Say The Word: Hunger Games Fic
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Say the Word
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Pairing: Johanna/Peeta
Summary: Before they face each other in the arena Johanna has a few things to teach Peeta.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1698
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Language. Explicit sexual content including D/s and pegging.
Author’s Note: Set during Catching Fire the night before the Games.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
Say the Word
After the interviews, an excited crowd gathered around Peeta in the green room offering advice and encouragement for the Games or simply telling him how deeply they were moved by his disclosure of his secret marriage with Katniss. Several of the women were crying over him. Johanna shouldered her way through the mob, placed a hand on either of his shoulders.
“Meet me on the roof at midnight,” she said putting her face close to Peeta’s. “Come alone.” Then she was gone, leaving him to the sobbing women and the bumbling well-wishers.
As soon as they were out of the studio, Peeta reported what had happened to Haymitch.
“You should meet her,” the older man said, pouring himself a glass of the strong, sweet liquor so readily available in the Capitol. “Any kind of alliance you can make will help you. Don’t leave it to Katniss. She isn’t the type to make new friends.”
“If you think it could help us, I’ll go,” Peeta said.
“It can’t hurt,” Haymitch assured him then turned his back on Peeta, all attention absorbed by his drink.
It wasn’t quite midnight but Peeta made his way to the roof. In the garden that grew there he sat alone, trying to plan for what might happen in the arena the next day while simultaneously trying not to think of it.
He was wondering what would be worse, dying himself or watching Katniss die, when Johanna slunk through the door.
“Well, you showed,” she said. “I half expected you wouldn’t.”
She was barefoot, carrying a backpack with her and wearing a pink tunic of a nightgown that came mid-way down her thighs. Her fine brown hair was pulled back loosely by a clip on either side. Peeta thought she looked very young and very pretty, innocent even. Still he knew better than to take Johanna Mason at face value. She obviously wanted something from him, most likely his allegiance. The question was could he trust her? Katniss certainly didn’t.
“What do you want?” Peeta asked. He might as well cut to the chase. It was late, he was tired and he was probably going to die soon. He saw no reason to be charming.
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you want,” Johanna said with a smirk.
“And what do I want?”
“Me.”
She lifted the nightgown off over her head. Underneath it she was wearing nothing but a pair of red boys briefs.
Peeta gasped for breath. He remembered how she had stripped down in the elevator and then at the training session. He had to admit the sight of her naked body had filled him with desire but he hadn’t imagined anything could come of it. He had assumed Johanna was taking her clothes off for Katniss’ benefit, a ploy to throw her off guard. Apparently he had been mistaken.
“Johanna,” he stammered, “I’m with Katniss. You must know that after the interview…”
“Yes, yes,” Johanna said mockingly. “I know. You were married in your hearts and she’s pregnant with your child.” She stepped forward until the tips of her breasts were grazing Peeta’s chest. “It’s all very touching and I don’t believe a word of it.”
“You don’t? I mean…. It’s true…”
“You’re an excellent liar Peeta but you’re what, sixteen or seventeen years old? You’re just a boy, a little boy. You’re not in control of yourself. I saw the way you looked at me when I took off my clothes in that elevator. You looked at me like I was a new world you dreamed of visiting one day. Whatever there might be between you and Miss Everdeen, you’re not fucking her. You’re not fucking anyone.”
She stood on her tiptoes, whispered in his ear.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you Peeta?”
“No.” He backed away from her emphatically, backing himself against a wall. “Katniss and I are having a baby.”
“You can’t fool me with your lies, Peeta.” She laughed, pressing herself against him. “Like I said, you’re not in control.” She slid a hand down his chest, his stomach, to the bulge of his crotch. She cupped his hardening cock in her hand. “I’m making you an offer, Peeta, out of the kindness of my heart as well as my sense of self-preservation. In exchange for your goodwill in the arena, I’ll fuck you blind. I love a sweet virgin ass and I can promise you the ride of your life. If you want it, stay. If you don’t, get out of my sight.”
She ground her pelvis against his, grabbing his ass with both hands, and thrust her tongue in his mouth. They kissed, hard and crude. She dominated, taking his mouth with hers, hands fondling his ass, hips pounding against him.
“I take it that was a yes,” she said when they finally separated.
