Finn Wolfhard Imagines

59 - competition in trash mouthing (iT)

"Hey y/n, how was my wang last night, sweet cheeks?"

You sigh deeply and roll my eyes while my arms were folded, "you really wanna do this Tozier?" You ask for confirmation.

"Jesus Richie, you know you always lose."

"I won't lose to her this time. So ... y/n?" He anticipates

"Fine," you lean on your fist, pulling your face closer to Tozier, "hmm, okay firstly it's called a dick and secondly I've seen better and longer ones. Actually, yours is the shortest I've seen and I've seen a lot. But you knew that, didn't you? My experiences were easily felt, considering you were on the bottom and moaning the entire time and all," his jaw dropped a tiny bit as the club held back their laughs. You put on a pouty face, "I was quite disappointed though Tozier. You talk all this shit but ended up lasting 30 seconds tops."

The gang could not hold it any longer and laughed their asses off, especially Eddie. He was sprouting tears as I leaned back with a smile of triumph.