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This is a Finn Wolfhard nose appreciation post.

Finns hips rolled against yours, bulge rubbing deliciously against your clothed cunt, skirt hiked up around your hips, panties soaked. his hands move down to grip your ass, groaning lowly, tongue licking into your mouth like a dog.

the seam of his jeans pressed against your clit, the rough fabric making you jolt and whine. "you feel so good.." Finn panted, thrusting against you, cock throbbing pathetically in his pants, now unbearably tight.

"I need you—fuck—so bad.." his lips disconnected from yours, wet and swollen, and moved to suck hard on your neck, pushing himself against you. his teeth graze your skin, leaving angry red marks that only make you gush onto his jeans more, puffy pussy clenching around nothing.

you have to resist crying, hands pawing at his shirt, gripping him tight. "finn," you whine "i- I need your dick.. need you."

you wanted nothing more than for him to fuck you. than for him to thrust his fat cock into your wet hole and leave you sore. and he wanted the same. but the situation prevented it. you were crammed in a small supply closet on the set of SNL. an after party was proposed to celebrate Finns appearance on a show he'd loved for years, and of course he accepted.

need need NEED