#dolly!reader

"that's it baby, no more sass now, hm?" he mutters, while he leans his head back against the couch almost lazily, as he watched you straddling his lap, a huge contrast to his big, warm hands on your body. one was gripping your thigh and the other one was buried two fingers deep inside your pretty pussy, pumping in and out almost mercilessly.

finnick had been trying all day to make you cave, to make you give him your undivided attention and affection, showering you with kisses, sweet words and all but nothing seemed to work. ever since morning, you were giving him attitude and kept your distance. you could’ve not possibly be more different from your usual soft, clingy self.

"talk to me, pretty girl, hm? what's wrong?" your boyfriend tried to gently pry out of you, what got has gotten into you today for maybe the hundredth time since the morning as you had only given him flat, bratty answers to every sentence he spoke out loud to you. finnick wrapped his strong arms around your shoulders as you sat behind you vanity and applied some lipgloss to your pinky lips. his biceps flexed, the tanned skin glowed in the morning light so it made his muscly arms appear even more edible.

"don't wanna talk about it." you just mumbled densly, not even sparing him a glance as you finished getting ready and even shrugged off his embrace, which was most likely the last thing he expected you to do and the way his eyes widened and eyebrows rose spoke for it enough.

not so much later, finnick and you went to the town, just like every sunday. he lead the way through the crowded market, gaze dragging over each peace of the various fruits, vegetables, breads and you carried the, for now almost empty basket with just few herb tussocks on the bottom. while you stand half behind your man, more and more people start to cluster around so instinctively, he reaches out his arm to wrap protectively around your waist and pull you closer to himself, making sure he won’t lose you in the sea of people from district four, but you only whine quietly in protest.

“baby, c’mere, you’re in their way.” finnick tries to approach you softly again, tugging you into his side ever so gently as you were blocking the view of the carrot stall from the middle aged couple stepping impatiently behind you, even if they’ve been waiting for thirty seconds tops. the bronze haired boy was sure they were ready to use worse than mean glares towards his girlfriend so naturally he wanted to figure out how to avoid such a situation, but when he was met only with an eye roll from you, his jaw hardened noticeably and his look was now disapproving rather than questioning.

the very last of his intentions was to attract more attention or god forbid share your rocky morning with the rest of the town, you were watched closely anyway, unnecessary drama would be anything but helpful now. “don’t roll your eyes at me.” he murmured under his breath as he led you towards the stall with spices, because you’ve been complaining for weeks that they need to be restocked as soon as possible and you two always forgot, getting caught up in a conversation or just distracted by the moment, not today though.

“i’m gonna do, whatever i want to do.” you scoffed slightly, bottom lip already jutting out into that stubborn pout that drove your boyfriend up the wall in every way imaginable. it was now his time to roll his eyes, oh he hated when you were like this. he didn’t really. but he did. “is that so, pretty?”

and all he had to be satisfied with for an answer was a hum breaking past your lips. the sun was already high above your heads, providing the kind of warmth only late spring ever could. the crowd slowly eased into smaller groups, groups back into families and those have by now practically cleared the town square, heading back into their homes to prepare lunches. you and finnick weren’t different, soon enough, you managed to collect all the missing groceries, even stuck in tense silence.

the villa in victors’s village was now scented with the fresh rosemary, basil and garlic as your boyfriend cooked the pasta with creamy sauce, you were curled in the chair, unlike usually when you would sit on the countertop with your legs dangling above the ground and yap his ear off. finnick’s eyes were constantly trailing over to you, waiting, trying to read your own, that were squinted in focus as you read your magazine, something about the newest fashion trends he believed, you had always loved this stuff.

“i could’ve done it.” at that finnick’s head spins much faster into your direction again, his eyebrows shot up as he pauses stirring the boiling sauce. “it’s okay, honey, i got it.” he says, still being nice, but his tone is also anticipating, expecting. maybe you had calmed down finally.

