ellie:Do you still take prompts? I was rereading HaDS and an idea inspired by "The Toys" came to my mind. How about Effie gifting/buying Haymitch a vibrating c*** ring? Or her buying it to use it on him while he's in the city and it mysteriously disappearing just for her to find it in his house in 12 later on?
Put A Ring On It
Haymitch wasn't happy.
And since he was naked and lying on Effie's bed, in her apartment, there wasn't really any reason for him to be unhappy except for the fact she was annoying him.
Mostly, she was annoying him because she was straddling his thighs, still dressed, with a pout on her purple painted lips and a pink blindfold in her hand.
All in all, not the greatest end to a night that had been fun enough for a while.
"That's not what we agreed on." he grumbled.
"We agreed if I won you would be mine to play with all night." she argued. "I won fair and square. A bet is a bet, Haymitch."
He was momentarily distracted from the argument by the hand she trailed down her own cleavage. Purely on purpose too.
"Yeah, but I thought that meant you'd make me eat you out. Not… whatever fantasy you want to play out." he scoffed.
"You can definitely eat me out first if that makes you happy." she teased.
"I hate not seeing." he insisted. "You know I hate it."
"It will only be for a little while, I just have a little surprise for you." she sighed. "And you are killing the vibe. Don't you trust me? You know I would never hurt you."
He knew that.
But it still seemed like a dangerous statement to accept from a woman who he regularly claimed to hate in public.
"Doesn't have anything to do with this." he muttered.
"Well, if you are not interested…" She pouted and unzipped her dress, letting it flood to her waits, revealing the intricate pink corset she was wearing underneath. He saw his own treacherous penis twitch with interest.
"Didn't say I wasn't interested." he countered. "Said I didn't want the blindfold."
"A bet is a bet." she insisted. "And I won't leave it for long. If you truly are not comfortable you can take it off yourself, I am not suggesting tying you up."
He dearly hoped she wasn't suggesting that because his limits in the bedroom were very clear and any type of tied up games had always been off the table. Being blindfolded was already toying with a line in his mind.
"You know I could just say fuck it, right? Nothing says I've got to follow through a stupid bet." He made a face.
She trailed a long fake nail along the edge of the corset's cleavage and then used that very same nail to lightly scratch his semi-limp dick from head to base. It was teasing and it worked.
"True." she sighed, taking her hand away. He had to bundle his fists to resist the urge to roll them over, to tower over her like she was currently towering over him. "But then where would we be? "
That was a point in her favor.
Their bets were often ridiculous and stupid but they always respected the terms, be it a day without alcohol or whatever special flavor of sex they wanted in the bedroom. It was one of the little ways to stay sane during the Games.
Per the bet they had made earlier – a silly bet over which woman one of the Gamemakers would take home – the winner got to do anything they wanted to the other one for the whole night. He had seen that as a win-win because he might not enjoy not being in control but, when it was Effie calling the shots, he didn't mind it that much. She knew him better than anyone when it came to what he was comfortable with in bed. He did trust her.
"Fine." he relented with a sigh, telling himself he didn't find her little victorious squeal or the way she clapped her hands in delight cute in any way. Not cute at all. "Try not to startle me too much, though, alright? Your apartment ain't close to the Games Clinic."
And he didn't see why they had to come all the way to her place rather than go back to the penthouse but she insisted she had a surprise for him.
He had thought that meant lingerie but apparently not.
"You won't regret it, darling." she promised with a purr.
And then, just like that, she hopped off his thighs and he propped himself on his elbows with a frown, not quite understanding why she wasn't proceeding with her evil plan now that he had finally consented to it. At least until she started stripping.
She didn't quite make it a show but, with her, almost anything was sensual anyway.
And he enjoyed it.
He enjoyed it so much he wrapped his fingers around his dick…
"Do not touch yourself." she ordered. "Hands up on the pillows."
Everything in him revolted at the commands.
He liked giving the orders, he didn't like it as much when she was the one bossing him around.
Still, a bet was a bet. He was hers to play with all night. Worse fates.
He relocated his hands up with a frustrated noise that had her grinning like crazy.
