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you look perfect underneath finn. knees to your chest, pussy taking him with ease, fucked out of your mind, and gasping incoherent moans.

“look at you, a complete mess for me. you like being used, dont you?”

finn thrusts arent shallow, they never were. he always forces you to take him whole, rolling his hips with purpose. displease you is the last thing he wants to do.

finn never allows himself to get sloppy. he always finds a way to keep his stamina going by abusing his bottled up stress to fuel his drive.

finns consistent, never slowing down nor getting lazy with it. his hands busy, always roam your body, squeezing the cute fat of your tummy and breasts, and holding your thighs down when you cant do it yourself no more.

youre perfect underneath finn. perfect when displaying your aching pussy. perfect when your knees are pressed to your chest. absolutely breath taking when your fucked out of your mind.

“yeah, you like it.”

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on hot and summer days, finn cant help but get thirsty. typically, finn would take a nice long sip from an icy cold waterbottle he carries around, but thats boring. who would willingly want to drink plain water?

“finn?” you always found it a bit odd how he always seems to suggest attaching himself to your chest. rather than cooling down, he tends to heats up all over and grind his bulge against you while trying to milk you. “finnie, nothings going to come out…”

ignoring you, he sucks harder on your nipple. since when has the impossible ever stopped finn? logic has never meant much of anything to him. so what if nothing comes out, he’ll just continue to suck on your nips harder until they get all sore and tender.

and even then, he wont stop. finn would just hold you down with his bodyweight, feeling you squirm under him, defenseless and useless. all you are to him is a quick drink, even if you dont ever serve him.

I have no idea how to capture the vibe for knots and hands but im going to try just for you anon <3

✩°｡tame⋆. f.wolfhard smut ₊˚

the harsh treatment never stops. one act of disobedience from you, and youre tugged straight to bed by finns firm grip on your hair.

“youre a playful little bunny, arent you?”

punishments arent his favorite, they never are. it hurts finn more than it hurts you. knowing that the only way to get you to listen is by having to get rough with you doesnt feel right. finns heart aches just as much as his cock does when he whips his belt straight across your naughty bum.

“count.”

spanking never seems to be an effective punishment. its always temporary, lasting maybe a day or two before you tick him off again and get punished.

at some point, finn might just end up raising suspicion and assume you purposely act out just to get disciplined by him. but you wouldnt do that. youre his sweet, innocent, dumb bunny who just cant control themselves. but just because you can handle yourself, it doesnt mean finn cant handle you either.

youre tamable. you are made to be tamed, specifically by finn.

if you cant learn from his weak punishments of hours of spanking, then finn will just have to get crueler with his punishments. meaner than just leaving your bum raw, sore, and red. maybe that will finally teach you a lesson. maybe then the untamable bunny will finally learn to respect their owner.

“stop… a-ah… too much…”

finns melodic voice goes in one ear and out the other. he’s insane if he thinks youre stopping this early.

“seriously,” his cute little sniffles fog your mind and echo shamelessly. “I cant take more…”

his tear stained cheeks flush your cheeks. its crazy how even when finn submits, he still somehow manages to make you weak at the knees.

but thats nothing. it doesnt mean anything to you. you continue to pound into finns loosening hole. continue to force more of yourself in him, claiming and pleasing his prostate for your pleasure, not his.

his protest wont stop you, nothing will. youre not going to finish pounding finn until hes crumbling fully, giving dry after dry orgasm. he exists for your pleasure, not the other way around. finn belongs to you. hes your toy. your hole to fuck ruthlessly.

I aint never leaving bae… special cockwarming fluff just for you anon!!

✩°｡five minutes 𓏲⋆. f.wolfhard smut 𖦹 ₊˚

youve been planted down on finns cock since early morning. for the past hour and a half, your warmth has been wrapped still around his length. your bodies were as close as you two could possibly be, chest to chest, and on his lap.

taking finn whole was never an easy task for you. the girth and length of his cock was one what exceeds your limits, but it was something both of you learned to not mind much on casual day.

finns gentle fingers traced careful figures on your back, “you know we need to get up soon, right?” the tenderness tease in his voice never once failed to bring up a blush on you.

sluggishly, acting as if you just woke up, “give me like five more minutes…”

“fine, five. but when those five are up, so am I.” finns words held up no proper threat. both of you knew that once those five minutes hit, youre both going to ignore it, acting as if you didnt even hear it.

