Prompt: (post MJ) Haymitch has some weird kink that Effie finds and after some thought she tries it with him? Thank you!
Finding a kink she wouldn't yet know by MJ was difficult! Plus I still hc Haymitch as someone who is tamed with kinks and stuff because while anything dominating would be a thrill to him I still think he would want to explore this side of him and sex for PTSD reasons. So here you have heavy smut – I don't know when I started writing heavy bad smut, guys, I don't – hopefully it is a bit funny. I hope you like this. Let me know!
Hot For Teacher
Haymitch hadn't gone through a revolution for this.
Those forms were torture and the fact they would have to fill them every year from now on because the new Panem government required them to wasn't making him particularly happy. The kitchen table was covered with the papers he needed to answer the questions – papers that were for the most part crumpled, stained and maybe a bit moldy – and it was all a very big mess. Marital status: Married. Single. Other.
Why the fuck did Paylor need to know his marital status?
The pen hovered between single and other, not sure where he was at since Effie had been staying with him for months but still claimed she was only visiting.
Naturally, her own forms had been neatly filled and sent weeks earlier and he should probably have let her help when she had offered instead of waiting the day before the deadline.
The familiar clicking of heels echoed down the corridor and he got ready to swallow back his pride and beg for help because the whole thing was giving him a headache and there was a reason he had let her handle all his paperwork all those years.
"Say, sweetheart…" he started without even looking up when he heard her coming in the kitchen. "Are we single or are we other?"
And if this prompted an unwanted discussion about feelings and relationships…
"You have been a very naughty boy, Mr Abernathy." she purred.
He blinked at the form and then looked up, confused both by the tone and the unexpected statement. He blinked again when he caught sight of her. Her blond hair was pinned in a neat severe looking bun, she was wearing black frame square glasses, a white blouse that had been left unbuttoned from the cleavage up and hinted at a lacy red bra, a high waist dove grey pencil skirt that hugged her curves and pointy shiny black heels. She was also tapping a very long wooden ruler in the palm of her hand, the likes of which he hadn't seen since he was at school.
He may have gaped a little.
"So?" she prompted, lifting her eyebrows a little. "Do you have any explanation as to why you failed to turn in your homework?"
'Tell me something about yourself I don't yet know.' she had asked a few nights earlier as they were watching the stars cuddled on the porch, her nails scratching lightly up and down his forearm. His first instinctive answer had been that she knew everything about him already but he had realized that wasn't completely true. There were parts of his life he had kept jealously silent simply because his past was something he usually left untouched. 'My first real crush was my teacher back in high school' he had confessed. She had laughed at him naturally, it was probably as cliché as it got. 'Did you seduce her?' she had asked and it had been his turn to laugh. 'Don't think so, no. But we had a torrid love affair in my mind for a couple of months. Me and my hand really lived the hot teacher fantasy.'. She had hummed and had switched subject.
And now there she was, hot teacher in the flesh – she had gone a bit overboard with it, but it was Effie and she went overboard with mostly everything. They hadn't done the role playing thing often either – she could get into it easily but he was always getting distracted.
He reached for the glass but the ruler whacked his fingers and he took his hand back instinctively. She hadn't strike near harshly enough to hurt, not at all, but he eyed that wooden ruler warily.
"Stand up for the class, Mr Abernathy." she commanded.
"There's a class now?" he snorted, letting his eyes roam over her, openly picturing her naked. He would have lied if he had pretended he didn't like the Mr Abernathys. She used to call him that in the very beginning before he had snapped at her to just call him 'Haymitch, for fuck's sake, Trinket'. She had a way of making his name sound like a dirty endearment.
"Stand up for the class." she repeated firmly, narrowing his eyes at him, the ruler hitting the table once in a loud sound of wood on wood.
"Or what?" he challenged.
"Or the punishment will be far, far worse." she threatened. "I might send you to the principal office."
He smirked. "Is the principal as hot as you, sweetheart?"
Her lips twitched but she quickly remembered herself. Effie was always invested when it was about playing a part.
"She is old and smelly so I believe you would rather deal with me." she retorted. "Now stand up."
He sighed but prop himself on the table to push himself up to his feet, eyeing her as she paced around him in a predatory circle.
"You were a very naughty, naughty boy, Haymitch." she declared. "What shall I do with you?"
"I have some ideas." he chuckled.
She was behind him and he didn't see the whack coming. It didn't hurt. She didn't fling the ruler hard enough for it to hurt, it barely made a sound, his pants absorbed most of the shock but still she had very much wacked his ass with a wooden ruler and he was more turned on about it than he thought he should be.
