cw: dacryphilia, teasing, hints at a sub reader, praise, angel used as a pet name. lmk if i missed anything.
to sit in suna’s lap while he fingers you in front of a mirror is the only thing on my mind rn..one of his hands is holding your chin and forcing you to pay attention to exactly what he’s doing, watching his fingers dip in and out of you all while he’s alternating between kissing and sucking your neck or cooing in your ear, encouraging praises and little teases that bring you closer and closer to the edge every time. “look at how good you’re wetting up my fingers angel, doing so good at paying attention don’t ya think?” you can hear the grin in his voice as he speeds up, causing you to close your eyes at immense pleasure you were beginning to feel. “ah, ah, ah. open your eyes or else you won’t get to come.”
now which of your anime boyfriends are just so good at fucking you that they have you speaking incoherent sentences. nothing but babbles of random words falling out your mouth because he’s making you feel that good. all the while they’re laughing and mocking at how ridiculous you sound under him, tapping your face lightly, making you speak correctly to let him know how good he’s doing.
Finnick Odair x Fem!Reader. Dom/sub, praise kink, pretty soft dom, oral sex (female recieving), hint at penetrative sex, teasing/light degradation (no use of ‘slut’ or ‘whore’)
a/n: ok so this is literally pure smut. ig it could be in the bunker during like mockingjay pt 1 or after all of the events of the series and finnick lives idk nothing is specified whatsoever, it’s just sex. I just wanted a lil introduction to writing finnick for my first time. Plus it’s been too long since i wrote some good ol’ pussy eating
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“Finn” the word comes out a ragged breath, a mere gasp as you arch desperately against the mattress, watching the man strip where he stands at the foot of the bed, joining you in nudity.
“Easy, pretty girl” Finnick responds, and while his voice is always smooth and low there’s a sultriness now that you know no one but you has been lucky enough to hear.
“I need you to touch me” you breathe out as you writhe, your hands splaying over your skin and running up your sides, your legs shifting against the mattress in eager anticipation.
“I know, and I will. You just need to give me a second, yeah?” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice as he finally drops his briefs and reveals his half-hard cock, along with a cocky upturn to his grin that flashes his canines.
Just when you’re about to speak again he makes his way over to the bed, placing his hands on your legs and rubbing them sensually- which is fortunate, because if more pleas had left your mouth you’d have surely been mocked by the man for it.
Goosebumps form in the wake of his calloused touch, and his hands apply a gentle pressure that coaxes your legs open and reveals your wet folds to his intent gaze.
“Look at that. You’re so desperate for me, aren’t you?” He murmurs, sounding somewhere between taunting and awed. You let out a gasping moan as his hands trail up your thighs, moving nearer and nearer to their apex, and thus nearer to the place you need them most.
“Yes Finnick” your hands run up along your sides to your breasts, where you knead at the flesh idly as you watch your boyfriend’s every move between your legs. “Please- please touch me.”
“I’ll do you one better, sugar” Finnick quite nearly coos, flashing you a cheeky grin. Before you have time to inquire as to what he means he’s leaning down, hands splayed over the expanse of your thighs to hold them apart as he licks a long, slow stripe up your slit.
“Fuck Finn” you moan out at the intoxicating feeling of his soft, wet tongue against your sensitive skin. His lips are pressed against you and you can feel his smile in response to your exclamation before his tongue is out again, this time delving into your folds and sliding over your clit in its long trail upwards. You jolt at the burst of pleasure that shoots through you, though his grip on your thighs firms and holds you in place, keeps you from disrupting his explorations.
His tongue finds your hooded clit, circling the button with its pointed tip, pulling a mantra of gasps and whimpers from your pleasure-slackened lips.
“Right there, that feels so good” you let out, as if the man isn’t fully aware, as if he doesn’t have every point of pleasure on your body committed to memory, as if he doesn’t know exactly what you want before you even know it yourself.
“Yeah? You like that?” He inquires lowly, ignoring all those things just as you had.
“Yes.”
“My pretty darling” he murmurs, breath ghosting over your clit, making you shiver. “Just a few licks and you’re all needy for me.” His hand moves up your thigh and comes to rest on the crest of your mound, thumb moving down to pull back the hood of your clit, exposing your bundle of nerves.
He blows on it first, the cool hair making you gasp and making your hips snap upwards in surprise. He shushes you softly, the hand holding back your hood applying firmer pressure on your pelvis in an attempt to keep you planted on the mattress.
“You’re so responsive baby” he murmurs, grinning up at you in a mixture of pride and arrogance. “My sensitive, pretty girl.”
You’re sure the word “pretty” leaves Finnick’s lips at least a hundred times a day. The man tacks it onto every pet name, indulges you in it as a compliment regularly, never lets you forget that that’s how he sees you. Pretty.
You moan lewdly when his tongue makes contact again, the muscle flat against your button, the wet touch firm but unmoving, allowing you to get used to the attention on your most sensitive spot.
Then his tongue retracts, leaves your clit cold and throbbing for but a moment before it returns; pointed now and drawing quick, concise circles on the bud that have your head tilting backwards into the pillows and your fingers tightening in the soft sheets at your sides.
“Yes Finnick, jesus christ, that feels so good” you hardly recognize your voice as your own, the words coming out high pitched and destitute in your overwhelming pleasure.
Your pleasure only grows as the man’s lips close around your clit and suck, the suction pulling the bud into his mouth where he runs his tongue back and forth over its tip. The intense action has rapture engulfing you, and you cry out in ecstasy as you arch up off the mattress beneath his firm hold and your orgasm barrels towards you faster than you’d thought possible.
“Don’t stop Finn, that feels so good, gonna cum” the words tumble from your lips in a babbled stream as Finnick’s firm suction continues, the sensation churning the pool of arousal in your belly and creating waves that build and build with your impending release.
Finally everything crests; the pleasure peaks and the waves come crashing down with such an intensity that a loud moan is pulled from your lips and Finnick’s hold on you has to firm tenfold to combat your bucking hips.
You’re tense and shaking as Finnick works you through your orgasm, and eventually the white hot pleasure begins to subside and the pulsing aftershocks are all that remain. You whimper and angle your hips away from Finnick’s suckling lips, prompting him to pull off of you, raising his head and making his grin visible to your somewhat fuzzy gaze.
“That feel good, sugar?” He asks, low voice smooth as velvet as his hand rubs gently over the skin of your stomach. You nod blearily, a contented smile forming on your lips as you blink down at your boyfriend.
“So good. You always make me feel so good.”
Finnick wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before he moves up the bed, hands braced on either side of your head for support as he looks down at you. Your hands come up to idly trail over the tanned skin of his sides, feeling the firm, lean muscles there.
“I’m so glad, darling.” He murmurs before leaning down and connecting his lips to yours. The mingled flavors of your cunt and his saliva dance on your tastebuds and make you sigh into his mouth at their comforting familiarity. One of his hands cups your face, the kiss lasting a moment longer before he pulls away, still gazing down at you with that charming grin.
“Now, what do you say I make you feel even better?”
here’s a list of the fandoms + characters write for. characters marked with * are the ones i enjoy writing/inclined to write for the most, suggestions for them are encouraged, but i can still write for anyone else on this list nonetheless.
dom/sub themes, femdom, pegging, dumbification, light pet play, cum play, breeding, spit, light degradation, praise, filming, corruption, squirting, gangbangs,, bimbofication, and character x reader.
smut for canon minors, diaper fetishes, incest, snuff, pedophilia, noncon, ddlg, mental illness, raceplay/ageplay, loli/shota, and character x character.
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