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I’m so sorry that your getting bombarded with requests but could you do like any kind of smut with Finn after the Met I am BEGGING YOU
He looked so UGHHHH MEOWWWWW
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۫ ꣑ৎ OUR AFTERPARTY — finn wolfhard
summary: after a long night at the met gala, you and finn can't keep your hands off of each other. that always makes for the most memorable nights, with tonight finding its way to the top of that list. (2.5k words)
a/n: less focused on the gala aspect... more focused on the... smut. heh. i also def have a problem with going into too much detail. anyway, ty for the req and for loving my writing! :)
"I've been thinking about this all night," Finn breathed out against your neck, lips dancing around the neckline of your outfit before pressing them to your bare collarbone. That'll leave a mark.
"Thought you were gonna be too tired," you recall his comment from earlier telling you just that. His resolve was weak for you, though. You knew that.
"And you believed me?" He breathes out a laugh, huffing, "you should know me better than that."
You and your boyfriend found purchase back upstairs in your shared hotel room after attending your first Met Gala—a long night of people pleasing and hiding in corners to steal kisses.
When you were both so well dressed, there was no doubt in your mind that you two would end up here, hands slipping under fabric and feeling up whatever skin you could. As he said, this was just like a date night, including the late night sex.
"I wanna get you out of this," he sighs, hands roaming down your figure to cup your waist as he stares at your body with a hungry, attentive gaze, "I wouldn't be shocked if some clip goes viral tomorrow of me checking you out tonight. I mean—it was hard not to." You laugh at that.
"Then get me out of this, you urge him, hands running over his suited chest, "and take me to bed."
"Shit." He curses under his breath, giving a delayed nod in return out of surprise, "yeah, yeah, I'll—I've got you. I can do that."
Coming behind you, you feel warm hands on your back. His fingers pull down the zipper of your dress with a newfound quickness, though he's careful not to harm the piece. Helping you step out of it as he strips you of the outfit, he's greeted with bare skin and lacy undergarments.
"Bed," he falters, entranced by the sight. His demands come off weak and needy, "now."
But you comply, driven by arousal and your boyfriend's sexy appearance of disarray. His hair a mess of black curls that heat and sweat have taken over, suit tugged at in places thanks to your wandering hands, and most of all, his eyes that are clouded with attraction and arousal.
"You're too clothed." As you sit on the hotel bed and lie back against the soft pillows, your thighs rub together in anticipation.
Before following you to the bed, Finn stops at the edge and slips off layer after layer. It's gradual, though rushed, watching him strip himself like your own personal show. And, in a way, it was.
Finally, after what feels like forever, you catch your first glimpse of his pale skin. He's slipping off the last layer, a collared button up, and you're desperately reaching out for him. Without a second thought, he draws closer, stepping out of his dress pants and finding his spot on the bed.
He starts beside you, clothed bulge brushing against your thigh as he leans forward to catch your lips in his. Beyond needy, he immediately groans, muffled against your mouth, accompanied by a slow roll of his hips against the plush of your thigh. You spur him on as you shift your leg further between his thighs, feeling his breath catch. It's an opportunity to deepen the kiss as you let your tongue wander his mouth.
"You looked so good tonight," you pull away to whisper between kisses, "so sexy."
The praise makes his cock twitch beneath its confines as he moans against your jaw, struggling to keep his composure just like you.
"Condoms?" You ask, looking up at him at the reminder. He falters, blinking before mumbling, barely coherent as he grinds himself once more against you, "don't have any."
"...'s just one night, right?" He knows what you're implying, and he's quick to nod in agreement.
"Just one night." He repeats with a strained voice, "we're good about it every other time, it's okay. We—we're careful. Just this once..." He trails off.
Exhaling, you can feel the arousal building in your core once more and waiting any longer sounds like a punishment. So, finally, you reach up to cup his cheeks and whisper the words you've both been waiting for all night.
