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Finnick Odair Imagine

FINNICK ODAIR IMAGINE
WARNING: smut and a bit of swearing

     "Ladies first!" the escort for district four said in her stupid voice. She fished around in that stupid little bowl with all the names in it. This was the 67th Hunger Games. I was 13 then. Next week was my birthday. However I wouldn't celebrate it. I never celebrated my birthday. It was during the games, so of course I wouldn't celebrate it. "(Y/N) (Y/L/N)!" I took a calming breath. I don't care if I die. As long as I don't die first and be an embarressment to distrist four. I calmly walked to the stage and shook off the peacekeepers that tried to loop their arms around me to escort me. Finnick Odair, the 16 year old jackasss who won a couple years back, smirked at me. I shook hands with the escort and when she asked for volenteers, as I expected, no one. To be honest, I didn't have any friends, no one would sacrafice themselves for me. I was an oddball at school, and outside of it I had abusive parents who beat me daily and my father touched me.

     I zoned out for the rest, I didn't even bother learning the name of the boy. He was 12, he would most likely die just like me. Nobody came to say goodbye to me, as I expected.

Time Lapse

     It was the night before the games. I had gotten an eleven and was the most likely to win according to the capitol. However I had nothing to motivate me, so I felt useless. I heard a knock on my door. "Come in!" I called. Finnick entered and I had to close my eyes to avoid rolling them. "Yes?" I asked.

     "Come on, I just wanted to say congradulations before hand," he said in that sexy voice I could die for, literally. Yes, I had fallen for Finnick, but he just thought of me as another girl.

     "Yeah?" I scoffed. "Well, I might just kill myself when I get a hold of a weapon,"

     "Now why would you do that?" he was slowly inching closer to me.

     "Lack of motivation to win," I told him honestly as I shrugged.

     "Maybe I could give you some," he now had me up against a wall.

     "I am not going to be just some other woman for you to play with Finnick," I told him. "Plus, if anybody found that you had anything to do with an oddball like me then your oh so fabulas reputation would be ruined," he still didn't stop inching towards me.

     "Oh come on, you aren't just another woman, plus, I'm honestly a virgin," he smirked and I turned my head away from him. "Come on, you're absolutely beautiful, plus you are amazing, to be honest, you are everything I could possibly want in a woman," I rolled my eyes, still not buying it. "Maybe this will convince you," his body was against mine now, and my breath became ragged. He pressed his lips against mine. It was a ruff kiss, but wonderful. Needless to say I was extremely surprised when Finnick said "jump," into my mouth. No matter how surprised I was, I complied. I jumped, wrapping my legs around his waist. Not breaking the kiss, Finnick pushed me down onto the bed and unzipped my sleeveless dress. He started to pull it down when I stopped him.

      "Are you seriously sure about this?" I asked him. He just gave me his signature smirk.

      "Are you?" I bit my lip before nodding. "You know its so cute when you do that," he smirked once again.

      "Oh shut up," I silenced him with another kiss. Soon we were both completely naked and Finnick was leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. I moaned when he hit my sensitive spot. He stopped for a second to kiss my lips again before sucking on my sensitive spot once again. I moaned in pleasure once again as one of his hands kneaded my breast while the other rubbed against my clit. Then he stopped rubbing all together and he was looking at me as if asking permmission, then I realized that he was. I nodded and he thrust into me. Let's just say that we had a very fun night.

Time Lapse

    I had won the games and Finnick and I were in my room lying together. My head resting against his chest. I had told him about my abusive parents. "You know," he said. "You could always live with me," my eyes widened in surprise and I looked up at him.

      "Are you serious?" I asked.

      "Of course I am, I love you," he said, I could tell that he wasn't lying and he really did love me.

      "I love you too, Finnick," and with that we fell asleep in each other's arms.