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As Effie entered the house for the first time in close to a decade, she was surprised to find it resembling something that was very nearly clean. In all the years she'd known him, Haymitch had seemingly resigned himself to living in an absolute dump, and she wondered briefly what had caused such a change. While she'd known that Peeta would try, she hadn't expected the boy to actually succeed. She'd truly thought Haymitch was too stubborn for that.
Walking further inside, she was met with… nothing. The house seemed empty, though Effie knew that he'd been well aware of her arrival. Perhaps he'd forgotten somehow? That thought was a bit too painful to entertain, so she shoved it aside and carried on up the stairs. It was far more likely he was just busy, had gotten tied up in something and hadn't realized the time. Though it was rare for Haymitch to busy himself at all. Perhaps he'd taken up some hobbies. She knew he was keeping geese now, and she wasn't sure how much work that required, so maybe he was busy with his new pets, or working in the yard, or—
Well. He was certainly busy. Effie froze in place as she was beginning to pass his room, spying him through the cracked door and trying to convince herself to look away from the vision he made. Tanned thighs spread open, a hand wrapped around his thick cock, and fuck, the way his back arched had her squeezing her own legs together. She knew it wasn't for her to watch, but God, Haymitch sure made it difficult to tear her eyes away.
“Fuck, honey, so good, feel so good, love how you feel on my cock, oh, shit.” He was rambling, his voice hoarse with arousal and music to her ears. “Oh my God, Effie, honey, right there, you're—Shit, you're gonna make me come, Eff, I'm so close, Jesus fucking—”
“Stop.” Effie hadn't expected to hear herself speak up then, and clearly, neither had Haymitch. She watched as he did exactly as he was told, hand going still as he looked up at her with wide eyes. “If I'm going to be the one making you come… Well. I do prefer to be more personally involved in such matters. Do I make myself clear?”
The silence that followed felt like it might stretch on for an eternity, but eventually, Haymitch gave a short nod and moved his hand away altogether. “Please. Make me come,” he begged, sounding so desperate that she had to fight not to give in.
With each slow step towards the bed, she began to bare herself to the man before her, feeling it only fair that they be evenly matched. She did her best not to preen at the way his eyes seemed glued to her chest as her dress fell away, but when his hand wrapped back around himself, she couldn't quite stop the smirk that made its way onto her lips.
“That's it, make yourself feel good for me,” she ordered as she slid onto the bed. Her underwear were the last to go, landing somewhere she couldn't be bothered to check, and then Effie was sliding a hand down between her legs with a soft sigh. “What were you thinking of? What do you want?”
At first, the only response she received was a low grunt, but her patience paid off as Haymitch seemed to gain his voice back. “You—All of you. Under me, letting me fuck you into the bed, spank that pretty ass until it's all red for me. On top, riding me, so fucking needy for it. Tasting you, making you come apart with just my mouth, letting you use me and take what you want.”
Effie really liked this honest side of Haymitch, liked seeing his eyes dark with want as she slid two fingers inside herself. “Oh, you're certainly going to make me come with that mouth of yours,” she sighed, unable to bite back the small laugh when she heard him groan.
“You look so good, fucking yourself for me, but I wanna see you taking my fingers, spread out on my cock. Fuck, Effie, wanna know what you sound like when I make you moan for me, need to know how to make you feel so fucking good.”
His voice had taken on a bit of a desperate edge now and a small whine forced its way out as Effie rocked against her hand. “Yes, yes, Haymitch, please… Let me feel you, I want to feel you—”
Her only warning was the creak of Haymitch moving across the bed before he was turning her around and pulling her tight against his body. She could feel him against her ass, rock hard, as his arm wrapped around her waist, but she didn't even get to consider touching him before his fingers were joining her own.
“Like that?” His voice was low and sensual against her ear, making Effie let out an almost embarrassing little whimper as she bucked down. His fingers were so much bigger than her own, thick and long as he guided her hand, and she wanted them inside. “Such a good girl for me, Eff, God. Do you always get this wet when you think about me making you come?”
It was like her walls had been stripped away, any of her previous defenses left lying in the dust. Effie could only nod in response, trying desperately to get him in her how she wanted, but Haymitch kept teasing, making it clear what would need to happen first.