“whatever.” or maybe not. you just mumbled the answer, before turning your attention back to the magazine on your lap. finnick’s face once again fell flat, he let out a deep sigh and turned off the stove, with each second the sizzling was quieting down and then your boyfriend turned to you with his arms crossed tight over his chest. “what’s with the attitude today, hm?”

“i don’t have an attitude.” throwing a small glare in his direction you said and before there could be another bratty argument coming his way, finnick made his way over to the dining table, towering over your sitting form. “yes you do, you’re being a brat since the morning. why’s that, baby?”

there’s only a soft huff coming out of your lips as they pull into a pout again and you turn your gaze away from him. “really? is this how’s it gon’ be?” and the lack of reaction he received was what has gotten you here. spread out over his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, skirt bunched up around your hips and your lacy panties pulled to the side so he’d have easier access to you.

“finn..” you whine helplessly, nails clawing at his shoulders as his thumb stimulates your clit, rubbing in circle motions while his middle and ring finger continue thrusting inside you, not giving you time to breath at all.

“oh, baby, what is it? y’ have something to say?” finnick cood almost mockingly. he watched your face twist in pleasure, he pulled his fingers out slowly, making you whine again at the loss of contact. he slid his fingers in between your folds, gathering the slick wetness on his pads before just teasingly circling around your entrance.

“finn, please, please..” you begged your boyfriend desperately to bring you over the edge as you clenched around nothing, trying to shift your hips to grind against his palm. “no sweetheart, none of that, you don’t get to cum until I say so.” finnick said firmly, stopping his movements entirely as he brought his other hand from your hip and wrapped it over your jaw, tilting your head up gently.

you look up at him all doe eyed through your lashes, absolutely angelic and needy. it always worked on finnick so you’d get your way of things with him, but not now, he seemed more than unfazed and just clicked his tongue slowly, head tilting sideways in a mock sympathy.

“why were you mouthing me off the whole day, huh? is it because you were needy, baby? is that it? ” finnick cooed, looking you right in the eye, his sea green orbs bored into yours and not even the needy whine you make seems to take pity on you and bring you to your orgasm. “just too shy to ask me, weren’t you angel?”

“finnick, you’re being mean.” the desperate cry rips through the air, your face is all scrunched and your fingers are gripping the soft fabric of his linen shirt tightly as if it would break him. his eyebrows rose to the top of his forehead and he let out a quiet chuckle that echoed in your head three times like a taunt that levelled your frustration - the deep sexual frustration you felt towards your bronze haired boyfriend and have been feeling for a quite some time now. “mean? i’m being mean, baby? y’ haven’t seen me be mean yet.”

but then without a warning, finnick slipped his finger back inside you gummy walls, then another one and relentlessly penetrated your soaking wet pussy with his long, thick digits again and again, purposely avoiding stimulating your clitoris so you had to embarrassingly buck your hips against his hand to get yourself off.

“that’s it baby, help yourself.” he praised gently, intently watching your eyebrows furrow with a smirk plastered on his face. content and proud. he leaned forward and pressed a soft, sooting kiss to your temple before finally caving in and blessing you with his full capabilities of pleasuring his girl. you moan softly, eyes squeeze shut and your walls fluttered around his fingers, leaning your head forwards, you press your face into his chest as if it makes the overwhelming sensation less intense. the coil in your tummy snaps, your orgasm flows through your entire body, making your thighs shake and your eyes roll back. finnick gently fingers you through it, letting you ride out the aftershocks as the string pf his praises mixes with the sound of your sweet noises.

