Eventually (Coriolanus Snow x Reader)
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Summary: Coriolanus could appreciate irony, but the one person he desires more than anything wanting nothing to do with him pushes him to new territory
Tags: (18+), cw: noncon, dark!coriolanus, deeply implied stalker!coriolanus, unreliable narrator coriolanus (boy is delusional tbh, no one is doing more mental gymnastics than him), pre-mentor era, obsession, unprotected sex, choking (only for like a second), virginity status undisclosed but as I was writing I began to imagine this being the first time for both of themâitâs not even implied tho, so do with that what you will
A/N: a character as evil as him I couldnât conceive writing fluff for. heâs bad and guess what Iâm not gonna fix him, but I also canât make him not-hot so⊠hehe. please read the tags and proceed with caution <3
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You wanted nothing to do with him, and that made him crazy.
No, if anything, you were the crazy one. Coriolanus hadnât done anything but try to be your friend, but you snubbed him without reason.
Coriolanus did a good job at keeping the financial situation of his family a secret. No one knew, and he doubted you were an exception. Yet, it was as if you looked down upon him.
Although, youâd grown fond of Sejanus, so even if you did know, status wasnât a concern of yours. It was something he admired, yet questioned all at once. There had to be a reason for your dismissal. A reason you couldnât bring yourself to even offer a smile back. Itâs not like he was asking a lot.
Itâs not like he wasnât trying, either. Heâd gotten used to trying to make people like him, to see him as better than he was, but it was never this hard. It wouldâve been so much simpler if you just told him to his face what your problem was, but whenever he came around, mostly when you were talking to Sejanusâthey were friends, it was the perfect excuseâyou just went quiet. Youâd greet him, make no effort to continue the conversation, then excuse yourself.
All Coriolanus wanted to know was why.
âYouâre watching her again,â Clemensia whispered to him, eyes flicking between him and the paper in front of her.
They were class partners, but Coriolanus was beginning to think he spent too much time with her.
âWho?â
Clemensia let out a small chuckle, mocking him. The professor at the front of the class looked up, and Coriolanus quickly looked down at his paper, taking his eyes off of you.
âYouâre too obvious,â she muttered, a smirk in her voice. âMaybe thatâs why she doesnât like you. Because you stare at her too much.â
She didnât get a responseâit didnât deserve one. Coriolanus questioned why he ever told her anything. She made him sound like some sort of stalker. Which, for the record, he was not.
His eyes managing to find you frequently wasnât a crime, and neither was crossing your path. Maybe it wasnât a coincidence most of the time, but itâs not as if he was harming you by watching you. He doubted you noticed anyway.
Seeing you nearly everyday had been enough to keep him sated, but then Sejanus started talking about you. Through no fault of his own, Coriolanus learned things about you. What he came to know made him curious to discover more. Even if you did not seem keen to let him.
Being content with what he had didnât keep its appeal for long. Not when you were right there, your presence taunting him. Making him want what you would not let him have.
âYou just need to talk to her, Coryo,â Tigris told him one evening, when he revealed everything to her. âNot in class and not with Sejanus. Just you. Let her know the real you and I promise sheâll like what she sees.â
Coriolanus took his cousinâs advice to heart. She was much more empathetic than him, she had to be onto something, right?
Everything changed when Coriolanus sat across from you at a study table in the library.
As beautiful as you were from a distance, being up close was something else entirely. He could admire you for hours and never get tired.
You looked up at him, he smiled and said hello just like Tigris advised. The smile you returned seemed forced, and you ignored that he had spoken.
It upset him, but not as much as when you got up and walked out. It was the last straw. Coriolanus was following you into the hall before he could think better of it.
He caught up to you, dropping his hand to your shoulder to make you turn around and face him. When you did, you looked surprised. That wasnât what made Coriolanus hesitate, but the realization that he had never been this close to you before. Not even sitting across from you compared to touching you.
His heart skipped a beat.
âWhat do you want?â you questioned, a level of annoyance he thought to be unearned in your voice.
His heart started again.