"I need you to fuck me," it's barely composed, but it makes his stomach twist so tight so that he grinds against you helplessly and stifles a strained groan of his own.
"You don't have to tell me twice," he huffs out a small laugh, sitting up with an increased fervor and parting your thighs with big, greedy hands as he settles between them like they're home.
"Do you need me to prep you?" He asks, already rubbing at your clit with his thumb through your underwear, "god, you're wet."
Shaking your head, your hips buck into his hand and you clutch at his forearm helplessly to halt his movements, "no, I'm ready. Just need you."
Complying, Finn taps your hip to notion for you to lift them for him. A small thing he's always done and you just caught on to with time. Raising your hips, he slips off your underwear with hooked fingers as he helps them past your calves and over your feet.
"You looked like an angel tonight. You still do." He praises, "I almost started to think I wouldn't be able to wait until we got back to the hotel."
"Thank god you did." You sigh, legs wrapping around his hips to draw him closer.
"Tell me about it." He smiles, abashed. It's those little tells that warm your heart the most, when it's like he forgets you're his girlfriend and that you want him just as badly as he wants you.
Then, with shaky hands, Finn is tugging at the waistband of his boxers to slip them off and over his legs. You watch intently as his hand moves to stroke himself in quick gestures.
"Don't stall," you reach down, too, hand resting over his and moving in tandem with those up and down motions.
"I'm not," he huffs, watching your hands and how they look running over the length of his cock so easily, "you're just impatient."
Finally, he nudges his cock at your entrance before pressing the head inside of you. It's intense, the combination of no condom for the first time and no real preparation, but it far from hurts. It's electric, the added level of closeness.
"Shit—" his head falls forward to stare at the space where his cock is pressing deeper into your pussy. He's already farther gone than you, eyes knit tightly shut as one hand loosely grips the base of his cock while the other desperately clutches onto your hip.
"You're so..." he groans, trailing off and losing his train of thought.
He steadily slides out of you before pushing in a little further each time. Eventually, you dig your heels into his lower back, and that's when he finally buries himself to the hilt inside you. Your head falls back and eyes fall shut before you immediately look back up at him, needing to catch his reaction, too, when he bottoms out.
His lips are wet and parted and you can't help but stare. Once he notices, he leans down over you until your chests are pressed flush against one another and gives you a heated kiss.
Cupping the back of his head when he pulls away and buries his face in your neck, his thrusts, once slow and cautious, turn fervent and rhythmic. The only stimulation against your clit is his navel and while it won't be enough to get you off, you'll need whatever it takes to stave off the impending orgasm already buzzing low in your stomach.
"You're really warm," he breathes out against your neck before laughing, words choked out, "and tight. There's no way I'm lasting—oh, shit. Thought about this all night, during every interview. Especially when I kissed you in front of everyone. Fuck, that got me worked up."
Reluctantly, he pulls away from your neck and sits back up like before. One of his hands rest on your waist like before, the other reaching up to try and slip your bra up and over your chest. He wastes no time in grasping at your exposed breast and thumbing over your nipple. All while his hips continue their steady yet debilitating pace in and out of you, fighting back his own orgasm.
"You don't have to," you shake your head, "we can go another round, yeah? Just want you to feel good."
"Yeah? You wanna go another round?" He nods, eyes on yours, "you can't just say that to me when I'm already close, that's—it's too much. Do you even want me to last? I'm getting the feeling you don't." Softly snorting, he rolls his cock deeper inside of you, nestled as deep as he could be.
His thumb on your nipple finds its way to your clit, desperate to get you to the same point he's at. He needs you to understand just how much he's teetering on the edge.
"Want you to cum for me," he says, his thrusts slowly getting less calculated and more needy, "and I wanna cum for you." He admits in a plea.
You nod back, feeling your own climax start to creep up on you. It's when your breathing quickens and your thighs tense that you realize just how close you're getting.
"Cum for me, baby," you encourage him, heels digging into his back once again as your hands find purchase in the white sheets and grip tight. "Want you to cum in me—wanna feel it."
