~ You're Taught To Be Good, But You Learn To Be Bad ~ Finn Wolfhard X Reader

True Love

Warning: This chapter has references to sexual images, topics, and language. Which  you may find uncomfortable or crude. If any of the following makes you uncomfortable please skip to the next chapter. It is a alternate version of the current chapter. Otherwise, please enjoy the following...

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Your POV

"Your ex?" I growled.

"Yes..." Finn said, shamefully.

"Get upstairs. We need to talk."

I grabbed his hand and stomped all the way to his room. I slammed the door behind me and turned around to Finn.

"Before you yelled at me, just kno-" I quickly cut him off.

I forcefully leaned in and smashed my lips against his. I began to gently gnaw at his bottom lip. He held me, loosely. Trying to grab a hold of me.

I pulled away, abruptly. He looked at me confused.

"Whoa..." He breathed. I leaned back in for more. If got deep and his breathing quickly escalated. I pulled away again

"Wha- Why'd you stop?" He asked, wearily. His lips were puffy and pink. They looked hungry for more.

"I'm a tease, remember?" I smirked. "I'm only playing the game, Wolfhard." He arched an eyebrow at me.

"If that were true, then you wouldn't be so nervous." He stated.

"I'm no-" He cut me off.

"You wouldn't tremble when I touched you..." He continued.

"I didn't. I'm not, you don't make me nervous." I said, beginning to stumble. He smirked at me.

"You sure about that?" He whispered in my ear, I nodded. "So... It doesn't bug you when I do this?" He asked, placing his hand against my back, pulling me close. The space between our bodies disappeared.

"N-No." I stuttered. I mentally cursed myself, I was a nervous wreck! He was making me crazy. My heart was a billion beats per minute, my lips were missing the taste of his, and everything that I tried so hard to fight began to look so damn good.

"Well, what about this?" He smirked as his hands moved to my hips. They began to move lower...

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath.

"Don't stop." I breathed. I opened my eyes to see a big smile on his face.

"Wasn't planning on it." He smirked. His thumb began to play with the fabric of my shirt, he looked to me for confirmation. I nodded, allowing him to continue. He pulled off my top and took a moment to look at me.

"You okay there, Finnie?" I giggled, he blinked a few time before nodding and taking my hand.

"Come on." He said, leading me to the bed.

I lied down, against his comforter. He followed my actions by crawling on top of me and continuing on. He began to leave soft kisses on the croak of my neck. I let out a quiet moan, as he kissed the tender skin. I could feel his smirk on the skin of my neck.

I pushed his face away, he looked at me with wide eyes.

"If Grace comes near you, I will rip her to bits..." I whispered against his neck.

"Shh..." He hushed. "I know you will." I hummed in response. I felt his smirk grow wider. He pulled away and looked at my body. He had a hand over my breast and began to rub slowly.

He leaned in and started kissing my chest. Sucking lightly on the skin, when he pulled away I saw a rush a pink flesh. He'd left a hickey; branding me, as if to let others know I was his.

He leaned in again, continuing to kiss my chest.

"F-Finn..." I mumbled, breathlessly. He pulled away and looked back at me.

"Can I take it off?" He asked, seeming nervous. I nodded, I lifted myself up and began to unhook my bra. He helped me slip it off and then threw it onto the floor. He looked back at me with a grin. "Goddamn..." He said with wide eyes. I felt a rush of blood fill my cheeks. I covered my chest with my arms, feeling self-conscious. "No, don't do that. You're beautiful." He unwrapped my arms from my chest and put them at my sides.

"Finn... I've never- I've never done this before."

"That's okay, I haven't either." He replied.

"Y-You haven't?" I stammered. He shook his head. "But... I thought you had like a bunch of girlfriends."

"I mean, I guess I have. But I didn't want to do this with any of them." He said, drawing circles on the skin of stomach. I felt the blush on my cheeks grow brighter. The feeling of his hands against my skin sent shivers down my spine.

"Really?" I giggled. He let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah."

"Kiss me, Finn..." I begged. He answered my request quickly. His lips connected with mine again. I kissed back, hard. Beginning to gnaw at his bottom lip. He let out a soft whimper.

I felt a rush of confidence flow through me, knowing I left an effect on him. I pushed him off of my chest, he rolled onto his back and stared back at me; looking surprised. I climbed onto him, straddling his hips. I placed my hands on his chest.

He gave me a slight smirk. Acknowledging my new found strength. I leaned in again, connecting my lips with his neck this time, sucking lightly on the skin. Finn's hands began to travel to my hips.

I pulled away from him again, we stared back at each other for a few moments. Without thought, without reason... I began to roll my hips. I felt his body stiffened, and his breathing quickly become heavy. I rolled them again, feeling him become excited. I started to pick at his shirt.

"Your turn, Mr. Wolfhard," I smirked. He arched an eyebrow at me. "Come on, Finnie." I pouted. He climbed into his elbows. I felt a smile tug at the corners of my lips. I climbed off his lap and helped pull his shirt off. He smiled at me.

"You still have more to take off, Hotness." He smirked, his hand began to run up my leg. Playing with the waistband of my panties. I lied back down on the bed.

"Are you two alright?" A voice said. Finn quickly pulled back.

"Jesus Christ. What the hell Noah?!" Finn burst.

"Shit sorry, guys," Noah said, before slamming the door.

"Wow... That was certainly a mood killer." I groaned.

"I'm sorry." Finn laughed.

A/N: Hello, my beautiful people. Oh my god... What did I just write? Lol, I'm so sorry if this was terrible. Let me know in the comments if you want more of this terrible writing. Anyway, I love you guy, have a good day/night. <3 

P.S Sorry, the alternate version will be up later tonight. I'm sorry it's gonna be late.