âHave I done something to you?â Coriolanus confronted you, feeling a familiar sense of agitation creep over him. He had to know. âTo make you feel such distaste for me?â
âI donât dislike you, Coriolanus,â you replied, calmly after recovering from your initial shock. âIâm just⊠indifferent to you.â
The answer confused him more than it did enrage him. He smothered the latter feeling as he observed you.
âYouâre⊠indifferent,â he stated, not asking. His feet shifted beneath him. It hurt, for some reason. âWhy?â
Your eyes narrowed ever so slightly, studying him. It was the same way youâd look at your books when you were struggling with a subject, lingering behind in class or the library until a triumphant smile crossed your face.
Only, that smile never came. Your expression just faded back to normal.
âYou shouldnât put so much weight on what other people think of you,â you advised, stepping closer to him. His breath caught in his chest. You smelled sweet, like flowers. âEspecially not someone you donât even know.â
It was then, he realized, you hadnât moved closer to him with purpose. Youâd been on your way moving past him. His eyes focused on your back as you walked away, figuring out what to say.
âIâd like to know you,â he announced earnestly, verbally trying to pull you back. âIf youâd only give me a chance.â
You slowed to a stop, looking over your shoulder. Coriolanus felt as if he was on display as your eyes raked over him, determining for yourself his sincerity.
âYouâre friends with Sejanus, arenât you?â you wondered. It wasnât what he expected, but Coriolanus nodded. You sighed, which irked him to think it was pity. âIf youâd like to join us for lunch I wouldnât be against that.â
âIâll see you then,â he said, but you were already turning away. He kept to himself that he had already tried in the past.
His friend was nice. Too nice for his own good, truthfully. It wasnât as if Sejanus completely abandoned him the moment he befriended you. It was more like he split his time, attending to both friendships. The only thing Coriolanus held against him was that he never tried to reintroduce the two of you. Maybe even put in a good word.
At lunch Coriolanus found you and Sejanus quickly, he knew where you liked to sit.
âHey, Coryo,â Sejanus greeted, smiling. âAbout time you decided to join us.â
Coriolanus put on a smile as he sat down. âWell, I wouldâve sooner, but I wasnât sure I was welcome before.â
The comment made you smirk, in on the joke as Coriolanus looked at you.
âWhoâs to say you are now?â you sarcastically replied, as if you hadnât been the one to invite him.
Well, âinviteâ was being generous, but he still seized the opportunity nonetheless.
âIgnore her, she canât help herself,â Sejanus said with a chuckle, used to your humor.
This time, when he tried to talk to you, you engaged. In between discussions of classes and assignments, Coriolanus had to dodge your quick wit.
He liked the challenge, and the next day, he went back for more. Even walked right past Clemanisa and Arachne, who tried to invite him to their table with Festus. You were waiting for him.
He noticed you and Sejanus already talking.
When he sat across from you, you raised your brows. âSeeking refuge?â
Before he could ask what you meant, you nodded your head towards the girls heâd left behind.
You knew about his friends?
âYou could call it that,â he replied, a smile starting to appear.
You nodded and hummed.
âWell, what are your qualifications?â
âExcuse me?â
âYou joke too much, Y/N,â Sejanus lightly scolded you, interrupting whatever path you were going down, which made you laugh. âHeâs going to think you donât like him.â
âHe knows I donât mean anything by it,â you assured, looking at Coriolanus. âIâm just trying to figure him out.â
Your tone was filled with confidence, but your face⊠Coriolanus wasnât sure how to place your underlying expression. You had a shield up, he knew that much, but what did that have to do with him? Were you trying to figure out if you could let it down for him? Or something else?
âOf course,â Coriolanus answered, not taking his eyes off of you. âIâm an open book.â
âAre you, now?â You folded your arms on the table. âYour friends love to gossip, and I donât think Iâve heard that about you.â
âItâs not my fault if they donât know how to read,â Coriolanus quipped, proud of himself for being so quick.
None of his friends had wronged him, but the joke at their expense was worth it for what followed after.
He made you laugh. Not just smile, but truly laugh. It was exactly what he wanted, and it actually worked. Awe didn't begin to describe how it felt.
