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darknight3904 · 5 months

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It Burns For You

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɢʀᴏᴡ ᴜᴘ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴏʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ɴᴏɴᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ. ᴏᴏᴄ ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴛᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴇᴀᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʜᴇᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ. ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴍʏ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ!

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ

Coriolanus is 12 when he sees you for the first time. Your red uniform is pressed perfectly and your school bag looks brand new. Your lunch consisted of a hearty-looking sandwich with roast beef and lettuce and a container of fresh fruit that had his mouth-watering.

"Do you want a piece? Our maid always packs too much and I can never finish it. You can have some if you want." Your voice fills his ears

A delicate-looking hand is holding a juicy-looking strawberry in front of him. He reaches for it and it takes every ounce of self-control he has not to shove it in his mouth. Instead, he takes a small bite and thanks you for sharing.

"Don't you have a lunch today?" You ask

He doesn't. The school had said they would start supplying the students with lunches soon but how soon? Coriolanus had already been attending for a number of years and still nothing.

"I already ate it." He lied

"You're still hungry though. You can have the rest." You say with a smile as you push your fruit bowl to him.

"Is it your first day?" He asks

"Yes, my mother thought that my governess wasn't doing a good job so she had my father enroll me here. I miss being at home with my new kitten though. She has long white hair and she is the cutest thing in the whole world." You said

Coriolanus can't believe that you had your own governess, let alone a pet to call your own. He later learns from Arachne that your father became incredibly rich by manufacturing weaponry for the Capitol. Despite your inherent wealth, you've never flashed it around him.

You and Coriolanus are 15 when you discover all the lies he tells at school about his family. He had left his uniform jacket behind on his chair and you got his home address from Sejanus, meaning to give it back so he'd have it for tomorrow. Instead, you had discovered the Snow's decrepit-looking building and barely functioning penthouse. Coriolanus' heart nearly stops when he emerges from his room to see you and his Grandma'am sitting together as she compliments your shoes.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, ready for your judgment and teasing words

"I wanted to return your jacket, Coryo. You'll need it for tomorrow."

The red of the jacket in your arms matches his face as he ushers you to the door, trying to hide the fact that Tigris was preparing cabbage in the kitchen that would undoubtedly stink the entire place up with the scent of the Snow's poverty.

"Stop rushing me, your cousin invited me to stay for dinner." You say trying to stop the way he is leading you to the door.

"You don't want what she is making. Tigris is a terrible cook." He said

Tigris lets out a shout of disagreement from the stove and Coriolanus ignores it.

"How about, I go out and get something to add to the meal Tigris is cooking, and by the time I get back you change your attitude about me staying for dinner Coryo. "

And with that, you walk out the door and slam it in his face. He's rather stunned at your declaration but knows you're serious. He rushes around their home, trying to clean up what he can while Tigris laughs at his frantic motions. Then, just as he was debating whether or not he wanted to change out of his uniform, you return from your short trip to the closest market.

"I wasn't sure what Tigris is cooking so I got a couple of things." You say placing the bags on the table.

Coriolanus is sure you spent a fortune on what is in these bags. Fresh bread accompanied by a sickly sweet fruit spread and a block of butter sits in one while the other holds something else in a brown box. You take your seat next to him at the ugly little table he has eaten too many meals at and cut a piece of the bread for Grandma'am. He is worried when Tigris starts portioning out the cabbage she cooked on the stove. Coriolanus watches your expression as you take a bite but nothing that he expected happens. You don't knit your brows in disgust or get up to leave and take your fresh bread and mysterious box with you. Instead, you go back for a second bite and compliment what Tigris has done with the food.

He sits stiffly next to you and can barely accept the slice of bread you offer him. You excuse yourself to use the bathroom and Tigris reaches across the table and pinches his shoulder.

"Stop sitting like that, Coryo!" She scolds

"Like what?" He asks,aware that Tigris meant how oddly straight his back was.

"You're making her uncomfortable. You've been friends with her for years she isn't worried about what our home looks like." Tigris says

"She might not be but what happens when she goes to school tomorrow and talks?" He asks

He shuts up when he hears the sound of the bathroom door opening again.

"That was lovely Tigris. I've never had anything like it, I'll have to invite you all to my own home for dinner sometime. Our cook makes these pastries that are simply wonderful. They even get sold at local markets, which leads to this..."

His eyes widen when you finally unveil what was hiding in that second bag. A dozen expensive looking deserts sit in the brown box you brought, each one decorated differently.

"I hope I picked something everyone would like. I know Coryo mentioned that Grandma'am liked chocolate so I picked this one just for her."

Coriolanus feels a wide smile stretch across his face as you pass out your little desserts. His worries about you gossiping to their peers fade from view as he bites into what he thinks is a croissant. You laugh at his reaction and toss a napkin at his face which is most likely covered in the gooey fruit filling that was in his pastry.

He walks you back to your home that night and thanks you for making his night. He can't remember the last time Grandma'am had smiled from eating chocolate. You accept his thanks and gently tell him that he shouldn't be ashamed about his financial situation. He never gets to disagree with you though because a soft kiss is pressed to his lips followed by a rushed,

"Goodnight, Coryo! Thanks for the cabbage!"