“shh i gotchu honey, i’m right here.”

lost in the haze of your release, you barely even registered how hard was finnick beneath you. slowly, he pulled his fingers out, before bringing them up to his mouth, making a show of swirling his tongue around them and sucking them clean as he moaned at the delicious taste of your juices. “so fuckin’ sweet.” he murmured before taking ahold of your hips with both his hands again and tugged you closer to his chest, making you brush against the obvious bulge in his pants.

the rough material of his jeans rubs your sensitive, puffy clit and you whimper quietly, eyes staring up at him with pure desire. he smiles down at you with that cocky glint in his eyes that makes your knees buckled, before he pats your hip as an encouragement. “lift your hips for me, honey.”

it doesn’t take you more than two seconds to obey, finnick reaches down, unzips his jeans and pushes them just low enough so he can free himself from his boxers. just the sight of his thick length, tip angry red and leaking, makes you clench around the air again. without breaking eye contact he wraps his fist around the root of his cock before slowly lowering your hips down, guiding you to slowly take him inch by inch.

“that’s a good girl, you can take it.” you whine, whimper and moan when he’s not even halfway inside, your spongy walls already squeezing him. he feels your manicured nails bite into his shoulders again as he sweetly praises you to sit on his dick completely. “good job, angel. you’re doing so good.”

he gives you time to adjust to him. his cock is filling you so good, you feel him all the way in your tummy and he’s stretching your glistening pussy so wide you thought he will split you in half.

“finn..” you whine helplessly when he starts ever so lightly guiding you up before slamming you back down, hushing and comforting you with soothing words. his fingers dig into your hips, the softness of your body spills through them and your tits bounce underneath your top at the sudden motion.

“fuck baby, can feel how tight you are.” finnick groaned, throwing his head back against the back of the couch and his jaw fell slack purely at the feeling of you taking him whole and greedily clenching around him whenever he hit your g-spot with the pinkish head of his shaft that was stuffing you completely full. his hips fucked up into you and his hands that were gripping yours bounced you up and down in repetitive motions as you became a moaning mess on top of him and your slick was smeared all over his balls and the jeans he hadn’t pushed low enough to avoid coating them with your sweet juices.

“ugh, i finn..mhh..finn, ‘m gonna…” you try to speak but the sounds spill from your glossy lips on their own together with the glittery tears that roll down your cheeks, stained with your eyeshadow as your boyfriend continues fucking you stupid on a sunday afternoon all because you were being mouthy.

“yeah, shh i know baby, i know.” he pants as you start grinding your hips harder on his cock, chasing your second release. he raised his head straight again, looking at how breathtakingly ethereal you look in the haze of sex with your makeup smeared, hair messy and desperate for him. “y’ gonna cum f’ me again?”

you find yourself unable to do anything but nod frantically, nails clawing into his clothed back, pussy fluttering around him and squeezing him deeper. “y-yes, yes, please..” you sob so sweetly for him and he cannot but melt at the sight. he reaches his hand between your bodies and in mere seconds starts rubbing your clit in tight circles to bring you over the edge faster and harder.

“go on then, babydoll. ‘m right here.”

crying out his name, you reach your second orgasm in the last hour, your vision whitens and he sloppily fucks you through it. your eyes roll into the back of your head, your mouth hangs open wide in a pretty o shape and moments later, his milky, warm semen fills you to brim as it already starts dripping down at where you’re connected.

of course, he ended up calling you. and you couldn’t help but give in, driving all the way to the cut to ‘spend time’ with your pretty pogue, only to meet with the tent in his shorts when he opened the door.

that’s how you ended up on his old, creaking bed he never used cause he always stayed at john b’s, on the blonde’s lap. where you belonged.

jj felt so close to you in many moments but this was a special one. ‘I love you’ wasn’t something he’d say to you. he was scared to say it…scared to be vulnerable. but he did express it in a way he knew how. by touching you, by holding you close. watching you. watching the perfect you on his lap, in his pathetic excuse of a house, acting messy and stupid…like him. and you looked absolutely gorgeous doing so. It was a sight for sore eyes.

he wrapped an arm around your waist, keeping you in place as he placed a kiss to your neck, making note of just how you reacted to it. he had a habit of testing you like this, seeing how you would react to his affection. how needy you were. and he definitely was curious about what other ways he could make you react.