Joining your table for lunch became the best part of his day. Sometimes he forgot Sejanus was even there, far too eager to see you. He saw you all the time, of course. Watching you was a habit he had yet to break, but this was different. You were aware of his presence, and he was able to speak to you. It didnât matter that you still seemed weary, it was enough.
Even if you didnât like him, you still had conversations with him, so that was something.
Sometimes, if you were deep in a discussion, debating ethicsâyour favorite topicâit would continue beyond just the table. Heâd walk you to class, wanting to hear your voice just a second longer.
âI want to meet this girl,â His grandmother declared one night, after Coriolanus drifted to the topic of you over dinner. Heâd been doing it more recently.
Tigris gave him a look, a light frown. There was no way to do that without you coming to his home, and he wasnât going to let that happen.
âLet Coryo decide that, Grandmaâam,â Tigris insisted, patting the older womanâs shoulder.
âWell, he has feelings for Y/N,â she argued, looking at Coriolanus. He used your name enough that she remembered it. âAnd she likes him tooâdoesnât she?â
Coriolanus gave a tight smile. âYes, she does.â
Keeping up appearances.
âWell, that settles it, then,â Grandmaâam decided.
âI think itâs time you get to bed,â Tigris intervened, getting their grandmother up from her chair.
Later, when they were alone, Tigris asked him, âDoes she even know how you feel about her?â She knew him too well. He took too long to answer. âYou should tell her. From what youâve told us, you two should be together. But it wonât happen unless you make it known how you feel.â
Coriolanusâs dreams were filled with you, as they usually were, but something was different the morning he woke up after the conversation with Tigris.
All he had to do was prove himself to you, and he knew that now.
Coriolanus found you in the library a lot, often pretending to stumble upon you. This time, he didnât put on a facade.
âI thought Iâd find you here,â he acknowledged, sitting down beside you. Often heâd sit across, but he was testing the waters. Seeing if you were put off by the proximity. âStudying for Featherlyâs class?â
âIâm terrified for his test,â you confided, rubbing your temples as you hunched down at your book. âI feel like my mind has no room for anything else. Iâve memorized nothing.â
With a sigh, you sat up and pushed the book away.
âI can help you,â Coriolanus insisted, reaching for the book. He read over the page you were on, knowing heâd already perfected the subject. âYou shouldâve asked for me sooner.â
Maybe it was a little spiteful, but he hadnât purposely meant it to come out that way. You still noticed it, taking your book back.
âIâm not asking for your help now, Coriolanus,â you muttered, looking at him out of the corner of your eye.
You were the last of his friends to still call him that. Most everyone else called him âCoryoâ. Not you. But you were stubborn in many ways. This too, apparently.
âI didnât mean anything against you,â he said lightly, even chuckling a little. It was forced, but he wanted to show he wasnât being that serious.
Using your own words on you did not have the desired effect.
âMmmhmmm,â you hummed.
Coriolanus tilted his head down, trying to get you to meet his gaze. You gave in, facing him, looking unamused.
He wanted to wipe that look away, but didnât know how. If he could just make you like himâ
Suddenly, your watch began to beep.
âTest time,â you grumbled, taking back your book and getting up.
Coriolanus followed you down the hall and into class. The tests were already on the desks, waiting. You two were earlyâhe noticed that because of the clock on the wall.
He walked you to your seat and wished you good luck. To his surprise, you offered the same in return. Then, he went to his own. Other students filed in quickly after, professor Featherly being the last to enter the room.
The professor declared, âBegin,â then sat at his desk in the middle of the room and began to read.
The test wasnât easy, but Coriolanus knew what he was doing. One look around the classroom and he saw that wasnât the case for most other students. He felt a sense of pride, until his gaze landed on you. You were one row down and four seats to the left. Heâd counted before. You were fiddling with your pencil, struggling to come up with what to write down.
While he couldâve been the first to finish, Coriolanus let other students turn their tests in before him. An hour passed by, but it moved quickly.
There were only a few students left when you finally got up. You radiated an anxious energy, much like the others, but Coriolanus didnât care about the others.
Clemensia stuck her hand up in the air, waiting for the professor to notice her, distracting Coriolanus briefly. When the professor looked up and noticed her, Clemansia got her wish.
