this modern love [2/?]
Title: this modern love
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~7,000
Summary: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
His hands grip her hips the second their feet hit the upstairs landing and he guides them both to his room with a sense of urgency that she doesn’t hate at all-it’s fucking hot, if she’s being completely honest. Whirling on him as soon as the door closes behind them, she grabs his shoulders and pulls him in for a kiss, pushing her tongue past his lips while the party continues a floor below.
She’s a little surprised by how good she already feels, but the way he’s holding tightly to her hip with one hand and running his other hand up her side to brush his thumb along her ribcage, she’s pretty confident that the night is going to be super hot. Goosebumps break out over her skin when he changes angles and deepens the kiss as he kneads her breast, flicking his thumb over a hard nipple.
Normally she’d take the reins, but he’s doing such a good job already that she just wraps her hands around his waist and lets him feel her up and kiss the breath out of her. She whines when he takes his hand off her tit and he pulls his lips away from hers. “Don’t fucking tease,” she spits out.
“’M not,” he tells her in a low voice, holding her gaze and grinning down at her. Slipping his hands under the hem of her dress, he quickly tugs it up and off her body. “Fuck,” he groans, when he sees that she’s completely naked now.
“I’m impressed,” she tells him honestly, laughing a bit when he throws the dress over his shoulder and pulls her closer.
Finn licks his lips, slowly combing his eyes up her body until they’re on hers. “I’ve been staring at you all night,” he admits quietly, smoothing the back of his hand over her stomach. “Figured out how to do that after about five minutes.”
“Yeah?” she asks amusedly, tugging the shirt from his jeans. He silently nods and it makes her laugh, these two sides of Finn Hudson, as she sets her fingers on deftly unbuttoning his shirt. She slides her hands up his chest and pushes the shirt off his shoulders, admiring the muscles in his arms and chest.
It’s not like this is the first (or even tenth) time she’s seen him without a shirt, but his body is so much better than she remembers it ever being before. Granted, she hadn’t given him much thought until about a week ago, but still. Bowing her head, she kisses a sloppy trail over his chest while she unbuckles his belt. Looking up at him through her lashes, her lips curl into a smirk. “What happened in your head after you got me naked?” she asks teasingly, her tongue flicking his nipple, never breaking eye contact. He sucks in a breath and moans quietly, tightening his hold on her hips. “Because I have some ideas,” she tells him in her naughtiest voice.
“God, me too,” Finn rasps, sitting down on the edge of the bed. His hands cup her ass, pulling her until she’s standing between his legs, and he dips his head to press his lips to her stomach just below her belly button.
Her skin flushes warmly when he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down her belly and over her hip; and aside from thinking how good everything feels (again), she can’t help the surprise she feels (again) over the fact that Finn Hudson is the one making her feel like this. Heat begins flickering between her legs and she lets out a quiet noise of approval as his tongue licks down the crease of her thigh and his nose brushes against her sex. “I like this,” she instructs breathily, threading her fingers into his hair. “Keep it up.”
Peering up at her with dark eyes and an impish (and totally sexy) look on his face, he slides a hand down the back of her leg and draws it up over his shoulder while the bass of some song she doesn’t care about playing downstairs pulses beneath her feet. His other hand curls around her thigh and he licks a slow line along her center. They groan at the same time and the combination of their sounds is really hot. He looks up at her again, his lips hovering over just where she wants him again and murmurs, “You’re so damn hot, Santana.”
“I know. Santana rocks her hips forward until she’s touching his mouth. He pulls back a little and chuckles, making her lips fall into a scowl. “Quit fucking teasing, Hudson,” she barks, tugging his hair, “and lick my pussy.”
“I really like your dirty talk,” he tells her. She’s just about to open her mouth and yell at him to stop talking and do something for the love of Christ and she’ll dirty talk like a motherfucker when his tongue swirls around her clit unexpectedly and her leg wobbles. Fuck. He does it again and her head tips back while her hand searches for purchase on his shoulder in an attempt to keep from falling over.
He tongues her slit a few times before pulling back and sinking a finger deep inside. “Yes,” she hisses, pulling his head closer as the heat begins to curl low in her belly. “Fuck yes, that feels good.”
