Prompt: The Christmas story ❤️❤️❤️ And now I want to prompt something totally different. Haymitch takes iagra because he doesn't know it or wants to try it and then he gets very uncomfortably around Effie. I don't know if she'll only tease him or also help him, that's up to you. Please write it, it'd make me so happy. ) Merry Christmas to you!
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Prompt: Hey, in 302 you wrote that at one point they had sex in the garden at a party and the thought of getting caught thrilled them. Could you please write about this party in another chapter? I'd really love to read it. Thank you.
This was fun. And this is smut XD
The Magic Pills
"You don't even know where that comes from." Haymitch rebuked his friend as Chaff turned the small metal box between his fingers.
The party was raging around them but they weren't paying it any mind. Haymitch was nursing his third glass of the night, unable to believe he had just witnessed his best friend paying a victor from Six for a box full of pills.
"I'm not exactly twenty anymore." Chaff grumbled, rolling his eyes. "Not the first time I got a special order from Six. You'll see when you hit forty. Not as easy as it used to be to please a lady."
Haymitch lifted his eyebrows. That was more confidences than he had asked for and he felt slightly awkward. "Look, if you've got problems getting it up…"
"I've got no problems getting it up, my friend." Chaff cut him off, defensive and annoyed. "I just don't have the recovery span I used to. You don't like doing it more than one time a night? I do. And this pills are magic."
Haymitch eyed the box dubiously. "How many times?"
He told himself it was for science.
"Depends on your stamina." Chaff smirked. "Wanna try? 'Cause there are two purple wigs at the bar who don't look too bad."
He checked the women Eleven's victor nodded to and winced when he spotted the heavy make-up on their faces. The rest of them looked alright though. Nice body. It was always the thing with Capitols… You needed to ignore the head.
His gaze wandered around the room, looking for someone else, someone in particular. He found his escort dancing with a man, rubbing against him. Anger and possessiveness flared in his chest. He crushed both in the nub.
"Tell you what…" his friend chuckled. "Let's make a game of it. Swallow the pills. It acts pretty fast so you need to get a move on. Either you secure the lady quick or you're in for some special time with your hand in the toilets."
"You're that bored?" Haymitch scoffed.
"I've got two dead kids and nothing to do for the next two weeks or so but watch Capitols make fool of themselves." Chaff retorted, serious under the humor. "I'm pissed, bored and not drunk enough." He tossed the small box on the table and grabbed his still full glass. "You're game or not?"
Haymitch picked up the box and uncapped it by flicking his nail. There were enough blue pills in there to last Chaff his whole stay. He wasn't sure it was particularly good for his health.
"Can mix them with booze?" he asked.
He wondered why he even cared given that he mixed everything with booze but he was slightly wary of drugs. He had experimented in the beginning, had looked for alternatives to liquor and he had found things that acted faster and lasted longer but getting addicted to stuff he had no hope of finding in Twelve would have been a stupid move. And as liberating as the high was, he wasn't sure he liked the lack of control that went with it.
"Did it before. Still here to tell the tale." Chaff confirmed. "Come on, buddy. Let's play a game."
I played enough games in my life, he wanted to reply but his friend was clearly in an acting out phase and they all got those so he decided to be a good buddy and humor him. He picked up one of the pill, studied it under every angle and then threw caution to the wind and washed it down with a big swallow of whiskey.
"Good boy!" Eleven's victor laughed, taking one before pocketing the box. "Now let's go hunt ourselves some girls."
Haymitch followed him to the bar where the two purple wigs women were busy talking. They were obviously sisters, twins maybe. Although they weren't identical, there was a clear attempt on their part to look like each other. The wigs were the same, the make-up was the same, the golden tattoo running down their throat was the same… Haymitch hated it. He had the feeling he was seeing double.
The women were receptive even though the glances they kept tossing in Gloss and Cashmere's direction let Haymitch think they had been hoping to catch more prestigious fish. He turned on the charm but let Chaff do the talking. It wasn't long before he started to feel the pill's effects though. He felt hot no matter how many sips of whiskey he swallowed and he was growing hard. He looked down one of the woman's dress and tried to find it appealing but her breasts were big and pumped with plastic and he was yearning for smooth skin he wouldn't be afraid to knead in case it exploded in his face.
When it appeared obvious the women were looking for some sort of foursome – or at the very least a threesome – Haymitch made a hasty exit. He didn't know if Chaff would go for it, although he suspected his friend would welcome a night with the two of them, but Haymitch wasn't into that. At all.
