Fic: A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Title: A Sheep in Wolf's Clothing
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing: ...that's complicated - Kurtina, "Finchel"
Spoilers: 3x20
Rating: R
Warnings: There are a few, but basically if the idea of Prop!Finchel/Kurtina bothers you, I wouldn't read it. This story was not meant to erase canon sexualities, just having some fun in Prop!land. :)
Length: ~1200
Summary: Kurt was Finn, and he wanted to have sex with me, as you.
A/N: Title is from 'It's a Hit' by Rilo Kiley
It's Kurt that Tina can't stop staring at, no matter what package he's currently wrapped up in. She swears her knees wobble at the way he towers over her, seemingly more so than usual. Kurt has gotten taller and more muscled over the years in a way a lot of his wardrobe doesn't show.
Her heart thumps at the possessive arm around her shoulders as they head out of the choir room, to where she hopes Kurt will make good on his promise.
Finn.
Right.
Finn.
It’s hard to keep things straight today, especially with Kurt’s gorgeous eyes staring back at her.
-
They're in Rachel's room, and all Tina wants to do is explore her private domain, but Kurt is lounging on the bed and suddenly Rachel Berry's diary doesn't seem all that interesting.
He doesn't kiss the way Tina imagines Finn would kiss. It could be because this is all in her head. Maybe it doesn’t matter how Finn might kiss. Maybe the boy before her is supposed to kiss the way she wants him to kiss. The way he's mouthing at her neck is plucked right from a recent makeout session with Mike only further reinforces the fact.
The fact that it's Kurt's hands that are sneaking under her sweater to brush a thumb along a nipple isn't helping her keep things straight. His hands are both elegant and strong - nothing like Finn's.
Surer like Mike’s.
Curious like Finn’s.
But then there are the gruffer than usual pleas of "can we?" and "it'll feel better this time, I've been practicing" that snap her back to her current reality.
She makes a questioning sound and Kurt responds with another whine of - “Can we?”
“Can we what?”
Tina knows Finn isn’t always good at using his words, but this is getting ridiculous --
Up until Kurt starts kissing down her neck, bypassing her breasts completely in favor nipping down the soft skin of her stomach.
She knows where this tends to go.
“Yeah,” she tells him. “You know, if you want....” Because she doesn’t want to assume.
The way Kurt scrambles to tug down the zipper of her skirt in indication enough. “Y-yeah?”
Tina nods.
Kurt drags the skirt down her legs and presses kisses to each of her calves before he tugs the skirt off completely.
He leaves the socks on. Tina can’t say she minds. Her toes often get cold during this sort of thing. He might not be skilled, but he makes up for it with his enthusiasm. Finn’s enthusiasm, she supposes, but prefers not to linger on.
His grip on her hips is firm as he drags his lips down her stomach. She can’t help but arch as she feels his lips bypass her clit.
Tina wants so badly to grab him by the hair and show him what she wants, but a small voice in the back of her head screams that Rachel wouldn’t. Instead, she whines and tries to arch her hips towards his mouth, towards some kind of relief for the dull throb of her clit.
This is her fantasy. For all she knows, she’s concussed in the bottom of a dirty mall fountain. Why can’t he do what she wants?
She can safely say that she knows two things for sure: Rachel Berry has cupcakes on her underwear and Kurt Hummel looks like he's in heaven when he's between her legs. Tina can't tell if the noises are for show or not. Had it been Kurt, she would assume show, but it’s definitely not Kurt.
Regardless, the little vibrations the little sounds make feel amazing. Not to mention the fact that Kurt keeps stroking her thighs and nosing at the damp cotton of her panties until Tina can feel every part of her body trembling. Faintly, she wonders if his lips are fixed on one of the cupcakes.
Wide blue eyes, searching for her approval.
This time, she’s happy to give it.
Maybe there is a reasoning for Rachel Berry’s choice in undergarments. The cupcakes seem to be stretched over some of the more helpful spots.
An underwear roadmap.