“Yes,” Peeta gasped.
“You’re going to do as I say.”
“I will.”
“If it gets to be too much for you just say the word.” She leaned close, lips to his ear. “The word is mockingjay.”
Peeta understood. This wasn’t going to be his fantasy of wedding bed love-making with Katniss. This was going to be desperate, loveless, eleventh-hour banging with a bitter and manipulative near stranger and it was going to be on her terms and hers alone.
Peeta understood this. He even wanted it.
He let her rip open his shirt, unzip his pants. He gave himself over to her almost violent caresses. It was only when she jerked his hands behind his back and snapped the cuffs on him that he got nervous.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I don’t want you touching yourself, or me, until I say you can.”
“Take them off, Johanna. This isn’t funny.”
“It isn’t meant to be.” Her brown eyes were flashing fire. She pushed him down to his knees, grabbed him by the sides of his head and rubbed his face between her thighs. She was hot and smelled of sex. He’d never smelled it before but it seemed right.
She pushed him away and reached into her backpack. The same backpack she’d produced the handcuffs from. This time she pulled out what looked like a wooden phallus attached to a harness of leather straps.
“What is that?” He asked. Johanna ignored him and stepping into the straps she situated the phallus low on her pelvis, tightening the straps with a sure hand. The phallus bobbed between her legs like Peeta’s own hard-on. She caressed it, drawing close so the thing was in his face.
“Look at the workmanship,” she purred. “The finest cherry wood, oiled and polished till it’s like silk, amazing craftsmanship. Do they have anything like this in District 12?”
“Not that I’ve ever seen. What are you going to do with it?”
“For starters, you’re going to lick it.” He did as she said and as he licked, her bare foot stroked his cock. “That’s right baker boy,” she hissed. “Feel how smooth that is. Lick it, yes. Suck it. That’s right.” Her big toe teased the head of his penis until he was straining to reach her even as he continued to suck on the phallus. “You’re hot, baker boy. Are you almost done? Well not till I say so, got it?” She drew her foot away, thrust into his mouth one final time. Grabbing him by the arm she dragged him to his feet then shoved him so he was bent over one of the garden planters. “Now, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“I don’t think I want to do this, Johanna.” Peeta said, suddenly panicky. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” she said yanking his underwear down around his feet. “Just say the word baker boy and walk away.”
“I don’t want this.”
“I’ll bet you don’t want a lot of things.” She slammed a glob of cold, slick gel between the cheeks of his ass. “I’ll bet you don’t want to go into that arena tomorrow and be killed. I’ll bet you don’t want your imaginary baby to grow up without a mommy or a daddy. I’ll bet you’d like to be in District 12 curled up in front of the coal with your precious Katniss, putting real buns in her oven. Well I hate to tell you this, Peeta , but sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do. Life is all about taking it up the ass.”
She pressed the head of her wooden phallus against his sphincter and pushed. He thought it would hurt, he thought it would tear him apart but he was so slick it slipped right in. There was no pain, only a feeling of fullness. Holding his hips, she started to pound, in and out. Something inside him seemed to send shivers down his cock. He was moaning, arching towards her, his body stiffening. He was on the point of climax when she stopped.
“Not yet,” she ordered. “You’re going to save some of that for me.” Deftly she loosed the straps of her harness, let the whole contraption fall to the floor and dropped her red briefs after it. Grabbing him by the cock—the touch of her hand pushing him dangerously close to orgasm—she dragged him down to the rooftop and straddled him, lowering herself onto his erection.
She was wet and ready, as slick as he had been without gel. She raised and lowered herself on him, moving fast enough to drive him crazy but slow enough that he couldn’t get release.
“Please,” he groaned. “Please, Katniss.” She slapped him across the face for that but “Katniss” wasn’t “mockingjay” so she showed him no mercy until finally she was ready to come herself, only then did she escalate her movements, bucking wildly, jerking him to climax.
Standing up she retrieved her nightgown, wiped herself with it. Only then did she unlock the cuffs.
“There,” she said. “You won’t have to die a virgin, Peeta Mellark.”
“Thank you,” he said.
“Remember me fondly in the arena,” she said, and still naked disappeared through the doorway.
