Bruised Knees
Finan X f reader
Request - Hi!I love you writing, could you do another dom and sub dynamic for finan?
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, slight praise kink, a sentence of female oral, penetrative sex, swearing
tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr @solinarimoon @mariaenchanted @geekandbooknerd
wc:1002
Finan had often bruised his knuckles for you.
He was your defender, your protector, your sparring partner.
So, when he told you to get on your knees for him you did so without question, the heat between your legs already beginning to pool.
It was late, candles flickering as he walked towards you. Each step was filled with purpose, the sure set of his shoulders and the dark look in his eye leaving no room for argument.
‘My lord – ‘
‘Say my name.’
‘Finan…’
‘Good girl. Now tell me what you want.’ You preened at his praise, pulling him closer with demanding hands. He allowed it, the warmth radiating off his body making it hard to breath, but he knew the affect he had on you. He took your chin between his forefinger and thumb, coxing you to look at his rather than let your eyes roam the clothed expanse of his body.
You wanted him. You needed him. Words could never justify that, never express just how badly you wanted to feel him ruin you. Without thinking you leant forward, his lips so close you could feel his breath fanning your face.
As if God himself had decide to punish you, Finans grip on your chin tightened forcing you to halt.
‘You know I like to hear you little one, don’t make me ask a third time. What do you want?’
‘You.’ It was all he needed to hear. His hand came to grip your hair, tugging your lips to his. The burn made you groan, his touch setting you alight. You let your hands trail up his arms, feeling the muscles flex as he pulled you closer to him, his other hand pressing into your lower back. You bit his lip, swiping your tongue to ease the sting as Finan moaned.
Without warning Finan pulled back completely. You whined at the loss and for a moment he took pity on you. He brought his lips to the shell of your ear, nipping at the flesh as he whispered how needy you were for him. His voice, hoarse with want sent shivers down your spine.
‘Get on the floor, on your knees.’
You did so without hesitation, arching your back and presenting your dripping core to him through the thin veil of your night dress. You heard him mutter a curse, then the hasty removal of his armour. With each step he took you felt yourself squirm, the cold air blowing against your cunt only highlighting its emptiness.
You could hear him breathing behind you, no doubt taking in the curve of your body, the tremble of your legs.
‘Look at you, I haven’t even touched you yet.’ You hated the amusement in his voice, hated the way his words make you ache for him even more. You were on the cusp of begging when his open palm met your ass. He kneaded the flesh before repeating the action, only satisfied once you cried out and his handprint had branded itself onto your skin.
He soothed the sting with a kiss, lifting your nightdress until it pooled around your waist. He kissed his way from your arse to the inside of your thighs, his beard scratching your softness as he lost himself in the movement.
‘You look so good my love… I bet you taste even better.’ With a broad stoke of his tongue Finan tasted you, circling your clit before pulling away once more.
‘Finan, please.’ He hummed in response, you turned to look at him over your shoulder. The way he looked at you was sin. Want, lust, desire, call it want you will, you thought, if this man was the devil, then you were ready to renounce.
With a final lick of his lips Finan seemed to decide. He crawled his way up behind your body, caging you with his arms and his cock pressed against your folds. He brought his lips to yours slowly, making sure you tasted yourself on his tongue.
You were almost dizzy when he finally pushed into you, stretching you so perfectly that you had no doubt he was made for you, for this. To fill you up and make you curse.
His breath was hot in your ear, pants and groans falling from his lips as he dragged himself in and out of you.
‘You feel so good. Fuck, so good.’
‘Finan I- ‘Finan knew your body, knew the way you clung to him, the pulsing of your walls and he knew what the breathless whimpers that made his cock throb. He knew what it all meant. And he would never deny himself the pleasure of feeling you cum around him. Balancing himself on the arm you clung to, he used the other to snake his way down your body until he reached you clit. With the rough pads of his fingers, he rubbed it in circles, picking up his pace only slightly until he felt the white hotness of your orgasm crash over you. You came with a call of his name.
‘That’s it, cum for me Y/n… Fuck, fuck…’ He rode you through your high, chasing his own until he coated your walls with his seed.
You kissed the parts of him you could reach, sighing contently as you turned and connected your lips softly. He pulled out with a hiss, and you immediately missed the feeling, rolling onto your back and opening your arms to him.
‘In a moment my love.’ The bliss that he had caused made it hard to argue, instead you tried to make yourself as comfortable as possible in his absence. Your eyes closed as he moved about the room, only opening when he placed the damp washcloth between your legs, cleaning you before tossing it away. He crawled up your body once more, slowly and without rush this time. He paused at the bend of your knee, lightly brushing off some dust and kissing the already forming bruise before coming to rest beside you.












