Finnick Odair Smut Novels & Stories

Tears of frustration and overwhelming pleasure pricked his eyes. By the time dessert arrived, Finn was a wreck: flushed, sweating, biting his lip bloody to stay quiet. Magnus finally curled his fingers perfectly against Finn’s prostate and turned the vibrator to its highest setting. “Cum for me,” he ordered quietly. “Right here. Under the table. Like the secret whore you are.”

My face turns bright red with shame and overwhelming arousal, I can’t speak. Dean’s hands roam down my body, sliding between my legs, two thick fingers glide over my swollen clit and push deep inside my soaked pussy. “So fucking wet already,” he groans, pumping his fingers slowly. “Your diary made me so hard every night, now I finally get to have what I’ve been craving.”

Finn Her velvet skin under my fingers felt like heaven as she sat in my lap, straddling me in the tall grass. She trembled under my touch and her soft moans drove me wild. I’d been craving her since I’d had my last taste and I was finally going to be satiated. Her hunger seemed to be as strong as mine. She rolled her hips against me, building friction between us. I growled and claimed her lips ravenously. Her rose and vanilla scent swirled around us, and I could smell the sweetness of her arousal. She pulled my shirt over my head and her delicate hands explored my torso. The desire to claim her was deep and primal and I couldn’t help myself. I tore the back of her dress open and pulled it do

Am I that good? ‘You're a virgin, idiot!’ "Wow, who would have thought Satan's Bride had it in her? Now, I don't mind getting a turn," one of the players said, running his tongue over his lips. I rolled my eyes, and I heard Star scoff. "I seriously didn't expect her to be that much of a slut, though, she surprises me," another added. Odette is not a slut! Okay, she kind of is, but they have no right to call her that!

One month after Sophie’s wedding, Ava Harper’s apartment looked like a shared crime scene. Finn’s sneakers (nine pairs, she’d counted) were scattered like the house was a nursery house. His hoodie hung permanently on the couch. His “World’s Okayest Actor” mug sat on the counter, half-full of cold coffee he swore he’d finish “later” (he never did). The spice rack, once an alphabetized perfection, was now in “Finn’s flavor order”: hot sauce first, cinnamon last.

“That is not an answer.” Finn tries to breathe through his mouth, but even that makes the world tilt. The bathroom smells wrong. Too sharp. Soap, damp towels, old bleach under the sink, Owen’s cheap shampoo, the metal tang from the faucet, even dust in the corners. Every scent arrives separately, painfully clear, as if someone has stripped the air open and forced him to taste each piece of it. He gags again. This time, his body gives him nothing except humiliation. Owen steps closer despite the warning. “This has been happening since the suppressants.”

When he pulled out, a heavy creampie immediately leaked from her and dripped onto the foyer floor in thick white streaks. Damien turned her around, pushed her to her knees again, and stroked his still-hard cock over her chest. A few more tugs and he came across her full breasts in long, hot ropes, painting her nipples and the soft valley between them. Anita looked down at the mess, breathing hard. He smeared the cum into her skin with two fingers, then slipped those fingers into her mouth. “Good girl.” They moved to the stairs.

The world was thick with it, everything speaking at once if you knew how to sort it. And then there was Finn’s cologne. I caught it again the moment the air shifted wrong, that bright synthetic stink he sometimes wore as if he thought drowning himself in bottled arrogance made him more attractive rather than merely more obvious. It sat over everything else like a lie. Wrong for the setting. Wrong for the dark. Wrong for a hunt. It irritated me so immediately I almost laughed, because of course Finn would come tracking Red Maw smelling like a nightclub with delusions of grandeur.

Delilah kneeled before him, taking his throbbing length in and out of her mouth and he had a hand in the curls of her dark hair. "Make her moan, Ben. And do it right, she got the sweetest moans you'll ever hear," Finn thew in. Something bursted inside of me. Maybe, Finn was drunk. But when this was all over, would Finn remember that he had conceded to this? My eyes blurred as I gave up fighting. Finn wasn't inlove with me after all, he had only string me along all this while. Tell me why he would be so turned on watching his bestfriend fuck me in his presence.

Spread her legs. And licked the cum as it leaked out. “Mmm… tastes like both of you.” Susan was wrecked. Destroyed. Satisfied. And wanting more