Coriolanus considered himself lucky, convincing himself with his own mantra frequently. As he watched you leave your test on Featherlyâs desk and rush from the room, he realized how he could help you.
He quickly marked down the rest of his answers, having stalled so he could leave when you did. The professor was making his way away from the desk, while Coriolanus got up and went in the opposite direction.
With a swift, hard kick to the leg, the professor's desk wobbled and papers spilled off on the other side. It looked like an accident.
Featherly looked over his shoulder at the noise.
âSorry,â Coriolanus apologized, kneeling down behind the desk to collect the papers.
Without anyone watching, he found your test. He had no time to change the written questions, but he made quick work of erasing and re-doing the multiple choice, with his own test and knowledge as reference.
He had to give you credit for getting a decent amount correct, but not enough for a passing grade.
When Coriolanus fixed that, he stacked together the papers and placed them back on the desk and exited.
Everyone was waiting in the hall. Against tradition, the professor graded tests directly after and would call students in to give the results. It was time consuming, and kept everyone on campus after hours, which was against the rules, but perhaps heâd gotten some kind of exception.
You were leaning against the wall opposite of the classroom, talking to some girl from the classâCoriolanus didnât bother to learn her name. He wanted to go to you, but Sejanus got to him first instead.
âHow do you think you did?â
Coriolanus shrugged, looking down at his friend. âFine, I think.â That was the humble answer, right? âHow about you?â
âNot perfect, but I passed.â
Clemensia trotted out then, a confident look on her face.
âWhat was so important you had to ask during the test?â Coriolanus couldnât help but wonder. Sheâd unknowingly helped him, after all.
âJust clarity on a question, wanted to make sure I got it right,â she answered with ease.
âAnd did you?â
She gave Sejanus a look.
âYes, of course.â
The last person exited the class, and professor Featherly closed the door. And so the grading began.
One by one, the professor called people in. There was no method to the order, it seemed likely he shuffled the papers or chose which one to grade next at random.
Time passed, Coriolanus didnât know how much exactly, but it was beginning to get dark outside. Tigris would be worried until he got home, but sheâd understand. His studies came first.
Eventually, Coriolanus realized it was dwindling down to be just you and him left. He was lucky today.
The third to last student was in the classroom, leaving you across the hall from one another.
You pressed your lips together before speaking.
âDo you think you did alright?â
The corner of Coriolanusâs lip twitched up at the sound of your voice.
âYes, I think so,â he answered humbly. âWhat about you?â
You let out a self deprecating laugh. âWhen I said I was terrified, I wasnât being dramatic.â You sighed, accepting your fate. âIâll have to do perfect on the next one, I guess.â
âI can help you with that,â Coriolanus offered.
The smile he gave you spawned a mirror reaction. He knew he was charming, he had to be, and this time you actually seemed receptive to it.
âMaybe you can.â
The sound of a door opening made Coriolanus turn. Arachne was leaving, a smug look on her face as she thanked the professor.
Then the door closed, and the professor graded another test. There were only two left.
âI wish he wouldnât do it like this,â you filled the silence. âThe others donât make us wait like this.â
âIt builds suspense, I suppose,â Coriolanus mused. âKeeps us on our toes.â
âThatâs not something I need right now.â
âAt least you have good company,â he noted flirtatiously. He couldnât help but grin at his own words, especially when you bite your lip to keep yourself from smiling.
âCould be worse, I supposed,â you retorted.
More time passed. The door opened again.
âCoriolanus Snow,â the professor addressed him next. âYour turn.â
As expected, Coriolanus did close to perfect. One answer off. Best in the class.
Back in the hallway, when he was done, Coriolanus waited with you. He didnât announce he was staying, he just returned to his spot against the wall.
âDonât keep a girl waiting. How did you do?â you asked, departing from the wall.
Coriolanus wondered where you were going, but then, you stood next to him, leaning back against the wall. There was still an arms length between the two of you, but it was something. Youâd gone to him for once.
âYouâll think Iâm full of myself if I tell you,â he teased lightly, which made you roll your eyes.
âMaybe I already think that, so just tell me,â you insisted.
