#sam claflin smut

[janitorhutcherson]

my husband

#sam claflin fluff #sam claflin x reader #sam claflin imagine #sam claflin smut #sam claflin #finnick odair fluff #finnick odair x reader #finnick x you #finnick x reader #finnick odair smut #finnick odair imagine #thg finnick #finnick odair #finnick

[slutforfinnickodair]

DRESS | FINNICK ODAIR

Summary: You and Finnick have been dating for atleast five years now, and since you've been choosen as a tribute for the 74th hunger games, he makes the last night with you the most beautiful night you've ever experienced.

Warnings: oral ( F!receiving ), fingering, mentor Finnick being a warning himself, slight handjob, P in V, Unprotected sex, little bit of breeding kink.

Pairing: Finnick Odair x F!reader

Author's note: First post, kind of feeling weird for writing this one. Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2.9k

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- We are not even in the house yet. - I said while Finnick carried me to the fourth level of the penthouse, making me smile at him. He let me go with one of his hands and started to search for his keys in his back pocket, knitting his brows as he got it and pushed me against the front door, pushing the key into the lock while he leant into me, kissing my dry lips.

He twisted the key in the lock, still kissing me while I reached for the knob, searching for it and twisting it once I found it. Finnick walked into his suite with me, kicking the door once he was in so it was shut. I pulled away for air, chuckling at him and resting my forehead against his.

- You taste like red wine. - I said while licking my lips and pressing a peck onto his lips once again before I wiggled my legs for him to put me down, but he only held me stronger.

- You can have some after I'm done with you young lady. - He said while smirking, his hand going downways — him turning towards his room. The pet name he gave hit harder than the actual thought that maybe tomorrow I won't be able to walk with barefoot — let alone in heels.

- Hey, I'm only three years younger. - I whined while he let out a short laugh, leaning in to kiss me again while my arms went around his neck — playing with his blonde locks. Finnick let my thigh go while he opened his bedroom door and placed me down on the bed — climbing on the mattress and kicking off his shoes.

He kept pushing me up on the bed until my head was on the complete other side of the mattress, him on top of me while I held one of his cheeks, my other hand going down on his strong shoulders and his back. I felt up the fabric of his shirt, my hips bucking up to meet his crotch while he groaned into my mouth.

One of his hands went behind my back, lifting me up and making me arch my back while he pulled down the zipper of my dress, getting the fabric off my chest. Finnick got up from the bed, sliding the dress off my body and tossing it somewhere in the room while he kneeled back onto the bed, between my legs that were separated just enough so he could lay between them.

His kisses were slow, almost sloppy as his hands went down on my naked chest, kneading my breasts while I lifted my leg up, laying it on his waist while he kissed his way down on my neck, searching for my sweet spot. Once he found it he wasn't urgent to go down on me as fast as possible — indeed he kept licking and biting on the skin of my neck.

I rolled my head back onto the sheets, my hands going down on his torso, tracing every line while he set his knee between my thighs, so if I moved his knee would be brushing against my clothed heat. I reached the hem of his shirt, my hands going under it while I traced his slight abs, up to his waist where I squeezed the skin making him let out a groan onto the skin of my neck.

One of my hands went to his naked back, while the other one went down again on his torso, reaching his belt which I left alone and slid my hand into his jeans, finding his boxers. I traced the outline of the waistband, biting my lower lip as I went more down, now my fingertips laying on his erection, slowly rubbing the fabric and sometimes fully laying my hand over it — slightly squeezing.

Finnick went down to my chest, leaving hickeys on his way while he reached my left breast, running his hand on it, the cold of his rings making my nipples harden. He looked up at me while he kept kissing my squishy flesh, sometimes biting at it while running his thumb across my nipple, making it sensitive. He slowly moved down, placing it into his mouth before he began sucking at it, making my hand that was on his back, rest now on his head while he kept biting at my nipple.

He pulled away with a hum, not wasting a second before he attacked my other breast, giving the same amount of attention he did give the left one. I shut my eyes as I felt warmness collect in my middle, my hand slowly going into his briefs — the fingertip of my pointer collecting the precum on his head, and slowly covering his whole base with it.

Finnick let out a low groan and parted away from my breast, staring down at me while I looked up at him so innocently, like I wasn't stroking his cock right now. He smirked at me before pulling away from my touch, standing up from the bed while I stared up at him. Biting my lips — I parted my legs more away from each other, making him run a hand over my thigh. He gave it a harsh slap before kneeling down in front of the bed, facing my clothed middle.

He placed his mouth against my inner thighs, placing hot — wet kisses on them, moving towards the part where I was aching the most for him, making me get on my elbows so I could watch him. He slid his hand under my knees, bending them and kissing down on my leg while I felt my underwear getting soaked. Finnick slowly took off my black heels from my leg, placing it next to himself while he placed down my leg on the mattress, moving towards the other — making sure he gave the same attention to it as he did to the right one.

When he placed down my heels, he bent my legs again, getting a clear view of my lace underwear, barely covering anything. He kissed up on my thighs again, getting down to my abdomen, his hand going up to my breasts while he kissed down from my stomach to my middle, his other hand touring my underwear apart, tossing the ruined fabric somewhere in his room.

He parted away from my skin, facing my cunt that was probably leaking. He took his hand that wasn't massaging my breasts — running his fingers through my folds, making me let out a quiet moan as he kept playing with the wetness on my lips, spreading it all the way on my clit and even on my pelvis. He took two fingers and in the position of a scissor he parted my folds. Looking up, he smirked at me — getting my attention so I wasn't focusing on what was happening next.

He slowly inserted his ring finger into me, the cold of the silver rings that he had on made me shiver and my walls immediately clamped around his digit. I parted my mouth as he kept fucking me with his finger, my toes curling as I kept looking at his face. smirking at me innocently, making me feel like I was in heaven. Finnick slowly moved down his head, his lips quickly finding the fellow on my clit, wrapping them around it as he pushed his tongue out, flicking it between my folds.

Now that was when I let out a moan so loud, that probably even the neighbors heard it. My legs were now resting on his shoulders as he kept making me feel like I was the only woman on the Earth for him with the mix of his talented tongue and fingers. My hands were long lost in his curly hair while his right hand massaged my breasts. I let out short breaths, moans that if we wouldn't live in a house it would disturb the neighbors.

My elbows gave up on me, making me fall back onto my back while trying to squeeze my thighs together — but Finnick's head stopped me. He made my toes curl more as I felt the coil get formed in my lower abdomen. I let out a gasp when he pushed his tongue in, making me arch my back and get off the mattress, my hands leaving his hair.

- F..Finnick, I..I'm going to c..cum! - I mumbled while I felt him smirk on my flesh, diving his head more into me — his hand pinching at my nipples and kneading my breasts in his large hand. I tossed my head back once I felt my high approach me, making me squeeze my thighs around his head more harder than last time.

I came with a loud pornographic moan feeling him still wrapping his lips around my folds while I grabbed at his hair more harshly, curling my toes and tossing my head back to the mattress, legs shaking and my breathing heavier than it ever was. Calming down slowly, I found him smiling into my flesh — his palms rubbing shapes into my thighs as they shook with a medium intensity.

Finnick looked up at me with a smile tugging on his lips, getting up from his knees and reaching for his belt while he stared down at my aching middle. My eyes were focused on his face, his mouth and chin covered with my juices. I heard the belt make a sound as he dropped it onto the floor, tugging at his zipper while he slowly pulled off his jeans making him stay in his briefs.

Somehow I managed to get my breath under control even when I saw that his briefs were painfully pushing his erection that was ready to burst out from the fabric every moment now, his precum leaving a wet spot on it. I got my lower lip between my teeth watching him as he leant over me, his hand going up my arm, resting on my collarbone as he traced patterns on the skin close to my neck.

Not wasting a second I quickly reached the hem of his shirt, rolling it over his back and making him lean his head more forward so I could take off the material from his torso. After getting it I tossed it somewhere onto the floor — making Finnick chuckle onto my face. His hand reached my neck, his fingers wrapping around my throat and the cold of his rings making me shiver.

His eyes were shining with the feeling of need and pleasure the audacity that I had in me making me rise up my hips so he would finally take the call and would finally fuck me into the bed. I felt him slowly trace his hand down on my thigh and onto his body, grabbing onto his waistband and pulling his briefs down with one hand. I got my lower lip between my teeth, one of my hands hovering over his while it was resting on one of my breasts.

His left hand that was now finished pulling down his underwear found my swollen clit again, his thumb swiping against the bundle of nerves that were still burning with desire within me. I let out a short gasp, his right hand going down from my breasts to my stomach — from there all the way to my inner thighs separating them so he could easily slide between them, his torso on top of mine. My breasts were pressing up against his chest, my legs intertwining with his as his thumb kept flicking my clit. The tension between my legs was too much again to handle, making me throw my head back onto the mattress my back was pressed onto.

I kept wiggling in my place as Finnick pressed down his palm on my pubic bone, making me stop wincing and be in a calm position. I gritted my teeth together, my toes curling as I saw him smirk down at me, which I didn't understand why at first — but then I felt it. As soon as I felt the delicious stretch of his cock opening my walls — my hands started to grab at the flesh of his strong back. My breath hitched, his size filling me up to the brim. I could feel his tip pressing into my g-spot.

He was already inside of me for a long minute, still not moving. I got tired of his tries on me of how long I could last and snapped my hips up so they met his. Finnick slid his hands down to my waist, pressing his fingertips into my flesh so I stopped wiggling. I let out a mewl which he chuckled to, speaking up with his voice that could be only heard between our sheets.

- Easy Darling. You don't want me to leave you hanging like this do you? - His voice made a shiver run down on my spine, making me clench my jaw at how good he could make me do something on his command.

- Finnick. Please. -

- Well, since you are asking politely. - He smirked down at me again, sending a thrust into me, making my hips snap up. My mouth hung open, my arms currently gripping at his back as he did not set up the pace quite like he used to do. Instead, he started railing me with all of his might.

I felt him hit that spot inside of me over and over and over, my hands trembling as my nails dug into his back — the sounds he let out just stroking my ego. That voice that I would pray for hours to hear anywhere and anytime. I felt my stomach clench, my walls almost tearing up at how good he stretched me out. My right hand slid back up, gripping at his bicep that was so strong that even gripping at the muscle was hard enough to accomplish.

His jaw flexed, making me lean my head back onto the mattress under us, his right hand slid down from my waist just to lay on top of my clit. I looked up into his eyes, the color of them now shining into mine — catching a glimpse of his pupils dilating. My other hand that was still on his back went to cup one of his cheeks, feeling up his skin.I liked him like this, natural. Even Though I passed out from his scented aura. So magical, yet so far away from reality.

One of his hands lifted up my leg under my knee, his cock getting a deeper access inside of my cunt. I thought that I was going to finish just by that moment, but he didn't let me. Suddenly his lips pressed against mine, his tongue licking it's way past my lips after it went across my lower lip. His tongue searched for mine as I slid my hand down onto his chest. Grunting, he slowly started to flick my clit between his fingers, making the moan that crawled out of my throat end up in his mouth.

I felt my second heartbeat speed up, like I was on a roller coaster waiting for the ride to finally end. Though I didn't want him to stop, we just kept chasing our high together. I felt up his lips with mine, my hands trembling as I grabbed onto the skin of his butt — pulling him closer to me if that was possible. He was so deep, it made me see stars like I was literally high right now. My head fell back to the mattress again, breathing rapidly as his mouth left mine after a dominant fight between our tongues that obviously he won.

