Finnick Odair Smut Novels & Stories

That. Finn’s eyes are locked on Erin’s as she slowly undoes each button one by one until the fabric falls away, revealing his perfectly smooth chest. Finn was always the better of the two of us when it came to keeping up appearances. Scar cream after he was wounded, lotions, shaving creams… even those damned blue light glasses that make him look like some sex-god professor. “Fuck,” I grit out, watching her drag her fingernails down his chest, stopping just short of his waistband. “Spit in his mouth.”

It was only the first one and already I struggled to come down from it. “Damn that’s a beautiful sight!” Finnick exclaimed, drawing my attention. “Never seen anything prettier than your face when you come, kitten.” He had scooted down to lean on his side, his pants pulled low around his hips, freeing his cock. He was staring at me while he stroked himself in long, lazy strokes. Pre-cum leaked from his throbbing tip and I unconsciously licked my lips with the need to taste him. “Oh no, princess. you don’t get any of your holes filled right now.” Zayne reprimanded.

I muttered. "Yeah." "What’d he do?" "Just some small-time pack leader who thought he was more important than he was. His entire pack disappeared in an instant when I decided to pull his intestines out." Good to know, I’d use him well. "I see you like to take trophies." Finneas flashed a crooked smile. "Sometimes. Keeps the mystique alive." Around us, the naked women moved through the room, the scent of sweet perfume mingling with that of...omegas.

Ethan, still at my side, dropped the whip and replaced it with his hands, his fingers wrapping around my neck. “Say you’re a slut, Odessa,” Ethan demanded, his voice dangerously close. He squeezed my throat, not enough to truly hurt, but enough to panic my breathing. “O-oh…Uh-ngh… I’m a slut! Daddy! Ghh… A fucking slut!” I sputtered, the physical choking and the forced confession triggering a wave of pure, filthy arousal. The pressure on my throat, the sheer overwhelming sensation of Kian's merciless fucking, the feel of Damon's hard cock throbbing in my palm...it was too much. I was crying, not from pain, but from the raw, desperate pleasure of being completely owned.

“You want me to paint this little pussy with my cum?” I nod my head again and spread my legs wider, hardly recognizing the wanton, slutty woman I’ve become. Only for Finn. Only for Daddy. He grunts, the sound part tortured part determined. Finn climbs up my body, peppering my skin with kisses and love bites until he’s nuzzling into my neck. I feel the head of his cock nudge my entrance and I moan, lifting my hips to encourage him.

"See, this is why I took a liking to you, little wolf—I knew you were a freak from the beginning." Oh. Finn says nothing else; he doesn't have to. He uses his other hand to haul me closer to the edge of his hand, inhaling the scent of my crotch before running his tongue up the inner section of my leg. It is hard not to moan. Finn's tongue has these tiny, little dots on them, which feel like a gift from heaven, and his pheromones, all over the damn place, make it seem as if I'm on drugs. Fairy sex is hardcore.

“She kept tempting me.” “No, you’re just an animal who succumbs to his most basest instincts,” I retort. “Shut up,” he snaps and spanks my ass, harder than he did before. When I shamelessly moan, he spanks me again and again, each one harder than the last. I’m pretty sure my ass is red by the time he’s done even though I can’t see it. “Fuck,” Kieran breathes. “She’s unreal.” “I’m telling you, brother.” Dorian agrees, sneaking a hand under me. “She’s the perfect little slut.”

“I knew you were a filthy little slut from every video you sent me. The way you’d spread that greedy cunt wide open with your fingers, showing me how wet and sloppy you got reading my books, begging Daddy to stretch you out and fill you up.” “But seeing you like this right now, squirting all over my face and then grabbing my cock like you can’t wait another second… fuck, you’re even dirtier than I imagined. You really are my secret cum-dump stepdaughter, aren’t you?” My pussy clenched hard at his words, another small gush of slick leaking out onto the seat. I pulled him closer by his cock, rubbing the thick head up and down my swollen, dripping slit, smearing his precum all over my folds.

The smell of sex filled the air, musky, dirty, addictive. "Such a perfect hole," he snarled. "Gonna fill you up every day. Keep you leaking my cum while you work at your desk." I was close, so fucking close, when he suddenly pulled out. He flipped me onto my back on the couch and climbed over me, stroking his glistening cock furiously. "Open your mouth." I barely had time to obey before he exploded. Thick ropes of hot cum painted my face, across my lips, my cheeks, one spurt hitting my tongue. I gasped, tasting him again as it dripped down my chin.

“Your what?” “Our pictures, our nudes. I made Rita loosen up to be the girl she's not. She sent me her nudes and …” Adam cut in sharply. “Fvck! Fvck!” Adam screamed, hitting the dashboard in front of him. “Fvck Finn!” “Are you trying to say Charles saw the nudes, and he is blackmailing you with money or he leaks her nudes?” Finn nodded.. “Yeah… I…” “It's all your fault Finn, I was never in support of whatever you were doing” Adam voiced.