𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 [𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] 🔞

ɴɪɴᴇᴛᴇᴇɴ: ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀɴɪɴɢ

[A/N]: Smut warning this chapter

Coriolanus lies back on the blanket next to you, his arms behind his head. He let out a sigh of contentment, feeling happier and more relaxed than he has in a while.

You were on your stomach beside him, resting your face in your arms, feeling the sun beat down on your skin. Your head faced Coriolanus as you laid there, enjoying the warmth of the sun rays with your eyes closed. He turned on his side, reaching his arm over you to rest a hand on your waist. You smile a little as you felt him inch towards you and pull you closer. You moved yourself, now resting your head against his chest as you placed a hand on his abdomen. You closed your eyes again.

The weight of you lying on him was comforting. He rather enjoyed this simple, peaceful moment. He glanced up as he hears a unique time coming from the trees above. Some kind of birds he did not recognize. They appeared a little like Jabberjays... but he knew that's not what they were. Their whistles echoed through the air as they flapped their wings, flying through the trees.

"I've never seen those birds before..." He murmurs to you softly.

You also glanced up, realizing that he was referring to the Mockingjays. "The locals of twelve call them Mockingjays."

He nods, his eyes still fixed on the birds above. "Mockingjays..." He repeats.

"Watch this." You instructed him before whistling a specific tune loud enough for the birds to hear.

Coriolanus watches in awe as the bird's melodic song shifted, now mimicking your prior whistling. He's fascinated by the way these birds move through the air, their wings beating almost  in perfect sync with each other. He turned to watch you now, admiring the way the sun plays across your face, your eyes were still fixated on the Mockingjays above the two of you. He lifts a hand and lightly brushed a strand of hair away from your face.

You felt his touch and turned back to him. You flashed him a smile as he caressed your face to which he shortly returned to you. You could tell he was lost in thought as his eyes roamed across your face.

"What're you thinking about, Coriolanus Snow?" Your voice was soft as the birds above carried out the rest of their melody.

He's snapped out of his thoughts by your question, his smile tugging more at the corner of his lips. "Just you, [Y/N] [L/N]."

You let out a little snort at this before you felt him kiss you again. You let out a quiet, contented sigh as you responded to his kiss eagerly. Your mouths proceeded to move hungrily against each other. You shivered a little upon feeling his hand moving down to your ass, his fingers squeezing the soft skin.

You slipped a hand in between your bodies, wrapping it around the outline of his cock through his briefs and slowly stroking. His breath hitched a little into your mouth, his hips bucking slightly at the sensation as he kept kissing you with equal fervor. You slowly carried on with teasing him, massaging him slowly. You could feel his cock starting to stiffen inside of fabric, twitching in your hand.

It became increasingly harder for Coriolanus to kiss you back while you do this. He can appreciate the way heat was building up in his groin, causing a pressure that required release. He groaned into the kiss, unable to concentrate with you touching him like that.

You separated from the kiss, your breath coming out in short gasps. "Why don't you take these off?" You ask him, not halting your hand movements.

He nods instantly in agreement, gently gripping your wrist to still your hand. He knew what you were up to and it excited him. He rose to his feet, slipping down his white briefs and stepping out of them. He stood in front of you, his eyes meeting yours as you kneeled in front of him.