hey,I saw your post about finney blake request and since I really like your post I was wondering what do you think about an one shot about finney blake and reader who is the complete opposite of him as in very nice with everyone,likes to talk and very open with people. It can be just fluff or fluff with smut,I let you decide that part 🤭
warnings: blowjob,no actual pinv,petnames
You're not like Finney Blake in the slightest. You're sweet,genuine,and lovely. You give everyone a second chance — or three,maybe even four — even when they don't deserve it, you're always there for others,and you're known for your kindness.
No one would expect a girl like you to fall in love with a guy like Finney Blake,all roughness,fights,and calloused hands.
But you did. Maybe it was the intoxicating cigarette smell,mixed with something else that made you light-headed whenever he was around,maybe it was the way he seemed to be sweeter with you.
At first you tried to deny it,you could never like someone as troubled as Finn Blake. But then,as you'd touch yourself in bed before falling asleep,his image would pop on your mind before you could even help it!
You'd pictured his fingers instead of yours,exploring you.
And that's when you realized you were down bad. And for Finney Shaw Blake out of all people?!Ugh! Terrible idea. A boy like that could only mean one thing:trouble.
So why did it not feel like trouble,at all, when you were around him?
—Hey,what are you doing?—Finney asks,interrupting your line of thought as you see him entering your kitchen, where you were sitting by the table eating cereal.
—How are you here?—you ask,ignoring his question.
He just smirks and grabs a chair,sitting infront of you.
—It's saturday. I'm bored. And you forgot your keys in my house.
He tosses the keys at you and you chuckle,surprised,grabbing them.
As you finish eating your ceral,Finney lights up a cigarette,knowing that you don't mind the smoke around your house,your parents weren't home anyway,so they wouldn't have to find out that 1)Finney Blake was in your house, 2)He was smoking on the kitchen.
—Don't make it a habbit to sneak into my house when my parents aren't home.—You say,standing up and walking towards him,sitting on his lap.
—Don't make it a habbit of sitting on my lap or we'll have to take care of this.—He smirks, putting his cigarette out.
—Take care of what?—You ask,confused,as he smiles at the question.
—This.—He buckles his hips against yours .
—Oh...then maybe we should take care of it.—You smirk,leaning down to press youe lips against his .
Finney's tongue slides against yours with familiarity,making you feel at home. God,Finney Blake was so fucking hot, under you.
You help him get rid of his long sleeve shirt,throwing it somewhere.
—Maybe we should take this to your room? The kitchen isn't the most comfortable place to do this,is it?—He teases and you chuckle,nodding in agreement.
Once you're in your room,his hands are all over you,pulling your dress out of your body,kissing your cheek in a contrast that makes you feel dizzy.
His mouth finds yours and you're kissing again,before you even know ot he's laying you on your own bed,hoovering over you.
—No,Finn- I wanna be on top.—You mumble against his lips and you can feel his smirk against yours.
—Fuck,yeah...be on top then.—He groans,pulling you on top of him,his hands unhooking your bra.
As soon as your bra is out of your body,his lips are all over your chest,kissing and sucking the places where you're the most sensitive.
His fingers unbutton his own jeans and you help him get rid of them.
—Fuck,you look so pretty on top of me,you know that?
—I think you've mentioned before.—You smirk,teasing.
In about 30 seconds,both of you are naked,kissing like you can't get enough of eachother.
His hands are all over your ass,gripping it,caressing it,kneading it.
—Finn...—You moan,but slowly get off his lap.
—Hey- what are you doing,baby? Come back he...—He pleads,but his words die in his throat when he sees you kneeling in front of him.
—Oh, you're right that's better.
You chuckle ,and wrap your hand around his cock,after you finally let him free from all his clothes.
—Oh,fuck yeah.—He groans,wich just makes you stroke him faster.
—You look like an angel,always so- so fucking sweet to other people...but here you are.—He groans as you finally take him into your mouth.
—Not so angel-like when you let me fuck your mouth,huh?—His words are degrading,but the way he cups your cheek and then soothes your hair is anything but.
—What can I say? You corrupted me.—you joke,pulling back to catch your breath,before you lean in again and take him even further into your throat.
—Fuck,angel!—He groans once again,and starts thrusting into your mouth.— So fucking sweet.