Finn makes this humming noise in his throat as he sucks her clit hard into his mouth, biting down a little. “Don’t stop,” she pants, her heart pounding in her ears. “Goddammit, Finn, don’t stop!” His fingers slide rhythmically in and out, pressing as deep as he can, sucking and flicking her clit with his tongue. She’s so, so close to losing her mind completely. Just a little more. And more he gives her until everything inside tightens, her whole body going rigid, until the heat explodes and fans throughout every inch of her, his name tearing loudly from her lips.
His tongue doesn’t stop while she rides her orgasm out, and she loves how killer it feels and thinks he’s pretty awesome for knowing to do that in the first place. He’s gripping her thighs to keep her upright, his tongue still lapping against her swollen clit. Finally she can’t take it anymore and shoves his face away, unwrapping her leg from around his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, Finn,” she swears, gulping to catch her breath. She feels him smile against her hip just before he presses a kiss there and looks up at her.
“You taste good,” he murmurs, a dimple winking in his cheek as he licks the taste of her off his lips.
“Who are you right now?” she demands, chuckling a little in disbelief that she’s still experiencing aftershocks from being eaten out by him of all people. She straddles his lap, pressing her knees into the mattress and kisses him, her fingers grabbing at the hair on the back of his neck. Licking into his mouth, she curls her tongue around his and tastes herself. He likes it, she knows (what guy doesn’t), because he cups her ass again and rolls his hips against hers.
“Who am I?” he asks, nibbling a line over her jaw to her earlobe. “I’m the guy from downstairs you wanted to fuck. Remember?”
“God,” she growls, shoving him onto his back. “I’m so turned on by you right now it’s stupid.” His answering smile can only be termed wicked (at least for him) and she reaches for the button on his jeans, gently easing the zipper down. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she pulls his jeans and boxers down low on his hips. She whines when she meets resistance and he lifts his hips up off the bed to help her.
His cock is so much bigger than she remembers. (To be honest, the only thing she remembers from their only other sexual encounter was that it was quick and terrible.) He’s actually kind of huge and she eyes it greedily when he starts stroking himself.
“Chimi, c’mon,” he grunts, sitting up. “Do something. I’m so hard it hurts.” His voice is bordering on pathetic.
She barks out a laugh and he doesn’t seem very impressed, but she can’t help it. He’s not at all like she expected and it’s awesome. (And she admittedly loves it when guys beg for it; he’s no exception. It really gets her going, okay?) “Relax-I’m gonna blow you.” Sinking down to her knees on the floor, she sees his eyes light up and when she runs her hands up his legs and pushes them apart, he makes an appreciative noise in his throat and runs a hand over her hair.
“Fuck-yes,” he groans after she licks a line up his dick and swirls her tongue around the tip. She strokes him with her hand while her tongue flicks the head and he slips his hands into her hair and pulls it back from her face so he can watch. Her eyes lift up to meet his and she takes him fully into her mouth, sliding slowly down towards the base and back up again, never breaking his gaze. “More. San, please. God.”
She gets into a rhythm, slipping her lips up and down, and God, he’s really, really hard and totally into this. I mean, why he wouldn’t be is beyond her, but he’s making these noises in the back of his throat and kind of massaging her scalp while he holds her hair back so she knows for sure. This is one of her favorite sexual acts to perform because she loves how in control she is, loves making guys pant and moan out her name, making them lose their minds. And she’s good at it. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing hard around him and he jerks his hips just a little. “You’re amazing…Jesus.”
Her eyes flick up and she gives him a wink of thanks. Finn smiles lazily in return and strokes the pad of his thumb softly over her cheek. His eyes fall closed when she swallows again and he grunts out something unintelligible before pulling her off. “What?” she pouts, licking her lips.
“You gotta stop, San,” he says hoarsely.
“Why? Thinking of the mailman?” she asks sharply. She’s only teasing. Mostly. But she is a little annoyed that she didn’t get to finish him off.
His eyes snap open and he looks down a little heatedly at her. She loves the way the heat pulses between her thighs when he does. “Fuck, Santana! That was forever ago.”