Those words actually make Finn's thrusts falter, fucking into you again before stilling. Then, you hear him before you feel him. His low groans and shaky breaths, his murmurs of your name as he grinds into you restlessly.
He practically whimpers, thumbing at your clit weakly as his hand on your hip rests above your head. Leaning down to hover over you, he groans and says under his breath during his orgasm, "oh my god, you feel so good."
His cum spills inside of you, the flood of warmth new but welcome. You haven't felt him like this before, without anything stopping you from feeling him fully, let alone being full of him.
"Gonna cum," you inhale sharply as you warn him, staring up at your boyfriend's face that's inching closer to yours with every passing second.
You take in the sight of his dewy features. A thin layer of sweat gleaming as his grown out hair sticks to it in every which way. His fucked out eyes that beg to meet yours. Freckles against flushed, pink cheeks. And, your favorite, his pretty pink lips glossed from a mix of your saliva and his.
"Then cum for me, okay? I won't stop until you do." He murmurs, "cum for me, pretty girl."
Leaning up to kiss him, you capture his lips in yours and cup his face in one hand. The other cups the back of his head, fingers threading through his curls to hold him close.
He moans into your mouth, fucking into you despite his growing overstimulation. His tongue licks at yours, pushing past your lips as he explores further inside your mouth.
With the mix of his cock flush inside of you, his thumb persisting on your clit, and his tongue in your mouth, the high you've been chasing finally hits.
Moaning wantonly into his mouth, your fingertips dig into his scalp desperately as you draw him deeper inside of you with your heels. Your hips stutter and falter with every wave that hits you as you attempt to grind up against his hand that's stimulating your clit. It's all too much, but you don't want it to stop.
The mantras he utters against your lips only intensifies your orgasm even more.
"God, you're so pretty like this."
"I still can't believe I get to call you mine."
"I've gotta get you to do this on my face next time. Doesn't that sound good?"
Head falling back against the plush of the pillow under your head, you look up at him through hazed over eyes. He looks like the spitting image of heaven right now, kneeling over you with the softest expression you've ever seen him have.
"How are we feeling?" His fingers graze your cheek as he talks you down from it, "you did so good. I love you so much, you know that?" He kisses your forehead before resting his own against yours.
"...That was so hot." You weakly laugh, unable to form a proper thought, "and so needed after tonight."
"You think?" He smiles, giving a toothy grin he can't hide, "I knew I'd need this from the moment I saw you in that dress. It took everything in me not to go down on you in that museum, I swear."
"Shut up! You wouldn't." You huff out a laugh, hitting his back weakly before pulling him closer so he's lying on top of you, cock still buried inside of you. Softening, but the warmth and closeness is far too intimate to deprave yourselves of it now.
"I wouldn't, yeah, but I'd fantasize about it. Just as distracting." He scoffs, burying his face in your neck as he leaves a light peck there. "Didn't know we'd have our own afterparty, though. That would've been even more distracting."
"Whatever you do, just please wear that suit again." You kiss his hair, rubbing his pale, freckled back lovingly, faint pink marks visible from where your feet dug into the skin. "That was enough foreplay for me, seeing you in that." You joke.
"Only if you wear that dress. Just so I can get you out of it again. And again. And again." He smiles against the side of your neck, peeking up from where he is to look up at you through long lashes, "for me?"
"...We'll figure something out." You shake your head, relishing in the post-orgasmic afterglow that dawned over the two of you. "You just might have to hold me back once those red carpet photos of you come out, though. Seriously."
"You can hold me down." He teases, nose nudging your jaw as he gazes up at you.
Snorting at the comment, you just playfully hit his back again before soothing the spot over with a light palm. He doesn't move an inch, neither of you daring to interrupt this moment.
Maybe the media was right. You should marry this boy sooner rather than later. All that tonight told you was that he'd ruined you for anyone else long ago, so you might as well indulge.
Especially if that means getting the best sex of your life every time you do so.
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