Smut Prompt: sorry I really love smut so um yeah . Here it is. Hayffie is in public place and Haymitch puts his hands into Effie's pants and makes her cum. I'm so sorry 😂

Nobody should ever let me write smut but here you go! (shamelessly inspired by that episode of Buffy, you will know the one if you know the show XD)

What Effie Likes

Effie closed her eyes and held her breath, her fingers grasping the metal bar of the railing so tight it almost hurt.

She unconsciously pushed her hips back toward him, arched her spine… Haymitch pressed harder against her in answer, his own hand coming to rest next to hers. She watched the powerful tanned fingers coil around the metal railing, imagined what his other fingers were doing right then under her skirt and gave up on keeping her sanity intact.

"Please…" she breathed out her surrender.

"Please what, sweetheart?" he asked in her ear, rough and aching. "Please stop? Please more?"

She wasn't sure what he wanted her to choose.

They were on the second floor of the most popular nightclub in the city, in the VIP zone no less, leaning against the railing that gave on to the other floor, in plain sight of the dance floor… But they were near the wall and mostly in shadows… The flickering lights only passed on them occasionally and there was nobody nearby to pay attention to them.

Well…

His friends were not far. They always chose secluded corners and their table although hidden by a low partition wall was only a few feet away. She had gone there to berate him for not helping her more – or at least that had been her excuse, she had really wanted a break from Eight's escort and sharing a glass with the victors was sometimes preferable to being with her own colleagues. They had argued, their eyes had caught… Although she wasn't sure if it had happened in that order. Maybe they had argued because they eyes had caught. She had stormed away in a huff, heading straight to the darker corner in the place, and he had followed of course. Of course.

And now…

Now she was bracing herself against the railing, he was rubbing himself against her ass and his hand was under her dress.

And, really, they might have done deserted gardens or back alleys before but this was a brand new level of…

His fingers curled and she whimpered.

"Stop or more?" he insisted, his lips brushing the shell her ear. His nose bumped against her neck next and then a flutter of a kiss was left against her shoulder.

It was crazy and foolish and a thousand things in between.

If they got caught…

If someone snapped a picture of them…

If…

"More." she begged.

She used to be so much more clever than this… She used to be so good at keeping herself collected at all times… She used to…

She moaned when he increased the pressure and his hips buckled against her back. It must have been more than frustrating for him. She wanted to reciprocate but she didn't dare. Her dress was loose, he could always take his hand back quickly… Opening his pants to stick her own fingers in there… It would be a lot less deniable.

"I'm gonna fuck you in the car." he mumbled, his movements quickening. "I'm gonna have you naked on the leather seat, you hear? Spread legs… Just for me…"

"Yes…" she whispered, letting her head fall back on his shoulder, liking the picture he was painting.

"Makes you wet, yeah?" he snorted. "How do you want it then, Princess? When I put my dick into you… How do you want it?"

A shiver of delight rand down her spine at his crudeness.

"Language." she rebuked in a strangled voice.

He chuckled in her ear. "You're gonna go with the lady act right now? When my fingers are deep inside you for everyone to see…"

"I am a lady." she protested.

"You're a slut." he countered, taking his fingers out. "Say it."

He wouldn't move until she had said it, she knew. There was no time to argue, no time to try and turn the tables on him… It was so risky as it was…

"I am a slut." she repeated dutifully.

"Good." he smirked, brushing a kiss under her ear. "Now come."

He pinched her clit and she came hard and fast.

By the time she had recovered, he had moved away.

She gave an anxious look around but their corner was still deserted and nobody seemed to be paying them any attention anyway.

"That was reckless." she commented, turning to lean against the railing. He was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed, probably trying to calm down and distract himself from the bulge in his pants. "We cannot continue like this, Haymitch. This is spiraling out of control. We are not teenagers, we should be able to control ourselves."

"Tell that to my hard-on." he mumbled, shooting her a glance. "I'm really gonna fuck you in the car by the way."

She waved a dismissive hand. "The car is fine. The penthouse is fine. But never again in public. Do you hear me? Never again."

She strode away and left him there to rejoin her friends, all the time knowing her words were empty.

She fixed a bright smile on her lips, made sure her eyes were just the right amount of sparkly and assumed the bubbly personality everyone loved her for. She had worked years to make herself into Effie Trinket – it was almost a brand at this point: an aesthetic, an icon, a fantasy –and Effie Trinket certainly didn't like being fingered in dark corners of crowded clubs by unrefined slobs.

Too bad Effie liked it so much.