“Fuck me,” she whined, letting her head roll back onto his shoulder. “Please, baby, I need you, need to be fucked so bad, God, please—”
Her voice was cut off as he guided her hand, forcing her own fingers to slam into her hard and fast. It wasn't quite what she'd been asking for, but that hardly kept Effie from letting out a shout of his name, chasing her pleasure as Haymitch forced her to keep fucking herself.
“That's it,” he murmured, sucking her earlobe between his lips and drawing out a loud whine. “Fuck that pretty pussy for me, scream my name when you come, let the whole fucking district know who gets to make you feel this good. Make yourself come just like this and maybe I'll fuck you after. God, or maybe I'll come on your face instead, bet you'd fucking like that, huh? Does my good girl want my cum all over her?”
“Yes, please, I want your cum, Haymitch, fuck!” There were very few things Effie wouldn't have agreed to in that moment, but her brain managed to resurface for a brief second and she turned her face up towards him, meeting his grey eyes as he looked almost amused by her predicament. “Kiss me, I need… Need you, oh God, I need you, Haymitch.”
He was obedient for once in his life, pressing his mouth to hers as he guided her hips with one hand and her fingers with the other. She was down to maybe seconds before she came undone and the thought struck her suddenly even as her rhythm became more erratic and desperate. This was it. There wouldn't be anyone else, not now that she knew how good things could be. How good things with Haymitch could be. It was just Haymitch, she couldn't even imagine wanting anything else now. That train of thought only made her that much hotter.
His tongue parted her lips gently, drawing a soft sigh from Effie as he pushed his way into her mouth, and that was the final straw. Her hips bucked once, twice more and she was careening straight over the edge with a loud cry of his name, unable to remember anything beyond Haymitch as she came down. She could feel him moving even as she tried to hold him in place, and then she didn't care about any of that because hot cum was covering her tits and she couldn't tear her eyes away.
Lips parted, head tipped back, muscles tensing, moaning out his pleasure. Effie was sure she'd never seen anything even half as beautiful. She could see he was ready to collapse back onto his bed, but she didn't want that distance, not yet. She needed to feel him, needed to be held close and to know that this hadn't been just another dream courtesy of her very creative lust for him. Instead, she guided him towards herself, and she couldn't quite fight the smile that split her face when he melted into her embrace.
“Holy shit,” he groaned, his lips pressed against her cheek as he brought her closer still. Haymitch was warm and safe and everything she'd wanted for more years than she could count, so Effie fell right into him without so much as a second thought. “Hi. Hey. I thought… You said you were gonna be here around six. I distinctly remember that. It ain't six yet.”
Effie looked up at him for a moment, unsure what she was meant to say to that. She certainly hadn't expected it to be the first question Haymitch would have, all things considered. “I wanted to surprise you,” she confessed, figuring the truth was as good as anything else. “Are you really complaining?”
The wide grin that split his face was answer enough, but she had no complaints either as Haymitch leaned down and kissed her again. It was slower now, easy, as if they'd been doing this for forever, as if nothing else would ever come so naturally. She wanted to keep doing him for forever. The thought made her rather giddy. “It's a great surprise,” he said when he finally pulled back and Effie smacked his shoulder lightly. “Best surprise I've ever had. Holy shit, Trinket. I just… Holy fucking shit.”
Before she could form another thought, pesky little things that they were, Haymitch was sliding back in the bed and staring at her with wide eyes. “Yes? I promise, my breasts haven't changed in the last five minutes. It's all still the same.”
He nodded but just kept on staring. “You're naked. You're in my bed and you're naked. How the hell did that happen?” He sounded so stunned by that, it very nearly made Effie laugh at him, but then his eyes met hers and that amusement ran away. “You're… I mean, fuck. You gotta know you're beautiful, but… Fuck me. You're here and you're in my bed and you're fucking naked. How the hell did I manage that?”
That was a particularly stupid question, and she'd heard more than her fair share of those from him. “You were naked first,” she pointed out but Haymitch just looked confused. “Oh, come on, don't play dumb. You were in here, touching yourself and looking like every wet dream I've ever had, and then you were moaning my name. I mean, Jesus, Haymitch, if only you could see what I did. You looked so gorgeous for me, baby. I'm only human.”
If asked, Effie would deny the shriek she let out as Haymitch dragged her into his arms, but she couldn't deny the heat that settled in her belly when his lips landed on hers once more. And there was no denying the way she fell apart in his arms time and time again, more than happy to let him have her in every way he could.