you tilted your head to the side to give him more access. in case it wasn’t obvious enough, you weren’t opposed to anything he wanted physically. especially not since you had done whatever he had in mind probably a thousand times before

his lips made their way to your jawline, slowly teasing a trail up to your ear, softly biting it as a hand moved to one of your legs, slowly, slowly inching up to your waist before disappearing under your shirt.

he was being needy, he didn’t realize it, but he was. but he didn’t care. he was high, and he just wanted you as close as possible. he moved your hair out of the way, giving himself better access as he sucked on a sensitive spot on your neck. which, at this point, considering he knew your body better than you did, made you let out a breath, your eyes fluttering close. If there was a benefit to your…well, benefits, it was that jj wasn’t just talk.

he found himself smiling against your skin, finding some sort of victory in the tiny noises he had been able to coax out of you so far. his lips returned to your neck, sucking and biting, making sure to leave a bruise, being the jj he always was. usually, you’d be all up in his business, whining, yapping about how it was gonna leave a bruise and that he needed to stop or whatever…but right now —mostly because you didn’t even remembered what to complain about— him in general and the things he made you feel…how could you tell him to stop? so, you didn’t. you played into it, hands reaching to grab his jaw gently and tipping his head up so your pink swollen lips could meet his.

he gladly accepted the kiss, moving his hands to your waist, holding you in a tight grip, pulling you closer and leaving little space between you. the more you rolled your hips over him, desperate for a friction, he sneaked his hands up from your waist, groping you from over your bra. which, as always, was a feeling he never got sick of.

with the little space you had left between you, you tugged at the hem of his shirt, suddenly —in your horny mind— feeling like it was unfair he get to keep it on. and you wanted him shirtless but you didn’t even knew what you were thinking.

it took him a second but he soon caught on to what you were indicating, pulling his shirt over his head and discarding it somewhere on the floor, his chest now exposed. he sat there for a moment before he pulled you closer, moving you back onto his lap, he needed you to be right against him right now, to feel as much of you as possible. “you’re tryna get me all worked up, aren’t ya?” he teased, his lips moving to your neck again.

“it’s working.” you breathed out, a faint smile tugging at your lips. jj was someone you were attracted to like you had never seen anyone hot before and you had zero problem showing that. and behind closed doors, the whole ‘this is purely just to let off steam’ bit flew out the window.

the feeling of your hands on his bare, now flushed skin only further confirmed how much he loved when you got like this. though you noticed the silence. “no answer for that?”

he huffed out a laugh, he said he liked control but to be honest, he loved it when you were cocky. but you were still in charge as he gave no verbal answer. “got you speechless? alert the media.”

he laughed at the comment, his usual cocky grin returning to his face. acting like he had been too focused on the sight of you to even give a smart assed comment, when in reality, he enjoyed hearing you way too much. he shook his head at your words, gripping your thighs tighter. “you just know how to push my buttons…”

he started to run his hands up and down your thighs, slowly, slowly as you thought, he couldn’t have pinned you a better shot…

“oh yeah? which button?”

your hand slowly went down to the button of your shorts. “this one?” you tugged at the fabric so the button would slide out, unzipping the rest. “this button?”

he looked intently. he wanted more, he always wanted more. and when your shorts unbuttoned, he took a sharp breath through his teeth, he was getting increasingly impatient. classic him.

“not that one...” he said, his tongue poking the inside of his cheek, his hands continuing to run over your thighs.

“no?”

you spoke, feigning innocent curiosity as you shimmied out of your shorts, hands going back on him without wasting anymore time, slowly ending up on the button of his cargo shorts. “maybe this one?”

he couldn’t take his eyes off you, the way you slipped out of your shorts, leaving you in just your underwear. the way you made him feel like a total loser when he had literally fucked the entire female population of OBX was enough to leave him stunned. he couldn’t hold back another sharp breath as he felt your fingers on the button. “maybe.” he said with his voice low, his hands gripping you tighter.

a smile tugged at your lips as you freed his button, moving away to unzip the rest just like your own, getting up from his lap and settling on the floor so he could take it off.

turns out it wasn’t a maybe, it definitely was that button.