#finley

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july 2021, 8:54 p.m.  /  when ur trying to be a supportive gf but then seeing ur bf work has done things to u  /   @jokermoreau​

Sometimes, just sometimes (which meant all the time), Finley really wondered how stupid she could get. 

Of course, seeing Mateo at work always made her a little… sensitive. It didn’t matter the time or place. She’d just gotten really good at ignoring her own desires. Suffering in silence was her brand, after all. Still, it didn’t mean it didn’t  suck. Especially when he was being so serious, looking over the tracks and discussing with his bandmates as she took photos of them for their Instagram. Jesus, he looked so good when he looked so concentrated.

(Yes, there were a good more amount of Mateo pictures in her camera, but those she justified as… personal interest.)

So when everyone else had left, leaving her boyfriend to work a little longer on his bassline for the new songs, she of course took the first chance to get close to him again.

He offered too, this time, to be fair. He’d huffed when he sat on the couch at the back of the studio, and opened his arms towards her as a sign to cuddle. She took the chance without even thinking, the heat of expectation that had poisened her whole body and mind forgotten for the warmth of his love and affection. Could you really blame her?

And it was great for the first couple of minutes, straddling one of his thighs and wrapping her arms around his neck - burrowing her face into his neck to get a good whiff of his scent. It made her whole body relax. It felt so good to just sit there in silence with him, enjoying each other’s presence and touch.

However, once the novelty faded int comfortability, then that with cosy stagnation, the heat from before very quickly made itself known again.

At first, she ignored it, hugging Mateo tighter. But slowly, with every gentle stroke of his hand on the small of her back and his fingers running down her pink hair, it became impossible to put aside. She just hoped he didnt hear the squeak that came out of her when he caressed her thigh.

It also inevitably meant that her wearing a pleated skirt would just make things worse. And while he complimented how cute she looked when he picked her up, the wetness she could feel in her underwear made it presence known every time she shifted this way. It squished uncomfortably even more now, as heat traveled down her spine and up her head, leaving her breaths grow stunted with every shift and shimmy of her hips trying to stop herself somehow.

Fuck, had she become so desperate for him that even the slightest touch made her melt? Okay, well, Finn was famously very hopeless when it came to her boyfriend, especially as they breached mroe and more intimacy barriers. But it didn’t mean she could just be a horndog everywhere they went?

Especially not in their studio, a sacred place for his band. She couldn’t even think of defiling somewhere so special for him when all she was doing was being a horny little-

“It’s okay, baby, you can move.”

Mateo’s whisper in her ear made her flinch, but she didn’t move. She felt her heart jump seevral beats per second, clenching around his neck even tighter. She froze, eyes widening. Did he…

“C’mon, it’s okay,” he whispered again, straight into her ear, making chills run straight through her whole being, “Make yourself feel good, Finn.”

He sounded so sweet too, hands moving so that they took hold of her hips, nudging them forward. “Make yourself feel good on me.”

As if driven by some force she could only describe as Aphrodite possessing her (as it seemed She did everytime something new was happening), Finley dragged her hips up, then down on Mateo’s thigh. Then again. And again.

His thigh soft, yet solid under her - on top of that, the texture of his jeans made it too perfect. The pleasure wracked through her quickly as she found a good pace, burying her face into the crook of her arm. 

“Yeah, that’s it. Good girl.” His fingers dug into the skin of her hips, helping her keep pace. 

Fuck. It felt good. Too good. And she was so sensitive that she knew she couldn’t go too fast or else it would end. But even now, Finley could feel her peak just beyond the corner, dragging itself closer everytime she heard his moan and his gentle assurance. How did he know just how to get her there?

“M’teo-” she moaned into his neck, making him tense as she shuddered on his lap, grounding herself on his thigh as tightly as she could. The orgasm wracked through her body quietly, but still intense in how it made her head spin. 

It took her a while to return, but his hands on her helped a lot, gently guiding her back to Earth just as he did bringing her to it’s peak

His voice was far too sweet for what she did on his thigh. “You feel better?” 

She hummed, like an agreement, but she couldn’t deny that she wanted more. Finn always did, and she always felt ashamed for it, but after coming for him like this after suffering for so long by herself, she couldn’t stop herself. Her hips squirmed weakly again on his thigh, and as she finally pulled away to look at him again, she saw the wet patch she left on his jeans when glancing down.

“Mateo-” Her voice was small, but so soneedy.

His answer was immediate, reaching up to wipe at the corner of her mouth. “What is it, baby?”

He was gentle, oh so gentle, but she knew that edge in his voice every time it appeared. It made her even needier, when she thought she had already reached her limit. She pressed her forehead to his, closing her eyes tight just from the sheer need she felt like this, his arms makign her feel safe. 

“Please. Ple- please touch me.”