theres something finn likes about the way your delicate lips wrap themselves our his tip. he wont admit it himself but, finn has a slight obsession with the ritualistic way you suck him off.

you never give it to him straight away, you always have to start by teasing him with your freshly swollen, red, kissed lips. the kisses trail down him unexpectedly, never going through the same path, but still always having the same destination. from his lips, to his jaw, his neck, collarbones, shoulders, chest, abdomen, pelvis, and finally down to his groin.

and yet, you dont give it to him immediately. you make him wait. you make finn build up his desperate need for you. make his raging hard cock leak more that it already is. make it twitch aggressively as if trying to reach out for your touch.

your hands ghost over his pale skin, gently tickling his inner thighs as if caressing them like a sacred perfectly preserved sculpted piece of art finn is.

light kisses press around the exact same delicate places that earn a reaction from finn. never once has this specific part of your choreography changed. these sensitive spots on finns thighs bring out the sweetest whimpers from him. needy, whiny, and lewd. finns hips always buck up during, attempting to remind you through your ritualistic kisses which part of him truly needs you the most.

and still, you make him old on a little longer. taking advantage of finns vulnerable position, you hook your arms under his thighs and slowly nuzzle your face between his thighs and right on his balls. the constant neglect of his cock makes finns whines and cries grow louder, but that doesnt stop you. your nose digs and grinds against his testicles, inhaling his musky scent that never fails to drive you crazy. you pull away with a deep hum, and finally stare up at finn.

his eyes swollen, red, and streaming, mirroring his cock. your choreographed teasing successfully made finn as achingly needy as you wanted him to be. its then when you decide to give finn a piece of what he wants.

a light and painfully small lick grazed over his tip. its almost immediately that finn mutters out incoherent yeses. your eyes never leave his half lidded one as your slick tongue circles around his tip. you pout your lips and pathetically spit on his cock, mocking the submissiveness he swears doesnt exist.

finally, thats when you give in and blow him. your torturous teasing isnt tossed out the window, rather partly intergraded into your oral work. your slow, agonizing pace stays the same, as well as your arms that force his legs wider than he can hold. your eyes put on his, never leaving even after he throws his head back, forth, and side to side.

“d-dont stop… im gonna- nghhh~!!”

finns cock splurges its salty seed all over your mouth. it weights down on your tongue, and drips onto his member when you part your lips and stick out your muscle. this is finns second favorite thing from getting sucked off by you, seeing his cum that covers the roof, sides, and floor of your mouth and slowly drop in thick clumps right onto his cock.

finn can be a little mean sometimes, but that doesnt mean he doesnt love you. youre his world, his love, his everything. you should know better than to provoke him with your naughty little actions. theres a reason he ties you up, edges you for hours, and slaps your soft sensitive core harshly. how else will you ever learn if finn doesnt punish you for what you do to him?

its not finns fault his precious, little, innocent, angel is too dumb to notice the raging boner you gave him from just bending over to pluck a flower off the ground. how were you supposed to know that your cute bum was going to stick out and make him act out?

no wonder youre getting punished, “you did this on purpose, didnt you? bending over, showing off those cute panties to me, and expecting me to just ignore it. youre a filthy little slut, you know? all you ever do is make me hard. bet you do it just so i can ruin you, isnt that right, bunny?” finns dark lustful chuckle is one that will permanently be engraved in your mind. “youre so shameless. my shameless little bunny needs be taught a lesson.”

finns mocking tone does nothing but encourage the tears streaming down your face. his slaps on your pussy continue getting harsher and harsher, become increasingly harder to endure. “‘m sorry, finnie…” your chocked out pathetic sorry doesnt change anything, you both know that. and yet, you whimper it out anyway knowing it at least fuels his ego and the power he has over you.

