Summary: he's offering to help you study but he learn you something else instead...
Warning: smut per usual, daddy kink (as requested) innocence/virginity kink? (Also as requested)
—- also thx for 9k reads!!! that is honestly so crazy—-
I never understood the games. As far as I've understood they're used to punish the districts for their rebellion. But letting kids fight their parent's crimes to death against each other every year as well as making it an entertainment profiteering, that's just inhumane.
I would sometimes vocally share my thoughts on the subject during the game making class. But ever since the new president Coriolanus Snow came to guest lecture our classes I've learned to keep my mouth shut. Even tho I'm still questioning all of it.
Not helping was the fact that head game maker Volumnia Gaul was my aunt whom I lived with. If I ever voiced critique against the game under her roof I'm doomed.
Perhaps that's why I'm almost failing that class I just simply cannot understand it. My aunt caught up with this fact and have recently tried everything in her power to convey me to her perspective.
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Tonight she hosted a dinner for the game makers as well as president Snow himself. I was instructed not to interfere and therefore decided to go out with a friend to kill some time.
My friend Anya and I walked around the city talking, she's never been one to question the games. I always envied that about her, so sure of herself and never doubting the Capitol. Although this meant I couldn't really trust my opinions with her.
After our walk I went home to study for my game making class, the dinner my aunt hosted was not yet over so I was going to keep out of the way until the end.
As I walked through the door I was met by everyone in the dining area, I greeted them politely and then excused myself to go study.
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As I sat there alone in my room I started to grow bored, I was still as confused. I decided to change into comfier clothes, I put on a simple pyjama set with a silk tank top and matching shorts.
As I went back to study someone opened my door. It was president Snow. I felt terribly embarrassed for the state of presence he had caught me in. "Oh, sorry president Snow if you're looking for the bathroom it's right down the hall" . He nodded slightly "thank you miss Gaul" and with that he left.
I sat myself down again and tried to get back into my papers. I grew frustrated for some time. This was bullshit.
Then yet again my door cracked open. What was it this time? I turned myself around to find Snow yet again standing in my doorway. "What can I help you with mr. President?" I got out kind of shakily.
"Your aunt told me about your problems with the game making class, she went as far as to say you are on the verge of failing". He took a step closer into my room. "Since I've started guest lecturing the class I've noticed your questioning demeanour even if you don't voice it". With that he closed the door behind him, making me alone in my room with the president of panem. "I'm beginning to believe that you are doubting the games?".
"No of course not, I'm just having trouble with the class". He raised an eyebrow at me "perhaps that's something I can help you with?" He said standing next to me, as I sat back down on my desk chair. "Oh I wouldn't want to trouble you sir". "There's no trouble I find these dinners rather boring anyways, so tell me what's difficult for you". Why did he want to help me?
"Well there's this question, 'what are the defending morals behind the games, and why are they so important to be kept aware of?' I'm not saying that I don't agree with the games I'm just finding it difficult to explain" I said, kind of nervous as to how he'd react. "Well the defending morals......" as he kept on explaining my eyes darted to his hands on my papers. He was in his early thirties after all and I'm 19 and I can't deny his attractiveness. My focus shifted entirely to his hands, veiny and harsh. I was completely daydreaming.