The comment made him falter.
âBest in the class,â he divulged.
You almost looked impressed. âGood for you.â
The door opened.
âY/N L/N, youâre up.â
âWish me luck,â you said under your breath before following Featherly in.
âGood luck.â
Coriolanus waited for you, just like before. He tapped his foot. The professor didnât actually go over the answers, he just told you the grade. Youâd have no way of knowing what he did for you, but heâd be there to share in your excitement when you discovered how well youâd done.
Or, how well heâd done for you.
Not long later, you and the professor exited the class together.
âWasnât expecting you to still be here,â Featherly addressed Coriolanus. âYou should get going. Iâll see you in class tomorrow.â
Then, he left you and Coriolanus alone in the hall, presumably leaving the building.
âSo,â Coriolanus began with a smile. âHow did you do?â
âHe asked if Iâd been studying with you. Apparently we had all the same answers,â you told him, crossing your arms. âExcept when I asked him to show me my examâwhich I did great on, apparentlyâI saw answers circled that werenât mine.â
Coriolanus hadnât expected you to find out so quickly, but a part of him was relieved you did. It meant he got to take credit, and he could show you that he really did want the best for you.
Or, he could always lie.
âYou weren scared of failing,â he finally admitted. He offered a sympathetic smile. âSo I helped.â
âNo, you cheated!â you accused, causing his eyes to go wide. âYouâve implicated us both. If anyone finds outâŠâ
âDonât be so loud,â he hissed out in a whisper, stepping closer to you. The professor could still be in the building. He doubted anyone else would be. âI just wanted to help you, okay? You needed it, so Iââ
âYou helped, I get it. But I didnât ask you to do that for me, Coriolanus. I have never asked you to do anything for me,â you sneered, somewhere between offended and betrayed.
He saw the way you scanned his faceâhis eyes. The pleading was beginning to seep through.
A wave of realization washed over you before he even opened his mouth.
âYou didnât have to ask me to,â Coriolanus said meaningfully, stepping closer to you. âI wanted to. I wanted to help you.â
You back hit the wall. The hallway was so empty it seemed as if the subtle sound still echoed.
âIâd do anything for you, donât you get that?â
The sound of a large door closing carried from a distance.
Coriolanus reached for your face, wishing he could take away the concern that riddled your expression. Instead, he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face.
You swallowed. Why did you look so nervous around him? You were friends now, werenât you? You never looked scared around anyone else. Why him? Why now? His own questions frustrated him.
âWeâre not supposed to be on campus after hours,â you said calmly. It was the same tone you used when you first described your indifference to him. Coriolanus thought about that moment a lot. âFeatherly already left. We should leave before we get caught.â
The corners of his lips twitched down.
âWeâre still talking, though, arenât we?â
You let out a shallow breath. You had no reason to look as scared as you did.
âI think weâre done.â
Coriolanus thought back to his cousinâs advice. He couldâve followed it better if sheâd written it down, perchance.
âYouâre so beautiful, you know that?â Coriolanus pondered, smiling to himself at the sight of you. âYou caught my eye from the beginning and IâI couldnât figure out why you wanted nothing to do with me.â You watched him carefully. He wondered if you could sense the dejectedness brewing. âDid you see something in me? Is that it?â
âI donât know,â you admitted under your breath. âPeople like you, and youâve been making an effort to be my friend, so I donât know what told me to stay away from you, but something did. Iâve tried to ignore it, but I stillâŠâ you swallowed. âI donât know.â
The confession shouldâve been a relief. Thatâs what he imagined it would be. That you would admit the truth, and he could fix whatever misconceptions you had.
Coriolanus did not know what to do with âI donât knowâ.
Staring down at you, Coriolanus noticed your back was against the wall. Literally. He hadnât meant to put you there, but he had.
It got you to listen, didnât it? Heâd gotten an answer?
âCan we start over?â Coriolanus suggested, even throwing in a smile that would charm most anyone. It worked on you before. âWe can forget all this mess.â
You blinked. You didnât believe him.
For most people, he wouldnât simply let numerous slights go, but for you, if it would fix whatever this was, if it meant the two of you could have a real chance, then heâd overcome his instinctsâold and new.