Her eyes narrow challengingly and a sneer breaks out over her lips. “Prove it.”
Finn stands and pulls her gently to her feet, drawing her in for a kiss and smoothing his broad hands up her back. “I plan on it,” he murmurs against her mouth. “Lay down.”
“Or you could just bend me over,” Santana suggests, pressing closer. In fact, that seems like a very excellent idea right now-his big hands gripping her hips while he slams roughly into her over and over and…
“God, Santana,” he grunts, interrupting her thoughts and sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass. “Later.” His hands slide down farther still, gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her off the ground.
She wraps her legs seamlessly around his waist and she feels his length brush against her center, making them both let out this guttural groan that fills the room. She doesn’t even care how they do it right now; she just needs him inside her, like, yesterday. It’s a bit overwhelming to her how badly she wants him. Not just the sex they’re about to have, but him. It’s fucked.
Her brain mostly shuts down when they sort of just tumble onto his bed and he rolls on top of her and drops his mouth to hers. His weight is pressing her down into the mattress and he’s heavy in the best possible way and in all the right places. His lips skate down her neck, nipping and licking at her pulse point while one hand roams up her side until it’s covering her breast and he’s rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The foreplay is good and all, but she wants to come again more than she wants to breathe right now and she knows he does, too. “Finn,” she barks out, arching against him and feeling his cock slick against her once again. “Put a condom on and fuck me already.”
Finn pushes himself up on his forearms and gives her an absolutely filthy grin that makes her lady business tingle. She’s pretty proud of that look and the fact that he’s able to give it. He rolls halfway off her and reaches for the nightstand by the bed. She slips her hand between them and wraps it around his dick, pumping him slowly and laughing a little when he swears and fumbles through the top drawer. Sitting back on his haunches, he knocks her hand away. “You’re impatient,” he says needlessly, quickly tearing open the packet and smoothing the latex down his impressive length.
She eyes him hungrily and licks her lips. “I know. So hurry up, big guy.”
He pushes her legs further apart and slides a finger along her slit where she’s completely soaked. “Hard or soft?” he rasps in a voice she finds hard to believe belongs to him. It’s fucking hot though and she rolls her hips up, groaning a little when she rubs against him.
“The fuck do you think?” The wicked grin returns briefly and then he’s hooking his hands under her knees to pull her body closer. She watches one hand slip between their bodies as he guides himself slowly inside her and lowers his body on top of hers. A groan that is anything but ladylike spills past her lips and her eyes fall closed as he fills her completely and she stretches and adjusts around him. His lips capture hers, kissing her a lot more softly than she expects him to in that moment, his fingers stroking up her ribcage.
He hasn’t even moved yet and she already feels like she’s close to the edge, which is totally ridiculous even if it is true. Part of her quickly wonders how she could have possibly forgotten this, him, but he’d been a bumbling sixteen year old virgin the only other time they slept together and a two pump chump to boot, so, you know. To be perfectly honest, she’d forgotten all about it before she even finished the hamburger she made him buy her. So, she hooks one leg high on his hip and her hands low on his back, pulling him closer so she can stop thinking so much and just enjoy the sensations happening in her body.
He finally moves a little, sinking even deeper inside as he breaks the kiss lets out this string of broken curses that closely mimic the ones coming from her mouth. “You’re tight. Goddamn,” he mumbles, burying his face against her neck.
“S’because you’ve got a big dick, Finn. Congratulations. Now fuck me with it,” she pants, rocking her hips up the same time he thrusts against her. “And don’t be shy about it either. I can take it.”
She feels his laugh before she hears it and then he’s propping himself up on his hands and grinning down at her with this gleam in his eye that she’s never seen him wear before. “You’re seriously laughing at me right now?” He grins some more and shrugs a little before he presses his hips into hers, pulling this whiny moan from the back of her throat. If she didn’t want this so badly, she’d punish him for the teasing. “You’re lucky I want to get off right now,” she warns sourly.
