warnings: dubcon, unprotected sex, fuck or die, semi-public sex, slight dirty talk, reader gets sad at the end, multiple orgasms
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You didn't think you'd ever run so fast and wildly in your life. Well, except for last year when you were fighting for your life and running away from everything that was trying to kill you.
Peeta was a few steps behind you, slower and stumbling a bit due to his prosthetic leg. You threw a glance over your shoulder every few seconds, just to make sure he was still there with you.
The various leaves and foliage of the jungle hit you as you ran. You hardly even notice as the foliage shifts from a normal lush green to unnatural shades of pinks, purples, and blues. You did notice, however, when one of the plants shoots a dusty substance directly in your face as you run past it.
You lost your footing as you attempted to wipe the dust off your face. Peeta came up beside you, arms outstretched and ready to pick you up.
"Don't!" you shouted as you slowly stood, slightly relieved that your face didn't immediately burn off. "I don't want it to affect you, whatever it is."
Your ears strained as you tried to discern if the mutts were still on your tail.
"Do you hear them?" Peeta questioned, echoing your thoughts. "Y'know since you have a Capitol-engineered ear and all."
You huffed out a laugh as you listened. You couldn't hear the familiar rustle of leaves, and you relaxed slightly. You knew never to get too comfortable in the arena, but your lungs were burning and you needed to get this stuff off your face.
"Do you still have the spile?" you asked, attempting to avoid the way your body felt like it was on fire and your heart was pounding in your chest.
"Yeah," he breathed, as he began to hammer it into the trunk of a nearby tree. You prayed that the trees wouldn't be as hazardous as whatever was covering your face. You watched as he stuck a finger under the liquid flowing out of the spile, checking to make sure it was safe.
He wrapped his hand around your elbow and it felt like fire bloomed under his touch. He was gentle as always as he guided your face under the water. You dragged your hands over your face as you washed off the dusty substance that had covered it. You attempted to rid yourself of the inferno burning under your skin.
Your cheeks flushed as you pulled away from the stream of water. Peeta's touch was fleeting but your entire body ached for him. It was a strange feeling, unlike anything you'd ever felt before.
Your heartbeat pounded in your chest with every shaky breath you took. You hunched over, attempting to calm yourself. A thin sheen of sweat begins to cover your skin, and your eyebrows furrowed in something akin to pain.
You heard Peeta call your name, but the only thing you could get out was a whimper. He was on you within seconds, gripping your shoulders and shaking you slightly. You scrambled out of his touch, thinking clearly enough to know that you needed to get away from him.
"What's wrong?" he questioned, voice desperate and eyes frantically searching over your form. You hurriedly crawled away from him.
You shook your head, as you pressed your back against a tree. "I— I don't know. I feel hot," you breathed, conflicted between clenching your thighs together and spreading them for him.
Peeta kneeled in front of you, eyes soft, "How can I help?"
You remembered before you'd entered your first Games together how he didn't want the Game to change him. You were thankful that he was still the same sweet boy you entered the arena with. He was different in some ways, of course. No one left the arena unscathed, but who he was at his core was unwavering.
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Kinktober 2023
Fanfiction*slaps the hood of the fic* this bad boy can fit so many kinks in it day 1 ⇒ pegging, nathan drake day 2 ⇒ choking, steven grant day 3 ⇒ quickie, harry potter day 4 ⇒ cock warming, charlie swan day 5 ⇒ nipple play, anthony bridgerton day 6 ⇒ dry hum...