He walks back to his own home with a jump in his step. Thoughts of you consume him as he smiles to himself, proud his first kiss was shared with you. He feels his heart burn with something that felt like it was going to come up and out his mouth as he finally made it back to his room, you officially had him wrapped around your finger.

Your room is flooded with sunlight the first time Coriolanus sees it. A soft, silky-looking bed spread sits atop one of the biggest beds he has seen as you beckon to your cat, Maisy to come and say hello to him. He looks at the oversized wooden dresser that sits against one wall. He sees the photograph of him and you that was taken a few weeks ago at your 17th birthday party nestled among little knickknacks. Books Coriolanus has never even heard of line your shelves as he you place a record on the player that sits on your desk. Soft sounds of a piano and the words from an unnamed singer fill your gorgeous room as he turns to you.

"Do you want to dance?" He finds himself asking

You accept and he leads you or well tries to. You're rather stiff and it turns out dancing is harder than it looks because he isn't any good at it either. You laugh as he trips over his feet and end up falling with him, landing on the ground entangled in each other. Your fingers brush his curls from his eyes as his nose brushes yours.

"What're you doing?" You ask quietly

"Nothing." He responds, his eyes flicking to your lips.

The moment his lips touch yours, a tingle shoots down his spine. This is a real kiss, not what you gave him when you were both 15. He cups your face and your hands are tangled in his hair as he deepens it. He felt his head spin as you moved against him, almost as if you wanted him to swallow you whole right here on your bedroom floor. A giddy feeling swelled in his chest when he pulled away for air.

"Coryo...what was that?" You ask

"I thought you'd know by now. That was a kiss, darling." He laughed brushing his thumb across your lip

"I know that...but why'd you give me one?" You ask

"Don't you know?" He smiles and places a chaste kiss on your lips "My heart, it burns for you, it always has."

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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄᴏʀɪᴏʟᴀɴᴜꜱ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴘᴏꜱɪᴛɪᴠᴇʟʏ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟɪꜱᴛɪᴄ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ɢᴇᴛꜱ ꜰᴇᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢᴀᴍᴇꜱ.

ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ / ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ / ᴄʜᴇᴄᴋ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴏʀᴇ

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴏʀʏᴏ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴅɪᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀꜱᴛ ᴘᴀʀᴛ. ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴘʀᴏᴠᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʜᴏᴡ ꜰᴀʀ ʜɪꜱ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ɢᴏᴇꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴇʀ.

ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ᴀʜᴇᴀᴅ 18+ ᴏɴʟʏ: ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴜʀʙᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴘ ɪɴ ᴠ ꜱᴇx, ᴄᴜɴɴɪʟɪɴɢᴜꜱ, ᴅᴇɢʀᴀᴅᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx - ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪʀʟ- ꜱᴀ - ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴛᴜᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀɴʏᴏɴᴇ ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ

ʟᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴍɪꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʀᴜʟʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ꜱᴍᴜᴛ ꜱᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ɢᴏ ᴇᴀꜱʏ ᴏɴ ᴍᴇ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ʟɪᴛᴇʀᴀʟʟʏ ᴏᴠᴇʀ 7ᴋ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ.

ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴏɴɢꜱ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟꜱ ʙʏ ᴍᴀʀᴏᴏɴ 5, ᴍᴇᴅᴅʟᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀꜱᴇ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴍᴇ ʙʏ ᴛᴀʏʟᴏʀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛ.

The last month and a half had been a whirlwind of emotions for Coriolanus. The 11th games had been a huge success. Not only had Capitol viewership skyrocketed but so did the districts, especially after huge viewing screens had been sent to the poorer districts. He was proud of what he and Gaul had been able to conjure up in her lab and he was proud of the warm reception it had gotten. Most of all though, he was proud of the new tech systems you had introduced and showed him. Sure, he had to deal with your flirting and pretty little shirts he wished he could rip off, but all of that had been worth the success of the 11th Hunger Games. Still, despite his feelings of success and accomplishment when people complimented him, something was missing, and he knew what it was.

You.

God, you were on his mind more than whatever shitty work he was supposed to be focusing on. During his waking hours, he found that you were dancing through his mind. It didn't help that you regularly came to the Department of War now to work. Your pretty hair and seductive outfits annoyed him to no end. Not to mention the fact that you were still with that fool, Aesop.

He'd like to imagine Aesop just disappearing one day to some unknown world and him taking the place of that ill-dressed fool. He wanted to be able to spin you around on the dance floor of all the gala's you attended with the plain featured man. He wanted to be able to be the only one to listen to the clicking of the pretty heels you wore. He wanted to be the only one for you.