Title: Say the Word
Fandom: The Hunger Games
Pairing: Johanna/Peeta
Summary: Before they face each other in the arena Johanna has a few things to teach Peeta.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1698
Rating: NC-17
Contains: Language. Explicit sexual content including D/s and pegging.
Author’s Note: Set during Catching Fire the night before the Games.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same.
After the interviews, an excited crowd gathered around Peeta in the green room offering advice and encouragement for the Games or simply telling him how deeply they were moved by his disclosure of his secret marriage with Katniss. Several of the women were crying over him. Johanna shouldered her way through the mob, placed a hand on either of his shoulders.
“Meet me on the roof at midnight,” she said putting her face close to Peeta’s. “Come alone.” Then she was gone, leaving him to the sobbing women and the bumbling well-wishers.
As soon as they were out of the studio, Peeta reported what had happened to Haymitch.
“You should meet her,” the older man said, pouring himself a glass of the strong, sweet liquor so readily available in the Capitol. “Any kind of alliance you can make will help you. Don’t leave it to Katniss. She isn’t the type to make new friends.”
“If you think it could help us, I’ll go,” Peeta said.
“It can’t hurt,” Haymitch assured him then turned his back on Peeta, all attention absorbed by his drink.
It wasn’t quite midnight but Peeta made his way to the roof. In the garden that grew there he sat alone, trying to plan for what might happen in the arena the next day while simultaneously trying not to think of it.
He was wondering what would be worse, dying himself or watching Katniss die, when Johanna slunk through the door.
“Well, you showed,” she said. “I half expected you wouldn’t.”
She was barefoot, carrying a backpack with her and wearing a pink tunic of a nightgown that came mid-way down her thighs. Her fine brown hair was pulled back loosely by a clip on either side. Peeta thought she looked very young and very pretty, innocent even. Still he knew better than to take Johanna Mason at face value. She obviously wanted something from him, most likely his allegiance. The question was could he trust her? Katniss certainly didn’t.
“What do you want?” Peeta asked. He might as well cut to the chase. It was late, he was tired and he was probably going to die soon. He saw no reason to be charming.
“It’s not what I want, it’s what you want,” Johanna said with a smirk.
“And what do I want?”
“Me.”
She lifted the nightgown off over her head. Underneath it she was wearing nothing but a pair of red boys briefs.
Peeta gasped for breath. He remembered how she had stripped down in the elevator and then at the training session. He had to admit the sight of her naked body had filled him with desire but he hadn’t imagined anything could come of it. He had assumed Johanna was taking her clothes off for Katniss’ benefit, a ploy to throw her off guard. Apparently he had been mistaken.
“Johanna,” he stammered, “I’m with Katniss. You must know that after the interview…”
“Yes, yes,” Johanna said mockingly. “I know. You were married in your hearts and she’s pregnant with your child.” She stepped forward until the tips of her breasts were grazing Peeta’s chest. “It’s all very touching and I don’t believe a word of it.”
“You don’t? I mean…. It’s true…”
“You’re an excellent liar Peeta but you’re what, sixteen or seventeen years old? You’re just a boy, a little boy. You’re not in control of yourself. I saw the way you looked at me when I took off my clothes in that elevator. You looked at me like I was a new world you dreamed of visiting one day. Whatever there might be between you and Miss Everdeen, you’re not fucking her. You’re not fucking anyone.”
She stood on her tiptoes, whispered in his ear.
“You’re a virgin, aren’t you Peeta?”
“No.” He backed away from her emphatically, backing himself against a wall. “Katniss and I are having a baby.”
“You can’t fool me with your lies, Peeta.” She laughed, pressing herself against him. “Like I said, you’re not in control.” She slid a hand down his chest, his stomach, to the bulge of his crotch. She cupped his hardening cock in her hand. “I’m making you an offer, Peeta, out of the kindness of my heart as well as my sense of self-preservation. In exchange for your goodwill in the arena, I’ll fuck you blind. I love a sweet virgin ass and I can promise you the ride of your life. If you want it, stay. If you don’t, get out of my sight.”
She ground her pelvis against his, grabbing his ass with both hands, and thrust her tongue in his mouth. They kissed, hard and crude. She dominated, taking his mouth with hers, hands fondling his ass, hips pounding against him.
“I take it that was a yes,” she said when they finally separated.
“Yes,” Peeta gasped.