I closed my eyes at the feeling, my hands sliding up on his shoulders and cling into them. The burning sensation in my lower abdomen finally taking it's way on me and letting the fire pool into my middle. My grip on his shoulders only became stronger when he didn't stop thrusting inside of me — even though I already came. I lay there, completely fucked out while staring up at him, smiling down at me once he saw how tired I was. He slowed down, making me breathe out at the change of the peace he set up. His mouth began to twitch, like he wanted to say something. Yet, he did.

- If you want I can stop and finish myself up... - He started while I immediately sat up and grabbed onto his neck, pulling him down with myself until he was completely on top of me. He stopped talking, looking at my face while a slight smirk took it's place on my lips.

- No. I want you to come inside of me. - I muttered while he only leant his head down and kissed me softly, slowly starting to thrust up into my womb, making me bite his lower lip. I smiled into the kiss feeling that he didn't intend to go any faster.

He then buried his face into my neck and started to get more vocal, sending vibrations down on my spine. I sneaked up my hand to his neck, holding onto it while closing my eyes with my back arched. Pure ecstasy. I felt him loosen up inside of me with strings of white liquid ending up on my walls. I let out a breath, my back hitting the mattress while Finnick turned us over making me get on top of him.

For minutes we stared at the other, not even knowing how to speak with words. Not like we needed them anyway.

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[andy-15-07]

Our life together

masterlist ! pairing: Sam Claflin x fem!reader

GENRE: fluff, love , family love

There are many things that you will not forget with your first born, the first tooth, the first step. Sam and I filmed every moment in the life of our daughter, Mary Rosie Claflin. Since our daughter was born, Sam took a little break from acting and I didn't take any break, not even during pregnancy because I'm a songwriter and most of the time I work at home.

Mary was born on Sam's birthday, he always says that I gave him the most beautiful gift in the world and that no one can give him a more beautiful gift than this, he became a father on his birthday.

It's December 15, that means it's the first Christmas with Mary who is almost 6 months old, all she did was eat, sleep and play with her daddy.

Sam and I did everything in our power to make the most beautiful Christmas just for our beautiful daughter and today her daddy will take the tree to decorate it.

While Sam and I were decorating the tree, Mary sat either in my arms or on Sam's hip, she pointed to the blue ornaments and mumbled something she understood, when the time came to turn on the lights, I amd my daughter was sitting down , with her on my lap.

When my dear husband plugged them in, Mary's eyes shone.

"Look who's happy when she sees the tree, our Mary is happy," says Sam and tickles her little foot.

"Of course she's happy, it's her first Christmas, the first time Santa comes to her because she was a very good girl, isn't that right Sam?" I ask him and put my head on his shoulder.

"It's very true my love, everything is new for her and we're here to make her the best Christmas ever." Sam says and kisses my temple.

When I look at our daughter, she looks so curious at what is happening in front of her, how the lights change color, and she reaches out to a pink globe, Mary tries to take it from the tree but she can't reach it and this does it to get upset and we expected her to start crying.

Sam was faster and took her from my lap, got up with her and started humming a song that I know will calm her down a bit.

"What happened, why are you crying Mary? Everything will be fine, mommy and daddy are here with you. What made you so upset? Hmm" his voice calmed her and she looked intently at her father, as if to say the most special thing on this earth.

I still haven't gotten used to these beautiful moments of interaction between Sam and our beautiful daughter. While I look at the two of them, my dear husband motions me to approach them.

"My love, everything is fine. We are here with you." I say to Mary and I approach her and kiss her on the cheek.

"Y/n thank you for all the good times we spent together and thank you for making me a father. I love you so much Y/n Claflin!" He tells me and kisses me, I put my hand on his cheek and prolong the kiss, Sam is the first to break the kiss and leans down and kisses Mary on the forehead.

"I love you too Sam Claflin!" I say and look at our most special gift in our life, Mary Rosie Claflin.

"And you our little treasure, we love you very much, from here to the moon and back." Sam says and puts his arm around me and the three of us hug.

How I got so lucky in life I don't know, but the only thing I know is that I have the most beautiful family in the world and I wouldn't give anything in the world to change that.

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[mystargirl-interlude]

𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄��𝐄𝐑

Sam claflin x fém!reader smut❣️❣️❣️

No use of y/n, oral (male receiving) PnV, unprotected sex, slight handjob??? This is requested! 😘 @jen-parker

hi we are gonna act like I didn’t take over 2 months to make this! I had to go on lockdown cause I almost got canceled on twitter anyway enjoy

Waking up in the morning to an empty bed and the smell of pancakes in the air was definitely a way to start the morning off, getting up and washing up you go in the kitchen to see Sam still in his pajamas cooking breakfast.

“You’re staring” Sam says grinning breaking me out of my thoughts

“sorry I zoned out” you reply smiling as he brings you in for a kiss.

What was supposed to be a short peck turner into 3 pecks turned into a full kiss.

Wrapping his arms around your waist he pulls you in as close as he can get, you can feel his tongue brush against your lips asking for permission which you grant immediately.

Thank god his kids were at summer camp

Your hands go up to his hair tugging slightly making him groan into your mouth, but unfortunately being interrupted by the sound of pancakes burning on the stove

“Shit! dammit!” Swiftly moving the pan over to the other side of the stove to cook off you look down at what use to be the breakfast

“Do you think it’s still edible?” are the first words out of your mouth, looking up at Sam

“I am 99% sure it is not..” he says, swollen lips smiling at you. Realizing he lost your attention he looks at what does and sees that there’s a sun shower outside casting a rainbow through the windows

“Sam, Sam we have to go outside, quick before it’s over!” You say jumping up and down He picks you up throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of flour taking you outside. Immediately met with the warm sun and cool rain Sam puts you down as you both get soaked in the rain water.

Your pink nightgown begins to stick to your body emphasizing your figure, Sam takes his shirt off once it begins to get wet throwing it off to the side

He picks you up once more placing you onto the pool chair before crawling on top of you.

Coming down to kiss your lips “so” kiss “fucking” kiss “beautiful” he says before fully kissing you knocking the wind out of your lungs

Tongues brushing up against each other you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in as close as possible, the mixture of the cold rain with warm sun feels like heaven

Thrusting your hips up to grind against his now hard cock a loud whine leaves your swollen lips

“What do you need?” His raspy British tone says while moving his kisses to your neck

“I n-need you inside of me” you say breathlessly

“Well since you asked so nicely..” he says while peeling your nightgown off of you leaving you completely nude underneath him, then proceeding to take his pants off

His fat dick slaps up against his lower stomach making your mouth water

“I want you in my mouth first” you say looking up at him through the rain

You get off of the chair dropping to your knees you quickly grab his cock in your hands spitting on it before slowly jerking it off

You look up at him once more as he lets out a deep sigh of relief

Taking his fat tip in your mouth your eyes roll back slightly at the familiar taste

You moan which sends vibrations through is dick making him moan loudly. Deciding you want more you start taking the rest of his cock in your mouth making his tip hit the back of your throat.

Bobbing your head around his length with spit dripping down onto your breast’s Sam wishes he had his phone of him to capture the moment as you get all the way down to his base, with your nose buried in the short hair

“Fuck, get up I don’t wanna cum yet” he groans out. Standing up your knees are slightly scraped due to the rough concrete, quickly straddling him your lips meet letting him taste himself and a mixture of rain water in your mouth

He lays you down on the chair hovering over you, he grabs his cock and slaps it on your clit rubbing it through your folds, letting out a whine as you wrap your legs around his waist

“Please I can’t wait anymore please please please” letting out words of nonsense at this point Sam finally gives in letting his cock slip through your cunt immediately starting at a fast pace, the sounds of him groaning and skin hitting mix with the sound of rain

“Fuck fuck, your so good” Sam groans into your neck as he pounds into you.

The feeling of the tip of his cock just barely kissing your cervix is ungodly, his hand slips between the both of you rubbing your clit in sync with his thrusts. Pulling your hair back revealing more of your neck he buries his head into in leaving a trail of blood sucking kisses behind.

You’re almost positive you can feel him in your stomach rearranging your guts with how hard he’s pounding into you

“yeah, yeah right there!” You practically scream as you feel him hit that spongy spot

“Found it” he says against your lips

You can feel warmth beginning to spread in your lower stomach the same time as you feel Sam start to twitch in you

“Fuck Sam, sam I’m gonna cum, fuck!” You whine

“Me too baby just let go” he says as he lets out a moan

Clenching hard around him almost completely pushing him out he rubs fast at your swollen clit almost letting out a feminine moan as you gush around him feeling pure white hot pleasure run through your body. Your orgasm almost immediately sets off his as he fills you up to the brim

Sam slows down his pace letting the both of you ride out orgasms letting the rain water cool you both off

“We should do that more often” you say causing the both of you to laugh

See you next time stargirl nation 😘

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[patdkoala]

The Odds in Our Favor

Pairing: Finnick Odair x female reader

Warnings: smut no plot, dom!Finnick, pet names (Honey), overstimulation, Gale older brother

I was sharpening my knives like always when my brother walked into my room.

"Gale, I thought I told you to knock before you enter a room. What if I had a guy in here?"

"Then I would have to kill him," He said as he picked up one of the knives I finished earlier.

"I'm not a child anymore. You don't have to protect me," I said as he frowned.

"No, but you'll always be my little sister," He said as I smiled and then set down my knives. I slipped them back into their leather case as Gale sat down next to me.

"You don't have to fight, you know," He said as I rolled my eyes.

Gale has been trying to get me to forfeit the games for days now leading up to them.

I won the games three years ago. Two years before Katniss.

I then got told I have to fight in the games again. I thought the whole point of being a victor is that I don't have to fight again but I guess I was wrong. I am fighting tomorrow morning. I might die tomorrow morning.

"I should get some sleep. I've got a big day tomorrow. Good night, big brother," I said as we stood and hugged. He held the back of my head close like how one might hold a baby.

Gale left my room and I cleaned up. I want my room to look nice for when I'm gone so Gale doesn't have any trouble going through my things.

When I was finished, I just stood there and stared at my room and all it had to offer. Someone else is going to move in soon and they are going to take down my pictures and put their own up.

"Hey, are you still awake?" Finnick asked outside my door. I opened it and there he was standing there in nothing but some sweatpants and the necklace that he's always wearing.

"Yeah, I was just about to lie and tell everyone that I'm going to bed but I was just going to stare off in the distance," I said as he smiled his cheeky grin at me.

"Wanna be together tonight? I don't really feel like being alone," He said as I nodded and then walked over towards him at the door.

"Where are we going?" He asked as I looked up at him. He is much taller than I am.

"Uhm, your room? Why?"

"Oh, well. I walked all the way over here so I just assumed that we would hang out here." He then looked around the room. "But now that I see it, it looks like a dead person lives here. Which is ironic since you are very much alive," He said as he looked at the framed picture of me with my older brother.

"I mean, I'm practically dead," I said under my breath.

"No, you're not!" Finnick yelled as he grabbed me by the arm to get my attention. "I will protect you in there, I promise you," He then realized that he was holding onto my arm for too long and a bit too tight.

"Okay, I believe you."

"We can stay here," I said but instead he loosened his grip on my arm but didn't let go.

"No, we can go to my room. I don't think I can stand being in such a sad room any longer," He said as I nodded and followed him out in the hall and past the main room of the bunker we were staying in.