Even now, at night, you haunted him. Of course, the soft thoughts of galas and pretty shoes had vanished now that he was tucked safely into his bed. He wanted you in the most sinful of way. Often, he'd entertain himself by fantasizing that you were truly there, pacing his hallway, and getting ready to open the door to his room and jump into bed with him. Coriolanus would spend his nights tangled in his sheets, pumping his cock and whining out your name, wishing you were there to help him finish. He could still hardly believe what had occurred at that restaurant weeks ago. What the hell was that? You had embarrassed him sure, but did you honestly think that was going to stop him from marking his claim on you? You were his, you always had been from the start.

Coriolanus wanted you in a way that was positively animalistic. His hand was rough against his cock tonight as his other hand ran over his chest, pulling at his nipples and pressing down at his stomach which wouldn't stop twitching whenever his fingers brushed his cock just right. What would you feel like under him? How pretty would you look when he held you down and slid himself inside you?It had been so long since you last warmed his bed that he could scarcely remember what you had felt like, sounded like, when he fucked you. Surely whatever his mind was conjuring up would be surpassed by the actual thing.

His legs kicked at the sheets that had wrapped around his legs as he spilled into his hand, a gasp of your name on his lips. He wished you were here with him. He wished you could be here so he could mark your pretty neck and chest up. God, he wanted to see tears spill from your eyes when he slid into your slick walls. He'd love to feel your nails bite into his back and mark him up, he wanted to wear your marks for all of Panem to see.

Maybe it was love, or perhaps just plain old obsession that was gripping at his mind. Either way, he knew that he'd have you, one way or another you were going to be his.

It was as he stood in the shower, cleaning off the filth that came with self-pleasure that the ideas came to him. Should he start with flattering you? Flowers each day or a nice dinner, one where you didn't yell at him so much. Or, maybe getting rid of Aesop was the best way to go about all this. Whenever Coriolanus saw the two of you, you were always so wrapped up in your "love" for the man. How would you ever realize that Coriolanus was the one for you if that ugly little leech was constantly blocking the view?

The view being him, of course. Who else would be worthy of your affection? Those other men you had and tried to play house with surely couldn't hold a candle to him. Coriolanus knew that he was the blueprint for a prospective partner. Now, all he did was to get you to see that in him again. He knew you would, eventually. All he had to do was play the game.

The first difference you noticed was actually thanks to Dr. Gaul. Despite her strange behaviors, she was highly observant.

"Mr. Snow is staring again." Dr. Gaul pointed out

"He's been staring for months. It doesn't bother me anymore." You sigh, annoyed that she was so invested in you and Coriolanus. Since when was she a romantic?

"I think this gaze will." She says her voice sending a chill through you. Why was this woman the scariest person in all of Panem?

You glance up from your work to meet Coriolanus' eyes from across the room. His eyes were, as usual, watching you. While they were normally that of a scorned puppy whose owner had stepped on its tail, Coriolanus' eyes now seemed hungry. Hungry for what exactly you weren't quite sure yet.

Dr. Gaul let out a delighted little giggle but moved away from your desk as you shot daggers back at the blonde man.

"You ought to take a photo, Coryo." You smiled

The lack of response from him was rather unnerving. It was as if he was studying you from his desk. Like he was committing the scene to memory.

Weeks passed and you begrudgingly ignored Coriolanus' gaze on you. Before you hadn't minded since he always looked at you with admiration and a saddened look of what could've been. Now, that look of determination and odd hunger was annoying you. Of course, you elected to ignore whatever he wanted until they started appearing.

Flowers.

Every day, a fresh bouquet of roses appeared on your desk. They'd be there, on your desk as soon as you entered Gaul's lab for the day. Where the hell did he get off on sending you flowers? Did he honestly think staring at you and sending pretty flowers from his Grandma'am's gardens was going to get you to forgive him? Did he not remember what he did? Cheating on you and then doing who knows what to poor Lucy Gray, and then denying it all? Coriolanus Snow was surely delusional if he thought you were going to take him back.

You scooped up the newest bunch from the pretty glass vase they sat in and tossed them into the little garbage can that sat next to your desk. A soft huff escaped your lips as you settled into your chair, Coriolanus' eyes were watching you again. Why did he even bother with the flowers if he watched you throw them away? The game had surely ended with the scene you put on at the restaurant months ago. So why was he still trying? What the hell was his ploy here? Whatever it was it was seriously beginning to get under your skin.

What really tipped you over the edge though happened on the first night of winter. It was the coldest day of the week and your day at work had been positively horrific. Dealing with Gaul's strange little quirks and the board meeting you had gotten stuck in for hours had been positively horrific. Not to mention Coriolanus had started planting red roses in your desk in addition to the normal daily bouquet.

To anyone else that might be romantic but it was driving you mad. The months of silence from him compounded with the roses was an insane combination. You wished he'd just open his mouth once and maybe say something rude so you could continue to ignore him and get rid of the feelings you felt whenever you unearthed another rose. Not to mention you hadn't been able to see Aesop in nearly two weeks since his birthday. It wasn't that you were ignoring him, your fatigue combined with his own responsibilities didn't make the best combination for a relationship.

You fell onto the couch, wishing that you didn't have to shower before going to bed. Your home was rather dark but something caught your eye. Down the hall, your bed, normally covered in a pretty blue bedspread your mother had picked for you when you moved looked odd.

