it was an involuntary reaction of his body’s natural doing, he sends y/n down into a dip.
He has no time to regret his movement as It catches them both off guard as they still in the position.
Holding her tightly with his arm placed firmly around her waist, their faces mere inches apart.
Time seemed to slow, the blood pounding in his ears. He can only focus on the way y/n’s chest heaves heavily in surprise so close to his own.
They lock eyes, and he swears the world has stopped.
His crystal blue orbs bore into hers, he can’t think of anything else, drowning in her dazzling gaze.
Coriolanus was acutely aware of y/n's rapid breaths, the heat radiating from her skin, and this odd feeling simmering between them.
And again, in a reaction not of his own conscious doing, their lips draw closer in an unspoken invitation.
Y/n’s eyes flick down to his lips and then quickly back to his eyes. Her mouth parts open ever so slightly, letting out a short staggered breath.
It makes him forget where he is, who he is, who she is.
He is rudely brought back to reality.
Before he acts on his impulses, they hastily pull away from each other. The spell broken as they retreated from the other's embrace, both flustered and embarrassed by the close encounter.
She stares at him, chest heaving. He can’t make out what emotions are swirling beneath her hard exterior.
He clenches his fists at his side and takes in a deep breath, angered and embarrassed by his actions.
Y/n reciprocates his stance and then quickly turns on her heel, disappearing into the crowds of people.
Coriolance doesn't wait to see where she runs, he turns around in the opposite direction, marching god knows where.
Seeking solace from the chaos of the gala, Coriolanus, feeling overwhelmed, decides to take a walk to get some air.
He walks through the halls of the building, his dress shoes click on the sleek marble floor, echoing in the extravagant passages.
He needed to clear his head.
“What the fuck just happend” he whispers to himself, wiping his hand over his face.
He despises y/n- No,
Loathes her.
So what in the name of Panem has come over him.
Racking his brain to understand why he had felt that he wanted to- No…
Needed to close the gap between them back on the dance floor.
Lost in thought, he strode through the corridors with purpose, oblivious to his surroundings.
In his haste, he collided with someone, almost knocking them over.
Y/n - It was y/n.
“Watch where you're going” he huffs at her, brushing off his tux as if she had dirtied him with her touch.
“That's rich coming from you” she retorts
“And what’s that supposed to mean?” he questions, his voice laced with disgust, desperately trying to remind himself how he feels for her.
Their initial shock now gave way to heated exchanges.
She straightens herself, crossing her arms in front of her.
He curses himself for how his eyes steal a glance at the way her movement accentuates her chest.
“This seems to be a regular occurrence for you” she points, referring to the past two times this has happened.
She’s not wrong, but of course he would not let her know that.
“I think you mean ‘we’ as it involves the both of us” he asserts, taking a step closer to her. He towers over her, his height allowing him to claim some form of dominance.
The begin to sling vulgar words at one another, with each one it becomes more heated, getting in each other faces
“ Is your ego really that big that it blinds you?” she spits at him.
He stares down at her, letting out a large breath he didn't know he was holding.
Y/n’s scowl fiercens as she steps closer to him and continues.
“Maybe if it wasn’t so large you would be able to see where you're going.”
Infuriated by her audacity Coriolanus snaps,
“Is there a singular bone in your pathetic body that carries any regard or decency” he demands, chest heaving in anger.
“Is there any in yours” she immediately hurls back at him.
He takes a determined step closer to her, making them as near as they were when they were dancing moments ago. Their faces so close their noses almost brush together.
“You are absolutely insufferable” he sneers at her.
“The feelings mutual” she heaves.
He watches her lips as she speaks, the deep shade of red that adorns them catches him in a trance. He focuses on her sharp labored breaths, much similar to his own. The heat from their interaction radiates, tangling together in the very slim space between them.
Suddenly, there is a shift in their dynamic.
He barely has time to register his actions before it’s in the midst of happening.
In a moment of reckless abandon, Coriolanus closed the distance between them, capturing y/n's lips in a fierce, possessive kiss.
The tension between them having reached a boiling point, fueling the fire of their mutual disdain and clearly an undeniable undercurrent of attraction, a raw desire that neither could ignore.
Again like the dip, he can’t seem to comprehend the motive behind his actions. However, he doesn't have time to or allow himself to regret it as things begin to move quickly.
Any initial hesitation melted away as the kiss deepened.
Hands roamed freely and ravishingly, grasping at fabric and flesh with desperate urgency. Hair was tugged, nails dug into skin, and breaths mingled in heated gasps as they surrendered to the intoxicating pull of lust.
The heat between them was palpable, igniting a fire that threatened to consume them both.
His movements rough and demanding as he captured y/n's lips in a bruising kiss that left them both gasping for air.
There was no gentleness in their embrace, only raw, primal need as their mouths clashed in a battle for dominance.
Y/n responded with equal ferocity, her nails digging into Coriolanus's back as she pushed him against a wall.
Taken aback by her fight for control, Coryo bites down on y/n’s lip and tugs, eliciting a moan from her plump lips.
God that might have been the most heavenly sound he has ever heard.
With a growl he grabs her firmly by her waist and flips them around, pinning her beneath him.
Tongues tangling in a desperate dance of need and desire. Coriolanus's hands roamed hungrily over y/n's body. Y/n responded with equal fervor, her grip tightens on him as she pulls him closer, her body arching against his in a silent plea for more.
With a shared urgency, they pushed through a nearby door, seeking refuge in the privacy of an empty room.
Eliciting a deep growl of need, Coriolanus lifted y/n into his arms, carrying her to the nearest surface—a table that stood invitingly in the center of the room.
Without breaking their kiss, he hoists her up, placing her where he wanted.