âIâm afraid my memory is too good for that,â you finally said, looking up at him with defiance.
Defying what, was the question. It wasnât as if you were enemies.
The thought made his jaw clench. He let out a laugh that was sharp. It lacked any sense of humor.
âWhy canât you just accept my apology?â
Your brows arched up, questioning him.
âThat was supposed to be an apology?â
âYes,â he confirmed. âBut itâs not as if I owe you one.â
âI never said you did. I never said anything. You took it upon yourself to insert yourself into my life and now you are not happy with your place in it. Youâve overstepped, and you need to let me leave.â
Coriolanus frowned.
âYou act like Iâm keeping you here by force.â
You look up at him, silently telling him you believed he was.
That frustrated him further.
In an act that jarred even him, Coriolanus pressed his palms against your shoulders and pushed you back against the wall when you tried to move away.
âThis is force,â he declared sternly, leaning down, making you maintain his gaze.
Everyone liked control, but he hadnât used it in such a physical way before. It thrilled him in an odd way.
âGet your hands off me.â
âWhy should I? You already think so poorly of me, why not let you be right?â
You moved again then, trying to catch him off guard and squirm away. But Coriolanus was quick to shove you back against the wall.
âWe can still start over. If you would give me a chance, I think we can be good together.â
He let one hand rise to rest on your cheek. Your skin was so smooth. He inhaled deeply, resolve slipping further as his eyes fell to your lips.
If Coriolanus could just prove it to you, he was sure youâd understand what he meant.
He leaned in cautiously, gauging your reaction. You didnât flinch away. You tilted your chin up, even. That familiar skip of his heart returned.
Coriolanusâs lips only just brushed against yours before you reacted. He had a second of relief before you brought your knee up, jabbing him in the lower stomach, although he doubted that was where you were aiming. It was still enough of a shock to throw him off his game. He stumbled back, and in a flash, you were gone. You were running down the hallâtrying to get away from him, like usual.
Only this time, he didnât feel like letting you go.
Something he had slowly come to learn was when he wanted something, it wasnât just going to be handed to him. Vying for the Plinth Prize highlighted that, alongside his childhood.
He caught you easily, hand snapping out like a snake to grip your arm and yank you back to him. You collided with his chest. It was like you werenât even trying. Not really. Just toying with him.
âAm I a game to you?â Coriolanus hissed into your ear, wrapping you in his arms. âSomething for you to play?â
âI havenât done anything to you! I hardly even know you!â you defended, but it just made him hold you tighter.
âI know you,â he implored, fighting against your squirming. He lost balance and when you fell to the ground, you took him with you. Coriolanus got you onto your back, sitting on your thighs, gripping your wrists in his hands to keep you from swinging at him. You let out panicked breaths, staring up at him. âI know more than you think.â
Something about the position made the front of his pants begin to feel constricting.
âCoriolanus, youâre frightening me,â you enunciated, as if trying to reason with him.
âIâm not being unreasonable,â Coriolanus grit out, working to maintain his composure.
âWhat?â you questioned, brows pinching together, a deep frown on your face. Confused and scared. Coriolanus used to feel that way. âJust let me go.â
âAnd then what? You go back to ignoring me? No I canât⊠I canât go back to that. If you just give me a chance I can show you.â
Coriolanus didnât know what happened next.
Tigris told him it was like he left his own head, sometimes. She said heâd get so caught up, he wouldnât notice things. At the time he had laughed. If anyone stayed aware, it was him.
It wasnât that he left his head, but got lost in it. Lost in his own inner monologue to realize what he was doing.
In this case, what heâd done.
Far too busy thinking of ways to convey everything he wanted to say to you, how to make you understand, visualizing your reaction, heâd already acted.
Maybe there were two people living in his mind. One with a conscience, one without. Or perhaps that was just something he used to justify his less than decent actions. An excuse. Heâd never let himself know the truth. Not really. Not yet.
What he did know was what he could see. You, beneath him, clothes torn from your body. The only thing left was a shirt. Too much effort, apparently. Your wrists were snatched together in one of his hands.
The power stirred something within him.