Hot and bothered, he made his way to the dance floor, ignoring the hands that tried to grab him or openly groped him. He was used to it. Victors were nothing but meat.
Effie was still dancing but with a gaggle of women this time, friends of hers he figured. The beat was quick and she was waving her arms in the air like crazy – Capitols had odd dances. He placed a hand on her hip and pressed himself against her, close enough that she felt him. Her gasp was swallowed by the music but her hand came to rest on his and he thought she would have tried to run away if he hadn't leaned in to whisper in her ear. "Outside. Now."
She relaxed when she realized it was him.
He left before she could answer, slipping past the bay windows and into the garden. The party was taking place in a mansion on the hill, from the top balcony you could see a good part of the Capitol. Haymitch was more interested in the gardens and the high bushes that would hide them from prying eyes. He heard footsteps behind him but he didn't pause to check it was her. He kept on going straight ahead until he found the perfect place. Bushes on three fronts, dark enough, secluded… They would hear anyone coming.
He discarded his jacket and tossed it on the floor to cushion them.
"I am not rolling in the dirt like an animal." she stated.
He finally turned around to look at her, finding her standing there with her arms crossed over her short green dress, her silver painted lips pursed, her navy blue braided wig tied into a low ponytail draped over one shoulder. She looked even more Capitol than those two women had and yet only looking at her was making him hard. He wanted her.
"You're doing what I tell you to do." he retorted.
"Am I?" she snorted, tilting her head. "I don't think so."
"You followed." he pointed out, a predatory smirk on his lips, stepping closer to her.
"I am curious about what excited you so much." she declared, watching him approach but standing her ground. "You seemed very cozy with the Leasly sisters."
"You excite me." he shrugged, running his hand down her stomach, fisting the hem of her dress and pulling it up to cup her, forcing her legs apart. His smirk deepened. "Not the only one to be excited, I guess. Take off your panties."
She lifted an eyebrow. "Take them off yourself."
They stared at each other for a while, locked in a battle of will. In the end, Haymitch simply slipped his hand inside the thin lacy thing covering her and stroke her slowly, teasing her enough to make pleasure build but nowhere near what she needed to actually get off. Her breathing had grown fast and she uncrossed her arms to grab his shoulders, holding herself steady as her legs started to tremble… He could feel himself twitching with every of her whimper. He stopped short at fingering her. "Do you want more?"
"Yes." she said at once, not even hesitating.
"Then take off your panties." he commanded, smug like the cat that ate the cream.
She glared at him.
He almost told her she was beautiful like that, glaring daggers at him, flushed under the make-up… Almost. He was too busy preening like a peacock when she kicked off her panties.
"You are so paying for this later." she grumbled.
"Sure thing, Princess." he mocked, unbuckling his belt and letting his pants fall to his ankles. "Up or down?"
She eyed the jacket he had tossed on the ground and the tree that was the only thing strong enough to support their weight. The tree was too exposed. She made a face.
"You can lie on the jacket." she decided.
"No." he shook his head.
"Either I go on top or you can use your hand." she snapped. "I am not rolling in the dirt. I will stain my dress."
"Could take it off." he suggested. She brushed her hand against the front of his constricting boxers and he groaned, his sight briefly flashing white. It took all he had not to come right there. "Fine." he spat. "But you're owing me one."
"I am not owing you one because you have trouble accepting a woman can top." she retorted, pushing his underwear out the way. She frowned a little when he sat down on his jacket – and admittedly it wasn't the most comfortable. "You are completely hard and I didn't even touch you properly yet."
She sounded put out by that. He tugged on her hand until she straddled him and he could kiss her, touch her. He wasn't sure she was ready but she took the decision for him, guiding him inside her. He remained sitting, his arms locked around her, his face buried between her breasts while she rode him hard and fast.
He was completely lost in her.
At some point, she froze and he let out a frustrated moan that was fortunately muffled by her chest. He only understood why she had stopped when he heard the echoes of laughter nearby. He kissed her, coaxing her mouth open, hoping she would relax. Nobody would find them there – except if someone had the same idea he had, a voice warned him in the back of his head but he ignored it because he needed release.
"Please." he begged her, past the point of caring.
She rocked her hips again, slower, attentive to the distant sound of voices. He slipped his hand between their bodies, selfishly thinking her climax would trigger his. Her orgasm took her by surprise he could tell. She threw her head back, biting her lip but unable to swallow a keening sound that would have made him chuckle if he hadn't been pushed over the edge himself.
