It was supposed to be just one night.. one night after Finn threw a party, met you, a person he was absolutely down bad for and had some fun for one night. He didn't have to ask your number, just fuck once and forget the next day.

Well.. that didn't happen, on the contrary he didn't forget, and it started to happen again and again and again until he's like your regular, to just making love. How insatiable can this man be? Finn had been with people before, he was a promiscuous guy and he loved having fun, but you were just different, he didn't just want you, he needed you, and soon enough he lost his drive for hooking up with anybody else, it turned him off, it wasn't the same.

Well... tonight was one of those nights.. where he called you up and you went to his place, it started easy with hanging out then ends up with you in his bedroom and under him, and turns into the two of you late at night sitting in bed.

Finn was laying next to you on the bed, taking a whiff from a blunt he just rolled up sloppily right now. One of his hands was subtly holding your hip and pulling you against his side, his room was a bit of a mess because well, he threw another party, and he had no idea where his goons even were, probably doing something silly, but he didn't care when he had you in his arms.