Her hands gently stopped his own when his boxers was the only fabric separating them, and she caught a look of panic in his eyes. She calmed him with her gaze, and he slowly relaxed. Her bottom lip gently sneaked between her teeth, her eyes soft and shinning when her fingers curled in the waistband. She traced the soft skin underneath with her fingertips. Finn shivered against her, gulping. She gently leaned up and kissed his adam’s apple, before her soft lips explored the side of his neck, nuzzling against his skin.
She pushed his boxers down, letting him kick them off his ankles. She pulled back and her eyes slowly ran down his body until they settled on the throbbing hardness between his legs. Her breath hitched slightly, and her hand slid from his hip to the front, brushing over his cock. Finn let out a choked moan, and she felt her body tingle. Her fingers wrapped around him and she began moving her hand slowly up and down over the velvety soft skin, her eyes locking with his above her.
They didn’t need to say anything. All they needed at that moment was in each other’s eyes.
It was safe to say that he was confident in the bedroom, and he’d never been frightened of taking control before.
As Rachel’s hand moved up and down his length, however, he was fucking terrified. For a start, he was still finding it difficult to believe that he wasn’t dreaming, and as a hand cupped his balls and squeezed them slightly, Finn closed his eyes and gritted his teeth.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d barely be able to last much longer. Staring at her, he pushed her hand away, only to move it to his hair, where she instinctively clung to him as he pressed his mouth to her neck. With Rachel, there was no need to be embarrassed, and she didn’t mock him as he peppered kisses down her throat.
All in good time, he thought to himself as he slipped a hand between her legs. He shuddered when he came into contacting with her slick skin, and had to hold back a moan at what that meant; she really did want him.
As he nipped lightly at her collarbone, Finn pressed a finger inside her, his body a little tense as he waited for her reaction.
Rachel couldn’t really believe this was happening. She was cheating on her fiance, with her best friend. Her best friend who she, for as long as she could remember, always thought she was meant to be with. Even after that night years ago when she told him she loved him and he forgot the next day, a part of her had always stayed strongly believing that Finn Hudson was always going to be the one for her. You didn’t always end up with your soulmate, right? Sometimes it just never happened, but that didn’t mean that it shouldn’t. And now, this was happening.
Finn’s warm body was pressed against hers, his eager mouth on her chest, and she felt like she was going to pass out from all the emotions that were rushing through her. It should have felt awkward, it should have felt wrong, but god, she felt neither of those things. Her head pushed back into the pillow with a mewling moan and her nails dug into his back as he kissed her throat, his mouth leaving wet trails on her skin.
“Then have me,” she whispered, bringing her eyes back to his, dark and thick with longing. Of wanting to give herself to him. “I’m yours.” Her hand brushed against his cheek, a tender touch. “I’ve always been yours.”
In that moment, he could have died for no apparent reason and he would have been happy.
Well, he knew he’d be happier having fucked her again, but still, the way she looked at him, spoke to him… it was enough to do him in.
“And I’ve always been yours,” he returned gently, honesty ringing out in every word. He had, even if he’d never realised it before; his heart was always hers for the taking.
Slowly, softly, Finn parted her lips with his thumb, his eyes just as needy as hers. He smiled, a crooked half smile, before turning his attention to his pants.
Now or never.
Unbuttoning them in a much more careful manner than usual, he still wanted to give her an out, still wanted to give her the chance to say no. God, how he wanted her, but he wanted her to be happy even more than that.
She didn’t protest (he felt like he was going to have a heart attack), and only when he was wearing just his boxers did her hand stop him. He was about to apologise, but then he looked at her, looked into her eyes, and he realised what she wanted.
She wanted to remove them herself, and he gulped awkwardly, a blush on his cheeks.
Rachel gasped a little when he lifted her up in his arms, and she quickly wrapped her arms around his neck, her body buzzing. He was staring at it like she was the sexiest woman he had ever seen, and she felt like her lower belly was on fire. She was so busy trying to remember how to breathe that she was shocked when he suddenly lost his hold on her and she fell onto the mattress. She caught her breath, before she let out a small giggle, her eyes sparkling as she scooted up further on the bed in all her naked glory. She titled her head, her eyes softening.