Finn pushes her arms above her head and pins them there with one hand and gives her an absolutely wicked grin. “I like that I can make you crazy, San,” he tells her in this dark whisper that makes something inside pulse hot. He crushes his mouth to hers before she can say anything and starts moving his hips the way she was on the verge of begging for.
He pushes a little harder the way she loves, snapping his hips more sharply than he was before. She hitches her legs higher up on his hips and feels him go even deeper, making her groan loudly as her head falls back further into the pillow. “Damn that feels good,” she tells him, leaning up to kiss his neck. “Just like that.”
Her heart is starting to race and she can feel her skin growing hot. His skin is hot, too, and slick with sweat as he drives her closer to the release she wants. And as much as she does want that, he feels so good that she doesn’t care if this lasts a while before she gets it. She wants to touch him and it should weird her out a little that he seems to realize this and lets go of her wrists almost the second she thinks it. That thought vanishes though when she threads her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and he kisses her again.
“You feel amazing,” he says against her lips. She rolls her body up, gripping tightly to his bicep and smirks when he grunts and buries his face into her neck again. “God! You’re gonna make me come.”
“Me first,” she snaps. “Now bend me over and make me scream.”
“Fuck…so hot,” he grunts, pulling out and sitting back on the bed. He hooks a hand under her knee and flips her over onto her stomach.
She’s no stranger to getting fucked like this and quickly gets up on her knees, tossing a sexy look at him over her shoulder. “Do it. Now,” she barks. She’s really not trying to be a bitch or anything; she just wants to come already.
He lines himself up and pushes completely back into her heat, joining their bodies once again. Immediately he starts snapping his hips roughly against hers, establishing the best rhythm she can possibly think of. His fingers are biting into the flesh around her hips while he thrusts hard into her again and again and again. He’s really amazing at this and she’s clawing for purchase on the pillow under her hands, her breath coming out in labored pants. “God, Finn. More,” she whines, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm sparking low in her gut.
Finn’s hand comes up to her shoulder and he pushes her down until her nipples graze the plaid bedspread beneath them and her ass pushes higher in the air. “So good,” he grunts out, thrusting deeper and faster than he’s been all night, the sound of damp flesh slapping damp flesh drowning out the collective countdown to midnight downstairs. “Come for me, Santana,” he says, reaching his hand around to rub two fingers against her clit.
That’s the last push she needs before she’s tossing her head back and clenching tightly around him, her release flooding rapidly all the way down to the tips of her toes as she screams out his name. He jerks his hips hard against her a few more times until she feels him swell inside her body and he lets go. “Oh, fuck,” he chokes out, slowing his movements until the last of his orgasm subsides. She rocks her hips back a couple times, grinning when he makes this ridiculous noise and slaps her ass to get her to stop. “You’re evil, I swear,” he mutters, draping his body over her to nip at her shoulder.
She just laughs and arches back into his warmth.
“We missed the countdown,” he says, stroking his fingers down her thigh.
“As if you’re complaining right now,” she says, turning her head a little to smirk at him.
He smiles and shakes his head. “Definitely not. Happy New Year, Chimi,” he says into her ear before kissing her cheek and slipping out of her body.
She smiles, rolls over on her side and watches him dispose of the condom. “A New Year’s fuck beats a New Year’s kiss any day of the week.”
Finn laughs and crawls onto the bed beside her. “It does.” His tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip a beat before he’s kissing her and wrapping his arm around her to pull her against his body.
Santana pulls back and ticks a brow up at him. “What are you, a girl? I don’t cuddle.”
He doesn’t seem the least bit offended, because he’s kind of smirking at her as his hand slides down to her ass. “Right, right. I forgot you’re dead inside,” he says teasingly.
She tries to glare, but ends up laughing instead. “And don’t you forget it,” she mumbles. She wants to pull away because the whole cutesy afterglow thing is retarded and she hates it, but what she doesn’t hate is the way his thumb is rubbing back and forth over her hip bone and the way his lips are now skating along her jaw. Her body tenses a little and she feels him smile against her cheek.
“San, I’m just trying to keep warm until I’m ready to fuck you again. Don’t freak out so much, okay?”