"Where are you taking my little sister?" Gale asked as Finnick and I walked past Gale and Katniss.

"Don't worry about it, Gale," I said as Finnick held my hand and pulled me towards his room.

I closed the door behind us.

Finnick went and sat down on his bed. I looked around the room.

A little messy, but somehow still tidy, Dirty clothes are scattered on the floor, and pictures of who I assume are family.

"Want to watch something? I wonder what is going on at the capitol not that they have decided to kill a bunch of us off again for sport," He said as he turned it on.

"Finnick Odair and that (Y/N) Hawthorne have got something magical going on don't they?" Ceasar asked his guest as she smiled. "Oh, certainly. They are just the cutest. I hope they make it far in the games tomorrow so we can see that relationship develop," She said as I just stood there watching them talk about us.

"Let's just hope he taps that soon-"

Finnick turned off the tv.

"Maybe we can just talk," He said as I smiled at him and then sat down next to him. "About what?"

"I don't know. We can talk about anything. We are all about to die right?" He said as I smiled.

"Okay. What are you going to do if you win?" I asked as I got on my tummy and rested my head on my hands.

"I don't know. Maybe get a nice home and settle down. I kind of missed out on that when my girlfriend dumped me after the first Hunger Games that I won," He said as I laughed.

"So, your plans are lame."

"What are your plans?" He asked as I crossed my arms.

"Well, not if but when I win I'm hoping to get laid," I laughed out as his tight crossed arms became loose.

"You're a virgin?" He asked as I rolled my eyes.

"Dude, I won the Hunger Games at 17 years old and then went into hiding from the Capitol with my brother, Gale. He had Katniss and Katniss had Peeta. I didn't want anyone to know I exist because I thought that would keep me safe. Turns out, they found me anyway, and now here I am about to die."

"So, yes. You are a virgin."

"What are you asking me, Finnick?"

"Have you ever even kissed anyone?"

"I kissed Katniss on a dare and then Peeta shortly after."

"But have you-"

"Fucked anyone? No," I said as I rolled over and lay on my back staring at the ceiling.

"Would you like to? Before we die?"

"What makes you think we are both going to die?" I asked as I now crossed my arms to match him except his arms weren't crossed any longer. They were draped across his chest and he was staring at me so intensely.

"We are fighting alongside Katniss Everdeen. We are absolutely dying," He laughed uncomfortably.

"Well then I might as well live a little before the end of the world," I said as I looked at Finnick and he was crawling on the bed closer to me. Soon enough he was on top of me.

"Kiss me Finny," I moaned as he smirked and removed my shirt over my head.

"Anything for you, Honey."

He kissed me all over my face, neck, chest, and tummy.

He held me by my back as I moaned out from his touch.

He then made his way to my pants and took them off of me. He kissed my inner thigh and I tugged on his hair pulling his face closer to where I needed him most.

"Is this where you need me, honey?" He asked as all I could do was nod. I was so infatuated with him that my body lost control.

He ate me out as I groaned, moaned more, and tugged at his hair. He smiled at me because he knew what he was doing and loved its effect on me.

We moved slightly so that he had a better grip on my ass and I was more comfortable with laying on my back.

He stopped once he felt me close to my release. I whined as he got on top of me.

"Hush," He demanded as I smirked at his dominance.

He took off his last remaining bits of clothing before pushing himself inside of me. We both moaned at the sudden feeling.

He moved with such force at first but then slowed down when he felt that it was too much for me.

"Please, I need to cum," I said as he held my legs around him and then he moved even harder and quicker than before.

We were both so close to coming that he flipped us so that when we came, I was on top.

I lay next to him and he held me.

I felt so safe in that moment that I wasn't worried about dying anymore. Whatever the games have for me, I know the odds will be in my favor. ;)

#sam claflin gif #sam claflin smut #sam claflin imagine #sam claflin x reader #hunger games finnick #finnick odair

[wife-of-all-dilfs]

a darling and a virgin | f. odair

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summary: you are a victor from district four, having just ended your first victory tour. after being confronted by president snow, you have no choice but to lose your virginity. luckily, your previous mentor is willing to provide some guidance.

pairing: finnick odair x reader

warnings: mentions of forced prostitution, angst, gentle smut, loss of virginity, fingering, lots of consent, praise, happy but also unhappy ending??, reader takes contraceptives.

notes: i’ve recently found that i’m incapable of writing short smut one shots so… i’m sorry y’all. love describing every detail too much.

word count: 6.8k

Your hands were clasped over the balcony railing of the penthouse you were spending the night in, the vibrant artificial lights of the Capitol burning your retinas as you overlooked the city. You had finally completed your first Victory Tour and were offered one more night in the Capitol to enjoy its ‘luxury’ and ‘generosity’ before returning to District Four in the morning.

For the past two weeks, you had read fabricated speeches to each District, resurfacing both your trauma from the Games and the families of the tributes you had murdered in the arena. The toll it was taking on you was heavy, but you managed to put on a splitting grin for every interview, speech, and disturbing congratulation. But not for your previous mentor, Finnick Odair.

Finnick had been there for you through the whole nightmare, even during the week before your Games. His support was unwavering which was one of the many reasons you had managed to survive from the moment you were Reaped to the end of the Tour. It was hard to tell when his mentorship had turned into something more complicated, but it had. It had become more about feelings than simply survival. Not a relationship per se, but not just a friendship either. You teetered on the line between the two, never crossing it and never discussing the fact that you were both aware of it either.

For six whole months.

When the final destination of the Tour came—the grand celebration at President Snow’s mansion—Finnick had told you it was the easiest part. All you had to do was manage a happy face, mingle with obnoxious Capitol citizens, and eat an abhorrent amount of food. He would have been right if you were a different person. If President Snow hadn’t demanded your singular presence at the end of the night.

You exhaled a shaky breath, watching the white mist drift into the light-polluted sky. The President’s words bounced around your head: Desirable… Customers... Family. The conversation played on a loop in your mind. You could remember the repugnant smell of roses, the overwhelming whiteness in the room, and the way his too-pleasant face lit up as fireworks exploded outside the window.

Shivers trickled down your spine, forming goosebumps that were borderline painful. The fact that you were on the ninetieth floor and wearing flimsy pyjama shorts and a thin long-sleeve shirt wasn’t helping either. The crisp wind blew against your body, but you had no intentions of moving to seek warmth. It felt appropriate to stay in the cold when your body would soon know nothing but unwelcome heat.

So lost in your spiralling thoughts, you failed to notice as another body silently took up space beside yours, warming up the side of your arm. This heat was welcome.

“Pretty cold out here.”

A startled gasp escaped your mouth. You straightened up and turned to the owner of the voice, only to find Finnick leaning against the railing, forearms over the edge the same as you.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I know my presence can be a little breathtaking sometimes. Nice shorts by the way.”

He turned his head turned to you, revealing his infamous flirtatious smirk. The dimples in his cheeks were prominent and charming. His bronze hair was perfectly dishevelled as usual, as if someone had purposefully placed each strand to give him the ‘sexy bed hair’ look. He was still wearing his white button-up and black trousers; the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up to his elbows and a few buttons were undone, revealing his toned chest. The outfit had been accessorised with a metallic golden corset-like belt among other decorations that made him fit in with the Capitol crowd, but he must have taken them off. Now the outfit sort of resembled one that a boy would wear to a Reaping. Simple yet formal. Still gorgeous, not that he needed reminding.

Normally, you would retort with a snarky remark or, on the off occasion, flirt back, but instead, you resumed your previous position over the railings. You weren’t immune to Finnick’s charms; you praised anyone who was. You would usually be internally swooning at the sight of him, especially with the way he looked right now and his obvious flirting. But this night was much different. Flirting and swooning were at the back of your mind. All you could think about was your interaction with the president; the way his guards manhandled and escorted you to his study. The conversation that destroyed your hopes of a peaceful future.

Desirable. One word that sent ice coursing through your veins. Or snow, to be more poetic.

“I don’t think you’ve said a word since we got back,” said Finnick, still a hint of playfulness in his tone. He watched your gaze—eyes distant though not really seeing. It was clear something was wrong, so he continued, this time more softly. “You were gone during the fireworks.”

You remained unmoving, staring straight ahead at the city. Only when he uttered your name did he finally gain your attention. As you turned your head to face him, tears began to well up in your eyes.

Finnick noticed the silent distress in your expression and straightened up his stance. He towered over you, brows knitted together whilst his sea-green eyes flickered across your face, looking as if pieces were slowly falling together in his mind.

“He spoke with you, didn’t he?” he said. “Snow.”

To answer his question for you, a tear escaped your eye, but you were quick to swipe it away with a sniffle.

Your arms wound around your torso, hugging yourself as the words began flowing. “After I won my Games, when I was being crowned, he said something to me that I didn’t really understand." Your voice was gentle, just above a mere whisper. “Months passed and I’d forgotten all about it. Until now at least. He told me…” You swallowed the ache in your throat. “He told me, ‘I have big plans for you, Miss (L/N). I think you will be a very valuable asset to the Capitol citizens.’”

Finnick’s face had melted into an unreadable expression. His entire body turned to stone; it was like he was a marble statue portraying a Greek God. All of a sudden, he was sixteen again. He was in Snow’s study, being told that if he didn’t cooperate and essentially sell himself to the Capitol, his family would pay the price. And they did.

With a sad smile, you whispered, “I know what he meant now.”

Something inside him snapped and he broke from his stupor.

“No.” He vigorously shook his head. “He can’t do that. You can’t. I’ll go to him and—fuck!” His hand ran through his hair, making it even more dishevelled. The bright lights from the city were reflecting off his eyes, revealing the shine that was starting to gloss over them. “I can fix this for you, I swear I’ll—"

“Finnick.”

“He’s a fucking—”

“Finnick.” The plea in your voice ceased his panicked movements. He just stood there, looking completely and utterly helpless. You both did. Another tear slipped down your cheek as you stared at him, your voice wavering as you asked, “Can you hold me?”

He let out a breath as if the air had been knocked from his lungs and in one fell swoop, he stepped forward and pulled you into his arms. Silent tears began to flow more heavily, saturating his white shirt which he held you tightly against. There was a hand wrapped protectively around your lower back and another stroking the hair flowing over your neck.

You were certain Finnick let a few tears slip too because you could feel the cold breeze nip at the top of your head the slightest bit more. He mumbled the words “I’m so sorry” over and over into your hair but you just shook your head. You told him it wasn’t his fault, but he wouldn’t accept it. He had told you months ago about his arrangement with Snow. You couldn’t have imagined what it was like for him then, but you would be able to now. You would know every single little detail.

His embrace tightened as you turned your head and pressed your ear to his thumping chest.

The tears had stopped, and you managed to find your voice again. “Snow threatened to kill my family. What if the customers don’t think I’m good enough and he takes it out on them? I mean, I don’t have any experience.”

You remained silent, awaiting his response. When the hand stroking your hair halted, you realised your mistake. You realised what you had just admitted to him and mentally kicked yourself. Repeatedly.

Finnick moved both hands onto your forearms, gently pushing you away from him to get a clear view of your face. The surprise in his expression was enough to make you want to jump over the balcony ledge in embarrassment.

“You’re a virgin?”

Hearing the words out loud would have sent you over the edge—literally—if Finnick’s large hands weren’t wrapped around your arms. You tried to turn away from him, but his grip was unshakeable. Your eyes began to water again, and you felt pathetic.

“Hey,” he said tenderly as he tried to regain your eye contact. “It’s not a bad thing.”