“Yes… If you come over here,” she said softly, and a small smile spread over her face when Finn almost tripped in his rush to crawl over her. Her fingers grasped onto his shirt, and they quickly got rid of it together before their mouths met again. His chest was warm against hers, and she rubbed her breasts gently against his skin, whimpering into his mouth. This felt so… natural. Like this was all they had been doing for the past 10 years.
Finn let out a less than manly whimper at the feel of her breasts against his skin. He could feel a bead of sweat trickling over a nipple, and he watched, entranced, as it ran down his body, transferring to Rachel’s before it was lost in their embrace. If he’d been with any other girl, a detail like that would have creeped him the hell out, but with her, he felt like they were connected so strongly that anything and everything made the experience more intense.
He still couldn’t believe it was happening. When a hand grabbed one of her breasts and Rachel let out a mangled, pleasured cry, it was real, it was his hand kneading at her, plucking her nipple, taking it into his mouth, teasing her with his tongue. When she cried out a name, it was his name, not Jesse’s or Brody’s or that pervert, Jim that had stalked her for a brief period in college.
It was Finn.
He caught her lips in a frantic, rough kiss that literally made his knees weak. His tongue was practically battling with hers as he kept his hands on her hips, and bucking his jean-covered erection against her thigh, he sighed out in longing. “God, fuck, Rachel, you’re so goddamn beautiful.” He kissed the hollow of her throat, his breathing shallow. “I want you, babe, I really want you.”
Rachel let out a small noise from deep in her throat when his hand slipped in between her legs. She let out a choked whimper, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks, her lip once again pressed between her teeth. Her hips gently arched, and when his thumb pressed against her clit, her eyes widened.
“R-Really?” She breathed, trying to stay focused on his eyes while he slowly began sliding his finger inside of her, making her entire body tremble. Her fingers dug into his shoulders. “You really… Wanted me?”
He began pumping his finger in and out and her eyes fell heavily shut again. A warmth was already spreading through her body, and she felt a gentle tug in her heart, prompting her to lean up and kiss his neck gently.
“Finn,” she breathed against his skin, her voice small and soft. “I don’t… I don’t want this to happen on the floor outside your bathroom.”
Stilling the rhythm of his fingers, Finn’s lips quirked in a smile. “Oh, so you think you’re special enough to gain access to my bed, Berry?” Glancing down at her breasts, her nipples perky and hard, he managed a soft shrug. “I suppose you’re dressed for the occasion.”
Finally standing up (and thankful for the chance; his back was already aching), Finn scooped Rachel into his arms and carried her bridal style into his bedroom, gleefully watching as her boobs bounced with every step he took. He was too busy staring, in fact, to notice the suitcase that was pressed up against his wall. He’d been too lazy to unpack it after his trip away with the band, and as he neared the bed, his foot caught on the corner of the suitcase, sending Rachel flying.
Luckily, she fell with a light thud on top of his mattress, and thankfully, it only made her boobs bounce even more; he definitely couldn’t complain.
“This more to your liking?” he teased, giving her the chance to back out if she wanted to (though he wasn’t sure he would be able to control himself).
She felt like her heart stopped beating for a moment, at the same time as it felt like it was going to beat out of her chest. He was so honest, his eyes dark and thick with lust. For her.
Feelings she hadn’t let herself feel in a long time tickled their way back into her body. Longing for his hands and mouth on her body, to be with him completely. She knew she wasn’t supposed to let him, but at that moment her lust for him overclouded everything else. Her bottom lip gently slipped between her teeth, and her other leg slid up and over his.
“I want you too,” she admitted quietly, and she let out a small moan when Finn’s mouth crashed over hers again. “God, I want you so much,” she whimpered between kisses, pressing her body up against his.
There were really only two outcomes to Finn’s confession; hot sex or hot denial. He’d more than expected her to slap him across the face, actually, but to hear her say she wanted him, sober…
He was sure he was having a very realistic sex dream. Still, not one to pass up on an opportunity, he kissed her back fervently as she whimpered and writhed underneath him.