Sure enough, something was wrong with it. Roses, hundreds of them sat, covering your bed so that the blue of the blanket below was gone entirely, covered in a sea of red. How the hell did he even get in here? You were on the 20th floor of the building so he couldn't have climbed in, right? Did you leave the door unlocked? Oh god was the door even locked when you came home? You couldn't remember as you checked the locks on your window in your room. Then, as you were moving to push all the damn roses off your bed something little caught your eye. A single paper swan sat on your dresser, nestled between your perfume bottles and hair brush. Beside it, a note was folded neatly almost as if he'd known you'd go to check your windows and find this swan and note.

I'll be at your picnic. Don't keep me waiting.

Coriolanus Snow had some nerve, attending a nonexistent picnic that he had missed nearly two years ago.

The wind felt like a million little knives as you walked towards the entrance of the park you had requested Coriolanus to meet you at so long ago. God you wished he could've asked to meet at a more practical location, it had started snowing on your drive over. Who in their right mind chooses to meet at a park when it's freezing outside? Oh right, he wasn't in his right mind. Perhaps he never was, after all what kind of a monster could kill their best friend?

You didn't want to admit it but Coriolanus was devastatingly handsome. He always had been, even during your days at the academy when he still had the soft curls you loved to pull on when he was in bed with you. Even now with his new hairstyle, he was captivating. Of course, good looks can only get you so far and you knew exactly what lurked behind that pretty face. A snake that charmed its prey before going in for the kill is what lurked behind those blue eyes that you had once loved to look into. But, recently, you had a hard time believing that he really was a monster. The roses and longing stares certainly didn't help either. Sometimes, in the dead of night, you found yourself wishing for him, for Coriolanus.

Sure enough, he was there, sitting at a picnic bench where you had once cried your eyes out because he never showed up, too busy with Lucy Gray. Your frozen feet sped up as he stood, ready to greet you, and hopefully explain how the hell he got into your home.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" You say, shoving at his chest when he gets close to you

"I thought girls liked flowers? Red roses symbolize love you know." He says, barely stumbling back. Curse that Peacekeeper training he went through.

"Girls also like it when people, oh I don't know, decide not to break into their home after weeks of creepily staring at them!" You accuse, angrily.

Coriolanus had to swallow the smile that was itching to weave its way across his face. The weeks of silence, stares, and roses had frazzled you. The pressure he had put on you had torn down the woman who had embarrassed him in the restaurant months ago. Perhaps he could rebuild her, into a new one of course. He knew he could and he knew you were capable of being what he wanted. All it was going to take was a little effort.

"I originally was planning to simply leave them at your door, but when I got there it was unlocked. I thought It'd be romantic to leave them on your bed. Forgive me if I overstepped. I was sure the woman in charge of cameras and new technology for the Hunger Games would've had better sense and locked her doors in the mornings." He smiled.

Could you see that he was lying? Your door had been ridiculously easy to open. The lock was a joke, hopefully, whoever owned the building would replace the locks, after all, you don't want to have break-ins, someone dangerous might get in.

"Overstepped? Romantic? Coryo, I'm dating someone already! You need to accept that and stop with the gestures! Not to mention our past isn't exactly...well all roses!" You groan

Well, aren't you just adorable with your jokes?

"I don't see any issues with my actions. I'm just showing a pretty girl my feelings for her. It's not my fault she's still with some ugly pig." He says truthfully

He smiles when he sees your face flush slightly. Sure, it could've been the cold and the snow that was falling but something inside him said you enjoyed his compliment.

"See that's the problem with you! You never see anything wrong with your actions and just keep going as if you think you're right! And because of that, you're standing on a pile of bodies that is only growing larger. " You point, stepping back slightly as he steps towards you.

"I don't ever think I am right in my actions. I know I am. Every step I've ever taken has been the correct one. The same goes for you, by the way. You want to be so benevolent and hold Sejanus, Highbottom, and Lucy Gray against me." He steps forward and finally closes what little distance was left and hooks a finger under your chin, forcing your eyes to meet his, "The truth is, you also stand on a pile of bodies. Perhaps it is even larger than mine, how many people did your mother step on to build her name, the legacy that she gifted to you. "

You're shaken by his words, rightfully so, no one wants to be called out on the darkest corners of their souls. He knows that you can see he's right. Tears are welling in your eyes and he wipes at one that falls. You look beautiful enough to devour as your eyes flutter shut. His breath mingles with yours and he appreciates how the snow sticks in your hair, it almost makes you look angelic.

"Why're you crying?" He asked

"Stop it." You whimper, trying to pull away from him and his hands.

"Stop what? Comforting you or stop talking about what got you to where you are now?" He asks, grabbing at your upper arm to keep you close

"Both." You say, voice so quiet it might blow away with the snow that fell from the sky.

"Our hands are stained in blood. Blood from the pile of bodies we both stand on now. That pile is only going to grow each year, every games we organize is another 23 added, trampled under our shoes." He points out

"Coryo, stop it," You say, looking up at him "Let me go, I want to go home."

