⊹ ࣪ ˖ FINN WOLFHARD ۶ৎ

⋮ ⌗ ┆you and finn were always busy. it really didn’t matter too much what it was, their was always something.

your job was demanding, needing lots of your time and attention for you to keep raking in money. and finn’s was double that. with his first tour finishing, and the next one beginning in a matter or a few days, it was safe to say he was at the studio a lot, chatting with producers and rehearsing the show so it was perfect.

because of this, you two hadn’t had much time for each other in a bit. it was a quiet ache, something small that was shipping at you both during your workday.

the overwhelming need to just be tighter. nothing more nothing less.

okay, fine. maybe finn wanted just a bit more. but how could you blame him? your pretty face was the only thing he thought about during long rehearsals, nothing other than you in his minds eye whenever rehearsals dragged long, and he found himself restless in his locked dressing room, deciding to pass the time by focusing himself to you.

he can’t help it. he misses you.

⋮ ⌗ ┆soon enough, their was an opening. thank god their was, or else finn had a feeling he’d loose his mind soon. his rehearsal was called early, and you found yourself off of work early as well.

the moment you were both done, finn was all over you.

⋮ ⌗ ┆your shared bedroom was dim, save for the light coming from a nearby lamp and the blurry city lights behind curtains. the only sound coming from the room was finn’s breathy moans and the occasional slick rhythm of your saliva as you took his cock in your mouth.

you were both lost in it, finn’s one hand gripping onto the bedsheets next to him, the other gripped tight into your hair as you worked. his head was leaned back, his adam’s apple flexing behind pale skin as he eyes fluttered shut, a choked whimper escaping his lips when your tongue ran down the underside of him.

suddenly, something loud and metallic cut through the haze of pleasure. finn’s phone.

you both glanced at the tiny device on the bedside table, finn’s eyes fluttering open to rest on it.

his immediate reaction was to throw the damn thing across the room, punishment for the rude interruption. but when he caught the caller id, his thoughts changed.

it was one of his bandmates.

it could be important. a change in choreo, a problem with the lights, a producer dropping out of the production due to sickness or something.

before he could talk himself out of it, finn was reaching for the phone with shaky fingers.

you stopped.

finn whined.

“no- no no no, baby..please don’t stop..t-this is gonna be super quick, i promise.” he murmured, his fingers tightening in your hair as tried to pull you down onto his cock again.

“finn, you can’t be quiet for shit.” you told him, your voice breathy and rough.

finn’s eyebrows furrowed at that, a pout forming on his lips. “i-i can be quiet. i promise you. just dont stop sweetheart, please.”

he whined, pulling you down so your lips brushed against his tip.

you sighed.

⋮ ⌗ ┆“hey, finn. its malcolm. i’m speaking for one of the producers here, they need your opinion on the lighting.”

finn bit down hard onto his bottom lip to stiff a whimper as he choked out, “yeah? sure, go ahead.” his voice was breathy and rough despite how much he tried to sound nonchalant.

“uh, okay. first, for the fifth song, their still nagging me about the flash on beat with the strum. are we going for that or no?”

your tongue brushed past his tip.

“fuck, {{user}}…! shit, sorry. can you repeat that?”

finn said into the phone, his fingers tightening in your hair.

this was a loosing battle.