Super smutty prompt idea - Hayffie and sex toys? I know it's not something you feel Haymitch would be into but maybe he finds one belonging to Effie and wants to know what it does?
The Toys
"We should hurry back." Effie sighed, wrapping her favorite white fluffy towel around her chest. "I do not think we will be missed just yet but… still. We should not have disappeared like that." There was no answer coming from the bedroom and she glanced at her blurred reflection on the steamed covered mirror over the sink. No make-up, no wig… No doubt she looked hideous but that was how he liked her so… "Haymitch?"
She shouldn't have brought him back to her apartment the previous night. They hardly ever did that. In the almost ten years of their affair, she could count on one hand the number of times he had actually stepped foot inside her place. Never mind spending the day there.
They had slipped.
The tributes death had been horrifying, more so than usual because the Career pack was vicious that year and had made it last. Haymitch had needed space from the crowd of vultures and the images playing on a loop on TV. She had needed breathing air and to not worry about the fact that Haymitch was going to publicly say something that would be their death while she took five minutes to privately fall apart in the ladies.
They had ended up at her place because it was the only neutral ground he would agree to.
They had ended up in bed because that was the only way they knew to deal with their respective pain that wasn't binge drinking until falling into a stupor or smoke an entire packet of cigarette until being sick. They had fucked, had napped, had fought and had begun the circle all over again right up until Effie had declared it was time for a shower and to face reality.
And yet she was the one who had lingered under the warm water while he went and got dressed.
Although, as it turned out, there hadn't been a lot of getting dressed happening in her bedroom.
She leaned against the bathroom threshold and lifted her eyebrows. Haymitch was sitting on the edge of her mattress, the towel still wrapped around his hips, rummaging through the drawer of her bedside table. A drawer she would have liked him not to open.
"May I help you?" she deadpanned.
He didn't even have the decency to look guilty or sheepish. Instead, he simply looked amused. "Got something to tell me?"
"Yes." She crossed the room and nudged the drawer closed with her knee. "Mind your own business."
His hand immediately coiled around the back of her thigh, his palm warm and calloused, and she knew, she just knew, they were not going to show up at the Training Center anytime soon.
"Ah, but sweetheart…" he drawled out, his accent more pronounced like always when he was genuinely amused. "Thought we agreed anything that goes in your cunt's my business…"
The words sent a shill down her spine.
It was everything. The way he said them… The vulgarity of them… The possessive glint behind the sparkle in his grey eyes…
Her mother would have been horrified to know such things aroused her. She would have been horrified to find it aroused her a few years earlier only.
And yet there she was, already wet just because he had used that voice and those words and she could tell whatever was about to follow would be a show of force on his part and it delighted her.
"Did we?" she huffed but the effect was hindered by the wobble of her voice. "I must have missed that memo."
His hand was gently rubbing the back of her thigh but the way he was watching her was anything but. He was studying her, assessing her…
They didn't have many secrets left after all those years. She could tell just how pleased he was to have stumbled upon that one. Not that it really was a secret. She was fairly sure everyone in the city had a similar drawer. Sex toys were nothing to be ashamed of. They were quite common.
He reached for the bedside table and she planted her leg in front of it so he wouldn't be able to open it again. He took a moment to admire her widened stance. She knew the way he thought and the fact that she wasn't wearing anything under that towel – and that his face was almost level with that part of her – was tempting him to forget about what he had found and simply have her again. She had no doubt the drawer would come back in a later conversation but she would take her chances.
For a moment, she thought he would bury his face between her legs and let it go.
He squeezed her flesh instead, not at all gentle. His fingers dug deep in her inner thigh.
The command was clear but she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at him all the same. She loved it when he let his dominant side out to play but she loved it even more when he made her surrender. There was no fun in simply… submitting.
"Move, sweetheart." he growled. "Won't ask again."
"You did not ask at all." she retorted. "I will have you know…" She was not sure how he did what he did next. She felt his calf loop around her ankle and then she was falling but instead of crashing on the floor she ended up on his lap, her ass up in the air. "Haymitch!"
Her face flushed.
That was taking it a bit further than…
The towel was suddenly gone and his big hand landed on her ass.
"Shut up." he ordered.
She shut up.
Her skin stung where he had spanked it but he immediately rubbed it better and she found herself wriggling, half hoping he would do it again. He was hard. She could feel it under her stomach. He was hard and he was liking the wriggling, he must have, but he still pinned her down with a hand between her shoulder blades and so she stopped moving.
"Good girl." he praised after a few seconds. He released her, trusting her to play along.