"What I'm trying to say is why add to that pile alone? I, of all people, know what it feels like. Stand by my side and you'll never have to feel it again." He says honestly. Perhaps you'd take his proposal now. You had been so angry at the restaurant, blinded by your rage.

"Feel what?" You ask

"Guilt," He says softly.

"Like you've ever felt guilt." You scoff, rolling your eyes

"Maybe I have, maybe I haven't. What I do know is you feel it. Don't think I didn't notice your face the moment the first few kids fell during the games a few weeks ago. I also remember your reaction when those snakes were released last year and they jumped on that poor little one first, what was her name again? Wove?" Coriolanus asked, knowing exactly how to worm his way into your heart

"Wovey." You say, "She was my tribute, I stupidly thought she might have a chance to win until Dr. Gaul released that cage."

Your bottom lip is trembling as you recount what your tribute had meant to you. Coriolanus couldn't remember her very well but you clearly did. He almost felt guilty for bringing it up again. Almost.

He reaches out and gently takes your face in his hands. Thanks to the incident in the restaurant, he knew anger would get him nowhere with you. So, instead of yelling at you and calling you stupid for caring for some District scum, he gently kisses you. A surprised little gasp escapes your lips but he swallows it down as the kiss deepens. He wants to melt into your arms when your hands card through his perfectly styled hair.

"Stop it!" You suddenly command, pushing him away from you

"What's wrong? You seemed to enjoy that." He cockily said

"I'm, I'm with Aesop. I love him, and you don't get to ruin that for me because you screwed us up years ago." You say, your voice cracking a bit.

You certainly don't seem confident in that statement. Did you even truly like Aesop or were you just using him?

"If you're going to declare your love for someone you ought to actually be certain of it before putting it into words." He says

"I know your game, Coryo. You aren't going to ruin me again." You say

He can't get another word out as you spin around and race back to your car. You sure were a hard thing to catch, but he knew it all would be worth it. After all, when hunting something, the chase was always the most exciting part.

You didn't see Coriolanus after your meeting in the park. You avoided Gaul's lab and just sent your assistant with messages to her instead. Forget trying to get under Coriolanus' skin with your flirting and clothes, he was driving you positively mad. His words had replayed in your mind hundreds of times in the past week.

That pile is only going to grow each year, every games we organize is another 23 added.

Sure, you had always known that but hearing it had sent a shiver down your spine in the most horrific way. Why had he said it when he knew that you felt guilt for it. He had to be after something, but what? Perhaps he just wanted you. But you remained faithful to Aesop. So what was he doing, still sending you flowers and little paper swans to accompany them?

"You know its already dead right?" Aesops question snapped you from your thoughts

You looked down at the poor piece of steak you had been aggressively cutting.

"Oh, right...I'm sorry there's just been a lot on my mind recently." You admit

"Tell me about it. We haven't gotten to talk in weeks." He smiles

"It's just work. Gaul is getting crazier every day. She asked me if I thought having a tail would be fun today." You sigh

"Well, what'd you say? Because I think it might be kind of cool." Aesop says

"I said it would be rather odd." You admit

"It might be. Can you imagine the draft on your ass if you ever wanted to wear pants?" He grinned

"Oh my god." You groan "You're actually a child."

Aesop smiles a pops a bite of his potatoes in his mouth.

"You love it."

It's true, you loved being with him. Even now as you lay in bed, covers up to your chin as he washed off the sweat that came with sex. You loved almost everything about Aesop. His humor was perfect and his cooking was simply divine. Not to mention he was simply a perfect gentleman. Although, nights like this had you wishing for something a bit more exciting. Honestly, you sometimes wished for someone not so agreeable, someone who'd banter with you over something ridiculous. Beyond that though, you missed the feeling of a true orgasm. Aesop was lovely in bed but he wasn't quite so knowledgeable about the female form when it came down to it. You had chalked it up to him always making foreplay just a bit too short.

When even was your last orgasm with another person? Perhaps one of those flings you had before you met Aesop? Or maybe...oh no surely it couldn't have been the last time you slept with Coriolanus. That was years ago! You had to have had one with another partner. Perhaps that fellow who had dyed his hair green and had been so tall you could've asked him to change a lightbulb without a ladder. Or maybe that time Aesop had gone down on you? No that wasn't it....

"What's on your mind?"

"Nothing...come to bed." You smile as he emerges from the bathroom, admiring his naked chest.

"Let me get dressed first," Aesop says as you reach for him

"Ugh, fine." You laugh, despite his shortcomings, he truly was the perfect one for you.

Coriolanus had finally decided exactly how he was going to free you from that monkey's grasp. Aesop, bless his thoughtful soul was in medical school at the university. Coriolanus had dug deeper into the university files and found that Aesop was the son of some rich man who ran huge lumber plants out in District 7. This meant that Coriolanus' favored method of poison would probably be too harsh for the situation. Not to mention you'd surely know who did away with your paramore. No, this particular murder was going to take a bit of cunning moves, moves Coriolanus was sure he'd be able to pull off,.