Your distraught red-rimmed eyes snapped back to him. “Not a bad thing? Of course it’s a bad thing, Finnick! I have to give my body to a stranger despite never even having my first kiss! Let alone sex!” As you said the words, the full reality of your situation began to set in. Panic turned to sadness as you realised yet again, the Capitol was taking another innocence you thought was your own to give away. You looked down, your tone becoming quieter. “I thought my first time would be special. Or at least with someone I loved.”

God, you felt so embarrassed admitting that to him. Sure, a lot of your conversations were flirty and full of sensual banter. Sex, however, was not a topic that came up very frequently. You would never want to accidentally cross a line with Finnick, especially given what Snow forced upon him. So you liked to avoid the subject as much as possible. Now, it was inescapable.

He released his grip and sighed heavily, looking out toward the view as if he were deep in thought. The vivid city lights cast an unnatural hue on his usually golden-tanned skin; even now the Capitol was changing him into something he wasn’t. His eyes shut for a quick second before he reopened them and looked back at you. The only time he had looked this serious was the morning of your Games and the night you returned. It was a little intimidating.

His jaw ticked and his gaze bore down into your own. “Sweetheart, I’m going to ask you something,” he began, “and I want you to know you do not have to say ‘yes’ if you don’t want to, okay?”

Alright, now he was really starting to scare you.

“Okay,” you said warily.

The hardness on his face remained for a moment longer, but then his expression softened and became the most vulnerable you had ever seen.

His voice was gentle. “Do you want me to take your virginity?”

*************

You were sat on the edge of Finnick’s bed, toying with the black satin sheets with a frown. Your room didn’t get satin sheets. It was probably one of the benefits of being the Capitol Darling. Not that you envied him very much. He would probably be content with sleeping on a dirt floor if it meant he got his autonomy back.

Finnick was in the bathroom doing God knows what. You weren’t sure if he was trying to make himself more presentable or hyping himself up to have sex with you. The latter worried you. The last thing you wanted was to pressure him into something he didn’t want to do. Then again, he was the one who asked.

After you had told him “Yes, please”, he had tentatively but oh-so-gently taken your hand in his and guided you inside and to his room. Neither of you had spoken along the way; you just walked in silence toward something that would either ruin or deepen your relationship. Despite being two victors, this was still a mentor making sure his tribute stayed alive.

You heard the bathroom door slide open and looked up to see Finnick standing outside the door. Shirtless, pants still on, and towel in hand. It took everything in you to not stare at his perfectly sculptured torso, his equally toned arms, or his broad and muscular shoulders. Instead, your eyes met his for a split second before you returned to the satin sheets.

Blood rushed to your head and everything felt too real. Finnick Odair was standing before you, looking like an angel and willing to fu—

“You’re allowed to look, you know,” he chuckled.

But your gaze remained on the bed.

“I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable.”

“You won’t.’” He spread the towel on the bed, positioning it in the middle. Then he stopped his movements as he realised what you meant. “It’s not like that. I’m not being forced to do this. I want to.”

Your head snapped up and your heart leapt as those three words left his lips—I want to. For a second, you believed him, but then reasoning came to deflate your hopefulness.

“You wouldn’t want to if I weren’t in this situation.”

He let go of the towel, sitting down mere inches beside you, his eyes amused despite the solemn context. “And how do you know that?”

“Because…” you trailed off, searching your brain for an explanation only to find none. “Because.”

He smirked. “We need to work on your argumentative skills, sweetheart.”

A small smile worked its way across your lips. He returned it with a comforting smile of his own, though the sense of playfulness never left. It never really did and that was one of the things you admired most about him. Even in the darkest of situations, he was able to provide some light.

Rosy heat crept into your cheeks and you were forced to break eye contact again. Hiding how much he affected you was pointless now; if this was going to work out, you needed to be vulnerable with him. With each other. You looked down at the space between your bodies. His hand was resting on the bed beside him and soon enough, it was slowly creeping across the sheets over to your own. He gently brushed his fingers across your knuckles before sliding his hand beneath your palm and interlocking it with yours. You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his, feeling butterflies flutter around your stomach at the small observation.

The both of you silently watched your intertwined hands. That is until Finnick decided to speak up.

“I would,” he said ambiguously, caressing the side of your hand with his thumb. “I would still want to. Even in different circumstances.”

The blush on your face reddened even more; your cheeks were on fire at this point. Even in different circumstances. Was that his way of confessing… that he did have feelings for you? It wasn’t exactly explicit, but it was certainly implied. Oh god, you didn’t know what to think.

You didn’t bother to reply; words probably would have failed you anyway. You just gave his hand a slight squeeze in acknowledgement—well, it was more in appreciation. It was obvious how hard he was trying to make you feel comfortable, but no matter how hard he tried, you couldn’t shake the nerves that were rattling your entire being.

Sex was a pretty big milestone—to you, at least—and here you were, on the precipice with someone you trusted with your life. Did you love Finnick? You weren’t sure. What you did know was that your feelings for him were deep, and even though neither of you had ever clearly confessed to each other, you knew he felt something for you too. Which made everything all the more daunting.

“Are you nervous?” he asked softly.

You nodded.

“We still don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

You shook your head, lifting your gaze to his. “No, I—”

His eyebrows pulled inwards, awaiting your answer. His eyes were so inviting and full of understanding, if you hadn’t lost the ability to form full sentences, you would have found yourself spilling all your secrets to him. He was so patient with you. So good. You had to rethink your uncertainty about loving him.

“I…” you tried again. Your eyes flickered back and forth from his sea-green eyes to his soft, pink lips. As shameful as it felt to admit, you had imagined what it would feel like to have his lips on yours many times before. Usually right before you went to sleep. Never would you have thought the day would come when it would actually happen.

He was still caressing the side of your palm, silently reassuring you, encouraging you to communicate with him. You sighed, closing your eyes. If he wanted you to communicate, then you would.

“Finnick,” you whispered. “Kiss me.”

Your words drifted into the air, stilling everything in the room—the air, Finnick’s hand. Your heart. He just stared at you, unblinking, unmoving, like someone had hit pause on the television at the tensest moment. The tension was tearing you apart and you almost got up and left the room. But you didn’t. Because suddenly, the sides of your face were cupped by large hands and his lips were on yours.

Finnick Odair was kissing you.

His lips pressed against yours once more in one long close-mouthed kiss before leaving again. Shock came and left within seconds and you found the courage to copy his actions. Your lips locked perfectly onto his, remaining still, enjoying the pressure and tingly warmth of simply having them connected. Then your lips moved to kiss him again. And again, and again until soon enough, his tongue had slyly slid into your mouth and you had somehow instantaneously become a master at French kissing.

This kiss felt familiar, despite it being your first. Like something you had done millions of times before, but only with him. Like having his lips on yours was the most natural thing to ever exist.

A hand moved onto your waist and suddenly you were being pulled onto his lap, legs straddling his lap. Your hands fell on his chest, mindlessly wandering and feeling the toned muscles ripple underneath your palms as he pulled you closer by the neck to deepen the kiss. Damn the people of the Capitol, but they were right to say he was an incredible kisser.

“Finn,” you huffed in between kisses, “have you got a rock in your pants?”

He pecked your lips once more with a smirk, resting his forehead against yours as you both attempted to catch your breaths. “No,” he chuckled. “I’ve just got a beautiful girl on my lap.”

Your eyes opened to see him grinning at you with mischief. Oh.

“Is that okay?” he asked.

You nodded jerkily. “Ye—Yes, that’s okay.”

“Okay, good.”

Biting your lip, you looked down between your bodies. Curiously, you rocked your hips along the length of his lap once, earning a quiet grunt from him.

He tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “Careful,” his voice was low, tempting.

And of course, in full defiance, you did it again. His warning was a bluff. He made no real action to prevent you from grinding any further on his erection, so you kept moving, and he kept revealing how good it made him feel. The thin fabric of your shorts created a little barrier between his hard lap and the growing sensitivity between your thighs.

Meanwhile, you found yourself never wanting to be parted from Finnick’s lips. With every rock of your hips, your hands ran over every inch of his upper body, eventually settling in his hair. The way he kissed reminded you of stories of District Twelve. A district full of hunger and desperation. Only what Finnick was craving wasn’t the fullness of food in his stomach, but the desire to devour you whole. To ravage you. And by God, would you give anything to satiate him.

Forget what you thought before. This wasn’t just a victor keeping his tribute alive. As clear as the sea on a sunny day, this was a man giving himself over to a woman he loved. You. Finnick loved you.

When you pulled back to tentatively lift your shirt over your head, his eyes stayed on yours. Your breasts were literally bare and he just continued to scan the features of your face. However, you did notice the subtle shift in his breathing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, stroking the side of your breast.

A shy, cheek-warming smile crept on your face and then suddenly, Finnick was rolling you over. Your head fell back onto the soft silk pillows, Finnick hovering above you. This position remained for a long while, the time spent simply kissing each other, alternating between deep tongue-filled kisses and soft sweet pecks. There were moments when you both stopped to flirt or giggle. These were the times you entirely forgot the whole reason you were doing this in the first place.

It was just you and Finnick. Two new lovers in a perfect world.

After a while, your lips had swollen with warm, passionate heat. You were flushed and you didn’t even need to look to know your hair was already a tangled mess. But you didn’t care.

One of Finnick’s hands had begun to wander down your stomach, breaking the established pattern of merely making out. You knew what was coming and surprisingly, you weren’t afraid. Unlike outside the penthouse apartment, there was no danger. Not in this room, in this bed, or in the hands that caressed you. He grazed across the skin beneath your belly button, causing your body to flinch up into his.

Of course, he smirked at that—the smug asshole.

He returned to your lips before lowering down to your neck and sucking soft, red marks into your fragile skin. His fingers found the edge of your waistband. At this point, you were already breathing like a marathoner.

His lips detached from your neck. “Can Itouch you?”

“Yes, please,” you breathed.

As he travelled down, down beneath your waistband, he pecked your reddened lips once more. A soft gasp escaped you and warmth tingled between your thighs. His fingers were gentle as he began circling that sweet, sensitive spot only you had ever touched. Having someone else touch you felt so much more different, so much more exquisite. Your body responded to his touch immediately, hips following each movement of his fingers, breaths quickening in pace.

Finnick gazed down at you, observing each pleasured twist of your expression. He began to pick up the pace as he noticed your body familiarising itself with the sensation. More pressure was applied and the gasps leaving your mouth were gradually turning into quiet moans.

“This feel okay?” he asked. Obviously, he knew the answer, but after years of having others take advantage of him, he couldn’t help but want to hear your willingness. Your consent.

But you weren’t sure if the words could form. Everything felt like it was vibrating. All you could do was focus on the pleasure his fingers were building.

“Come on, sweetheart. You can tell me.”

His voice had taken on that seductive purr he was well-known for and you just couldn’t deny him. It took everything inside you to muster up the words. “It—it feels so good.”

He smiled and pressed a kiss to your forehead. The gesture was so sweet, you could have cried. So sweet even with his hand stroking between your legs and his hard cock pressing against your thigh. Time slowed as his fingers sped up. Muscles in your stomach were tightening. Your insides were churning—not like when you first entered your Games’ arena, but in the best way possible. It was a sensation you had never felt before, but before it could build any more, Finnick’s hand stilled. And you genuinely whined at the loss of friction.

Then his hand moved even lower, resting a singular finger over your slick entrance. Your eyes were wide, unsure of how to feel with the sudden turn of events.