Once she was naked, she toyed with the blindfold, wrapping it around her palm a few times before discarding it on the bed. "Do not move."
And then, with that almost distracted command, she sat at her dressing table and started removing her make-up, humming a cheerful tune under her breath.
Haymitch was getting more irritated.
He hated being ignored and she knew it.
Still, it wasn't a bad bargain because it would mean she would look like her human self and not like the escort – he never complained about that.
He forced himself to be patient while she cleaned her face and then took off her wig but he snapped when she started brushing her hair as if he wasn't lying there awaiting her pleasure.
"You're planning on taking care of me any time soon?" he complained.
She lifted an eyebrow at him. "Now, now. Attitude."
"I'll give you attitude." he mumbled, reaching for his dick again.
She swatted his hand lightly with the blindfold. "This is mine tonight. You do not get to touch it. Be a good boy and you might get to touch me."
"Ain't really the good boy type." he sneered.
"Goodness, then we really will have a problem, won't we?" she hummed. "Bad boys do not get to see…"
And with that statement, she straddled him again and slipped the blindfold over his head. It was soft and plushy, not at all uncomfortable. But it was also very opaque for something that pink and the thick fabric made it impossible to see through it.
He told himself not to panic.
It was just a game.
Still, he sucked a breath in when he felt her hands carefully pressing on his chest.
"You can take it off any time, Haymitch. No pressure." she said despite her earlier insistence. Her voice was softer, more reassuring than commanding. "Try it."
It was a ridiculous suggestion because the blindfold didn't even have knots or anything, it slipped on like a sleep mask. Still, Haymitch lifted it a couple of times just to make sure he could rip it out at will.
And felt a bit like an idiot.
She didn't look judgmental, though, she smiled at him. "Ready to play?"
He snorted, put the blindfold back in place and let her have her fun.
Well…
Maybe it would be his fun.
The first thing she did was nip at his chest and that was more than okay with him. He could feel her breasts, her nipples brushing against his skin as she bowed over him to lick and bite… He liked imagining it.
Maybe the blindfold thing wouldn't be so bad, he mused, blindly searching for her body. His hands found her thighs and he followed their lengths up to her hips… He wanted to get her off his legs and closer to his groin but when one of his palms found the dip of her waist, she grabbed his wrists and gently relocated his hands up to the pillow.
"My turn for now." she warned.
He got the message. He linked his fingers together and wedged his hands beneath his head, happy to know he might get his turn later.
Truly, it wasn't bad.
It was even good.
She licked and nipped and kissed his chest, wandering closer and closer to his stomach, letting him imagine well in advance what her objective was so he wouldn't startle when she finally touched him…
Maybe he should have resented the coddling but she didn't make it look like she was actually coddling him so he kept his peace about it.
He was half hard already when she finally reached that part of him and gave him a broad lick.
He made a noise that came from the back of his throat.
She chuckled. "Enjoying this?"
She licked him again and his hips buckled.
He smirked. "Turns out, as annoying as it is, that mouth of yours is good for a few things..."
She clucked her tongue. "Cheeky."
He felt her move and, a second later, heard the sound of the nightstand drawer opening. That made him frown a little but didn't alarm him. From past experience, he knew she kept a few things in there from condoms to lube. Maybe she wanted the extra lubrication for whatever she had in mind…
He prepared himself for the feeling of sticky stuff but it didn't come. She wrapped her hand around his dick, she ran her loose fist right down to the base before sucking his head in her mouth.
Torture, pure torture.
"Do not startle." she warned, letting him pop out of her mouth.
She slipped… something past his head.
For a moment, he thought it was a condom because what else could it be? But they never used condoms anymore and it felt too cold and rigid for that…
"What are you doing?" he asked, panicking a little because the sensation was new.
Not quite unwelcome but it was strange and…
He couldn't tell what she was doing, what she had just put on him…
"Relax." she encouraged, carefully sliding the thing lower, all the way to the base of his penis. She kissed his hip. "I promise you will like this. You can take the blindfold off now."
He had thought the blindfold was her fantasy for the night, the main attraction so to speak, clearly he had been mislead. And she had done it on purpose. He had been so busy worrying about not seeing, he hadn't worried about why she wanted him blindfolded in the first place: so he wouldn't object to some Capitol playstuff.
