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