Finnick’s eyes flickered between your own. "You trust me?”

You weren’t sure if an easier question existed. “I do.”

And his lips were on yours again, deep and sensual. His tongue rolled over your own, pushing forward and then retreating in a perfect rhythm. He almost successfully distracted you from the feeling of his middle finger sinking into you knuckle-by-knuckle. Some sort of sound resembling a mix of discomfort and surprise vibrated in your throat as his finger bottomed out.

There wasn’t much pain. It was just an odd feeling.

Your lips parted from his and he looked down at you, his eyes holding an immense amount of security as he communicated through your shared gaze.

Does it hurt?

You gave him a gentle smile. No. Keep touching me.

He returned your smile with a grin. Gladly.

His buried finger curled, shooting a sharp pang up into your stomach which caused your back to arch up against his bare torso. Whether you considered it painful or pleasurable was uncertain. Perhaps a mix of both. He did it again. This time you settled on describing it as a tight twinge in your lower stomach which sent a wave of chills down your legs. Definitely pleasurable. Only, he stopped indulging you with the sensation after the second time.

Instead, you felt another finger slowly slip inside you and whimpered. Now that hurt. You felt your inner walls stretch with the second addition and it stung. Especially when he began to scissor his fingers inside you. This was him preparing you for the real deal. How you were supposed to have Finnick inside you when just his fingers had you stuffed was incomprehensible. But you allowed him to keep going, trying to enjoy the comforting kisses he pampered onto you.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he said.

Your hands moved to push back his messy bronze hair as he hovered above you. His dimples deepened with a grin and you swore you would endure any pain to keep them etched on his face. After he deemed you stretched out enough, he slowly rose to his knees, unbuttoning his trousers and throwing them aside. You couldn’t do anything but stare. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

The way you gulped was almost cartoonish. How the hell was he supposed to fit? You had never seen a man naked before—you weren’t even sure Finnick was human. He had a body sculptured by the Gods, a face carved by angels, and a… well, let’s just say he didn’t disappoint in any other areas. You weren’t sure if the smug look on his face was real or a carefully curated mask created for his Capitol customers. By the way it quickly washed away, you could tell it was the latter.

He began sliding your shorts down your legs, tossing them to the floor. Suddenly, you felt extremely vulnerable. Almost inferior. Your knees fell together, concealing the most private part of yourself from him. You avoided his gaze, cheeks becoming red and hot as he observed your naked frame. He had a way of looking at you as if you were a long-forgotten masterpiece, rediscovered from centuries of being lost. No one had looked at you like that before him.

Gently, he pried apart your legs and you didn’t bother trying to resist. Only when he descended and settled between your legs did the insecurity dwindle into the background of your mind. Your naked bodies were hot against each other. His weight pinned you against the bed. Everything that was yours touched all that was his. You thought this experience would feel like a dream, but it all felt so real. You were nervous, you were trembling, and your breaths were shaky.

Finnick was quick to recognise the nervousness radiating off you. His arm curled beneath you, somehow pulling you even closer, meanwhile, his other arm rested beside your head. He brushed strands of hair away from your face, soothing you with his tender touch.

“Tell me to stop and I will.”

You nodded. You wanted this—wanted Finnick. It was just the anticipation that was killing you. Your thighs squeezed his sides to tell him you were ready. For a few moments longer, he restarted the pattern of sweet kisses, rolling tongues, and the warmth of blood rushing to your head. His hand was caressing your cheek; yours were splayed on his back, gliding over the rippled muscles.

Then finally, he shifted, his hand moving south to align himself with your entrance. All you could do was watch his focused expression. This was the moment. The threshold of your relationship would be ­­crossed as soon as he pushed forward. There was no one else you wanted to share the experience with because you knew this wasn’t just sex. Not for him or for you; it was more than that. Something bordering spiritual, breaking the bounds of physical pleasure and entering into a deep emotional connection. Something no paying customer of the Capitol could provide.

He was gazing down at you, half-cradling your head as he began to say, “Are you su—" But before he could finish, you had pressed your lips to his, answering his question. You were sure. He nodded in response.

His eyes were hesitant he began to push his tip between your folds. Your fingers dug into his back, more from anxiety than anything else. It became a game of stopping and starting as he moved deeper inside inch-by-inch, allowing your walls time to adjust around him. Never had you seen someone’s face filled with so many emotions—concentration, controlled gratification, affection. So many feelings twisted his expression. Meanwhile, yours held only one. Discomfort. He was so big; you felt like you were being split apart and he wasn’t even fully inside yet.

Finally, when his pelvis connected with yours, you exhaled a heavy breath. It hurt. Bad. Finnick had the right idea to lay down a towel because you definitely needed it. He had you filled to the brim, stretched out and stuffed. Even the slightest shift in his position had your hands flying to his shoulders in pain.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Yes, just—” You bit your lip in an attempt to suppress a whimper. “Just go slow.”

He nodded. You smiled. Then for some odd reason, you laughed. And then so did he. Finnick’s face fell into the crook of your neck, muffling his boyish laughs into your skin. The added movements had your insides dully aching, but you didn’t pay it much attention. The moment was so innocently intimate that you wanted to stay in it forever. He lifted his head to press his grinning lips to yours and the laughter began to dissipate. Your mouths moved slowly together, full of heat and fervent emotion, and suddenly, Finnick’s body began to move too.

Careful as not to harm you, he slid himself backward in one slow motion and then pushed forward again in another. Pain stung at your inner walls and your lips left his as a gasp escaped your mouth. You were tempted to close your eyes whilst riding out the discomfort but couldn’t bring yourself to look away from Finnick’s face. He was so mesmerizingly beautiful.

His cheeks were a baby pink. Lips were a rosy red. There was a thin sheen covering his forehead, slightly wrinkled by his furrowed brows. Those messy bronze locks you adored so much fell in strands across his forehead. The evident concentration and care on his face just made him look all the more picturesque.

While you admired his features, you started to notice the pain accompanying his slow thrusts was becoming more tolerable. There was still a sting, but also a dull twinge in your stomach that had you biting your bottom lip. It felt sort of… nice. And you wanted to experiment with that feeling.

Your hands were hooked around his shoulders. “Faster.”

Are you sure? His lustful eyes spoke.

You pulled him back down to your mouth. Absolutely.

And so, his hips started to rock back and forth at a faster pace. You could feel yourself clench around his cock from the change of rhythm but forced yourself to relax. He thrust in and out, rubbing against the ripples of your walls, tip brushing at a spot inside you that was anything but pain. That is what you focused on—that one sweet spot.

Time went on and he gradually increased his speed. Your lips were swollen and red, no doubt from the way he would nip and suck on your bottom lip in between each flick of his tongue. His breaths were coming out louder, heavier, as were your own. Soon enough, you were in a rhythm that was both pleasurable for him and for you. The pain lingered but it was no longer unbearable. A shudder ran down your body and your pussy fluttered around him. Finnick broke away from your lips with a breathy groan that you swore you could feel in the pit of your stomach.

“Fuck,” he breathed.

His thrusts became a little faster, a little more painful. A hand slipped down between your bodies and the pain faded quicker than it came. He was rubbing circles around your clit, occasionally running his fingers across it which caused you to lurch upward. All of a sudden, you came to the realisation that everything bad that had been clouding your mind had disappeared. The ache, the confrontation with Snow. Everything. The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure slowly building between your thighs and in your stomach. And Finnick. His tantalising eyes. His wicked mouth. His throbbing cock.

People always said your first time would be horrible; this was anything but. Maybe it had to do with the fact that you… loved him? Yeah, you loved him. Also because he was something of an expert at sex. You were in a pretty unlucky predicament but having Finnick willingly fucking you was a blessing.

His fingers were relentless, applying the perfect amount of pleasure that had you writhing beneath him. And added with the sensation of his cock repeatedly hitting that spot inside you, your uneven breaths turned into soft moans. He fucked, he rubbed, he nipped and sucked at the delicate skin of your neck. Heat was enveloping your entire body.

“Finnick,” you moaned.

“I know, sweetheart. I know.” His voice was strained and hoarse.

His hand left your clit, hooking around your thigh, and curling it around his back so he could thrust even deeper. He restarted his rhythm of rubbing circles, but his thrusts felt different. Instead of just brushing that sensitiveness deep inside you, he was mercilessly hitting it. Over and over. Your moans were louder now; Finnick was more vocal too, grunting and occasionally uttering words of praise.

This went on for a while. His stamina was incredible—if you had a moment to think, you would have realised the depressing reasoning behind it. But you couldn’t think at all. Your heel was digging into his back; nails scratching at his skin. Both of you had a layer of sweat covering your bodies, skin wet, slapping and sliding over one another. Your pheromones had filled the room with the smell of sex, driving your need to finish.

Finnick’s mouth had been everywhere at this point. Your lips, your neck, shoulders, and breasts. Everywhere except your pussy, not that it really mattered anymore.

It was hard for you to comprehend how fucking amazing the sensations you felt were. There was heat and pressure pooling in your stomach, increasing at a slow pace, and growing more powerful by the minute. Finnick’s hips moved at a steady pace, but his hand had begun to slow. Even he had to succumb to fatigue at some point. He sounded like he had run for miles though was obviously pushing himself on for your benefit.

Instead of ceasing his tiring hand movements entirely, he switched hands. And that was when the heat in your stomach turned into a blazing inferno. He was much faster now. Applied more pressure. Your head fell back against the pillow with a cry. His cock was throbbing inside you at the sound.

“That feel good? Huh?” he practically moaned.

He left kisses across the stretch of your neck, running his tongue over the skin and leaving behind red marks.

“Yes!” you cried out.

Your entire body felt like it was being dipped into a white-hot flame of pleasure and the feeling was only increasing. It was clear Finnick felt the same way. His thrusts were becoming more frantic, he was cursing left and right, and he was practically pulsing inside you.

The heat in your stomach was overwhelming but you needed more.

“Finnick, I feel—I feel—” You couldn’t describe even it.

Finnick nodded, breathing heavily above you. God, he looked gorgeous. “You’re gonna come.”

Your half-lidded needy eyes met his. Something about him saying those words sent a wave of acceleration through your body. You hadn’t known what the edge was until you were on the brink of coming, and there was no stopping it. His cock plunged in and out, pushing deep inside you, practically rocketing your orgasm to the surface with each thrust. His fingers moved at such an intense pace you didn’t even know was physically possible.

As your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth fell open and every frantic breath, moan, and cry was able to escape. Finnick had the same problem. Fuck, he sounded so sexy, it only spurred you on.

Then it hit you all at once. “Fu—"

Every inch of your body tensed. You were sent into a space where white noise filled your hearing and bliss was all you knew. No pain. No sadness. Just ecstasy. Electric sparks jolted up and down your body, rising to your head, and causing you to see stars behind your closed eyes. Your moans were uncontrollable and desperate, voicing Finnick’s name over and over.

His thrusts were frenzied and sloppy, prolonging your orgasm as long as he could. He had lifted your lower back into an arch, enhancing the sensation coursing through your body. Your walls were clenching and pulsing around him, so much that he was abruptly thrown into his own high. His hips stuttered and eventually, his cock filled you as deep as he could, spurting out warm strings of white that coated your inner walls.

He collapsed on top of you, face buried in the crook of your neck. Your fingers wound into his hair, clinging to him as the aftershocks of your orgasm ravaged your body. Legs trembling and mouth panting, you lay there allowing yourself to regain your breath and ability to move.