She is truly in the midst of Finn and Rachel’s sex life.
All he seems to need is time, much like the Finn she knows. He doesn’t catch on at first, but all it takes is some coaxing and encouragement to get his lips wrapped her clit and those stupid cupcake panties wrapped around one of her ankles.
Kurt's looking up at her with Finn's signature crooked grin, and Tina feels like she should be embarrassed by just how much this is working for her.
"Am I doing good?" he asks breathlessly.
Tina's lips part in a small gasp. "Are you...? Seriously?" She has half a mind to shove his head back down there.
Mike knows the rules. When you start to hear the good noises, you don’t fucking stop.
"You always tell me when I'm doing good." Kurt gives her a sheepish smile and kisses her thigh in apology. "Doing well, I mean."
“Sweetie,” she pauses to brush her hands through his hair, “you’re doing wonderfully.”
He preens under the praise and ducks his head back down, redoubling his efforts. He is tracing a pattern she doesn’t dare make out, for fear it’s some terrible combination of words. This is Finn, after all, in shiny Kurt wrapping paper or not.
She feels his gorgeous fingers tracing her center, and she can’t help but arch her hips downward. She’s close, but she needs the extra push. Kurt’s swollen lips and goofy smiles are almost enough, but not quite.
The next time she arches her hips down, she feels the tips of his fingers press in, and she can’t help the moans that escape her lips.
“Do you like--”
“Dammit, Finn,” she chokes out. “Stop asking me what I like, and just do something.”
His fingers press in further, curling and searching until Tina’s hips start to fuck down. Closer, harder. She wants his lips and fingers and smiles. Smiles pressed up against where she’s swollen and wet and wanting.
Tina is finally thankful that one of her dearest friends will be graduating in a matter of weeks, because she is almost certain that she will never be able to look him in the eyes again.
Her eyes find his, and she cries out one last plea of “oh, Kurt!”
And the next thing she knows, she’s emerging from a fountain. The water tastes like pennies and Kurt’s eyes still manage to find her on the other side.
But not in the way she had been hoping.
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing: ...that's complicated - Kurtina, "Finchel"
Spoilers: 3x20
Rating: R
Warnings: There are a few, but basically if the idea of Prop!Finchel/Kurtina bothers you, I wouldn't read it. This story was not meant to erase canon sexualities, just having some fun in Prop!land. :)
Length: ~1200
Summary: Kurt was Finn, and he wanted to have sex with me, as you.
A/N: Title is from 'It's a Hit' by Rilo Kiley
It's Kurt that Tina can't stop staring at, no matter what package he's currently wrapped up in. She swears her knees wobble at the way he towers over her, seemingly more so than usual. Kurt has gotten taller and more muscled over the years in a way a lot of his wardrobe doesn't show.
Her heart thumps at the possessive arm around her shoulders as they head out of the choir room, to where she hopes Kurt will make good on his promise.
Finn.
Right.
Finn.
It’s hard to keep things straight today, especially with Kurt’s gorgeous eyes staring back at her.
-
They're in Rachel's room, and all Tina wants to do is explore her private domain, but Kurt is lounging on the bed and suddenly Rachel Berry's diary doesn't seem all that interesting.
He doesn't kiss the way Tina imagines Finn would kiss. It could be because this is all in her head. Maybe it doesn’t matter how Finn might kiss. Maybe the boy before her is supposed to kiss the way she wants him to kiss. The way he's mouthing at her neck is plucked right from a recent makeout session with Mike only further reinforces the fact.
The fact that it's Kurt's hands that are sneaking under her sweater to brush a thumb along a nipple isn't helping her keep things straight. His hands are both elegant and strong - nothing like Finn's.
Surer like Mike’s.
Curious like Finn’s.
But then there are the gruffer than usual pleas of "can we?" and "it'll feel better this time, I've been practicing" that snap her back to her current reality.
She makes a questioning sound and Kurt responds with another whine of - “Can we?”
“Can we what?”