He tore the blindfold off and looked down between his legs…
She had slipped a…
"The fuck is that?" he spat.
There was a band around his dick.
"Well, I finally put a ring on you." she teased. "Not the traditional engagement ring, I will admit, but…"
"Effie." he snapped, nervous and a little angry and not at all in the mood for marriage jokes.
He fucking hoped it was a joke.
"It is just a toy, Haymitch." she sighed. "I knew you would never want to try it if I didn't use a… subterfuge. You can be so traditional. You will like it, I promise."
It was hard to stay angry or apprehensive when she started kissing his length again, licking and sucking and even nipping at the throbbing vein…
"What does it do?" he muttered, lying back down because…
Well, she was taking him fully in her mouth now and he couldn't think properly when she did that.
He couldn't even care that she had leashed his dick.
"It will compress the blood flow. It will make your erection last longer and be a bit harder." she hummed.
"Don't need fucking toys to be hard…" he grumbled.
Not yet anyway.
He wasn't that old.
"Yes, but it also comes with a clit stimulator attached…" she hummed. "Do you want to see what else it can do?"
He barely resisted from pointing out he didn't have a clit.
Not that he really had time anyway because she touched the ring and, suddenly, it was vibrating and…
"Oh, fuck!" he gasped.
And immediately clasped his mouth shut because…
She chuckled and turned it off.
The look she shot him was serious though. "Is this okay or do you want me to take it off? I wanted to surprise you with it but I do not want you to feel forced either."
Well, truth be told, if she had presented the ring to him, he would have said no on principle alone. Capitol games had never gone down well for him. But… It did seem… fun.
"You've already started, might as well finish." he muttered.
She wasn't fooled by his casual dismissive attitude, he could tell, but she played along. She turned the ring back on and fuck did that feel good.
Less good that when she started rubbing herself on him though.
Her hands were on her breasts, tugging on her nipples…
"Wanna touch you now." he growled, tracking her fingers with his grey eyes.
"Alright." she caved.
His mouth was on her breasts before she could even finish that word.
Fuck, did she taste delicious.
It wasn't long before she was dripping.
He needed to come.
He needed to come very badly but the ring was making it difficult.
Then, of course, she pushed him down so he was flat on his back and she slid down on him and he had to close his eyes because the dual sensation of the vibrating thing and her…
It was too much, so much…
He groaned and cursed and grunted and he might have felt self-conscious about it if she hadn't been screaming in pleasure.
She was always very vocal but this was loud even for her.
In the end, he couldn't help it, he grabbed her hips and held her in place, pushed her down as far as she could go and she tossed her head back as the ring stimulated the both of them…
She came with a long cry…
He followed not long after.
It was a while before they were good for anything other than lie limp on top of the tangled sheets.
He turned the cock ring she had slipped off over and over between his fingers, torn between his disgust of all things Capitol and the knowledge he had actually enjoyed it – really enjoyed it, to the point he might not be adverse to try that again if she offered.
"You can keep it." she mumbled, a bit on the exhausted side of her afterglow. "I bought it for you. It is good for solitary games as well." Her lips twitched into something that wasn't quite a leer. "I think I like the idea of my ring being around your cock a lot more than I like it around your finger. Other people have it all wrong. This is far more satisfying to imagine."
He wasn't at ease with two jokes about marriage so close together but he snorted anyway because it was a little funny. And so Effie.
And maybe a bit arousing to think of her leaving her mark on that part of him.
"You would." he mocked. "You're a possessive kitten."
"Am I to be a kitten now?" She chuckled. "I am small and cute but I do have sharp claws, Haymitch."
She flexed her nails against his chest to prove her point.
"True." he granted. "Maybe you outgrew the kitten stage, maybe you're just a very good pussy now."
And with that, he slipped his hand between her legs.
She rolled on her back to accommodate him but laughed all the same. "Oh, that innuendo was terrible…"
He groaned his agreement but grabbed her thigh and pulled her closer to him… "My turn now, yeah?"
Her grin turned salacious. "If you feel up to it."
When didn't he feel up to it?