After pressing a lazy kiss to your neck, Finnick slid off you, falling onto the bed beside you. Hopefully the towel was enough to save the silk sheets.

Now that you were resting, exhaustion had the chance to cloud your mind. You weren’t sure what the customs were after sex—whether you made conversation or simply went to sleep. The latter sounded pretty good though. A warm hand slipped beneath your back, turning your body sideways and pulling you so you were half strewn across Finnick’s chest and legs. You made no effort to resist.

Eyes closed, you listened to the heart beating inside his ribs. Thrumming intensely though starting to return to a normal rate.

“Are you okay?” he asked with a murmur, sounding utterly drained.

His thumb drew gentle patterns on the skin of your waist.

You nodded against his chest, remaining silent. After a little while you finally decided to speak. “I’m glad it was you.” And then after a few more moments of silence, you added, “I wish it was just you.”

You felt him press his lips to the top of your head. A long and emotional kiss. The whole reasoning behind losing your virginity returned to mind. It felt heavy, weighing down the atmosphere in the room. No matter how hard you tried to deny it, what was coming was inevitable. You wouldn’t get to stay with Finnick in this bed. You wouldn’t get to belong to him, or he you. You both belonged to the Capitol. To Snow. No matter how much you wished to belong to each other.

He whispered, “Me too.”

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[ficmenrhot]

Possession and Jealousy /drabble/

TW: slightly suggestive content, hickeys, possessive and jealous behaviours

A/N: OMG thanks everyone for the love on my last posts, maybe getting back into writing was the right thing to do :)

This is not smut BUT let’s talk about how possessive and jealous of a man Finnick Odair can be. Finnick Odair who can’t stand it when your attention is on another man for too long, even if that’s just you listening attentively to them talk. Finnick Odair whose eyes searches for you from the other side of the room to make sure you’re well and happy. Finnick Odair who feels a lump in his throat when he sees another man’s body pressed too closely to yours, even if it’s a close friend of yours or a tribute you’re training. Finnick Odair who grasps on his champagne glass so tightly it nearly shatters in his hands when he sees a hungry Capitol citizen staring you down and making you feel uncomfortable at a party. Finnick Odair who glares at oblivious men to tell them you’re taken and holds your waist to show possession. Finnick Odair who kisses you, well knowing that others are watching. Finnick Odair who loves to leave hickeys and love marks on your neck and collarbone.

“Finnick! Look at what you did to my neck,” you’d whine when you see his attack on your skin in the morning, “fuck- my stylist is going to kill me! You’re not a goddamn vampire.”

You’d throw a pillow at Finnick’s smug and smirking face, him laying on your shared bed, happily being scowled at by you.

“Well I think they make you even hotter, honey,” Finnick would wink at you.

At least now the other men in your life would know that you’re taken and that’s all that matters to him.

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[quicksilversg1rl]

if this man snuck up on me like this???

trust id be grinding my ass back on that dick like there’s no tomorrow 😭

i’ll be giving myself and that mf CARPERT BURN but idgaf🤣🤣

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[anglbby444]

Imagine Finnick eating you out…

Warnings ; smut, oral, soft dom!finnick, use of name “slut”, no y/n.

It all happened so quickly. One minute they were just getting home from dinner, and another minute, Finnick was squished between her thighs, tongue buried in her center. She didn’t mind it tho, as it was one of her favorite things he does to her.

With a lovesick grin on his face, hair stuck to his forehead, and eyes that were glossed over, he gently pushed her down onto the soft bed covered in a black velvet blanket. He smiled as he gave her a little kiss on her lips, trailing kisses down her neck. He gently sucked on a soft patch of skin that connected her shoulder to her neck. After a brief moment, he lifts his head from the spot he was kissing, pouting at the sight of the red and purple hickey he left. She knew he didn’t feel bad, because of that stupid smirk he had on his face.

He chuckled as he licked the red mark on her skin, his tongue gliding along the teeth marks he had left. Her back arched up into him, a soft moan leaving her lips. “So eager, aren’t you?” He smirked again, continuing his descent down her body. His kisses traveled down between her breasts, down her tummy, her thighs, eventually stopping at her ankle.

He looked up at her, nothing but lust behind his eyes. He never broke eye contact when he continued kissing up her thigh, using his hands to grab ahold of her legs and place them over his shoulder. His teeth softly grabbed onto the pair of panties she was wearing. He grinned as he slowly pulled them off of her, tossing them onto the floor. “Won’t be needing this pretty little piece of fabric, now will we?” He retorted playfully.

His mouth watered at the sight. God, she was just so pretty. His gaze kept jumping from her eyes, to her exposed core, back up again. It’s almost like he didn’t know where to look. He felt his cock grow harder the longer he looked at it. “Look at this pretty little pussy you’ve got…do you mind?” Finnick looked up at her with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, his golden tan skin glistened with sweat.

She smiled at him and nodded her head. And with that, Finnicks tongue was working its magic on her pretty pussy for what seemed like the most blissful eternity she could ever ask for. His soft chuckles vibrating into her skin, sending electric shocks to her core. His thick hands gently, but firmly, holding her legs apart as she tries to close them because it feels too good…but she never wanted it to end. She never wanted his strong arms to loosen their grip on her thighs, never ever.

His beautiful sea green eyes, glossed over with tears of pleasure, smirked up at her once more. “Gonna cum for me, huh pretty girl? Cmon, show me how much of a needy slut you are…” And, that she did. It was almost like his words were a command, that she had to follow. “Fuck, you taste so good.” He chuckled as he began to kiss up her body once more, letting her have a taste of herself. “Good, right?” They both giggled as their foreheads rested on the others. This was their happy place.

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[st0nesnglitter]

i’m on my knees PLEASE do reader realizing something non-sexual they do turns finnick on + him trying to deny it until he cracks 🤭🙏

Okay a little self-indulgent cause I’m an eyebrow scruncher (SUE ME I DARE YA)

this sucks

You were standing in the produce section of the grocery store, squinting your eyes to try and decipher Finnicks scrawly handwriting. As you see him come back with one liter of your milk you turn the list to him, looking up with a little line between your brows.

“Finn, what does it say here?” You ask, fingernail under the word.

But he seems lost for a couple of seconds, eyes big and glassy for just a beat, before shaking his head ever so slightly. He glances at the paper but quickly lifts his eyes back to your face.

“Um.. carrots” he mumbles.

You turn to go grab a bag of the vegetable but Finnick gets a hold of your wrist. His big hands take your face gently and kisses you, deeply. Way too passionate for a grocery run on a Wednesday. And when he pulls away he keeps his hands on your cheeks a little extra.

The incident leaves you wondering, but it isn’t until later you can connect the dots.

You were situated in your loveseat, wrapped in a blanket and a cup of tea forgotten beside you, reading your book. Finnick was in his opposite loveseat, eyes glancing over his book multiple times towards you. As you encountered a difficult sentence your eyebrows knitted together, re-reading it over and over.

You hear Finnick clear his throat, lifting your eyes to him with a tilt of your head.

“Something wrong, Finn?” You ask softly, placing down the book open in your lap as you reach over to draw shapes over his ankle.

“No, no.. just keep reading, sugar” he mumbles, golden cheeks tinged with pink.

So you do. But as you try to emerge into the writing you notice how Finnicks eyes doesn’t leave your face. So you close your book and sit up a little straighter.

“I can tell there’s something on your mind, Finn” you say, head tilted with a little crease between your brows.

He stares at you blankly for a moment, cheeks still flushed, before reaching up to scratch his neck.

“It’s just..” he starts “just when your brows scrunch together like that.. I-i don’t know”

You smile, very amused by his confession, and you place your hand back on his ankle.

“It turns you on?” You ask with a slight giggle, scrunching them together on purpose for him.

“Fuck off” Finnick scoffs, turning away from you with a slight pull on his pants.

“You can’t be serious!”

He looks at you with an annoyed little pout, dragging his finger over the back of your hand. You look down at his touch, then up at him again, eyes lingering on his groin. A not so subtle tent residing there.

“Really? Right now?” You ask him, shaking your head slightly, “you get that turned on?”

“Well shame on me for getting hard for my girlfriend!”

reqs are open

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[eufezco]

THREE LIES AT ONCE

FINNICK ODAIR X FEM!STYLIST!READER

this is based on a prompt from character.ai c:

SYNOPSIS -> You're his stylist and you discover bruises.

You liked it when Finnick visited the Capitol and Finnick hated doing it except for the fact that he knew you would be there.

You had already earned a reputation as a stylist in the Capitol when you two met. And it had been four years since Finnick won his games but President Snow had kept him close because nothing was more appealing than a charming boy in his twenties to the people of the Capitol.

You learned from the best. Cinna taught you everything he knew about fashion and then made you forget about it all so you could build your own style. It actually worked quite well because your designs were sold in the Capitol as if people needed them to live.

Your colors and characteristic shapes, your outrageous skirts, your long dresses, and your headdresses were worn by everyone, men and women fought over your designs and they spent all their savings on your clothes. President Snow was more than delighted with you, not only because his granddaughter deeply admired you but because you knew how to be liked, and he loved that about you.

That's why President Snow found the perfect match with Finnick and you and for once in his life, he did something right.

Finnick became your muse. From the moment you were introduced at the Capitol and you saw him walking towards you with those bright green eyes, his perfectly messy blonde hair, his tanned skin thanks to the way the sun in District 4, and his body that looked like it had been sculpted by the gods. You knew you never wanted to design anything else but for him.

―When did you arrive and how is it that you haven't come to see me earlier? ―You threw yourself into his arms, your fingers dug into his blond locks of hair. This was not the typical relationship that stylists used to have with their models but after working with him for a couple of years now, it was inevitable that some affection would grow between the two of you. Especially when, during his stays in the Capitol, you spent most of your time together. You were the only thing that kept him from going crazy.

He would sit and watch you while you sketched out his next outfit. You would share a drink and ask him questions about how his life was back in District 4. Finnick loved to talk about his home and you loved to imagine yourself there, in the places that Finnick described to you so precisely. The sea reaching your feet, the sun shining against your skin, the sound of seagulls flying across the bluest sky you had ever seen... And for some reason that you were still trying to figure out, every time you imagined yourself in one of those scenarios, he was by your side. District 4 seemed like a lovely place.

Finnick's arms wrapped around your waist while his face hid in the crook of your neck. He inhaled your familiar scent when you hugged, too sweet for the Capitol, not like the perfume people there used to keep up with their continuous call for attention.

―Yesterday but I was too tired from the trip.

That was the first lie that Finnick told you that night.

There was an expression of relief on your face with something like a small smile on your lips, grateful to see him again after such a long time and when everything in your life was chaos thanks to the preparation of the next games. Your eyes were closed, enjoying him holding you until you heard him say those words and then they opened in a combination of surprise and confusion.

―Don't think that being tired is an excuse for not coming to see me, Finnick Odair. That should always be the first thing you do as soon as you set foot here. ―You said, still thinking about why would he lie to you.

You moved apart from the hug and Finnick had a big smile on his lips that inevitably made you smile too. ―I'm sorry. ―He apologized.

―You better be. But now I need you to tell me if you like it.

You turned to grab your notebook and showed him the sketch you drew. Finnick took the notebook from your hands so he could take a better look and admire every detail.

―This is beautiful. You're an artist. I doubt there is anyone half as good as you in the whole Panem.

―Oh, there's Cinna. I haven't managed to dethrone him yet.