Amidst this digging, he also found out that not only was he two full years older than you but he was also amid his residency at a doctor's office closest to the school. Aesop was certainly making it a bit too easy for Coriolanus to get rid of him once and for all. So, now, here he sat, a middle-aged Capitol woman, the wife of some lofty untouchable politician in front of him.

"And then what are you going to say to the board at the school?" He asked, hoping it had finally gotten through her thick skull.

"I say that he harassed my son when I went to the bathroom. And my boy was too scared to say anything about it until now." She said

"Who is he? The board won't know what to do if you don't give names. And you need to give more details or it won't be believable." He sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. Did this woman have nothing but air between her ears? How hard was it to get a fake story right? Coriolanus wished there had been a better option for this but she was the only one rich enough that the school board would have no choice but to act.

"R-Right. He-The student Aesop. When my son and I were at the office he works in last week, I left to go to the bathroom and when I came back into the room, he was harassing my son." She says

Who the hell was teaching these people? Honestly, someone who is so incompetent should just go live in the Districts. Let another person more deserving take their place in society.

"What kind of harassment?!" He yelled, slamming his hands so hard on the desk she flinched across from him. "Sorry...you just, you need to be crystal clear with what kind of harassment or he will never get put away. You want revenge on this Aesop's family, right? His daddy left you for another woman years ago right?"

The woman nods, still a bit scared from him losing his cool.

"Okay, well I want this Aesop put away for good. So you and I have a bit of common ground here. But it won't work if you aren't perfect when you go to the board." He smiles

The woman is as predictable as any other Capitol citizen and is easily charmed by his warm demeanor.

"Now, let's try it again." He says, reaching across the desk to take her hand in his, "And this time I want you to be perfect, understand?"

Coriolanus isn't sure what to make of the blush that warms this woman's face. Of course, he should've seen it coming since she had been practically drooling over him ever since he summoned her to his office. Guess it was good to know his charm was still intact despite you rejecting him so many times.

"I went to the doctor's office with my son last week. While we were there I had to use the restroom, so I left my boy in the examination room and expected him to be safe there." She starts

"Good," He praises, "Now continue"

"When I returned to the room, the medical student I had seen with the doctor earlier was harassing my boy. He was too scared to tell me what truly had happened though until last night which is why I'm coming to you now." She finishes

"Wonderful. Now they'll ask you what manner of harassment this was, you know. And what exactly are you going to say?" He says, releasing her clammy hand from his.

"The sexual kind, right, Mr. Snow?"

Perfect. Absolutely perfect. Aesop would be gone from your life before the week was over and Coriolanus would be there to pick up the pieces that were left behind.

Your call comes right after Coriolanus has finished his dinner.

"Coryo!"

Your voice sounds desperate through the phone. Perhaps you had been crying because you sounded a bit choked up as well.

"Yes?" He asks, hoping it doesn't sound like he's smiling on you r end.

"They took him! They just came into my home and snatched him right off my couch! I tried to stop them but they took him outside and into this huge truck! I called my mother but she said she can't do anything! Please you have to do something!"

You're so frantic he actually feels bad for a second.

"Slow down. Who took who?" He asked, playing his part

"Aesop! A bunch of Peacekeepers just barged into my home and took him right off the couch. They just said he had been charged with some crime by some fancy politician! Please Coryo don't you have connections to get him out?" You wail

He doesn't. Even if he did he'd never use them on a fool like Aesop. But he doesn't.

"I'm going to come over. Just stay put." He says before placing the phone back on the hook.

How perfectly everything falls into place when you grease the right palms.

You're a little ball of tears, snot, and anxiety when he finally gets to your cute little apartment. He had let himself inside, the door had been unlocked for real this time.

"Coryo!" You cry, jumping into his arms

He wasn't expecting you to be so willing to hug him but he accepts it anyway. You feel so perfect in his arms, even if your tears are staining his dress shirt.

"Stop the tears." He gently commands when he feels the dampness hit his skin.

You let out an ugly sniff before letting go and gesturing for him to sit on the couch with you.

"So tell me exactly what happened." He says, making sure to scoot closer to you

You recount exactly how your evening has gone and he pretends to really take it all in. While your pretty voice fills his ears, he can't help how his mind begins to fantasize. Your tears are still falling slightly and he finds himself wishing he was the cause of them. Not out of pain of course, pleasure obviously. His eyes wandered over your frame as he took in your attire for the evening. You were in a simple dark blue pullover. It looked decently soft and comfortable as he gulped at the sight of your exposed legs. Where were your pants? Had you hugged him without pants on? You must've since he didn't see you remove anything since he entered. Your pretty hair is messily pulled out of your eyes as you say something about how scared Aesop had looked when he was hauled off.