She heard the drawer sliding open and the sound of things being taken out…
"Why am I not surprised everything's fucking pink?" he snorted.
"I love pink." she grumbled.
"You also love putting stuff inside you, looks like." he mocked.
She tried to wriggle back because the position was starting to become uncomfortable, blood was rushing to her head and… She got two smacks for that and he didn't bother rubbing it better this time.
"Haymitch." she complained.
"Didn't hurt." he dismissed.
It hadn't.
It also wasn't the point.
"I need to sit up." she requested.
"Do you?" he challenged and she felt something cold nudge her entrance. It was familiar too. She didn't need to look to know he had found her glass dildo. He didn't slip it in all the way. "Bit heavy. Can't be fun for your wrist…"
"Has it occurred to you that perhaps I ask someone to use it on me?" she retorted.
She wasn't ready to be abruptly fucked with it and the noise that escaped her throat next was between a groan and a moan. He stopped just when it was becoming good and slip it back out. He tossed it somewhere on the bed behind her. Next thing she knew, teeth dug into the tender flesh of her left butt cheek. She sucked in a breath because even though he licked the bite right after, it still hurt a little.
"You better not." he growled. "Cause this is mine and if I ever catch anyone playing with it, I'm gonna kill them."
How could she be aroused by that kind of speech? She should have run as fast as she could in the opposite direction.
How long since he had last had a drink?, a part of her wondered. It played on his mood. And for him to be so possessive, so…
"Why so many toys?" he asked next.
His hand was distractedly stroking her back. It wandered toward her ass and she bit down on her bottom lip in anticipated pleasure. She suspected he would spank her at random now. Just to keep her on her toes. He liked to do that when they were playing this particular scenario.
"Unlike you, I cannot simply use my hand for ten months." she huffed. "It is not good enough."
She felt him relax and instead of smacking her again, he slipped his hand between her legs and played with her slowly, building her pleasure up.
Had he thought she was keeping so many sex toys because he wasn't satisfying her?
"Glass thing's too heavy." he declared as if he was now an expert in dildos because he had used one once. Just when she thought she was about to come, he shifted her on the bed, ignoring her moans of frustration. She ended up on her stomach, her hips propped on a pile of cushions so her ass was still in the air.
She propped herself on her elbows and glared at him over her shoulder. "Would you fuck me already?"
His lips twitched in a smirk but he simply wriggled his eyebrows. "Can't do, Princess. Need to make sure you're well taken care of when I'm not here to do it."
She stared at him.
He couldn't mean what she thought he meant.
He grabbed the other dildo from the drawer. This one was a dark pink, lighter but also thicker. He studied it and then made a face. "Too short."
"It suits its purpose." she hissed. "It would perfectly suit its purpose if you would be nice enough to put it in me right now."
"Too short." he repeated. He got rid of his towel with his free hand and started stroking himself. Actually comparing.
It was obscene.
It was so obscene she thought she might come from the sight alone. She tried to discreetly rub herself on the pillow but he tossed the dildo aside and grabbed her thigh to steady her, that smirk deepening as he kept stroking himself.
"Like what you see?" he challenged.
She liked her lips. "I will suck you off. I will suck you off if you touch me right now."
He chuckled with genuine mirth.
"I like you so much better when you're like that, sweetheart…" he commented, turning his attention back to the drawer. "Why do you have to be such a pain in the ass all the time?" He picked up her geisha balls next and let them dangle from his fingers, studying them. "The fuck's that supposed to be?"
"Good." she answered. "It is supposed to be good. And it is not right now. So do something about it!"
She jutted her ass higher, giving a little wiggle just because she knew it would drive him mad. And it did drive him mad, she could see it. His eyes were dark with lust, he was leaking pre-come and he was so hard he was throbbing. But one thing Haymitch could have when he wanted to torture her was self-control. Never for anything else. But for that? Oh, he could be the most self-controlled man in Panem.
"Never mind. Can figure it out." he taunted.
He pushed the balls in one at a time, pulling back on the string from time to time, making them slip back out before pushing them back in… He liked the toy, she could tell. He liked watching the light pink balls disappearing inside of her. He liked how breathless she was getting.
The geisha balls weren't enough to get her off though, not even when he made them roll against her clit. Nothing would do but something big inside now and…
"Please…" she begged, not even caring that her voice broke.
"Soon, sweetheart." he promised, dropping a kiss at the small of her back.
"But I need you." she countered, bundling the already crumpled sheets in her fists.