Tina knows Finn isn’t always good at using his words, but this is getting ridiculous --
Up until Kurt starts kissing down her neck, bypassing her breasts completely in favor nipping down the soft skin of her stomach.
She knows where this tends to go.
“Yeah,” she tells him. “You know, if you want....” Because she doesn’t want to assume.
The way Kurt scrambles to tug down the zipper of her skirt in indication enough. “Y-yeah?”
Tina nods.
Kurt drags the skirt down her legs and presses kisses to each of her calves before he tugs the skirt off completely.
He leaves the socks on. Tina can’t say she minds. Her toes often get cold during this sort of thing. He might not be skilled, but he makes up for it with his enthusiasm. Finn’s enthusiasm, she supposes, but prefers not to linger on.
His grip on her hips is firm as he drags his lips down her stomach. She can’t help but arch as she feels his lips bypass her clit.
Tina wants so badly to grab him by the hair and show him what she wants, but a small voice in the back of her head screams that Rachel wouldn’t. Instead, she whines and tries to arch her hips towards his mouth, towards some kind of relief for the dull throb of her clit.
This is her fantasy. For all she knows, she’s concussed in the bottom of a dirty mall fountain. Why can’t he do what she wants?
She can safely say that she knows two things for sure: Rachel Berry has cupcakes on her underwear and Kurt Hummel looks like he's in heaven when he's between her legs. Tina can't tell if the noises are for show or not. Had it been Kurt, she would assume show, but it’s definitely not Kurt.
Regardless, the little vibrations the little sounds make feel amazing. Not to mention the fact that Kurt keeps stroking her thighs and nosing at the damp cotton of her panties until Tina can feel every part of her body trembling. Faintly, she wonders if his lips are fixed on one of the cupcakes.
Wide blue eyes, searching for her approval.
This time, she’s happy to give it.
Maybe there is a reasoning for Rachel Berry’s choice in undergarments. The cupcakes seem to be stretched over some of the more helpful spots.
An underwear roadmap.
She is truly in the midst of Finn and Rachel’s sex life.
All he seems to need is time, much like the Finn she knows. He doesn’t catch on at first, but all it takes is some coaxing and encouragement to get his lips wrapped her clit and those stupid cupcake panties wrapped around one of her ankles.
Kurt's looking up at her with Finn's signature crooked grin, and Tina feels like she should be embarrassed by just how much this is working for her.
"Am I doing good?" he asks breathlessly.
Tina's lips part in a small gasp. "Are you...? Seriously?" She has half a mind to shove his head back down there.
Mike knows the rules. When you start to hear the good noises, you don’t fucking stop.
"You always tell me when I'm doing good." Kurt gives her a sheepish smile and kisses her thigh in apology. "Doing well, I mean."
“Sweetie,” she pauses to brush her hands through his hair, “you’re doing wonderfully.”
He preens under the praise and ducks his head back down, redoubling his efforts. He is tracing a pattern she doesn’t dare make out, for fear it’s some terrible combination of words. This is Finn, after all, in shiny Kurt wrapping paper or not.
She feels his gorgeous fingers tracing her center, and she can’t help but arch her hips downward. She’s close, but she needs the extra push. Kurt’s swollen lips and goofy smiles are almost enough, but not quite.
The next time she arches her hips down, she feels the tips of his fingers press in, and she can’t help the moans that escape her lips.
“Do you like--”
“Dammit, Finn,” she chokes out. “Stop asking me what I like, and just do something.”
His fingers press in further, curling and searching until Tina’s hips start to fuck down. Closer, harder. She wants his lips and fingers and smiles. Smiles pressed up against where she’s swollen and wet and wanting.
Tina is finally thankful that one of her dearest friends will be graduating in a matter of weeks, because she is almost certain that she will never be able to look him in the eyes again.
Her eyes find his, and she cries out one last plea of “oh, Kurt!”
And the next thing she knows, she’s emerging from a fountain. The water tastes like pennies and Kurt’s eyes still manage to find her on the other side.
But not in the way she had been hoping.