She was naked, like, actually naked, already fucking wet.
This was what dreams were made of.
He hadn’t been honest though. He hadn’t mentioned what he’d really wanted to do, make love to her, but he figured they had all the time in the world.
His teeth nipping at her bottom lip, Finn slipped a hand between her thighs, his calloused thumbs brushing against the damp skin he found there (though whether it was from the shower or his touch, he couldn’t tell).
“All I’ve ever wanted is you,” he murmured against her mouth as he pressed a finger against her core with an experimental grunt.
His lips were on hers before she even had the chance to really understand how they had ended up on the floor, and only a few moments later her lips parted, a whimper leaving her lips when his tongue entered her mouth. Her fingers grasped on to his hair and she kissed him back heavily, both panting as they made out on the floor like a couple of horny teenagers.
Rachel let out small whimpers, her tongue running over his, her foot slipping up his leg. It settled between his knees, causing her core to press right into the rock hard bulge in his jeans. She moaned out his name, her body arching slightly off the floor, breasts pressing into his chest. He tore his mouth away from hers and attacked her neck, and she whimpered, panting heavily.
“F-Finn, what are we doing?” She whispered as he licked a drop of water from her collarbone, making her body tremble and her skin to break out in goosebumps.
Keeping his gaze on hers as his tongue swept a bead of water from her skin, Finn felt like his heart was about to beat out of his chest.
“I want you,” he said, his voice husky and honest and raw with lust.
Now or never.
“I want you, Rachel. I want to do you, screw you, fuck you, and not like in that shitty porno, ‘cause I’m gonna take care of you, alright?” To emphasise his promise, Finn ran a finger down her collarbone, smiling when she gulped and shivered. “Really good care of you.”
Rachel was just getting out of the shower when she heard the fire alarm set off, and then heard Finn yell her name. Several scenarios ran through her mind, all of them involving Finn getting trapped in some way under a burning furniture, and she sprinted out from the bathroom, without actually grabbing a towel.
“Finn, are you okay?” She shrieked, entering the kitchen, ready to find Finn passed out and smoke everywhere. What she found though, was Finn’s wide eyes and the light burning from the popcorn on the stove.
Her mouth fell open, and for a moment they stared at each other, before she gasped and turned back around, running back towards the bathroom.
Finn ran after her, apologizing for scaring her, and when she tripped on the carpet, he fell too. On top of her. His body was pressed against her wet and naked one, and they stared at each other again, too stunned to even breathe.
Time seemed to stop as Rachel’s naked, wet boobs appeared out of nowhere. Was he dreaming? Had there been some kind of drug in that fucking vegan ice cream? Because there she was, in all her glory, glistening and speechless and perfect.
Until she gasped and disappeared back into the bathroom. He hadn’t meant to scare her (he’d kind of been concentrating on not burning his apartment down), so in a fit of ‘oh crap, I need to apologise’, he chased after her, only to literally fall into some kind of fantasy.
On the floor, naked Rachel, barely any space between their mouths.
So he did what any guy would have done; he sprung a boner and kissed her square on the lips. Maybe it wasn’t his finest moment, and maybe she’d hate him for the rest of his life, but he couldn’t pass up on the opportunity (even if he was going to squash her to death).
Her lips were as perfect as they always were, plump, soft, sweet, and hell, how was he supposed to control himself? Before he knew what he was doing, he was cupping her face in his hands, his tongue begging for entrance as he let out the softest of groans.
She tried to not do that, but after ten minutes she realized that cold showers didn’t exactly work the same way with women, and that she was more turned on than she had ever been in her life. So she found herself leaning against the cold wall, her eyes closed and hand cupping her pulsing core. She began rubbing her clit, shivering and whimpering quietly.
Finn’s face showed up in her mind, and she found herself getting even more worked up. She should have been imagining Jesse, but she couldn’t seem to remember his face at the moment. All she could see was Finn.
