𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 [𝐂𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫] 🔞

ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ: ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ

Three months had passed since you and Coriolanus began dating again. Things were going well, better than either of you had dared hoped. Your relationship was slowly recovering since that day in the meadow and it showed. You still had your moments where some doubts would resurface, but he constantly showed you reassurance through his actions and sweet words.

You and him kept your relationship somewhat of a secret, but it was not like either of you could get in any trouble for it. As long as it was toned down in public, you would be fine. He simply couldn't marry you or have any children with you until the twenty years of service were up. You were more than fine with this. It would be foolish for you to have a child anyway in this world. You could not bear the possibility of them being thrown into the Hunger Games like Sunny, Lucy Gray, or so many other district born children.

Coriolanus had changed a lot more than you had ever imagined. It was amazing how about a year into a career through Panem's military had shaped him into his current state. One of the biggest shockers to you was how much he cussed now. You had only noticed this just recently and when you pointed his newfound crude vocabulary out to him, he simply laughed.

Whenever you got the chance, the two of you would not hesitate to see each other, even if it was for a mere moment. You snuck around together, stealing kisses from one another, having intimate moments practically anywhere you had enough privacy... For instance, like right now.

Your hands rested against the concrete bricks of a building that was right by the woods that lead outside of District Twelve. The area was secluded enough from the main housing of the district that no one would be able to see what was going on or hear your soft moans. Your legs trembled profusely as you stood over Coriolanus, biting your lip hard as his tongue brushed against your clit skillfully. A hand of his held the end your skirt up to your hip while you hovered over his face while the other had your panties pulled to the side.

You had known that Coriolanus was going to be on a regular patrol today. He had always informed you of his schedule throughout the week. You decided you would tease him a bit by purposely dressing up in this one shorter skirt he fancied. When he had seen you, his eyebrows had raised slightly, but he couldn't have much of a reaction around the other Peacekeepers. Though his expression had remained stoic to keep up a professional demeanor, you had noticed the hint of a smirk playing on his lips for a brief moment. And as expected, he whispered a location to you to you as he walked by. A confirmation that he enjoyed what he saw and wanted more.

You used to be intimated by this quick sessions with him. Whether it was sex, giving him a blowjob, or him eating you out like now, you hated the idea of being caught. However, here in District Twelve, everyone was busy and too wrapped up with themselves to notice either of you sneaking off.

Coriolanus relished the act of being on his knees as he pleasured you. It was utterly delightful having you on his face like this. Despite what you may have thought, it aroused him to ravish you in this way. He loved that he could make you feel good, but he also did it for himself. The simple thought of it alone made him so horny. Nothing in this world could ever top your taste, your scent, the sounds you made... it was simply phenomenal. There's been a few times where he had ejaculated whilst tasting you. He would much rather die than inform you of this, though. He found this fact to be rather embarrassing. Perhaps he would tell you later in life once you have grown old together.

He wrapped both his arms around your thighs, keeping your legs parted for him. His jaw somewhat ached from its constant movements at this angle, but it was easy to ignore the slight discomfort when you were blissfully sighing above him. His cock strained in the grey pants of his Peacekeeper uniform. Shit, he really hoped he would be able to maintain some self control today and not stain his pants.