One might say he was out of excuses when he reached for the zipper of his pants, but no one else was here, were they?
Your mouth was moving. Speaking. Maybe even yelling. Looking at him, looking around the room. He couldnât hear a sound but his own heart thumping in his ears paired with his own eager breaths. Was that normal?
He moved, wedging himself between your legs, nudging them apart to make room for himself.
âItâs just us,â Coriolanus spoke, loud enough to hear himself. You flinched. âNo oneâs here.â
He gripped himself, stroking his cock, lining himself up with your entrance. His patience was running incredibly thin.
Tears pricked in your eyes. You stopped struggling at his words, accepting it for what it was. Good.
âWhy are you doing this?â
He heard your voice clearly, that time, despite the strain in your tone.
Coriolanus observed you carefully, squeezing your wrists together in one hand and lovingly caressing your hip with the other.
He finally understood the answer youâd given before. He found it fitting now.
âI donât know.â
To him, it was the truth.
The moment Coriolanus pressed himself inside of you, it was as if the rest of the world disappeared. After so long of wanting you in every way, shape, or form, this was long overdue.
âYouâre perfect for me,â he breathed out. Coriolanus gave a shove of his hips, his gaze falling to your mouth as an unwilling yelp slipped out. âI knew you would be.â
You were tight, too tight, even. Unwelcoming. Yet still, you felt like home.
His handâthe one that was on your hipâdrifted between your legs. He found your clit, running his thumb in small circles, trying to ease the pressure you mustâve been feeling.
Coriolanus did not want to hurt you.
He looked into unfocused eyes. Where were you? Were you trying to be somewhere else?
He let your hands go. You didnât move to slap him or shove him or anything. You were learning.
He leaned over you more, reaching for you face with his now free hand, and ran his thumb over your cheek, encouraging your gaze to actually meet his. He smiled softly when you did. You got more beautiful every second he looked at you. It was even better when he could see you were present.
Coriolanus found himself unable to resist it, so he gave into the urge to press his lips to yours. A real kiss, this time.
Your lips were softer than heâd imagined. You made a noise when his tongue tasted your mouth. His kiss was hungryâaggressive, even. But heâd waited so long he didnât know how to contain himself.
Your body reacted to his touch. Your bent knees inched up his hips to accommodate him, and your walls were becoming slick, accepting the invasion.
A deep moan escaped him, cock throbbing inside you at the feel. The sound was muffled by his lips pressed to yours, but he still felt vulnerable, giving himself to you in this way.
Coriolanus pulled back from the kiss, only to rest his forehead against yours and breathe out a small puff of air from his lips.
âIâve never wanted anything as much as I want you. Not even the Plinth Prize,â he confessed in a whisper.
âWhatâs the difference?â You finally spoke, voice wavering. âYou have to earn the prize?â The accusing tone felt like a slap.
âYou donât know what youâre saying,â Coriolanus muttered, eyes boring into yours. âYouâll see.â
He gave you one more searing kiss before moving his hips.
A gasp that morphed into a moan clawed its way up your throat. The sound was like music to his ears. He wanted to hear it again.
He began to move more consistently, finding a pace that suited him. Rough enough to keep you present, but not so harsh as to hurt you. He wanted you to enjoy yourself, even if you were trying to avoid it.
Still figuring you out, Coriolanus found your sweet spot with a hard thrust, causing you to wince. Instinctively, you tried to push him away, just like you had before, not wanting to surrender.
You stilled when you felt his hand. He hardly realized how heâd reacted until he felt your throat bob beneath his palm.
Coriolanus retracted his hand, like your skin and shot a volt through him. His movements slowed to a stop.
âIâm sorry,â he apologized earnestly, brushing the hand through your hair gently. âI shouldnât have done that.â
Your chest heaved as you breathed shaky breaths through your nose. Your lips pressed together in a line.
You werenât going to dignify him with a response. In a way, he understood.
Coriolanus locked his arms under your body and in a surge of strength, pulled you from the ground and into his lap. He hugged you against him, nuzzling his face into your neck.
âForgive me,â he requested softly.
You shifted in his lap, adjusting yourself to find comfort in the new position. You did not speak.