She didn’t even need to think about his body, his face was enough to have her panting, and it didn’t take her long with her fingers until her legs began shaking beneath her as she moaned out his name.
She stayed on the same spot for a couple of minutes, staring at the wall across from her, her breathing slowly returning to normal. Then her eyes filled with tears, and she quickly began washing off again. She was marrying Jesse, and here she was, fingering herself thinking about her best friend? What was wrong with her!?
Once satisfied (as much as he could be when all he wanted was Rachel), Finn washed his hands in the kitchen, licking his lips as he kept glancing towards the bathroom. Rachel still hadn’t returned, and he was getting worried about her, mainly…
Mainly because he’d had a terrifying thought, and it made him sick to the stomach.
That was just it; what if she was sick? What if she was in there because she kept feeling nauseous or something?
What if she, you know…
He couldn’t think about Rachel and Jesse babies without wanting to be sick himself. To try and distract his thoughts, Finn set about to making more popcorn, though he kind of regretted that when the fire alarm started going off.
She had to tell herself to keep breathing when Finn stroked her hand. His touch seemed to shake her entire body, and at that moment she found herself wondering why she wasn’t kissing him right now, touching him like the woman was on the screen. Fingers tightly wrapped in his thick hair. Tongue deep in his warm mouth. His solid body pressed against hers. Her cheeks pinked and she quickly nodded, even though she had only gotten the last part. “I-I think you’re right, we… I-I need to go to the bathroom.”
She quickly left the living room, closing the door to the bathroom behind her. She leaned back against it, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out a tiny moan of frustration. Her heart was pounding almost as hard as the ache between her legs, and panicking, she reached and turned to shower on. That’s what guys did when they were turned on right? Cold showers.
She stripped down and shivered as she stepped under the cold spray of water. She washed herself frantically, hoping to wash away the attraction she felt towards her best friend.
Finn stared up at the ceiling and felt his whole body shiver as the sound of the shower filled the room.
No, he couldn’t think like that, couldn’t imagine his best friend naked in his shower, trying to cool off after what they’d just watched, because the more he pictured her throbbing with need for him, the harder he found it stay away.
And the harder the noticeable bulge in his pants became.
Was Rachel really so stubborn that she couldn’t allow herself to admit that she wanted him?
Then again, if what Santana had said was true, she’d had to deal with the same kind of rejection before, and he still kind of hated himself for that.
The only thing that kept him from fucking her in the shower was the depth of his love, as messed up as it sounded. If he went in there and made her feel uncomfortable (or made her cheat on Jesse again), there was a chance that she’d be scared off, and he couldn’t have that.
But he couldn’t just sit there with a raging boner, either. Confident that he could still hear the shower on full blast, Finn slipped a hand in his jeans, cursing himself for getting in such a situation. He was nearly 30 for god’s sake; he thought he’d outgrown getting off to bad porn.
She let out a slightly choked giggle, her eyes wide as the camera zoomed in on some very intimate parts. God this movie was so bad, but she found herself unable to look away.
“Y-Yeah,” she stuttered slightly as the other girl showed up behind the man and began practically chewing on his neck. “Who sounds like that during s-sex anyway?”
She tried to act normally, but it was so hard when he was right there next to her, when she found herself drawn to him. Her hand accidentally slipped of her thigh and brushed against Finn’s that was resting between them. The both of them sucked in shaky breaths, but didn’t move their hands.
He remembered exactly how he’d sounded in that very same situation, Rachel’s mouth around his dick, and those kind of thoughts weren’t really helping him stay focused. He was about to protest (“Nah, not at all, he sounds like he’s being mauled by a cat”) when her hand brushed against his, and he felt his heart jump through his chest.
God, she was turning him into a mess.
Without thinking it through, he took her hand in his own, rubbing the pads of his thumbs over her knuckles as he shot her a bashful smile. “I guess this wasn’t the best idea, you being engaged to someone else and all.” Finn licked his lips and found himself staring at her mouth. Shaking his head, he gulped. “We uh, don’t have to watch anymore, if you feel u-uncomfortable.”