Chapter XXI

                                    

                                          
!!CONTENT WARNING!!
*SMUT*
Coriolanus dragged you by your arm into a nearby supply closet, and you fought him every step of the way. The second you both had left Gaul's office, he hadn't said a word. He grabbed you hard and dragged you into any space he could find. The rage on his body was solid and robust, enough so that you could feel it radiating off of him. 
He slammed you up against the wall, your back cracking as the thick wood pressed against you. "What the hell was that?" he hissed. His face was inches from yours. "Were you trying to upstage me, or are you so insecure that you cannot stand to see someone else have the spotlight?"
You bared your teeth at him like a wild animal, seething from your resentment towards him. "I don't see how I could possibly be the insecure one when you have me dug into a wall because I gave you what you had coming." 
You stayed on the offensive, unafraid of whatever he might say or do. He acted like you hadn't existed for almost three days now, and the first he sees you, he takes the chance to describe his late night as a reason for his delay. You didn't believe that farce for a second. He had been somewhere and with someone, you could feel it in your gut.
Coriolanus scoffed, releasing you from his hold. He began to pace around the room, and you tried your best not to gag. Watching a man walk back and forth over and over again simply because he was upset was so embarrassing. You'd rather he scream in your face and be done with it. 
"I plan on running these games one day, on becoming the next Gaul, but you can't stand to see that happen," he projected, still pacing like an idiot. 
Your blood began to boil inside of you, making your skin fiery hot. Steam could've been radiating off of you for all you knew. You were beyond pissed. "You went behind my back and submitted that proposal, knowing Doctor Gaul wanted me. My suggestions, not yours." You kept your back on the wall, letting it protect you from his rage.
Coriolanus stopped pacing. His eyes locked onto your body, and every shred of confidence you had whisked away into thin air. You tried to return your words, but he was already upon you. His breath was hot against your face, his clothes pressing into yours. His skin was trying to fight through the fabric to find yours. 
"Watch the way you speak to me." He bit at your neck like he was feral. "I will not tolerate it." 
His body pressed deeper into yours, and you shuddered at a familiar feeling from between his legs. Your eyes looked deep into his, trying to figure out if there was an object in his pocket or if his length was hard. 
Coriolanus could sense your questioning, and he pressed himself deeper into your side. You tried to keep yourself composed as his cock throbbed intensely, as if he was impatient to be released. His eyes looked up and down your body, biting his lip while he studied you intensely. 
"You want me to forgive you?" he asked, growing harder as he watched you melt at the sound of his voice. "Get on your knees." 
You didn't hesitate. You fell to your knees as he fumbled with his belt and fly, ripping at them without care if he broke either. His eyes were wild with excitement as he unzipped himself, allowing his cock to burst through his undergarments. 
Your eyes widened at his sheer size, and he purred at your reaction. His cock was massive, hard, pulsating. You felt your mouth run dry, unsure if you could handle him. 
"You'll take it," he said as he drew his tip to your mouth, running himself across the lining of your lips. "Be a good girl and take it." 
He shoved his cock through your lips, slamming himself against the back of your throat. You gagged at the sudden feeling of him deep within your mouth. He grunted at the muffled sounds from you as he began to draw himself in and out, slamming down your esophagus with every inward motion. Your eyes began to swell with tears as his cock was too big for you to breathe. He felt you cough against him, and he pulled away from your mouth entirely. 
"Too much for you?" he teased, stroking his tip across your saliva-covered lips. You tried to look up at him, but you had sweat pooling from your brow, tears flowing from your eyes, and spit all over your face. You couldn't have looked more pathetic even if you tried. 
"That's alright, my rose," he cooed as he wiped the mess from your mouth. "There's other ways you can make up for your insubordination." 
Coriolanus grabbed you by your throat, lifting you off your knees and onto your feet. He spun you around to a desk inside the office, slamming you onto the wooden slab. 
Your back was to him now, and you could hear rustling behind you. A click let you know he had finally decided to lock the door, which was better than letting anyone come in to witness this. You felt his hands on your hips as his fingers worked their way up to your waistband, wrapping himself under the fabric. He pulled your bottoms down, leaving your opening exposed to him. 
You couldn't see his face, but by the pause, you could tell he was admiring the feast before him. Though, to your surprise, you felt him press his tip against your hole instead of his mouth, and he slowly began to push himself deeper inside you. You cried at the feeling of his cock opening you wider, worried he would break you. 
"Easy, sweet girl," he whispered while you whimpered at the discomfort. "I'll be gentle." 
He continued slowly pushing himself in and out, letting you adjust to the feeling. You couldn't help but dig your nails into the wooden desk, feeling the varnish peel away and seep under your nails. The intense pulse from his length sounded down your canal, hitting you in such pleasurable ways you couldn't help but wine for him. 
"You want more?" he asked, pausing inside you to allow the throbbing to be felt deeper. "I don't have to be so polite." 
You grunted against the desk, trying to catch your breath long enough to get a word out. "I- I want you, Coriolanus," you huffed. "I want you to fuck me like you hate me." 
Coriolanus writhed at your demand and pounded himself deep into you, letting you scream out into the room sounds of both pain and pleasure. He felt so much bigger now, pouring every inch of his being against your cervix. You wanted him now more than ever, to keep going until the sun went down. He was so challenging but so gentle. He knew what he wanted and didn't care what got in his way... it was so mesmerizing, so attractive. 
You cried out with excitement as he slapped your ass hard. You liked the feeling of his power against and inside you. Yet, you could hear him growing tired, growing near to his climax. You didn't want him to finish so soon. But, the feeling of him cum inside you, that's what you wanted now. You pressed your ass against his hips, letting him drive deeper. He grunted as you closed yourself in around him, letting him feel how tight you were. 
"Easy," he panted. "You're gonna make me- make me..." Coriolanus slammed his hand against the desk beside you, his legs clenching tightly. You seethed with pleasure as he slammed into you one last time before he roared, his cum spilling inside you and onto the opening of your hole. His matter swirled around inside of you, filling you. 
He collapsed on top of you, his body heaving from exhaustion. You were pleased with yourself, regardless of your lack of climax. There were plenty more chances to reach that, and both you and Coriolanus knew that. 
Coriolanus pulled himself off and out of you. His cock was still hard when he pulled his pants up, grabbing a towel off a nearby cleaning cart. He wiped his cum off of your slit, shaking his head at the sight of the mess he had made. 
Once you both were dressed and fixed up, he turned to you with a look of concern. "I didn't plan on that," he said quietly. 
You paused at his statement. "On what? Fucking me?" you questioned, hoping he wasn't taking back what he had just done. 
"No, no," he said, his voice low and somber as if scared. "I meant to pull out, but now you..." He looked to you for a shred of reassurance. 
It took you a moment to understand why he was so concerned, but when you finally figured it out, it was hard for you not to laugh. "I'm on something," you said. "I can't get pregnant right now. Cedar made me get on it when we-"
You stopped talking after seeing the look on his face. He did not appreciate hearing that man's name again, not after what had just happened. "Sorry," you said immediately. "I shouldn't have said that last part." 
Coriolanus nodded, throwing the towel he used to clean you into the bin nearby. His eyes looked you up and down again, offering a subtle smile. 
"I look forward to seeing you again," he said as he opened the door. "I just hope it isn't on a supply closet desk."