He slammed his hips up, forcing a gasp from your lips. That was something, wasnât it?
You pulled back, and he did it again. And again. And again.
You fell against him, jarred by the change in his movements as he thrust into you. He liked it, feeling you in his lap, your chest against his, leaving you no choice but to hold onto him.
His lips latched onto the skin of your neck as he moved, barring his teeth and nipping the skin. You reacted as if he were venomous, straining away from him, but heâd left his mark.
You could pretend all you wanted that you didnât like him, but Coriolanus could feel your body reacting to his. He could feel the way your walls squeezed around him, drawing him in, and how your body quivered as he pushed you closer to your edge.
âJust let go,â Coriolanus whispered, holding you tighter. He cradled the back of your head against him as he moved inside of you. Soothing and rough at the same time. âItâs okay, I know you want to.â
âShut up,â you hissed into his neck, hands finding his chest.
Were you really going to try and get away from him? It was a bit late for that.
Coriolanus moved his hand between your bodies, finding your clit with the pad of his thumb, speeding along the process.
âWhat was that?â he taunted, feeling your legs start to shake.
A moan tore from your throat as you came around him, body slumping against his as he shoved himself deeper inside you. He wanted to feel your body tensed around him.
âThatâs it,â he drawled, pressing his face to the side of your head. He inhaled, letting your scent flood him. Every sense was overwhelmed by you and if anything, it made him hunger for even more.
You became more pliable in your daze, going easily when Coriolanus laid you back down on the cold ground. He planted one hand on the ground near your head, where he held most of his weight, while the other rested on the base of your neck. Not squeezing, just resting. Reminding you of before.
Now that heâd taken care of you, made you realize the pleasure he could inflict upon you, it was his turn. Coriolanus was relentless with the thrust of his cock inside you, stretching you around him, groaning with nearly every movement. You felt so good, he never wanted to leave the warmth of your body.
You shifted beneath him, squirming as the intense feeling. Coriolanus was tempted to drag it out, to watch your face as the pleasure became too much for you to handle.
If it wasnât for the desire to fill you, to claim you, he wouldâve. There would be more times after this, heâd ensure it. He didnât own a lot, but he treasured the things that he did.
âI canât let you go, not now.â He meant to keep it inside his head, but the words spilled out. âYouâre the only thing I want.â
At that moment, it was true.
Coriolanus gave one final shove of his hips before spilling inside of you. It crashed over him in an unexpected wave. His whole body shivered with pleasure at the feel of your body milking him. You wanted him. Your denial would eventually fade. He was sure of it.
Coriolanus let out a heavy sigh of your name as he watched your face. Youâd turned your head, wincing as he filled you to the brim.
âHey,â Coriolanus said when he finished, voice low. He ran a delicate hand over your face, persuading you to open your eyes. âWeâre okay.â
As much as he didnât want to, Coriolanus withdrew from you. Youâd given up fighting against him, so he took the opportunity to help you redress. You were so pliant, it was like dressing a doll.
You rested your arms on your knees when he made you sit up. He wasnât keeping you from moving from the floor, you chose not to.
Coriolanus watched you cautiously, searching for the same fire in you before, trying to figure out if heâd somehow snuffed it out.
There was a nagging in his gut. It was only for a brief second, but his confidence wavered.
âCan you talk to me?â he pressed, laying a hand on your shoulder and he knelt across from you, pants readjusted.
It was as if nothing happened, but you both knew that was untrue.
âWhy should I?â You wrinkled your nose as you focused on the ground.
âBecause, I care about you,â Coriolanus replied without thought, gaze softening. âI want to make sure youâre okay.â
âI donât think you care for me,â you said in a tone so hushed, Coriolanus wasnât sure if you even meant for him to hear. Then, you met his eyes. The fire had only been dulled, not put out. âI think youâre a liar, Coriolanus Snow.â
His hands fell to clasp yours. He brought one to his lips, pressing a small kiss to the back of your palm. You eyed him as if he were some sort of predator, but he managed a smile nonetheless.
âLet me prove it to you, and youâll come to learn youâve been wrong about me all along.â
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