A/N: sorry, a lot was going on in my life and - just to make everything better - I had a terrible writer's block...but here it is, my first and (probably) my last Hayffie smut. Enjoy! x
Sex, Alcohol and...Wigs
Effie didn't know what Haymitch was doing because she was concentrating on giving him the perfect blowjob. Sure, she noticed he was moving but she thought it was because he felt bored and she found it quite offensive. No one had ever gotten bored while she was giving them a head! So, naturally, she wanted to prove she was good. The best Haymitch ever had! (Because, let's be honest, how boring can sex be in Twelve?!) She used her tongue, teeth, fingers...everything just to make it more varied and exciting. But she had gotten no reaction. Well...she did. But not what she wanted. Haymitch started to laugh and it made her furious. She pulled his cock out and whacked his thigh to get his attention.
"What?" Haymitch grumbled.
"Are you re-..." Effie finally looked up and the sight of him rendered her speechless.
"What the fuck?! The fuck you think you are doing?! That is expensive!" She stood up to face Haymitch who was wearing her bright pink and neon lime-colored wig.
"I'll fuck you like a Capitol would." He grinned "Or how a Capitol should..."
"No! Give me back my wig!" She tiptoed to tear it off but he was taller and stronger. Haymitch grabbed her wrist and turned her around. Within seconds she found herself laying on the arm of the sofa, with both of her hands behind her back. He held them firmly. She opened her mouth to protest against his animalistic behavior when she felt him separating her legs. Nothing but a moan escaped her lips. He gripped her then ran his fingers along her folds.
"Nice." He grinned at his fingers, covered with her wetness. He placed just the tip of his cock to her entrance and teased her with thrusting in the head only and pulled it out almost immediately. He could tell Effie was frustrated; her muscles on her back were tensed. He rather enjoyed it. He played with her for minutes, until her breathing became more and more rapid and labored.
"For fuck's sake, do something already!" She hissed. She tried to escape from his grip. He chose that moment to thrust in her, but only with the head. The unexpected feeling made her moan out loud. He slowly pushed his full length into her. It was pure torture, he was slow on purpose and it made Effie shiver. She tried to press herself against him but she couldn't move, he held her in place.
After a few thrusts, he let her hands go and placed both his hands on her waist. Then he fastened up...it was just as unexpected as when he had entered into her. She whimpered, but she couldn't tell it was a whimper of lust or pain. Haymitch was everything but gentle and Effie was sure she wouldn't walk properly for days, he would destroy her completely. She couldn't say she minded though. She kinda loved rough sex and Haymitch was rough. Sometimes he was almost animalistic. She would never get fucked by a Capitol man so roughly. They were all too gentle, too stilted. Capitol men only knew vanilla sex...
She gripped the side of the sofa and tried to swallow back her moans. Haymitch's hip slammed against hers loudly and hard. So hard, she could almost see stars. All of sudden, he knelt on the arm of the couch with one leg, his arm was around her waist and he pulled her up, then pressed her against his chest. She could feel the sweat on his body. He grabbed on her breast and pinched on her nipple, it made her yelp in pain. He rolled her hardened nipple between his fingers and Effie wanted to scream. She had to cling on the back of the couch to support herself. Haymitch didn't seem worried about tripping over. Effie had never seen him so out of control. His other hand slide down on her stomach and then down further south. He pressed his middle finger against her clit.
His thrusts were fast and hard while his finger was slow and almost soft. The duality of his moves pushed Effie to the edge and she was so close to coming. She reached up and tore the wig off of his head. It surprised him but he didn't stop.
"I want you." She breathed. She didn't have the strength to say more. She tried to look in his eyes but their position wasn't good for that. So instead, she kissed his throat. She covered his hand with hers and took over control. She pressed three of his fingers to her clit and rubbed them. Within minutes her body was trembling and she came. She screamed a little as the bliss and ecstasy rushed through her body. Haymitch grinned - mostly to himself. Effie could be so loud sometimes, especially during her orgasm. Effie was still panting when Haymitch finally came. He cum deep inside her, but she was too tired and high on her relief to care or protest against it.
When he finally pulled himself out, he was already flaccid. They laid on the couch and tried to catch their breath. Effie was in Haymitch's arms, her head tucked under his chin.
"Y'know." Effie whispered against his neck. "I'd never let a Capitol fuck me like this."
"You better not." He mumbled. "Only I am allowed. Your body is my damn fuckin' territory."
"I'm not an object."
"Don't care. No one but me is allowed to touch you." He rolled on the top of her. "Understand?" He was already hard again. His cock pressed against Effie's stomach.
"What if I say no?"
"You don't want to know..." Haymitch grinned and slid into her and Effie knew she would have a long night ahead. And that she would spend the next day with recovering.