They remained there for a few minutes, trying to catch their breath.
Eventually, she used his shoulders as leverage to get back on her feet.
"I am a mess." she complained with a wince as he tucked everything back inside his underwear.
"You look like you just got fucked." he snorted, amused. Her wig was a little askew, her lipstick was smudged, there was a suspicious stain on her dress, dark spots under her armpits and perspiration on her skin.
"This is not funny at all, Haymitch." she growled. "You are an animal, I swear! Ravishing me at a party. How improper."
"If only improper didn't turn you on…" he taunted, picking up her panties and handing them back.
She wrinkled her nose. "They were in the dirt, I am not putting them back on."
"You're going to walk around bare ass in this dress?" he retorted, rolling his eyes.
The dress was short and flowing. It wouldn't take much dancing for her to show everything she had to offer.
"And watch you squirm every time you remember I have nothing on underneath." she declared. "I think yes."
He shook his head and pushed the panties deep in his pocket. "You are a crazy person."
She glared and then turned back toward the party. Haymitch wandered back too eventually, unable to locate anyone in the crowd. Effie must have spent some time making herself presentable in the ladies because it was at least twenty minutes before he spotted her again. Chaff was nowhere to be found and Finnick was too busy to chat.
He killed some time catching up with Brutus over a drink even though the man had no conversation and was as boring as could be. Two's victor wasn't a bad man. A bit of an oversized gorilla, yeah, but not a bad man.
In the corner of his eyes, he watched Effie sauntering from group of people to group of people, putting on her best cheerful act. It was killing him to know her underwear was currently in his pocket. He was relieved when she eventually stopped at his table, greeting Brutus with a bright smile and a kind word.
"I am going back to the penthouse." she said. "Are you coming or staying?"
"Coming." he said, already up, barely tossing a goodbye to the other victor.
"You are eager." she commented as they got their coats back from the cloakroom.
"It's a long ride back." he said, his hand wandering from the small of her back to her ass.
She gave a nervous look around and not so subtly kicked his foot. "Stop."
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked. "'Cause I was thinking…"
"I know what you were thinking." she hissed just as the Avox came back with their coats.
She shouldn't have bothered putting her on. The first thing he did once they were in the car, the separation glass safely up, was to push it off her shoulders.
"What has gotten into you tonight?!" she gasped as his fingers found their way back between her legs. She was still a little damp and it was a quick job to get her wet. "Haymitch…"
There wasn't really a lot of ways to do it in a car so he didn't stop to think when he pulled her on him. It was twice tonight he had let her straddle him. It wasn't his favorite thing but it would have to do. He could trust her with it. He pushed her dress down, not listening to her protests when he heard the telltale tear of fabric, and took her off her bra, his teeth immediately latching on her nipple.
It was frantic for a while, touches and caresses that were hard and lacking coordination. He lifted his hips when she unbuckled his belt so she could get his pants and boxers out of the way. The dress was pooling around her waist, hiding the lower parts of their bodies from view and Haymitch found himself regretting it. As reluctant as he was to surrender control, he liked watching her ride him. There was no time to get it out of the way though. The drive would be long but they were still on a clock.
It didn't take her long to reach her peak. She buried her face in his neck, muffling her cry of pleasure by biting down over his shirt. It left a damp spot and he was sure there would be a mark. He wasn't anywhere near his own climax yet so he grabbed her hips, prompting her to go faster, trying to get the friction he needed but constricted by the limited space. Her hand wrapped around his neck, her lips dropping kisses up his throat, along his jaw and to his ear. "You made it so good for me… I think you earned a treat. Do you want my mouth?"
He groaned as he pictured it, letting his head fall against hers. She giggled, clearly taking that as a yes because next thing he knew, she was slipping off him with a obscene wet pop and she was down on her knees between his legs. The wig didn't allow any real gripping and she didn't like it much anyway but he still tangled his fingers in the navy blue synthetic hair, wishing it was her natural blond curls instead.
She didn't really need to work him up – he was already pretty worked up – but she did it all the same, teasing him with her tongue and scraping her teeth against him until he couldn't tell black from white. There was something to watching Effie Trinket's head bob up and down between his thighs, something that always made him marvel and something he would never get used to. He was vaguely aware he was chanting her name under his breath as he neared the edge.
"I'm…" he started but his warning fell on deaf ears and she swallowed everything – and it was hot, always so hot when she did that.
