OMG I NEED A FINN X READER MEETING AT THE CELINE RED CARPET/PARIS FASHION WEEK PLEASE (I mean have you seen this man ?!)
You know how the seating chart is imposed ? So my idea is that they met there (maybe sheβs a foreigner (French lol) and he see her during the red Carpet and they end up at the same table etc..
If you feel freaky they leave together π(paparazzi and all making it a pretty big news). Idk
Love you if you right this !
warnings: fluff, swearing, smut - brief handjob, fem!receiving head, unprotected sex.
Camera shutters and loud yelling fill your senses as your body guard ushers you out of the car and into the event building.
This isnβt your first fashion show, however it is your largest. So many other famous people walk around wearing stunning outfits. One man in particular catches your eye. Heβs wearing brown trousers, a black blazer, purple dress shirt, and black sunglasses. He looks ridiculously good.
Itβs hard to tell exactly who he is with all the people rushing by him. So you walk over to your manger for details.
The short blonde whips around to face you, smile already present.
βWhoβs that man with the sunglasses over there?β You point in his direction subtly.
Alice grins and leans in closer.
βThatβs Finn Wolfhard, maβam. Youβll be sitting by him tonight.β
Your eyes go wide for a second before remembering that youβre in public. Finn Wolfhard? How are you supposed to focus on the show when heβs sitting next to you?
βI seeβ¦well, itβs a shame i wonβt be sitting on him. Am I right?β
Alice chuckles slightly at your awkward attempt at a joke, taking your arm gently and guiding you to the seating.
She sits to the left of you, checking her phone for any news you should know about. You sort of zone out for a moment until a tall frame sits down to the right of you. Finn.
You turn to greet him, flashing your best smile and holding your hand out.
βHello, Iβm y/n. You must be Finn?β
He gives a small nod, shaking your hand.
βYes maβam, thatβs me.β
βOh, just call me y/n.β
Finn chuckles and gives another nervous nod. You canβt tell if youβre the reason for this behavior or not.
The show starts soon after. Beautiful models strut down the runway with practiced ease. As a model yourself, itβs truly admirable. Finn seems to be intrigued with the whole thing. It must be his first fashion show.
βIs this your first runway event?β You speak up softly to not disturb the others around you.
βUm, yes. Iβve modeled before, but Iβve never been to one of these.β
You offer a polite smile and shrug.
βThereβs a first time for everything.β
He smiles back before the two of turn your attention back to the runway.
The show ends a while after the friendly small talk is shared. The designer gives a brief speech and goes backstage. Everyone in the audience begin to walk out. Finn lingers at the exit, stopping you as youβre about to leave.
βSorry, I just couldnβt let you go without telling you how beautiful you are.β
You freeze for a second. Youβre a model, youβre aware of how attractive you are. But itβs always nice to hear it from someone you feel the same about.
βActually, I was dying to tell you how great you look.β
He chuckles and steps aside out of the way, you follow. Your manager gives a knowing smirk to Finns manager before leaving to give you guys privacy.
βI was thinking about going to get some drinks, would you want to join?β
You nod almost immediately.
He smiles, shoulders relaxing.
βGreat! You can ride with me.β
As expected, the walk to his chauffeur is filled with shouting fans and reporters. All asking invasive questions, ready to start rumors.
The backseat of the car is a little cramped, his thigh and yours pressed together. He glances out the window to clear his head of any perverse thoughts. Though youβre thinking the same things.
βFinn?β You speak up.
He jolts slightly, turning to face you.
βAre you alright? You seemβ¦tense.β
He huffs softly, eyes unable to stay on yours. They flicker from your lips, your neck, your cleavage. He just canβt help it.
βIβm fine,β his voice cracks slightly. βYouβre just reallyβ¦distracting.β
His use of words make you chuckle, hand reaching out to rest on his knee.
βDistracting? Well, i apologize for the inconvenience.β
βNo, no.β His head shakes quickly. βI just mean youβre so pretty, and I guess Iβm just, I dunno, affected by it.β
You hum lowly in understanding, hand trailing up his leg tentatively.
He gulps at the closeness between your hand and his growing bulge. Giving only a nervous nod and glance at your face.
The driver pulls over in front of the nice bar, announcing through the privacy screen that theyβve arrived. Finn groans, looking between you and the bar like heβs deciding something. He slides open the black plastic and leans forward.
βGo ahead inside, weβll be out soon enough.β
His driver nods and exits the car, locking the doors and going in the building. Finn closes the privacy screen and turns back to you.
βDo you want to do something, or are you just a tease?β
You grab him by his collar and tug him into a messy kiss. Your lipstick smears over his chin and mouth but neither of you care. Luckily the windows are extra tinted so no one can see.
He moans into your mouth when he feels your hand slide down his pants, cupping his length and rubbing. His hands work fast to lift your dress up, being careful with the expensive fabric.
Within seconds his pants are down to his knees, your underwear tossed aside behind him. He wipes the lipstick off of his mouth with a spare shirt lying around before diving into your heat like a man starved.
The back of your head presses to the glass, eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. Finnβs big hands hold your thighs apart for him, his tongue not letting up. His nose bumps your clit in sync with his mouth against your entrance.
Before you can cum he pulls up, pressing wet kisses along your inner thighs. You huff out a whine at the loss of contact.
βAw, donβt give me that.β He mocks affectionately, sitting up and tugging his boxers down atop his jeans.
His hard length springs out, already leaking with anticipation. He strokes it a few times before pushing his tip into you. Sliding in with ease from how wet youβve gotten.
Once youβve been filled to the brim he braces his hands on your waist, thrusting his hips back and forth slowly to get started.
Your hands reach up to grip his shoulders, squeezing each time his tip kisses your cervix. His lips kiss you tenderly, the movements from his hips beginning to contradict his sweet mouth on yours.
Little groans and curses fall from his mouth to yours. Length pumping into you with desperation. Like heβs needed this for longer than heβd like to admit.
His slender fingers reach down to rub your clit, kisses trailing down your jewel covered throat. He huffs out a chuckle and lifts the gaudy necklace out of his way before sucking on the newly exposed skin.
You moan louder than intended, back arching to get him deeper. He mewls at the feeling, hips stuttering.
βY-youβre gonna make me cum.β He grumbles against your collarbone.
βGo ahead, Iβm almost there.β Your assurance comes out whiny, making him twitch inside you.
The sensation causes you to clench around him tightly before your orgasm snaps through. Drenching his length and whatever area of skin is close. He spills into you not long after, body going limp onto yours.
βI never thought Iβd have sex in a car. Let along with you.β Youβre in such a haze that the admission comes out before you can stop it.
βFirst time for everything, huh?β He says into your chest with a breathy chuckle.
You suppose you truly did dress to impress.
a/n: ugh I feel like my smut is so ass. tbf Iβve been celibate for like a year soβ¦
anyways, hope you enjoyed! my requests are always open! <3