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♡ 06 • she/her • #37 certified finn fangirl°୭̥

°₊· ive been writing ffs for roughly five year now ♡ but just recently (since mid last year) have i been writing smut⋆⑅˚₊

࣭⸰·˚ currently i write a bunch of finn wolfhard ♡ im down to write about his characters too but i dont have any bright idea on where to start soooo‧⁺◟* for now finn it is ৎ୭

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finns hands are not like yours. theyre longer, thinner, and paler. the bones protrude and the veins pop out. the skin of his knuckles and joints strain over them, making his prominent slim hands appear sharper.

finns short nails grazed along your thigh, leaving ghostly red streaks in its place. slowly, his hands crawled back up, finding its place in the heat of your core where you needed him the most. his palm hovered over your panties, cupping slightly before pulling away.

your breathed hitched as the gentleness of finns fingers wrapped themselves around your neck. his hand slid up with steady aggression, the friction tugging at your skin, and threatening you into pushing your head back. bruises were sure to be left as finn gripped your jaw and forced your mouth open. once again, his hand pulled away. the lack of contact didnt last long before… SMACK! finns hand crashed harsh enough to leave a stinging mark across your cheek.

with the gasp you let out, finn took it as an opportunity to stick his thumb in your mouth. almost immediately did your tongue start to swirl around his it like it was second nature. “you’ll take anything I give you, wont you, darling?”

from your lips to his tip, spit dribbled down and coated finns cock. it mixed with his precum, rolling off his tip and down his shaft. your fingertip trailed along his vein, tickling his skin and making him squirm. “come on,” finn pants “put it in your mouth already…” your tongue darted out and licked a painfully slow stripe up finns shaft and to his tip. he continued to leak, and leak, and leak. your lips wet and apart, giving sloppy and messy kisses to every part of his cock except where he wanted you the most, his tip. finns cock twitches, covered in pre and drool. “put it in your mouth before I stick it in there…” the desperation in his voice thick.

finns lips grazed over your chest. his soft plump lips agape as he exhaled his warm breath against you. your skin felt tingly as goosebumps spread throughout your chest in response. finn stuck out his tongue and slowly slid it flat against your nipple. he pulled away slightly before coming back in to circle his warm, wet muscle along your hard nub. finn curled his tongue and brought your nipple between his teeth, sinking them slightly to make your back arch closer into his mouth. finn slowly pulled away, your nipple dragging along before tugging back to your chest, glistening wet with his now cooling down spit.

you dont want to break up with finn. you cant and you just wont. hes been there for you through your ups and downs, lefts and rights, and ins and outs. is there any possible way you hold on to him any further? maybe until october. theres more than enough time until them. you could be his ride or die, and finn can stay the love of your life. just for a while you want to hold onto him before youre forced to let go of each other. itll will be alright.

you two can forget about the lingering sorrow. drown them out with the quiet crying sex that once made you scream. choose to focus only on finn slowly rolling his hips against yours. feeling his gentle hands travel up from your waist, across your chest, and to your neck.

finn mirrors your crying mess, his tears falling from his eyes, and down to your cheek. they sink deep into your pores, as if trying to cling on to and claim whatever is left of you. all finn wants is to turn back time. to go back to when nobody knew of your relationship. to when he couldnt even call your name without raising suspicion. though the era was restrictive, it felt more liberating than now.

“please… i cant hold back any longer…” finns voice came out in broken syllables as his tears rolled down his cheeks. “i- ngghhh… need to…” his back arched aggressively off your chest as he stuttered out claims. his whimpers rung back in forth in your ears. the desperation to let go of the orgasm youve been building on him for the past hour kept you full. full of charge, and dominance. you had all the power to just stop it then and there, to leave finn crying, begging for more. the way finns voice would crack, whimpering “you cant just leave me like this…. you cant do this to me…” as you pulled your hand away from him sent shivers down your spine.

theres so much to live for. whats commitment at finns age? theres so much he can do with all the awaiting hours left to come until hes forced to settle down. finn can just play with you for hours on end, take his time pumping his fingers in your cunt, and whispering degrading nothings to your ears without having to face the responsibility of a relationship.

at the end of the day, youre just a hook up to him. a hookup he taught how to grip his cock tightly enough for him. finns not serious about you. he just know what personality techniques work well enough to get in your panties. you arent very smart, and he likes that. a dummy like you doesnt need a mature relationship to spread your legs open. finn knows all you want is more of his cock. his cock that you became perfectly crafted for in the passing times of your regular hookups.

whats the point of getting in a relationship when all there is the pressure of playing a front one assumes the other person will love? why should finn bother being serious when he’s finally getting the one thing hes been wanted since he hit puberty? finns finally getting a tight wet cunt to fuck with no strings attached. why would he risk throwing it all away by getting serious with you? all you are is a hole for him. nothing more, and probably less.

“just enjoy what im giving you. thats all that cock-drunk brain of yours is good for, huh?” finn continuesly to pounds away, your slur moans just encouraging him even further, reminding him how much of a desperate whore you are just for him.