He was spent, completely spent, and barely aware that she was fixing his clothes for him. She planted a kiss on his lips, coaxing his mouth open. He could taste himself on her tongue. He didn't know if he liked it or not, it always threw him a little.
She slipped her bra back on and started frowning when she realized just how badly damaged her dress was. It wouldn't stay on. She put her coat on, secured it at the front and ranted for the rest of the trip about his savage's ways and the importance of haute-couture.
He didn't listen to any of it, he slumped against the door and watched her getting more and more worked-up. It was a turn on. Always had been. Even back when he truly hated her guts.
"Stop looking at me like this." she hissed.
"Like what?" he smirked.
"Like you are about to jump me and ravish me right here." she snapped. "You just did that, may I remind you. I don't know what happened back at this party but… You are not touching me again in this car."
He lifted his hands in front of him in a gesture of good faith and kept them to himself until they reached the Training Center. They didn't linger for the crowd of waiting fans. Unlike her usual habits, Effie didn't stop for autographs and pictures, she went straight in. He figured it had something to do with her being half naked under her coat.
He leaned against the wall in the elevator, hands in his pockets, fingers mindlessly playing with the lacy frill of the panties he had buried in there earlier. He felt calm, grounded. Maybe a lot of sex could have the same effects as liquor. He certainly felt high on her.
"I need a shower." she sighed as the chime signaled they had reached Twelve's floor.
"Shower sounds good." he commented. "Need someone to rub your back?"
She pursed her lips, placed her hands on her hips, and turned around to face him. "Seriously, Haymitch. Tell me what is going on." He kissed her, nudging her back in the penthouse and maneuvering her down the corridors. "Haymitch…" she breathed against his lips, more serious than languid.
"You're complaining?" he asked as they reached her room. "'Cause I can go out and find someone else."
She let out a growl and grabbed the lapels of his jacket, pulling him inside her room. Clothes were discarded quickly.
He hadn't honestly thought they would reach the shower but she was determined and since she let him get rid of her wig, he held his tongue. Unfortunately, her real hair was as much a turn on for him as her ranting or her stubbornness to fight him for power. He was touching her even before she turned the water on.
She braced herself with her hands again the tiled wall without him having to ask. He wanted to take his time now that there was no rush or risk of being discovered but it ended up being rough and quick. He finished first. She turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her head on his shoulder. He sunk to his knees and encouraged her to lean against the wall while he worked. She wasn't the only one who was good with her mouth after all. Her climax was weak though and he frowned, looking up at her, not sure if he should insist or…
"It's alright." she hummed, pulling him up by the arm. "Just hold me for a while, would you?"
It was uncertain and for good reasons. They weren't in a habit of cuddling – it did happen sometimes but… it wasn't a habit.
They stayed in the shower for a few minutes more, embracing and kissing whatever skin was available. She ran her fingers against the bite mark she had left on his shoulder earlier and kissed it in apology.
Eventually, they stepped out. He watched her blowing her hair dry while he toweled himself, his eyes roaming over her naked body. She was perfect. So perfect. He knew when she looked at the mirror at her naked self she only saw flaws but, to him, she was perfect. When she looked like that, he could almost forget who she was, where she came from.
She was tossing him suspicious glances and he flung the damp towel on the floor, going to stand behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing kisses against her neck.
"Bed?" he mumbled against her skin, surprising even himself.
They both tensed, probably for different reasons. He had fallen asleep in her bed before but it had always been accidents and he had always sneaked out as soon as he had woken up. He didn't want to risk hurting her in his sleep and it seemed too… intimate to share a bed. They only shared sex, nothing else. He figured it was the same for her. Keeping it strictly sexual prevented getting attached.
Of course, they might have been a little past that but it never hurt to pretend.
"Bed." she accepted after a minute.
They didn't bother with clothes – maybe to keep this pretense that it was a normal night when they would have fallen asleep after an exhausted tumble between the sheets.
It was a mistake.
Because he couldn't keep away from all the creamy white skin so readily offered. It started innocently enough, they were spooning and he brushed his fingers up and down her arm, then he started running them up and down her waist and then he kicked the covers down to touch her thigh.
Soon, he was growing hard again.
There was no way she wasn't feeling him poking against her ass but she didn't say anything. Only when his hand slid down her stomach and between her legs did she react. She clasped his hand and brought it back up, rolling around to face him. "Alright, what did you take?"
His first reaction was to scoff and sputter in indignation. He didn't even know why he did it. "Who says I took anything?"
"Past experiences." she deadpanned. "And male biology."