―Come on, you outdid Cinna a long time ago. He says so himself. The student surpassed the master, there's nothing wrong with that.

You shook your head and said nothing. Finnick rolled his eyes, he knew you didn't like hearing from him or anyone else that you were better than Cinna. Not even when Cinna himself tells you.

―Have you started sewing it yet? Can I see it?

―That's why I needed to see you. I haven't started yet because I need to measure you again. The last time you wore one of my garments it was too tight. I don't want to risk it not fitting you this time. ―You grabbed the measuring tape and pins from the table in your studio, full of fabrics and patterns for the new tributes. Cinna had given you his notebook with some beautiful sketches and had told you that he needed something similar but for the male tribute, a guy named Peeta Mellark from District 12, and you had been working day and night to meet Cinna's expectations. ―The robe is behind the dressing screen.

―Yes ma'am.

Finnick walked over without saying another word. You admired his figure as he walked away. Finnick's back was twice as wide as when you met him, his arms had grown stronger, now you could identify each of the muscles in them and his legs had also doubled in size, unfortunately, Finnick loved to wear long skirts, if it were up to you he would be showing them all the time. The features of his face had also changed, now they were more pronounced. Finnick's dimples were more visible and his jaw was so sharp you'd swear if you slid your finger along it you'd cut yourself.

―This looks great on you. I don't know why I try to design you something new every time. I should let you go around with that.

Finnick shook his head, failing in his attempt not to laugh at your stupid joke. ―You are not only the best designer but also the funniest one, huh?

You rolled your eyes. Finnick knew you didn't like it when he told you that and he did it on purpose to tease you. ―Come on, take it off.

Finnick stood before the mirror as you stood behind him. Once he slipped it off, you gasped and jumped back, horrified.

―Gosh, Finnick, what is this? ―You took a few steps backward at the sight of the bruises that trailed down his back. By their bright red color you would say were rather recent. You didn't know how to react, you were petrified staring at his back.

Finnick smiled, dismissing what you just saw with practiced charm. ―Ah, just a little souvenir. My lovers like to play rough. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it.

That was the second lie Finnick told you that night.

Finnick's chest was heavy but he was trying to keep his cool. He had assumed that by the time the two of you saw each other the wounds would have healed, besides the fact that he didn't think he would have to undress in front of you.

―Your lovers? This absolute atrocity was done by one of your lovers?

―They were probably just a little too... enthusiastic. Besides, I don't have a problem with it, I like it. My skin heals fast so I'll be all good in no time.

And that was the third lie. His skin did not heal fast. You had always told him off for coming to dress rehearsals all bruised up from his training sessions and those bruises had lasted for days. These new ones were sure to stay on his skin for at least a month.

―How can some one like this?

Finnick could hear the disdain in your voice. You should be disgusted, horrified and definitely judging him, but don't worry, so was he.

―Honey, if you don't understand it's not my problem.

―No, you're right. I don't understand. I don't think you enjoyed that.

―Oh, you're gonna tell me what I can or cannot enjoy?

―Have you seen your back? Have you seen how bad this looks?

Finnick chuckled. ―I don't know why you're making such a big deal out of this. Do you need all the details? Is the life of a stylist so boring?

―Finnick, listen to me. I don't want all the details I want the truth, and now it's the perfect time to start. ―You said. You grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him around to look at you. Finnick groaned as your hands were placed on his shoulders and when he stood face to face with you, he could see how upset you were.

―I don't know what you're talking about. ―He bit the inside of his cheeks, that was just what he had been told, not to tell anyone the truth about what had happened. He saw you roll your eyes and let all the air out of your body through your mouth, annoyed.

―I know that you didn't arrive yesterday. Cinna told me. Do you really think you can go unnoticed? Here? And I know for a fact that those bruises are not from one of your lovers, let alone that they were done to you a couple of days ago.

Finnick swallowed, looking at you with his head held high. He tried to keep the smile on his lips, pretending that everything was okay, that he did enjoy it when those bruises were inflicted on him, but his lower lip betrayed him and began to tremble. You bent down to pick up the robe and carefully threw it over his shoulders so he wouldn't feel so exposed. Finnick's head was bowed. You lifted it using your thumb and index finger on his chin very gently.

―I need you to tell me who did this to you. I can't help you if you don't tell me.

Finnick chuckled amid the sadness and shame he was feeling. ―Help me? You can't help me.

―I'm sure there's something I can do. I could―.

―They were Peacekeepers following Snow's orders.

Your jaw dropped and your heart rate accelerated. It was the first time that Finnick was admitting that to someone. It had been impossible to tell anyone, let alone a citizen of the Capitol like you. Finnick couldn't possibly admit that without compromising his carefully cultivated image. Besides, if he made himself out to be a victim, the Capitol would never allow someone they saw as weak to perform the role of the Golden Boy and all the people he cared about in District 4 would die. At that moment you realized that all the times he showed up at your studio claiming that his injuries were from training were not true and you felt sick to your stomach.

―How did it happen? ―You asked, swallowing the lump that had formed in your throat

―I tried to leave the Capitol. Before I could get on the train back to District 4 I was arrested by Peacekeepers and they took me to Snow's mansion. A lot of people came and when I refused to see them... I've been locked up there since then, that's why I couldn't come to see you earlier.

You shook your head, feeling awful. ―Don't worry about it, Finnick. I'm so sorry this is happening to you. ―Your stomach complained and begged your brain to stop imagining everything that Finnick would have been put through since then. The beatings, the strangers paying to sneak into his bed, the Peacekeepers bursting into his room and leaving him bleeding on the floor...

―Snow likes me. There has to be something I can do for you.

―You don't understand. It's not something that I can quit.

―I can spend all day designing and sewing to pay Snow the money he would make with you. I can talk to Cinna to raise the price of our designs. People here are rotten with money, they'll keep buying them anyway.

―It's not that simple. You can't just buy my freedom.

―Has anyone tried before?

Finnick thought about it and shook his head. ―Snow wouldn't allow that to happen. ―You ran your hand over your face in despair, not knowing what else to do to help him and feeling a responsibility to do something about it. You were the citizen of the Capitol, the one who had superior status and the favor of Snow, there must be something you could do.

―What if I buy you?

Finnick's eyes widened in surprise. ―Buy me?

You nodded and realized how bad that sounded. ―But not in like, a slave type of way. Gosh that sounded awful. I would just― Do it so you can live your life in your district. I wouldn't― keep you here, no. You'd just have to come to the Capitol a couple of times, make a few public appearances, and leave again.

―Why would you do that for me?

You bit the inside of your cheeks and nodded. ―You're my friend. I care about you.

You had managed to give him something he had long been missing. Hope. Maybe what you wanted to do would work or maybe not but at that moment Finnick felt that someone cared and that gave him hope that everything would work out.

Finnick took a step forward and placed his hands on your cheeks. He leaned in slightly and connected his lips with yours. Your hands ended up resting against his warm bare chest, closing your eyes and allowing him to kiss you. You knew it was the emotion of the moment, the adrenaline rush of knowing that maybe he could live his life in peace. You had given him hope and he was happy that someone had shed some light on his situation.

When you parted ways after the kiss, you both were smiling.

―Go and put your pants on, I'll treat your bruises.

―Do you know how?

―Well, not really, but I'm not short of needle and thread and I still have some alcohol from last night.

Finnick pressed his lips together and nodded. That would work. He walked to the dressing screen and you watched him as he walked away in the mirror's reflection. Before hiding behind the dressing screen, he said something that lit up a flame in your heart and made butterflies flutter in your stomach.

―I wish you would come with me to District 4.

my requests for the hunger games are open 📥

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[janitorhutcherson]

finnick odair x bunny!reader (fluff)

just some silly fluff hcs. finally feeding u guys finnick content too. not literal bunny, btw. pet name bunny!! :p plz enjoy!!! it’s short oopsies.

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finnick odair and bunny!reader are the absolute best pair. finnick isn’t typically a gentle person. he is elegant, handsome, masculine, but he’s cocky and quick witted, something that can come off as arrogant rather than charming. with you, however, he can’t help but melt into a pile of mush.

finnick had started calling you bunny one day by a fluke. you two had been calling each other assortments of strange pet names, such as ‘bear’ or turtle’. that was, until, finnick froze, his expression softening as the corners of his lips turned up. “bunny,” was all he said, quietly, his voice laced with honey and love. you cocked your head to the side, eyebrows furrowed. “bunny, it’s perfect for you,” he chuckled, leaning forward and rubbing his nose against yours.

after that, the rest was history. finnick didn’t use baby or honey or love much, but instead, he always used bunny. you never even heard your real name from his lips unless it was serious. he’d thought it was so perfect for you. your eyes were soft and round, like a bunny’s. your skin was soft, smooth, and you loved to be caressed and pet. your nose would twitch and you’d loved nothing more than to be cuddled, kissed, but only on your own time. you were moody much like one too, your mood swings similar to the way a bunny may stomp if they’ve not gotten their way.

you adopted the role pretty easily, leaning into him every time he’d say the word. “bunny,” he’d say so quietly, his eyes inviting you to come lay beside him on the bed, and you’d do just that. it was like a command almost, something that fell from his lips in order to remind you that you were his in a way so unique that no one else would get it. you were his bunny. he’d get you bunny ears, shirts with bunnies on them, little shorts that had lace on the hems and bunnies on the thighs or hoodies with bunny ear hoods. he loved to see you in them. he felt it was so fitting.

at night he couldn’t help but to admire you while you slept in his arms, his eyes tracing your body, your mouth slightly open as soft little snores slipped out of your mouth. you were perfect, his bunny, his angel that fit right into the crook of his arm like a puzzle piece. he’d curled up in front of you now, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest. he pulled the blankets up to your shoulders, pressing a kiss to your cheek before nuzzling his chin onto the top of your head. “goodnight, sleep tight, my lil bunny…” was the last thing he whispered before his own eyes fluttered closed, his arms warm and his heart fuzzier with love than the coat of a rabbit.

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[slutforfinnickodair]

taking finnick odair requests currently! <3

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[andy-15-07]

Masterlist

Since I met you

SUMMARY : When a student meets a famous actor, what can happen? They fall in love, they don't care what the world says about them, they swear their love and that they will be next to each other regardless of the situation.

The story follows the beginning and formation of the love story of Sam and Andrea.

Sam Claflin x oc!reader

Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 |

Imagines

Sam Claflin Imagines

Our life together

Finnick Odair Imagines

After all we are a family

Tom Blyth Imagines

Peaceful Morning

A new chapter

Coriolanus Snow Imagines

Our joy

Us and our children

Our Love

Night Change

Our legacy begins

Masterlist 2

Rudy Pankow imagines

Family love

Chase Stokes Imagines

Weathering the Storm

Unexpected Encounters | part 2

Sweet Dreams - John B

Drew Starkey Imagines

Lazy day ~ Rafe Cameron

Just me and you ~Rafe Cameron

Happy couple

A Glimpse into Tomorrow

A Family's Love

Stage of Love

Babysitting and decisions

Midnight Revelations

A true love

masterlist ! pairing: Drew Starkey x reader x Rudy Pankow

Hearts Aligned - Rudy ,Drew and Y/n are confessing their love for each other

Comfort in Caring - Drew and Rudy take care of their girlfriend during her period

Sweet moments- Cooking together creates beautiful memories, especially with the people you love

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[mystargirl-interlude]

hi I got a Sam claflin x fem!reader fluffy smut coming soon here’s a lil peak 🫀🫀

“Sam, Sam we have to go outside, quick before it’s over!” You say jumping up and down He picks you up throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of flour taking you outside. Immediately met with the warm sun and cool rain Sam puts you down as you both get soaked in the rain water. Your pink nightgown begins to stick to your body emphasizing your figure, Sam takes his shirt off once it begins to get wet throwing it off to the side He picks you up once more placing you onto the pool chair before crawling on top of you. Coming down to kiss your lips “so” kiss “fucking” kiss “beautiful” he says before fully kissing you knocking the wind out of your lungs Tongues brushing up against each other you wrap your legs around his waist pulling him in as close as possible, the mixture of the cold rain with warm sun feels like heaven Thrusting your hips up to grind against his now hard cock a loud whine leaves your swollen lips

I hate Tumblr it won’t let me separate the paragraphs so it’s all one cluster and it looks shitty

k bye

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[patdkoala]

Part Two: New Neighbor

Pairing: Sam Claflin x female reader

warnings: Smut, nickname use (baby, honey I love Harry Styles), riding, unprotected p in v, cumming inside, bottom!Sam

Sam and I visit each other all the time now that we are close to each other.

