Random Wonderings of a Curious Girl (book_junkie007) wrote,
Random Wonderings of a Curious Girl

Fic: Katniss and Peeta's Adventure with Handcuffs - The Hunger Games - M

Title: Katniss and Peeta's Adventure with Handcuffs
Author: Book_Junkie007
Pairing: Katniss/Peeta
Rating: M
Wordcount: 2416 words
Warnings: Experimental light bondage.
Notes: Written for Falafel who asked for Peeta and Katniss using handcuffs on Peeta for the first time. Thanks to BaronessKika for being my partner in crime for this one. Set during the main fic of this verse.

Summary: Katniss and Peeta try out handcuffs for the first time.

Peeta lies down on the bed behind me. We are at his apartment because we wanted some privacy. Not that I don’t love Prim, but being around her all the time is a bit much to take some days. I feel myself relaxing even more at his calming presence.

“I got something the other day,” he says, “for us to use in the bedroom, but we won’t use them unless you’re comfortable with it.”

“What is it?” I ask warily. Peeta’s and my sex life has always been fantastic, even back when we were each other’s firsts and still trying to figure out what went where when we had sex. We’ve had so many adventures and learning experiences together, which I probably wouldn’t have went through with if I had been with someone else. Peeta is the only one I trust enough to do the things we’ve done; I wouldn’t have agreed if it had been anyone else. I am slightly worried that he was becoming bored with our sex life, bored with me; although he wouldn’t have asked me what he did if he wanted to leave, right?

Peeta pulls me out of my musings when he reaches over me to open his nightstand drawer and pulls out a package. He places it in front of me on the bed. I pick it up and turn it over in my hands.

“Handcuffs? Really?” I roll over to look at him. “Why would you buy these? And how did you brave the embarrassment of going into the sex shop?”

“I didn’t buy them,” Peeta blushes. “Rye gave them to me. Apparently, they’re his and Delly’s favourites when they’re on again. He thought we should have more spice in our sex life.”

“And how would he know that?” I glare at him. “Have you been talking to him about us?” My voice raises slightly at the end of my sentence.

“Relax, I haven’t told Rye anything about us,” Peeta tries to pull me into his arms but I resist. “This is just him being an asshole, like usual.”

I finally let him pull me into his arms, feeling instantly safe.

“Okay,” I say into his chest. “But it doesn’t exactly explain why you’re interested in using them all of a sudden.”

“I thought we could try something new,” he reiterates. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to, though.”

I think over his offer. I don’t feel exactly comfortable with what Peeta is trying to say, but I also would not be willing to try this with anyone else. And besides, if you’re going to try something new, might as well try it with someone you love and trust, right?

“Okay,” I finally agree. “We can try them. What do we need to do?”

“I was doing some research, and I found out that generally using a safeword is encouraged when you’re trying new sex things which aren’t your usual norm,” Peeta says. “They’re usually a word which often wouldn’t come up in sex, but is sort of a signal for the other person to stop what they’re doing because their partner is feeling uncomfortable.”

“Okay,” I say slowly. “That sounds reasonable. What were you thinking that the safe word should be?”

“I was thinking dandelion,” he replies. “And I know you’re not completely comfortable with what I’m suggesting, so I’m willing to be the one who tries the handcuffs first, alright?”

“Okay,” I say, kissing his lips, and being secretly grateful that he’s the one who’s willing to blaze this new trail, with me following his path. “This is a bit weird with the pre-planning, though. Usually we just let things...happen.”

Peeta kisses me slowly before removing his lips from mine. “I know, so maybe we could start with some kissing, just to warm us up?”

I agree and bring my lips to his again. We start out slowly, knowing that we have all the time in the world, just kissing and tracing each other’s lips with our tongues. His tongue teases my lips, asking for entrance, and I open my mouth allowing him in. We keep exploring each other’s mouths while our hands wander.

I push his shirt up, tracing his abs with my fingers before I move my hands further up his chest and brush over his nipples, before I bring my hands around to his back, pulling him closer to me, and rubbing my hands over his firm back muscles.

As we kiss, a feeling of security washes over me. This is Peeta, who I’ve been with since I was sixteen. He won’t hurt me, I’m completely sure of it, which allows me to fall deeper into the kisses and relax about what’s going to happen. Because as long as Peeta and I make the first step together, I won’t have any regrets.

His hands wander underneath my shirt and trace slowly up my sides, brushing against the sides of my bra when he reaches just under my arms. Peeta brings his hands around to my front, squeezing my breasts gently and I gasp into his mouth. He brings his hands back around to my back and unhooks my bra so he has easier access to my breasts under my bra. He gently pinches and rolls my nipples as I start to push his shirt up and over his head, our lips breaking apart just long enough for his shirt to be pushed over his head and thrown to the floor. His hands are tracing patterns up my back as he pushes my shirt up.

I lay on my back after he pulls my shirt off and allow him to pull my bra down my arms. He settles himself over top of me, pressing kisses down my neck before biting me lightly in the crook of my shoulder and neck. I reach down between us and start to fumble with the button and zipper on his pants, slowly pushing them down his legs as far as I can. He kicks them off before he starts to work on my own pants.

Once my pants are on the floor, he pushes me gently back and spreads my legs apart. I smile at him and spread my legs wider, silently offering him myself.

A smile lights up his face before he descends upon my slit, licking slowly up it until he reaches my clit, which he sucks lightly before returning his attention to my slit. He pushes his tongue between my folds and I arch my back off the bed.


I feel his smile against my folds before he dives in more earnestly. He licks and sucks in all the ways I like while my hands find their way to my breasts, squeezing and pinching as he does his work down below. All too soon, it feels like, my eyes are shutting tightly as my back arches off the bed and a scream which resembles Peeta’s name bursts from my lips.