“You’re going to do as I say.”
“I will.”
“If it gets to be too much for you just say the word.” She leaned close, lips to his ear. “The word is mockingjay.”
Peeta understood. This wasn’t going to be his fantasy of wedding bed love-making with Katniss. This was going to be desperate, loveless, eleventh-hour banging with a bitter and manipulative near stranger and it was going to be on her terms and hers alone.
Peeta understood this. He even wanted it.
He let her rip open his shirt, unzip his pants. He gave himself over to her almost violent caresses. It was only when she jerked his hands behind his back and snapped the cuffs on him that he got nervous.
“What are you doing?” He asked.
“I don’t want you touching yourself, or me, until I say you can.”
“Take them off, Johanna. This isn’t funny.”
“It isn’t meant to be.” Her brown eyes were flashing fire. She pushed him down to his knees, grabbed him by the sides of his head and rubbed his face between her thighs. She was hot and smelled of sex. He’d never smelled it before but it seemed right.
She pushed him away and reached into her backpack. The same backpack she’d produced the handcuffs from. This time she pulled out what looked like a wooden phallus attached to a harness of leather straps.
“What is that?” He asked. Johanna ignored him and stepping into the straps she situated the phallus low on her pelvis, tightening the straps with a sure hand. The phallus bobbed between her legs like Peeta’s own hard-on. She caressed it, drawing close so the thing was in his face.
“Look at the workmanship,” she purred. “The finest cherry wood, oiled and polished till it’s like silk, amazing craftsmanship. Do they have anything like this in District 12?”
“Not that I’ve ever seen. What are you going to do with it?”
“For starters, you’re going to lick it.” He did as she said and as he licked, her bare foot stroked his cock. “That’s right baker boy,” she hissed. “Feel how smooth that is. Lick it, yes. Suck it. That’s right.” Her big toe teased the head of his penis until he was straining to reach her even as he continued to suck on the phallus. “You’re hot, baker boy. Are you almost done? Well not till I say so, got it?” She drew her foot away, thrust into his mouth one final time. Grabbing him by the arm she dragged him to his feet then shoved him so he was bent over one of the garden planters. “Now, I’m going to fuck your brains out.”
“I don’t think I want to do this, Johanna.” Peeta said, suddenly panicky. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“You don’t have to do anything,” she said yanking his underwear down around his feet. “Just say the word baker boy and walk away.”
“I don’t want this.”
“I’ll bet you don’t want a lot of things.” She slammed a glob of cold, slick gel between the cheeks of his ass. “I’ll bet you don’t want to go into that arena tomorrow and be killed. I’ll bet you don’t want your imaginary baby to grow up without a mommy or a daddy. I’ll bet you’d like to be in District 12 curled up in front of the coal with your precious Katniss, putting real buns in her oven. Well I hate to tell you this, Peeta , but sometimes we have to do things we don’t want to do. Life is all about taking it up the ass.”
She pressed the head of her wooden phallus against his sphincter and pushed. He thought it would hurt, he thought it would tear him apart but he was so slick it slipped right in. There was no pain, only a feeling of fullness. Holding his hips, she started to pound, in and out. Something inside him seemed to send shivers down his cock. He was moaning, arching towards her, his body stiffening. He was on the point of climax when she stopped.
“Not yet,” she ordered. “You’re going to save some of that for me.” Deftly she loosed the straps of her harness, let the whole contraption fall to the floor and dropped her red briefs after it. Grabbing him by the cock—the touch of her hand pushing him dangerously close to orgasm—she dragged him down to the rooftop and straddled him, lowering herself onto his erection.
She was wet and ready, as slick as he had been without gel. She raised and lowered herself on him, moving fast enough to drive him crazy but slow enough that he couldn’t get release.
“Please,” he groaned. “Please, Katniss.” She slapped him across the face for that but “Katniss” wasn’t “mockingjay” so she showed him no mercy until finally she was ready to come herself, only then did she escalate her movements, bucking wildly, jerking him to climax.
Standing up she retrieved her nightgown, wiped herself with it. Only then did she unlock the cuffs.
“There,” she said. “You won’t have to die a virgin, Peeta Mellark.”
“Thank you,” he said.
“Remember me fondly in the arena,” she said, and still naked disappeared through the doorway.