There was even talk of taking down the one main wall that connects our two apartments. That way we would have just one big apartment.

Sam used his big-time Hollywood pretty boy actor face to convince our landlady into letting me do what I want.

She still hasn't had the time or money to fix the building's washer and dryer.

I was carrying my large bag of laundry down the stairs into the creepy cellar room that holds the washer and dryer captive.

"Fancy seeing you here," I said to Sam as I walked in and saw him standing in the room at one of the tables folding what looks like dress pants.

"Why do you say that?" He asked as he smiled his cheesy grin at me,

"Because I just assumed that Sam Claflin the pretty boy actor has someone else to do his laundry for him."

"I prefer to do my own laundry so that I know where everything is," He said as I looked over and saw his pile of clothes all in perfect stacks corresponding to what each clothing item was.

One pile for shirts, one for pants, one for socks, one for underwear, and one for miscellaneous items.

"Why are you carrying a trash bag? The trash shoot is in the other room," He said as I looked and realized my laundry bag is in fact just a large black trash bag.

"No, these are my dirty clothes. I'm not living off of Daisy Jones money so I have to use a trash bag for my clothes. And guess what the real kicker is. When these clothes are clean they get put back in the trash bag and I just pray the bag doesn't rip."

He laughed as I then I picked up my trash bag and put it on the table next to his neat piles, slightly jostling the piles.

We stood there in silence and did our laundry together.

"Do you have any plans tonight?" I asked as Sam looked up at me with the most puppy-like eyes I have ever seen in my entire life.

"Uh, no. Why? Are you asking me out?"

"God no. Not out, at least. I'm asking you if you'd want to stop by my place tonight and get a bite. I was thinking of ordering something nice tonight."

"Sounds great. What's the occasion?"

"I sold one of my books to a publisher and I figured we should celebrate since I wrote some bits of it about my new neighbor, Sam Claflin."

"You wrote a book about me?"

"No, I wrote a book about the people I meet and you just happened to show up in part of it," I said as I threw some clothes in the washer.

"I'll have dinner with you but only if you let me pick what movie we watch because you never let me pick anymore," He said which was true.

Sam and I have been spending most nights together after our first quote on quote date.

We aren't a couple but we have grown pretty close to each other.

He insisted on showing me romance movies since I shared how much I despised them when we first met.

"You just haven't seen the right ones," Is all he had to say about it. Before I knew it, we were hopping back and forth between apartments watching every rom-com that Sam thought I would like.

We found a few that I did end up liking.

"Fine. But, you have to tell me what type of movie we are going to watch," Sam said as I smirked at him.

"Don't tell me, Sam Claflin is scared of horror movies."

"I'm not, I just am not too fond of them," He said as he everted his eyes at me so I couldn't see that he was lying.

"Well, I will see you later. I was just coming down here to drop my laundry off. I will see you later, Sam Claflin," I said as he smiled at me and then he just continued to fold his clothes.

I went upstairs to get ready. I brushed my teeth and hair after taking an EVERYTHING shower. (Ifykyk)

I then called Sam and asked what he wanted for dinner. He said Chinese so I went on doordash and ordered some.

I made the couch all nice and then I sat on it and waited for Sam to knock on my door three times like he always did.

"Come in!" I yelled as I stood up and Sam opened the door since I left it unlocked for him.

"Wow, this place looks great."

"Yeah, I cleaned up a bit," I said as I played with the ends of my hair.

"It smells good in here too. Did you light a candle?" He asked as he looked around trying to find a flame.

I shook my head. "No, why? What does it smell like?"

"Vanilla and cucumber," He said as I then sniffed myself and realized he was smelling me because I had just showered and let the apartment get all steamy. The scent probably lingered.

"Oh, you must be smelling me. I showered. Who knew a pretty boy actor like you had such a good sense of smell," I said as he walked over to me and leaned in close.

I swear to God. Sam Claflin was sniffing me.

"You smell amazing. This apartment looks amazing."

I just looked up at him into his beautiful green eyes. "What are we doing here?" I asked as I leaned into him but not touching him, just leaned close enough to be near him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," He lied. I knew he was lying because he everted his eyes again. He can never look at me when he's lying.

I grabbed onto his chin with my thumb and index finger. I moved his face to look me in the eyes.

"Tell me what we are doing here," I said again.

This time, he didn't say anything. Instead, he leaned closer filling that final amount of space left between the two of us. He kissed me so deeply and passionately.

His hand found its way into my hair where it seemingly got lost and tangled.

My hands found their way to his face where I cupped his jaw and pulled him closer to me to fill any unwanted gaps.

"Uhm, excuse me. Where do you want me to put this?" The Doordash guy asked as he walked up to the door, which was still left open thanks to Sam.

Sam and I broke apart from our kiss and Sam walked over to the guy and took the bag of food. Sam then dug into his pocket and pulled out a 20 handing it to the guy.

"Thanks have a nice- Holy shit. You're Finnick Odair!" The guy yelled at Sam as he took the 20.

"Yeah, I am. Thank you for delivering my food," Sam said trying to get this guy to leave. "Have a nice day and drive safe."

"Hey, man. Do you think I can get a picture with you? My girl is gonna freak," He asked as he took out his phone.

"Sure, just promise me you won't come back here again," Sam said as the guy shook his head. "No, of course. I would never do that."

Sam nodded and then put his arm around the guy getting ready for a selfie.

"Oh, do you mind taking it of us?" The guy asked me as I rolled my eyes and then took the phone from the guy.

"Okay, everyone say Cheese!" I said as Sam smiled comically big next to the delivery man. I took one picture and then handed the phone back to the guy and he left.

Sam set the food on the kitchen table and I went and sat down on the couch trying to catch my thoughts on what had just happened before the guy showed up.

I kissed Sam Claflin. Pretty actor boy Sam Claflin.

"Nice, you got a lot of good stuff," Sam said as he took out each item that was in the bag.

"Are we just going to ignore what happened?"

"I get a lot of fans like that all the time. Don't worry he won't come back here. And even if he does, I can just call my security guy and ask him to stay here a couple of nights," Sam said as I just sat there looking dumbfounded.

"No, I- wait what? No. I meant the kiss. Are we going to ignore that we just kissed?"

"No, I wasn't planning on ignoring our kiss. I just would like to eat the food while it's still hot. We can kiss again later," He said as he got a plate filled up with food.

"So, you want to kiss me again?"

"Of course I do," He said as he sat down next to me and started eating. "So, what movie did you pick out?"

We ate and talked and laughed while watching Scream. It's my favorite horror film and I knew Sam would be scared the whole time and I enjoyed the thought of comforting him.

We started to move closer and closer to each other. Soon enough I felt one of his hands on my lap. Underneath the blanket.

"What are you doing?" I asked as I kept my eyes laser focused on the movie.

"Watching the movie. What does it look like I'm doing?" He asked as I looked down at my lap and saw the blanket move. I saw his hands reach further up.

"Sam, please," I slightly moaned out as he touched my inner thigh.

"Use your words, honey," He said as I melted into his touch along with his words.

"Please, fuck me, Sam."

"As you wish."

He then pulled me by the waist and had me in his lap facing him. My legs were wrapped around him and I tangled my fingers into the root of his hair as he moaned into my mouth and our kiss deepened.

He removed my shirt and tossed it across the room. I then removed his and did the same. A small giggle escaped from his lips. I stole the giggle by entrapping my mouth onto his.

His hands found their way onto the clasps of my bra and he quickly took it off in less than a minute. I can't even get my own bra off in 5 minutes.

He left hickeys all over my chest and neck. Good thing I don't leave the apartment because if I do then people would see all the markings that he was leaving on me. Like he was a dog and I was his tree.

He moved us so that he was on top of me and we were horizontal on the couch.

He was wearing a simple gold necklace and it hovered above my face as he kissed up and down my body.

He started to remove my pants and I slid them off with ease. He started to undo his jeans and as he was sitting over me I traced my fingers along the beautiful tattoos painted across his chest.

"Is this okay, honey?"

He was moving closer to being inside of me. "Yes. Everything you do is okay with me," I said as he smiled at me softly and then before I knew it.

Sam Claflin was inside of me.

We both moaned out at the feeling of each other.

"Oh, honey. I can't believe you feel this good," He moaned as he slid a finger inside of me along with everything else going on.

We went on like that on the couch for a solid 5 minutes but then he got off of me.

"Why'd you stop? What's wrong?" I asked as I sat up on the couch, reaching for a blanket because I was just sitting there completely naked.

"I'm too old to be fucking you on the couch like this. My back is about to give out and not in a good way," He said as I nodded and then wandered off.

"Uhm, where's your bedroom?" He asked as I smiled and stood up, taking the blanket with me, and dragged him into my bedroom.

I got a new bed and it's a slightly bigger bed with a nice wooden frame that I painted to make me feel like it wasn't the cheapest one I could find in IKEA.

He got in bed first. And I mean IN bed.

He got under the covers. Might I mention this guy was also naked,

Sam Claflin, fully in the nude, and in my bed.

"Oh, are we going to bed now?" I asked as he put his arms behind his head.

He looks so yummy. Lying in my bed. Arms behind his head. The only thing he is wearing is a simple gold necklace with a small charm.

I crawled onto the bed and got on top of his lap. I was sitting on his lap just far up on his waist enough to feel his raging boner under me.

"Please, honey," He moaned out as I touched his face gently.

"Use your words, baby," I said as I reached down and gently rubbed him.

"Please, (Y/N)," He said as I then got under the covers and straight up sat on his dick.

He and I both moaned as I rode him.

I held onto the headboard behind him and he held onto my hips, trying to steady me.

"Oh, fuck," He moaned as he bit his lip. I leaned forward and kissed him. I bit his lip as we released our mouths from each other.

"Honey, I'm close," He said as I moved in a faster motion and felt every bit of him hit me in all the right places.

"Don't stop, please baby," He said in a sort of whimper.

I came on his dick and then I felt him release in spurts shortly after.

He pulled me off of him after a few minutes of me just sitting on him panting like crazy together.

He held me close to his chest and I continued to trace his tattoo with my finger. He held my other hand and clasped it tight.

"There is no way I'm ever letting you go," He said as I pushed him off of me and started to get dressed.

"Wait, did I do something wrong? Why are you leaving?"

"I have to go finish my laundry," I said as he smiled. "Wanna join me?"

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