He should have known she would figure it out. He thought the most they had done it in one night was two times and it had been spaced out, a lot more spaced out than everything they had done that night. Recovery really didn't take long with those things.
"Chaff gave me some pills." he admitted after clearing his throat.
"Why?" she frowned. "Were you planning on having sex with the Leasly sisters?"
He had to think hard to remember the two women from the bar. He rolled his eyes. "None of your business but no. Just… I don't know. He said he had taken them before and it was safe." He was annoyed to have to justify himself and his erection was becoming painful. It should have deflated a little with her lack of response but it hadn't and he would need release soon. "What's it to you? Made it good, no?"
He almost snarled the last part, more insecure about it than he wanted to be. He was a simple guy, he was easily contented. Effie was another story. She was Capitol, she was used to fancy stuff and adventurous sex and she was never shy about telling him when she wasn't enjoying it.
"It is very much not the problem." she answered, looking down at his penis with pursed lips. "Which pill was it?"
"How many are there?" he scoffed.
"A few different kinds." she replied. "Some are designed just to help men get an erection, others will induce an erection and mild high effects, others make you horny… Right now I am betting you took the horny type."
He licked his lips and shrugged. "And so what? It's dangerous or some shit?"
"Have you ever heard of priapism?" she smiled her fake smile. It somehow chilled him to the bones.
"You're having me on." he accused.
"And yet you are not put off by it." she retorted, nodding down. "And how would you know? Did you consult with someone medically qualified? If you want this sort of pills, Haymitch, you go to a doctor. They are dangerous."
"They were blue." he blurted out. "The pills. But Chaff said…"
"Oh, if Chaff said it then I am sure everything will be fine." she huffed. "Perhaps you could go to your friend and ask him to help you out with this small problem of yours?"
"You're a bitch." he complained, rolling on his back. "You're the one who keeps being a fucking temptation. Not my fault my dick thinks you're sex on legs."
"I can't decide if I should be flattered or offended." she declared. He rolled his eyes and took himself in hands, wincing a little. He was a bit sensitive. She sighed and batted his hands away. "Let me."
"Don't want round four?" he muttered in the off chance she would be willing to have sex again.
"I can't take round four right now." she retorted. "I love having sex with you, Haymitch, I do, but… You are big. And there is only so much of you I can take in a couple of hours."
He frowned. "I hurt you?"
"No." she countered patiently. "You didn't hurt me. And another round would probably not hurt me either but I would really regret it in the morning. Being sore to the point of constant discomfort is not my idea of fun." She rolled her eyes. "Why am I even discussing this with you? Ladies don't talk about their nether regions with men. You are turning me into a classless tramp, Haymitch."
He chuckled, certain she was objecting to the classless more than to the tramp part. He closed his eyes when she moved her hand, efficiently bringing him to spill all over her fingers and his stomach. It was the most clinical sex they ever had, he thought. And it wasn't even good.
She slipped out of bed and came back with clean hands, wearing pajamas silk shorts and a matching top, and carrying a damp cloth for him. He took it from her and cleaned himself, careful not to put anything anywhere, knowing she would scream bloody murder if she was forced to sleep in stained sheets.
He dropped it on the floor when he was done, to her obvious annoyance.
"Perhaps you should go back to your room." she suggested, bringing back the covers over them. "If, as you say, being around me is tempting you… It is obviously starting to be painful. I am not sure how many more erections you can take before we need to get you to a doctor."
"Truth?" he grumbled reluctantly.
"At this point you might as well…" she grinned.
"I feel a bit high." he winced. If having his mind obsessing over the softness of her skin was being high. But he did feel a bit spacey. "Don't wanna be alone."
He rolled on his side and wrapped his arm around her, drawing her close and burying his face in her hair. She let out a sigh and wriggled until she found a comfortable position to fall asleep.
"You are a big baby." she accused.
"Shut up." he scowled, annoyed but not annoyed enough to let go of her.
"Don't ever take any pills from Chaff again." she chided him all the same. "If you want something similar, ask me. At least, I will be sure of where they come from and what they do."
"You're just jealous 'cause Chaff is my best friend." he countered. "And you want to be my best friend."
She burst out laughing. "How old are you? Five? This is not a playground, Haymitch." She remained silent for a moment and then nuzzled his neck. "Besides, Chaff doesn't get to have sex with you."
She pressed a kiss against his pulse point and he groaned. "Don't, sweetheart. You're going to make me hard again."
"Just think about having sex with Chaff." she joked.
It was actually an effective way of keeping it down.