Finn Wolfhard x fem reader
warnings: angst (don’t stay if you’re sensitive ok? 🥺), fluff, swearing, suggestive, intense eye contact, sad thoughts.
What You Paid For
This is what y/n is wearing (no you can’t change it)
It was a dark gloomy day. Your parents just sent you to your room after a long argument. You’ve been a total badass lately. Talking back, eating in your room, rolling your eyes. They’ve had it with you. They can’t handle your dominant personality any longer.
After what felt like hours a knock bangs on the door. You refuse to get out of bed, if they want to come in they can open the door.
“Let me in! It’s locked!”
oh
“Fine!”
As soon as you open the door your mom drags you out of your room and down the stairs. Suitcases are lined up in the living room, a tall beefy man in all black waiting beside them.
“Y/n this is Mr. Groot. He’s gonna be taking you away.”
“WHAT?! No!”
You try to run but he grabs you back.
“Your parents sold you.”
“To who?”
“Finn Wolfhard.”
…
The car ride to Finn Wolfhard’s mansion is silent. There’s not much to say when your parents just gave you up.
Finn comes out to greet you as the car comes to a halt in the driveway.
“There you are!”
Oh gosh. He’s hot.
Immediately you blush and twirl the baby hairs that have fallen from your bun. He takes notice and slyly smirks.
“Come inside.”
You follow him without a doubt, eyes scanning his tall build. His ass is flat but you’ll manage. He guides you around the house giving a tour.
“And this is the kitchen, with a private chef.”
“That’s cool and all, but I’m just tryna fuck.”
His eyes widen, fists balling at his sides.
“Are you serious? Because if you are- omg, I’m so excited.”
You giggle loudly before jumping into his arms. He almost falls from the impact but saves himself swiftly. The close call makes you huff out air of fear.
A fart.
“what’s that smell?”
He sniffs abnormally loud, head swiveling around looking for the cause.
“Sorry, I ate nacho fries earlier.”
His eyes snap to yours intensely, a scowl forming on his lips.
“Get out. I hate nacho fries.”
He drops you to the ground, speed walking out of the kitchen and to his room. You can hear the slam of his door from across the house.
This is NOT what he paid for.
a/n: lmk if you guys want part 2!! I think this is my best fic yet!
