Finnick Odair Smut Novels & Stories

Dakota smirked, as I awkwardly met Indigo's line of vision. "It's uncanny. Soooooo did something happen?" She smirked teasingly, retreating from her seat over to me. Her face suddenly dropped into one of childlike disgust, "don't tell me you and my brother were getting it on, in the apartment right above where I was sitting."

I took the head into my mouth on the next upstroke, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing, while my hands kept the steady rhythm below. He was leaking now, precum smearing over my chest, making everything slick and obscene. I could feel it soaking into his shirt, marking me in the most delicious way. “Look at you,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “On your knees with my cock between your tits, mouth full of me. You were made for this, kitten. Made to be Daddy’s perfect little slut.” The dirty words sent a fresh rush of heat between my legs. I moaned around him, taking him deeper for a few seconds before pulling off with a wet pop and going back to stroking him with my breasts faster now, squeezing tighter

I couldn’t keep the smile off my face. He didn’t deny it, instead he looked down at his lap, “What I am, is messy; you made a terrible mess.” He held up his fingers for me to see and I shrugged, “That was your fault.” “Clean it up,” he ordered and just like that, I was ready for him again. I took his fingers into my mouth and tasted myself on him. I licked his fingers clean and released them with a pop making sure to bite down on the pad of his fingers first. His eyes darkened considerably and he guided me to my knees in front of him.

He arched into the touch, a low moan vibrating in his throat. "You said there would only be the 'tat' part," Finn reminded him, his voice thick with lust. "You were very specific about that." "I... I might want the other part too," Val whispered. "Say it, Val." Finn gave a light, possessive tug on Val’s hair, tilting his head back. "Tell me what you want." Val’s pupils were blown wide. "You know. Don't make me say it." Finn pulled him closer, letting Val feel the full length of his heat. "If you can write those dirty scenes in your books, why can't you say the words to me?"

The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed between the shelves, mingled with our ragged breathing and the occasional creak of the wooden table. My breasts bounced with each impact,, my nipples hard and aching. “Look at you”, Jax muttered, his eyes locked on my face, “taking every inch like a fucking slut. You love this, don't you? You love being filled by my cock while we pretend to be a couple in front of the school”. “Yes…Yes…I love it”, I cried, my voice breaking. “I love feeling you stretch me, love hearing you grunt…fuck…I'm gonna cum…I'm gonna cum all over your dick”.

“For our private collection, little new girl. Smile for the lens while we ruin you completely.” He climbed onto the bed and flipped me onto all fours like I weighed nothing. “Ass up, Diana. Show the camera how sloppy and used that pretty cunt already is.” My face burned with humiliation as I obeyed, knees sinking into the mattress, back arched deeply. I stared at the glowing red light, knowing it was capturing everything — my dripping, cum-filled pussy, the way my thighs quivered uncontrollably. God, I was soaked.

he smiles, running his fingers through my curls as I pull out of his arms. “I thought so too.” I smile, still refusing to cry. “Okay, so remember, tomorrow you need to set your online profile up, and I want you to use the pen name “The Smut Slut”. I nod, making a mental note of the name. “The quicker you set it up, the quicker you can start working. All dates will be run by me first just to make sure you're not being sent off with a fucking weirdo, a killer, or someone who's just bad news. I'll take care of you like I promised, Savage, so don't worry your pretty little head about a thing.” He knocks back a shot of tequila and smiles, grabbing Lexi and pulling her onto his lap. “Alright, I'll

I blurted out in an attempt to kill the chain of thoughts rising in my head, as well as to offend him. “When you talk so dirty, baby, you turn me on.” He muttered through lips gliding awakening kisses down my neck. “You’re so fucking cute when you come on to me.” He nibbled and sucked on the skin, leaving hickeys. “That’s not what I was doing.” I protested with a struggle. How on earth did his smutty brain misunderstand the insult? “I ―” His finger silenced me, pressing my lips still. Another finger snuck past the hem of my pajama shorts. I sucked in sharp breaths as his finger slipped inside my panties and stroked my wet slit. Tingles erupt at the bottom of my stomach and my body shuddered.

"And this is going to be our hickey. I gave you a few on your neck. That's for the world to see. This is just for us to see. I mean, we get to have our private memo, don't we?" Nodding, I brought my fingers to my neck, feeling the tender part of my skin where he had given me the mark. I smiled to myself and bucketed my knee when he inhaled between my thighs. Good Lord. How was he able to drive me crazy without trying so much? He hadn't even touched me and I was already coming undone. "Fuck, you smell so good. So so good," Finn said and kissed my skin. "If you're going to take more time torturing me, I'd have to kill you, Finn Davis,"

Ophelia arched her back and whimpered, pushing her chest harder into his hands. He dropped to one knee in front of her. The dress bunched around her waist as he hiked it up. Ophelia’s bare pussy glistened with her juices under the moonlight. Finn leaned in and ran his tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her. She was dripping wet. He licked again, deeper this time, dragging his tongue from her entrance up to her swollen clit. Then he closed his mouth around her clit and sucked gently while his tongue flicked fast. Ophelia clutched the wooden trellis above her head with both hands. Her auburn waves cascaded around her shoulders and face as she moaned. Her hips rocked against Finn’s mouth. Every