Your exposed skin was making it even harder to focus on the words falling from your lips as his mind raced. Were you playing some game here? He'd love to find out by bending you over this damn couch and fucking you silly. Finally, there was nothing between the two of you, Aesop had gone to meet his fate and you were clearly interested in what he had to offer. That outfit was making your interest abundantly clear. Your legs shifted suddenly and He's sure he sees the lacy glimpse of lingeine. Is that why you were so upset? Were to planning on seducing Aesop and now he's left you high and dry? Poor, pretty girl. Not to worry though, he'd gladly take Aesop's place. He felt his pants tighten as he imagined you on your knees in front of him, taking his cock into your pretty mouth. Whatever lacy little number you were wearing under that damn shirt he'd tear off and make sure your body was covered in him before the night was over.

"Is there anything you can do for him?"

Shit. Thats right. He was only here because you thought he could spring Aesop from whatever fate awaited him.

"I'm afraid even I do not have connections that go that high yet." He says, trying his best to sound regretful

"Do you think Dr. Gaul does? I can call her now." You suggest, hopefully.

It's pathetic how desperate you are right now. Why can't you just let him go?

"She may, but do you even know what crime he committed? What if it's something awful? Then, wouldn't it be better that he was locked up?" He asks

"I'm sure it's not. They probably have the wrong person. His father is incredibly wealthy you know." You say, sniffling slightly

He does know.

"No, I didn't. In that case, perhaps he'll be fine then. Money goes a long way here, you know that." He smiles, gently taking your hand in his

"You're right...perhaps I'm being hasty." You sigh

"Perhaps." He agrees before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead.

He smiles when you lean into his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

You're happy he's here by your side. If not for Coriolanus' presence you'd probably be slipping into madness and dialing up Dr. Gaul and god only knows what she was doing at this hour.

"Thanks for coming over, Coryo. I'm sorry I went crazy on you at the park that night." You apologize, truly feeling guilty for how you acted.

"Is that the only thing you're sorry for?" He quips

You know what he's referring to. The restaurant incident must've hurt him badly. You actually feel a bit guilty as you squirm under his gaze.

"I'm sorry for the restaurant thing too." You say, your voice just barely above a whisper

You hear him let out a little amused laugh.

"It's alright, pretty girl. I know you were just upset since you thought I cheated on you with Lucy Gray." He says

You nod in agreement, your mind feels like it's stuffed with cotton as Coriolanus' big hand begins to rub circles on your exposed skin. His hand drifts slowly up, up up, and brushes at the lace that covers your core.

"Coryo..." You gasp when his finger presses at your clit through the fabric

"Mmm, what is it?" He mumbles, his attention elsewhere as slips a finger behind the fabric and into your soaked folds.

You feel Coriolanus let out a laugh of delight when a desperate gasp leaves your lips.

"Someone's desperate. You're soaked." He teases, his lips gently sucking at your neck.

You knew the cause of your desperation, stress from work, and the lack of orgasms was taking a toll on you. The original plan for the evening had been to don sexy undergarments and then pull Aesop into bed with you. But now...Coriolanus was here, warm, pressed against your skin and toying with you just right, and for the first time in over a year, you actually feel an orgasm building up.

"Stop." You command, finally finding your voice among your newfound pleasure.

The warm hand drags itself from between your thighs, regrettably and Coriolanus looks at you like you've stolen his favorite dessert right off his plate.

"What is it? Did I hurt you?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder which had become exposed when your shirt was pushed slightly off. When had he done that?

"I-I'm with Aesop, remember." You shakily say

"You don't sound so sure about that." He smirks

You roll your eyes and are about to scold him instead are met with him actually cooperating when he stands up to leave.

"I'll see you tomorrow." He says before walking out and closing the door behind him.

The next few months were hard. Hard on you but also hard on Coriolanus. Aesop ended up being defamed on national television just days after Coriolanus had finally gotten the first taste of you in years. He had been essentially verbally ripped apart by the president and the father of the boy he had allegedly "assaulted". Then, he was physically ripped apart by some of the largest dogs Coriolanus had ever seen. It had been quite the spectacle and something inside him said that Gaul was behind the dogs that devoured your boyfriend on national television. You were a messy little thing after that. A depressed, messy thing. Coriolanus spent many days after that at your bedside trying to coax you into the shower or at least into a bath. It was when he was trying to force food down your throat that he truly felt bad for his actions. He had underestimated your love for Aesop. Of course, how was he supposed to know that they were going turn him into a living spectacle and let him be eaten by mutts?

But what came after was worth every bit of work and spilled food on your mattress. Aesop's overly graphic death had left you a shell of who you were before and now you clung to Coriolanus like he was going to disappear from your hold. Even now as you were in his bed, you wanted him as close as possible. You were nestled into his side as you both read your own books. Coriolanus' was something about the histories of Panem and yours a work of fiction. Normally, it held his attention perfectly but you were distracting. The way your tongue would jut out and lick at your lips every few minutes was driving him insane, not to mention the fact that you were dressed in his clothes in his bed.

"Coryo," Your sweet voice sounded "What's wrong? You're staring at me pretty hard."

"Nothing...just thinking how positively delicious you look in my shirt, in my bed, smelling of me." He smiled

You let our an embarrassed groan and try to shove him away from you.