When I finally look down my body, I see Peeta looking up at me with a satisfied smile on his face, my juices dripping down his chin still.

“Come here,” I say, beckoning him up towards me.

He crawls up the bed and settles down beside me. I wipe my juices off his face and lick my hand clean.

“God, you’re gorgeous when you come,” he says. “Are you ready for the cuffs?”

I nod, “I think so.”

Peeta reaches over my still boneless feeling body and grabs the handcuffs package. He practically tears it open before he hands the cuffs to me. I turn the Velcro cuffs over in my hands before turning my head to look at him.

“Ready?” I ask him.

He nods. “Yeah.”

“Remember, dandelion.”

He rolls onto his back before I straddle his chest, making him stretch his arms out above his head. I place a cuff around each wrist before clipping them together behind one of the rungs on his headboard.

I slowly slide my body down his before capturing his lips in a kiss and then kissing the side of his neck where my name is tattooed.

“I love you,” I say as I continue to slide lower down his body, my wetness leaving a trail down his chest.

“Love you too,” he says with a smile. “And I can’t wait until I’m able to lick that trail off my chest.”

Impulsively I slowly wipe my hand up his chest, gather as much of my wetness from his chest as I can, and lean forward so he can lick my hand.

His eyes darken and his pupils blow as he slowly licks and sucks each of my fingers before licking the palm of my hand.

“Delicious,” he mumbles.

I lean forward and kiss Peeta slowly before continuing my trek down his body. I let the tip of his penis slide against my slit, allowing more wetness to pool between my own legs, before I finally settle myself between his thighs, my face level with his cock.

I nudge his thighs further apart and then kiss the skin beside his balls before taking his tip into my mouth and kissing it lightly. I give it a little suck before moving my head further down his shaft, enveloping him more in my mouth. I suck at Peeta’s cock more before moving my mouth back up him and letting him out of my mouth in order to blow lightly on his throbbing head. I hear his head thump back on the pillows and resume my ministrations on his quivering member, changing between licking and sucking his head and further down.

I keep on licking and sucking until I feel him shatter beneath me, his back arching up to meet my mouth. I swallow everything that he gives me then wait until he comes back to himself, stroking the inside of his thighs lightly.

“Are you alright?” I ask softly.

“Yeah,” he says, sounding dazed. “Have I ever told you how amazing you are?”

I chuckle. “Once or twice.”

I crawl back up the bed and lay beside him, looking into his eyes while he recovers.

Eventually he smirks at me. “Come on, now it’s your turn.”

“What, again?” I ask.

He nods. “I really want to do this.”

“Right now?” My eyes widen. “Do you want out of the cuffs?”

“I’d prefer to stay in them. Now get over here.”

I start to panic slightly. “I can’t sit on your face while you’re in handcuffs. What if I smother you?”

“Well, then it would be a hell of a way to go. I’ll bang on the bars twice if I need you to get off of me, okay?”

“Okay,” I say, feeling slightly reassured.

I sit up and swing my leg over Peeta so I can straddle his face, my knees on either side of his face. I try and put as much of my weight as I can on my knees so I don’t squish him, but that line of thinking quickly dies as soon as he runs his tongue up my slit. Not long after, I’m bearing down on his face, grinding my sex against his mouth as he licks and sucks every part of me that he can reach. After a particularly hard suck on my clit, I grab the bars on the headboard and cry out his name as my orgasm washes over me.

When I regain my senses, I clumsily crawl off his face and slide down beside him. I look at him, with his face covered in my juices even as he tries to lick it away, closing his eyes to savour the taste.

“You missed some,” I whisper and wipe his face with my hand so he can taste me again.

He licks my fingers again and looks at me with dark blue eyes filled with lust and want.

“Thanks,” he rumbles.

We lay there for a bit, my hand lazily drawing patterns on his chest and tracing my name on his neck before he speaks.

“Ready to go one more time?”

I nod, and crawl down his body so that I can straddle his hips. I rub his tip slightly against my entrance before I slowly sink down on him while he fills me up inch by inch and stretches me until I feel full with him. I rock slowly forward and feel Peeta hit a sensitive spot. I continue to rock against him before I lift myself up and slide myself down on his shaft. I find a rhythm and continue to work my way up and down him, my hands finding a place on his chest to hold myself steady. I lose myself in the sensation of Peeta sliding in and out of me and when I look down on him, his eyes are shut tight and his head is thrown back against his pillow. I lean forward and find his pulse point, sucking lightly on it.

“Don’t,” he pants. “I’ll lose it if you continue that. I want to come together.”

“Okay,” I say breathily.

I continue my rhythm until I find myself just at the cusp of my orgasm, when I reach down and finger my clit to push myself over. As I feel the first waves of pleasure wash over me, I feel Peeta’s orgasm take hold as he empties himself inside of me.

I fall forward on Peeta’s chest, panting heavily, and lie there while I regain my senses, Peeta’s heart beating wildly against my chest.

“That was...”

I nod my agreement against his chest.

After a few more minutes Peeta butts my head with his chin.

“Can you let me out of these cuffs? I want to be able to hold you properly.”

I slowly lever myself up off of his body and slide him out of me before reaching up to undo the Velcro which binds him. He rubs his wrists before pulling me down against him, rolling us so I’m tucked tightly into his side, nestled snugly against his chest.

“I don’t think I could move any more even if I wanted to,” he murmurs into my hair before kissing the back of my head.

“Mmhmm,” I say sleepily, enjoying the warmth of his arms wrapped around me.

“Wanna do that again sometime?”

“Sure,” I mumble, already drifting off to sleep.

“Okay. Love you.”

I can barely get out an I love you too before sleep overtakes me.

Tags: character: katniss, character: peeta, content: fic, genre: het, rating: m, the hunger games
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