"Naughty boys are punished." she hummed.
She whacked him again but this time, he turned around, grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him, trapping her against his chest. He didn't think he could take a whole string of whacks, as much as it didn't hurt, it reminded him a bit too much of being tied to a post and whipped for poaching and he would rather not revisit those memories while having sex with her.
"The thing with naughty boys is you should be careful, Princess, 'cause they're dangerous." he mocked. He tugged her skirt up enough that he could sneak his hands on the back of her thighs and up. He met the lacy fabric of garters and she obviously had suspenders on but the rest was naked flesh. No panties, no thong. He squeezed her ass, kneading it a little, pressing her against him. "Maybe I should spank you instead. You would like that, yeah?" He parted her folds with his thumb, giving slow lazy stroke that had her leaning more heavily against his chest. He couldn't tell if her shiver came from his words or from what he was doing. "I could toss you over my knee and make that pretty pink ass red."
He wasn't sure he would actually go for it. Spontaneous spankings during sex were one thing but actually doing it cold blood… It was toying with the limits of what he was comfortable with. He didn't want to hurt her in any way and certainly not on purpose. She had been hurt enough.
"It is not how it works." she rebuked, slightly breathless. "You have been naughty and ow…" She tossed her head back when he pressed his thumb harder into her core, she bundled his shirt in her hands at his waist though and made a clear effort to remain collected. "Naughty boys get punished, good boys are rewarded."
"That's too bad." he snorted. "'Cause I think I want the teacher bent over the table and I want to fuck her until she screams."
"That would hardly be a punishment now, would it?" she countered.
"How do you want to do it?" he taunted. "You want to bend me over the table?"
A spark of interest lit up her eyes and he didn't know if he should have been glad or horrified of having given her an idea.
"Can the table take our weights?" she asked.
"Aren't you the teacher?" he mocked. "You should know." She reached around him and not so gently whacked him on the ass. "So violent today, Princess."
"That is no way to talk to your teacher, Mr Abernathy." she replied smoothly. "Now kindly lie down on the table."
He had a moment of hesitation and then obeyed because whatever she had in mind, it beat filling forms – and the fact that they were about to do this on the forms was a nice little bonus. When she climbed on the table too and crawled up his body, he just hoped the table would hold because it would be awkward to explain to the kids – and it would hurt on the way down. Of course, then she straddled his face and hooked her skirt up all the way to her waist and he forgot to worry about that.
"Your punishment will be to eat me out." she offered breathlessly.
If she thought this was punishment worthy, she was really mistaken but he wasn't one to discuss a gift so nicely wrapped up in lace and so he simply stroke her thighs, playing with the suspenders and the garters, coaxing her into lowering herself further. She started trembling with the first flick of his tongue.
He wasn't sure they had ever done it like that. It had taken a long time for him to be comfortable with her on top, not because he didn't trust her but because he was wary of not being in control, so a woman on his face had been a huge no-no and he certainly would never have done it with anyone but her. As it was, he couldn't remember ever doing it that way.
He decided he was enjoying it well enough despite the obvious submissive stance it required of him. She was on top but once he started sucking and fingering her, he was in control anyway.
He liked making her come apart.
It might have been his favorite thing in the world.
He had been growing hard just from the power play but actually teasing her like that made him throb with want. It took self-restrain to keep pleasuring and not just take her on the spot.
He could tell just by the noises she was making she was getting close. He sucked harder just as he twisted his fingers inside her, whacking her ass at the same time – just to get even – and she cried out, loosing grip for a moment and riding his face so violently he almost thought she would smother him. He took it in stride, letting her ride her climax out. There were worse ways to die.
After a while, she propped herself on her hands, and remained on all four above him, still panting a little. Tendrils of hair were escaping her bun and she looked thoroughly debauched, her glasses were askew, and he popped open a few more buttons of her blouse just so he could get a good look at that lacy red bra. He thought the whole set was new, he had never seen it before – and he might not pay attention to the ridiculous clothes but he paid close attention to her lingerie.
"Now that was excellent work." she laughed.
"I pass then?" he joked.
"With flying colors." she purred. "I think you deserve a reward…"
"Good." he smirked, brushing his fingers on the swell of her breast. "I like rewards."
"Do you?" she grinned, bending down to press a kiss on his neck. She playfully nibble on his Adam's apple and then pulled his cotton shirt up as much as she could given that he didn't lift a finger to help and the fabric was wedged between him and the table. His eyes fluttered shut when her tongue circled his nipple. Her mouth traveled on his chest, kissing and licking only to bite down, making him hiss in surprise. It took a while to reach his belt and she unbuckled it with a slowness that almost killed him, staring straight at him all the while.