Coriolanus trailed rough kisses along y/n's neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he left a trail of bruises in his wake. His hands were everywhere, gripping and pulling at her with a fierce possessiveness that spoke of his overwhelming desire for her.
With a groan of frustration, Coriolanus reached for the hem of y/n’s skirt, lifting it up, eager to feel her, to taste her, to claim her as his own.
Their tumultuous history forgotten in the heat of their newfound connection.
Coriolanus could not make this happen as fast as he wished-
as he needed.
He bunches y/n’s dress up around her waist. The silky red fabric pooling at her hips and on to the table. Y/n catches on quickly, replacing his hands with her own, allowing Coryo to be free to do as he desires.
In a flurry he taps her knee, silently asking her to let him in. She obliges, allowing him to stand between them. His hands rake up her thighs, he stills when he reaches between her legs, caressing the lace fabric that graces her most intimate parts.
With trembling hands, y/n reached for the fastenings of Coriolanus's trousers, eager to feel him, to taste him, to lose herself in the depths of passion.
She undoes his belt and fly, and manages to pull down his pants past his knees, but he stops her before she can grasp him through his boxers. His cock straining against the fabric. He holds her wrists tightly and presses them against the table.
Coriolanus trailed kisses along y/n's neck, nipping and sucking at the delicate skin as he makes his way down her body, worshiping every inch of exposed skin. His hands roamed freely, teasing and tantalizing as they explored the contours of her figure.
He rubs her through her lacy underwear, feeling how slick she is through the delicate fabric. The friction eliciting soft moans and gasps of pleasure from y/n's lips.
He moves the delicate fabric to one side allowing himself full access. He slips one digit inside of her pussy, conjuring a high pitched gasp from y/n, which only spurred him on more.
He adds another finger, and curls them upwards, beginning to bump them in and out at a devilish pace. The sensation makes y/n break from their heated kiss and throw her head back in pleasure.
Coriolanous takes the opportunity to wrap his free hand firmly around her throat, pulling her closer. Y/n gasps, or tries to, as Coriolanus tightens his grip restricting her airway, which only turns her on more. Y/n’s mouth hangs open in pure bliss as Coryo picks up the pace with his fingers.
“You like that hmmm” he hums roughly in her ear.
She nods frantically, unable to offer him a verbal response. Her eyes screw shut as she feels a knot of pleasure form in her stomach.
But Corionlas is not having it. His grip tightens around her neck forcing y/n to open her eyes and look at him.
“Answer me” he demands, letting his grip loosen ever so slightly so y/n can form a response.
“Yes” she respond breathless
Coriolanus movements slow and y/n whines in protest
“Yes, who?” he teases.
“Yes Coyro” y/n whines, her big doe eyes staring into his icy blue ones.
In that moment, there were only the two of them, and Coriolanous was ready to take this one step further.
He retracts his fingers from y/n’s aching pussy and removes his grip from her neck. The new found emptiness causes her to whine softly, the sound drowned out by Coryo attacking her with his lips once more.
Coriolanus pulls his boxes and pants the rest of the way down, freeing his length from the confining fabric.
Before y/n has a chance to whine, comment, or do anything of the matter, he pushes himself inside of her wet throbbing cunt. Y/n moans deeply as he stretches her, he growls possessively in response to how her tight walls squeeze him.
As Coriolanus thrusts into her passionately, the force of his desire driving him deeper with each powerful movement, y/n's breath caught in her throat. The intensity of his touch sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body, igniting a primal fire that burned hotter with each relentless thrust.
Her nails dug into Coriolanus's back, leaving angry red marks in their wake as she clung to him desperately,
Every movement sent waves of ecstasy crashing over her, eliciting delicious noises from the both of them.
Coriolanus's grip on her tightened, his fingers leaving bruises on her skin as he claimed her with a possessive fervor that left her trembling with need. His primal moans of pleasure echoed in her ears.
With each thrust, y/n's world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of Coriolanus filling her completely, his touch sending her spiraling towards the edge of oblivion as she feels that familiar knott begin to form again.
Her cries of pleasure only spurred him on further. The sound of skin hitting skin echoing in the empty room as she was consumed by the fiery inferno of their passion.
Y/n’s fingers tangle in his blonde locks and tug, causing him to break their heated kiss with a hiss. He instinctively wraps his hand around y/n’s throat once more and squeezes.
He watches her face as he continues to thrust in and out of her core, the tension in y/n's body reaching a fever pitch, her senses overwhelmed by the relentless onslaught of pleasure that coursed through her veins.
And then, in a moment of sheer abandon, she felt it—a surge of liquid warmth that flooded from her depths, drenching Coriolanus in a torrent of her desire.
The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a release that seemed to leave her trembling with ecstasy as pleasure crashed over her in relentless waves.
The sensation only brought him to his peak, thick ropes of white covering her thighs as he pulled out.
For a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still as they basked in the afterglow of their climaxes, their bodies entwined in a tangled mess of limbs and desire. And as they stand there, spent and sated.
And then suddenly the reality of the situation hits.
As the shock of their passionate encounter lingered in the air, Coriolanus and y/n hastily dressed themselves, their movements stiff and awkward as they avoided each other's gaze, not uttering a word. Despite the intense connection they had shared, they couldn't bring themselves to acknowledge what had transpired between them. Croiolanus’s mind reeling with disbelief at the unexpected turn of events.
Silent and tense, they endured the remainder of the gala, stealing glances at each other from across the room.
Their stares filled with a mix of confusion and desire. And when at last the night came to an end, they parted ways without a word, the weight of their shared secret hanging heavy between them.
A/N: What did we think yall?? shit really hit the fan (in the best way possible), or at least i think so. This was also my first time writing smut so please be kind. what are your guy's thoughts? please let me know if you have any suggestions ideas or ask me a question x you can do that here.
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