She was half a second away from simply calling the game off, pushing him on his back and taking what it was she wanted to take. He would let her, she figured. He would let her but he would also be disappointed because she would have spoiled the game.
"You can wait a little longer." he said with complete confidence.
She wasn't so confident, all the more so because she knew there were a lot more toys to try in that drawer and she didn't think she could bear him exploring them all before giving her what she wanted. Fortunately, he seemed to be on the same mind and he discarded quite a few things like her small rubber duck, the strap-on she hadn't used in years and a cock ring she had forgotten she owned.
"What's that?" he asked, showing her small metallic pinchers with dangling pink pompoms.
"Nipple clamps." she muttered with a touch of hope. Her breasts had been thoroughly neglected so far.
His eyebrows shot up. "You're gonna have to show me that one day."
He tossed them back in the drawer and she buried her face in the mattress with a frustrated moan. And then she heard it. The sound of her trusty vibrator, also pink, and she could have sobbed in relief.
"Please…" she demanded.
"Still not as big as me." he commented.
She couldn't tell if he was pleased about that or disappointed on her behalf.
She couldn't bother to care either way.
He pushed it inside her and she immediately arched her back in pleasure. She came before he even had time to truly fuck her with it like he was obviously planning.
"Didn't say you could." he grumbled.
She might have apologized and offered to suck him off once more if he hadn't started working her up again. Clearly he was enjoying playing with the vibrator. He put it inside, he brushed its head against her clit, he even brushed it between her cheeks…
At some point, he left it inside for several seconds. She heard him move behind her but at that point she was too thoroughly gone, her mind destroyed by bliss and the ripples of pleasures that kept shooting through her. Her legs were shaking and she was pretty sure she wouldn't be able to stand for a while.
She felt him pushing at her entrance with the vibrator still inside her.
She wasn't sure she could take both. She was pretty sure she couldn't.
He didn't go much further than his head.
"Fuck…" he spat, his head dropping against her back. "Fuck, fuck, fuck…"
She made a note to buy a vibrating cock ring.
He replaced the vibrator with his penis. It felt a bit weird after being stimulated with vibrations so long. He filled her up more but she was still shaking from the after effect of the machine… She wasn't counting on him putting the vibrator back against her clit. She knew he could feel its vibrations as he fucked her hard.
She could only cling to the sheets and clench and wonder how it came to be that her whole world was limited to that bed, the man behind her and mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm.
She barely realized he came.
She only realized once he had turned off the vibrator and tossed it somewhere on the bed, once he slipped out of her and got rid of the cushion to pull her against him. With her cheek on his chest and her numb leg tossed over his, her private parts still tingling from having been over-stimulated, her mind was completely blank.
"You're okay, Princess?" he asked.
It was almost tender. So were the hands than roamed over her body, less to start something – or keep it going – than to make sure he hadn't hurt her too badly. He hated himself every time he thought he had hurt her too badly.
"Ask me again tomorrow." she mumbled, burying her face in his neck.
"Thought we were going back to the Center." he countered, reaching for the alarm clock on the other nightstand. He sighed. "Almost nine pm. We've been gone all day. We should…"
"Can't walk." she protested, snuggling closer to him. "Can't think. Sleep."
His stubble-covered cheek pressed against her nose as he strained his neck to search for her mouth. She lifted her chin a little, just enough that he could kiss her like he so obviously wanted. She let him do what he wished, deepened it like he wanted… He chuckled against her lips.
"You know… Wasn't sold on those toys of yours but… I'm starting to see the appeal." he teased. "If I'd known that's what it takes to shut you up…"
"Next time, my turn." she warned. She was too tired to even be horrified by her butchered grammar. "See how you like it."
"In your dreams." he retorted.
"Turnabout's fair play." she hummed, feeling herself drift off. He moved and she forced her eyelids open, locked her arms and legs around him. "Stay."
She felt his hand in her hair, sliding down to her neck… She relaxed again when he squeezed her nape.
"I'm gonna stay 'till you're asleep then I'm gonna go, sweetheart." he said. "One of us has to show up. I'm gonna tell them you've got the flu, alright?"
"Is that what we are calling your penis now?" she mumbled.
If he answered, she didn't hear it. She woke up briefly when she felt something sliding between her legs but she dozed off again when she realized he was just cleaning her up with a wet cloth. She appreciated it, she wouldn't have been crazy about waking up sticky in addition to being sore all over.
"Thank you…" she muttered, half asleep.
She heard his chuckles, felt the tickles of his stubble when he kissed her naked shoulder…
"My pleasure, sweetheart."
Hers too, she couldn't help but think before falling asleep again.