He did lift his hips when she tugged his pants and boxers down his thighs to free his erection. She wrapped her hand around him, kneeling back and he groaned, both because of the sensation and because the sight wasn't as pretty.
"Keep your ass up." he commanded.
She lifted her eyebrows but did as she was told, giving two slow tugs before propping herself on her elbow and bowing down. Her tongue darted out of her mouth to poke at his head in the teasing fashion that always made him eager to fuck her face just to wipe off the smug grin she always shot him after that. And sure enough, the grin was there now visible even when she closed her pretty lips around him. The glasses were in the way and she distractedly tossed them on the floor.
She put on a show. It was part of what was making her blow jobs so good. As talented as she was at it, it wasn't just what she was doing to him that did the trick for him – although it would probably have worked well enough on its own – it was the heated looks she gave him, the eyes she kept straight on him every time she bobbed up and down his cock, the noises she made, both the gagging ones and the small hums of pleasure. She was enjoying this, he knew, and she would be wet and ready again by the time she was done because making him lose his composure was a turn on for her.
He wanted to come.
Badly.
He toyed with the idea.
She would usually swallow but given the position they were in she might not manage and it would spill everywhere – he really didn't envy the person who would be in charge of his form. He didn't mind that. He loved it when she ended up covered with his sperm, it was very primitive and probably all kind of wrongs but it made him want to roar like he had marked her and she belonged to him.
He was very close when he propped himself on his elbow to coil his fingers around her nape. She tensed for a second and then relaxed, trusting him enough to let him do as he pleased even if that meant pushing her down and keeping her there. He didn't though. He gently drew her back.
"Get off the table." he requested.
She did without asking what he had in mind, simply grabbing his shirt and pulling him for a messy kiss when he climbed off the table too. The kiss tasted of them both and it made him growl. He pushed her back against the table, she tried to sit but he held her back, knowing the height wouldn't be right. He could have carried her to the counter but he deepened the kiss further, briefly cupping her breast, before turning her around.
The idea of her bent over that table was too sweet to pass on the opportunity.
He hiked the skirt even higher around her hips, fingers ghosting over the red lacy garment around her waist keeping the stockings up, before pushing her down and keeping her there with a hand around her neck. She put her arms behind her back and, understanding what she wanted without her asking to ask, he wrapped his other hand around her wrists, effectively trapping her.
"Spread your legs more." he instructed. He was restricted by the pants and boxers around his ankles or he would have nudged her feet.
She did as she was asked without an ounce of shame, displaying herself to his hungry gaze.
The sight was too tempting for him to resist any longer.
He slammed into her and then pounded again and again in a frantic rhythm, following the sound of slapping flesh on flesh, his own groans, and her increasing cries of pleasure. She came quick and hard and it triggered his own climax. He thrust into her mechanically a few times and then slumped on her, his hips still going back and forth because his brain was fried and couldn't compute.
"Fuck…" he breathed out, pressing a kiss at the back of her nape. "This was hot."
He relieved her of his weight, helping her back to her feet and steadying her when it became obvious her legs were wobbly.
"It was." she hummed her agreement, tugging her skirt down. He was sorry to see the enticing sight go. "I should surprise you with those scenarios more often."
"It's you who's hot not the role play stuff." he argued, pulling his underwear and pants on, before glancing at the table where the forms and papers were even more crumpled than before. "Don't think they will thank me for fucking over their forms."
She clucked her tongue at him. "You should have done them ages ago."
He rolled his eyes, hooked a finger in the opening of her blouse and he tugged her closer to steal a kiss that was anything but innocent. Because he was a nice person, he buttoned her blouse up while they kissed – to be helpful and not just because it allowed him to cup a feel on the way.
"So are we single or other?" he asked against her lips. "You never said."
"Other." she snorted. "You can put live-in partnership on the next line."
He lifted his eyebrows in mocked surprise. "Oh, so you're not just visiting anymore, yeah ? You're moving in."
"Yes." she grinned, slowly pecking his lips.
"Without asking me first." he pointed out.
Her eyes twinkled with amusement. "Yes."
"Rude, sweetheart, very rude…" he commented. "Now who's being a naughty girl…"
She stepped back, her grin deepening, quickly undoing all his hard work by unbuttoning her blouse and letting it fall to the floor.
"Why, you might need to punish me then…" she chuckled, turning on her heels and strutting away.
He followed.
What else could he do?