#hisforher

Smoke clouds filled the dimly lit bar that the SNL after party had always been hosted at. It was a familiar scent that would've disgusted you as a teenager. But now as an adult? Its something that serves as a reminder of an amazing show. Especially tonight. Finn Wolfhard, the star of 'Stranger Things', 'Hell of a Summer', and 'IT'. You were a bit older than him-- being 25. But he was an attractive young man. Everyone knew that. Maybe even him.

So there you were, sitting at the bar nursing a glass of Brandy. Watching everyone get drunk off their asses and congratulating each other on the successful bits and sketches. A slight tap on your shoulder woke you up from your trance.

"Uh... Hey.." The man cleared his throat awkwardly, rocking back and forth on his feet as he looked down at you, gaze flickering from your chest to your eyes. Finn Wolfhard.

You cleared your throat, nervous as you didnt get the chance to speak with him really. "Hey... the sketches really did well tonight, y'know..." smiling up politely at him as he sat on the stool beside you.

“Really? I wasnt… I dont know— I have always been a fan of the show and sketch-work comedy has always been my preferred method of it but-“ He cut himself off. Letting out a shaky breath picking up the small glass of dark liquor, bringing it to his lips. Undeniably nervous. Was it you or the new setting?

“I…I ramble a lot when I get nervous” He wiped his clammy palm onto the front of his dark jeans. He smiled awkwardly again even more anxious giggles slipped his lips, looking down and slight shaking his head avoiding eye contact

“Yeah, I’ve noticed… it happens a lot in your interviews, right..?” turning your full body toward him. The low warm light cascading down onto your features, soft and delicately. “I think its endearing… kinda cute..”

He snorted—

“Cute? Jesus, your standards must be low” He laughed out at the comment, earning a giggle in return from you. Your eyes flickered from the rim of your glass to his beat up sneakers, the worn jeans, and the sweater that seemed to fit him oh so perfectly… and then to those soft and pleading doe eyes staring back. Smiling up at him warmly, not really needing to exchange words as your hand slipped into your bag… pulling out two perfectly rolled joints.

“So, Wolfhard… d’you smoke?” a now devilish smile found your lips… slowly sliding off the stool, standing over him awaiting a response…

“I mean…. yeah, but i wouldnt wanna— Yes. yes, I smoke, Ms. (l/n).” He smiled back and stood, glancing down at you before taking a slow, deliberate sip of whatever the hell he had been drinking.

As he pulled the glass from his lips, he licked off the excess… lower lip to top lip and swallowed hard, almost anxious but waiting..

“So… should we go outside?” He slowly asked, eyes darting from your hair, to the cardigan you had on, your eyes, the hoop earrings, your shoes, the way your eyes glinted— he seemed so nervous..

“Yeah, theres a patio through the back” You smiled and picked up your purse— already making your way towards the backdoor, not waiting for him because you knew he’d follow…

But a simple 30 minutes later you were both stoned out of your minds, laughing obnoxiously and just talking— telling random stories while leaning on the metal railings of the balcony, easily sharing the space like it was already your spot.

“I mean— Finn, you are like actually Canadian…? Like— Like you speak french kinda Canadian?” you managed to laugh out, pressing the blunt to your lips

“Yes, is it so hard to believe Canadians exist?” he rasped out, voice rough from the smoking and drinking

He glanced down at you as both of your hips had been sharing the railing facing eachother. You turned and leaned back on the railing and held your handout— offering the half-smoked blunt

He took it gently, fingers brushing as he brought it to his lips, his pleading eyes never leaving your own.

“So.. how old are you again?” He tried to ask in a way that wouldnt seem rude or come off as judgy

“Excuse me, I am 25. Do not make it seem like I’m so-“

He smiled and shook his head…

“No, i was just wondering… if that makes me too young for you… or just interesting enough…” he smiled before taking another hit of the blunt

“Wow, Wolfhard… thats quite.. forward.. and whose to say I’m even looking f’anything?” you turned to face him again, looking up to his stupidy perfect curled hair—

“Well… seeing as how you let me join you out here to smoke with you… id assume youre looking for… something…”

“And what could that something be, Wolfhard…?” The weed allowing the both of you to be way more open and flirtatious than you’d normally be—

He stepped closer, taking another hit before speaking. His eyes trailing down to meet your lips..

“Friends… yeah… Friends. Maybe I just like seeing you this close…”

Shit.

“Just seeing me is enough?” That same smile from earlier found your lips… and fuck was it going to kill him.

He stepped impossibly closer, cupping the side of your neck. Leaning down slightly to meet your height

“Honestly… nothing of you will be enough for me to feel like I have you.”

“Careful, Wolfhard… sounds like you want something from me…” Following him and leaning in right to him, challenging him in a way you knew you probably shouldnt.

But how could you not? He was impossibly hot and tall, and funny, and smart, and god his eyes? So fucking unfair. Did you mention he was funny?

“Watch it, Ms. (l/n). I’ve been known to respect my elders but… with a tongue like yours? Sounds like you need some manners, hm?”

“Elder? Finn, I am seriously hardly two years older than you. Do not lecture me on manners when you asked a woman her age…”

Almost having forgotten the blunt, you took it between your fingers and took a drag, keeping the eye contact.

A beat of silence before he slid his hand the nape of your neck, not grabbing, but holding— almost like a claim on you.

“Dont look at me like that, Wolfhard.. feels like ‘m being eaten alive over here…”

“Cant help it… not when you look at me like that..” He let out a shaky breath— fingers flexing on your nape

“I dont… i dont usually uh… do this sort of thing.. i-if thats where this is headed- Im not used to just hookin—“

“Do you want to?” He cut you off abruptly.. knowing what he wanted atleast..

“W-Well— Yes, but… I havent- Fuck- Its been awhile and its probably the weed for us both so..” Sighing and rubbing your free hand on your cheek

“If you dont feel comfy doing it now— or even at all.. we can act like this never happen and stay strictly friends…” The grip on your neck loosened… sliding down to hold your shoulder before trailing down to your forearm and giving a reassuring squeeze. And fuck did his hands on you feel amazing…

“I-I do, but I havent— God, I havent had sex in a while, like— A long time- and were both drunk and high and I dont want you t’regret this—“ Babbling. Just babbling about what if’s when he was looking at you like you painted each and every single star in the known universe and discovered gravity? Seriously?

“Hey… I know I wouldnt… even if we are high and drunk… but… Do you want this?” His thumb gently stroked the inside of your forearm… No matter how bad he wanted this with you, he’d never force you.

“…Yes. I do. I really really do..” Furrowing your brows and taking a deep breath..

“Fuck, baby… god you are so perfect…” A shuddering breath slipped his lips as his other hand gently took your hip and stepped closer

“Please tell me I can kiss you…”

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A/N - I KNOW I SAID I WAS GOING TO HAVE ALL OF IT OUT BUT IM SORRY ITS TAKING SO LONG!! I WANTED TO GIVE YOU GUYS THIS BC ITS BEEN LIKE TWO WEEKS…AGAIN IM SORRY.😭