"You're such a pervert." You laugh

It's true, he's a pervert. A pervert just for you. You had been driving him insane ever since you had begun to cling to him like a lost puppy. Even now, his eyes were roaming to where the swell of your tits was trying to hide under his shirt. What a poor job it was doing, he'd love to rip it off you.

"What're you thinking about?" You ask

"I...am thinking about skipping my dinner and going right to dessert tonight." He smiles, sitting up and getting up to position himself at the end of the bed

"Coryo!" You smile and gasp when he grabs you by the ankles and pulls you towards where he waits at the foot of the bed.

He gently pulls at the skimpy panties you've put on for the day. Honestly, what were you thinking? That you'd be able to prance around his home dressed like this and not entice him at all? He tosses them to the floor before gently pushing your legs apart. His eyes meet yours, a silent request for permission to bury his head between your thighs.

"Go ahead. I know you want to." You laugh

It's all he needs before his lips begin to tease the soft flesh of your inner thighs. He watches carefully as your head tips back when his teeth brush along your folds.

"Fuck!" You gasp when he presses a warm kiss to your clit

It's his turn to gasp and groan though when his tongue finally meets your cunt and your hands fly to his hair and tug.

"So sweet. You're going to ruin me, pretty girl." He mumbles before going up to suck your sensitive little clit.

You're seeing stars dance behind your eyelids as he licks and lets his teeth gently nibble at your most sensitive bits. Your clit feels like its burning as he pulls it into his mouth and sucks, hard. What really does it though is when he lifts a hand off your thigh and presses two long fingers into your needy entrance.

"Coryo!" You gasp as your hips jump off the bed, trying to jump away from the onslaught of pleasure.

"Stay still." He warns, biting at your thigh

You let your fingers tug harshly at his hair as he continues his ministrations.

"C'mon, give it to me. I know you're close."

Coriolanus' deep voice, riddled with lust is all it takes for you to cry out and cum all over his pretty face. Your chest heaves for air as he lets you come down.

"Good job." He smiles, wiping the back of his hand along his face that glistens with you.

You smile a dopey smile as he gently runs his fingers along the mess he made between your legs. His hands drift upwards and tug at your shirt, clearly wanting to expose your chest to his gaze. You comply pull his t-shirt off and toss it off the bed.

"We're not done yet though." He says, pleased, before leaning over to whisper in your ear like it's some secret no one else can know, "Turn around, ass up."

You let him maneuver you into the position he likes best, a deep arch in your back, displaying what was between your legs perfectly. You feel his hands run along your back, undoubtedly admiring you from behind.

"What a pretty little thing you are." He compliments before sliding into you.

Coriolanus swears there's nothing more perfect in this world than your cunt. The way it tightens when he goes just the slightest bit too deep and the way it just gushes whenever he toys with your clit. He admires what you look like from behind as he drills into you. His hands run up your body and twist into your hair before meanly pulling up so your back is flush with his chest.

"You're too fucking perfect." He rasps into your ear, inhaling the scent of your sweat "You've got me fucking you from behind, like a damn animal. Do you enjoy it? Being treated like some slut? A bitch just made for me hmm?"

"More!" You gasp, "Please, Coryo!"

"She wants more." He laughs, he knows he's being mean when he slows down his hips and you cry out.

"No!" You cry as he pulls out

"Just wanna look at you when you cum." He explains as he gently pushes you down so your back hits the mattress

A desperate moan leaves both of your lips when he slides back in.

"Coryo!" You gasp as his fingers find your clit, he could feel his stomach clenching, a telltale sign he was ready to cum, but what kind of a man doesn't get his girl off first?

"Are you close?" He says, ignoring the way your nails dig into his back when his hips speed up

"Yes!" You exclaim, letting your nails rake down his skin.

He groans as he leans down to steal the messiest of kisses from you. Spit and teeth clash as he continues to rock into you. He grabs at your hand and brings it up to your bouncing chest.

"Give me a show and I'll let you cum." He whispers into your ear, knowing you'll listen

He has to harshly grasp at the sheets under you when your little hands toy with the the chest that has had him enamored since he was a teenager.

"Fuck!" He gasps before swooping down to suck marks into said chest.

"Close!" You cutely warn him

"Yeah? Go ahead, cum." He demands before moving his hand from your clit to press on your stomach

It's with that that he feels you constrict around him and he can finally pull out and let go all over your stomach. Sticky cum webs its way onto your pretty skin and he admires it before collapsing next to you.

Silence settles over the room as you both catch your breath. He smiles when he feels you press your still naked, sweat body against his side.

"Thank you, Coryo." You mumble, burying your face in his neck.

"For what?" He asks. You should know you don't have to thank him for sex, after all, he enjoyed it just as much as you did

"For staying with me."

Coriolanus smiles to himself as he reaches over to press a warm kiss to your forehead. You truly were the perfect one for him, no one else compares.

"You're all mine, darling. I'm not going anywhere."

This is the final part of the Blank Space series. Thank you for reading! If you want more I suggest checking out my other work It Burns For You. It is also a Coriolanus x Reader story.

This part was an absolute beast to write and If you want I'd love to read some comments on what you did or didn't like about it.

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See you in the next story!

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