His voice sends a shiver down her spine that she finds really sexy. “Awfully presumptuous, aren’t you?” she asks. “Who said I wanted to go again?” She doesn’t appreciate the way he laughs at her. Not one bit.
But then his hand is slipping between her thighs and he makes a liar out of her. “Oh, I don’t know, Santana, how ‘bout you’re still wet for me and you want to go again just as much as I do because that was really, really fucking good.”
She makes a sound in the back of her throat and opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off with a kiss and presses his hand against the small of her back. This would all be easier if he wasn’t such a good kisser. She feels him brush against her thigh and no way is he already hard. Pushing at his chest, she looks down feels her eyes grow wide. “How in the holy hell are you hard again already?”
He gives her this boyish smile that quickly turns naughty. “You’re sexy and I recover quickly.”
A half laugh, half moan spills out of her mouth and she pushes him onto his back. “Fine, but I’m in control this time,” she tells him, straddling his hips and reaching for a condom in the night stand. She rolls it into place and strokes him a few times. “And just so we’re clear,” she begins as she moves to take him into her body, “this is a one-night only thing.”
Finn’s hands slide up her thighs and wrap around her hips. “Right, San,” he grins, “one night.”
She doesn’t think he believes her, but he arches up and presses into her body unexpectedly and drives any thought she may have had from her head.
… … …
It’s late the next morning when she finally gets dressed and leaves a very satisfied Finn passed out in his bed. Last night was a lot of fun and with the ache she has deep in her muscles from all of the insane fucking, not one she’s likely to forget anytime soon. But that’s all it was, just a fun night between friends that successfully scratched the itch she’s had for a while.
She buttons up her coat and makes her way downstairs. The place is spotless already (thanks to Rachel no doubt) and she hears a deep laugh taunting her from the couch. This is one of those times where Puck’s an asshole and not in the running to be her best friend. She turns and fixes him with a bored look.
“I’d ask how your night was, whore, but we heard.”
“Noah, be nice,” Rachel scolds, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of water and two ibuprofen for her idiot boyfriend.
“Hey, Rach,” Santana begins, “how come you never told me how huge Finn’s dick is?” She derives extreme pleasure from Puck choking on his water as he alternates between glaring at her and Rachel.
Rachel has this whole deer in headlights look on her face that totally gives her away and Puck doesn’t look very pleased. He’s such an asshole sometimes. “I-I-you had sex with him in high school first,” she reminds her.
Santana rolls her eyes and picks at her fingernail where the polish is chipping. “Yeah, but I forgot because he was shitty in bed then. But seriously, you’re my best friend, you slut, and those are details you share with your bestie. I think I have TMJ from blowing him. That big.” She rubs her jaw for effect and smiles evilly when Puck frowns and sulks on the couch.
“He’s not that big,” Rachel supplies weakly, which is a dead giveaway that she’s lying through her teeth.
Her brows shoot up. “Uh, he wears Magnums, and to be perfectly honest, those are probably a little too snug for that amazing cock.”
Puck scoffs. “Whatever, I wear those, too.”
Santana cackles. “Yeah, but you don’t have to, you just do to make yourself feel better about your average penis.”
“It’s not all about size,” Rachel offers helpfully. “Noah satisfies me just fine with what he has.”
Puck doesn’t look the least bit impressed and Santana nearly doubles over laughing at him. “Yeah, I know. We share a wall, remember?”
“What the fuck is this? Kick Puck in the balls day? Happy fucking New Year. I just want to be hungover and watch some football. Get the hell out of my apartment, Satan. And if you’re so hung up on the size of your ex’s dick, maybe you should just go with her,” he says to Rachel.
Rachel shoots her a scathing look and Santana feels just this side of guilty. She mouths that she’s sorry to her friend and slips out of the apartment before the fighting and/or the making up starts.
… … …
She spends most of the day on the couch in her pajamas eating Doritos and watching a Golden Girls marathon on Lifetime. The number of times she thinks about her night with Finn borders on embarrassing and that’s not going to do her any favors.
Rachel finally comes home and gives her the distraction she’s been looking for. “Thanks a lot, Santana,” she drawls sarcastically as she drops her coat and bag on the floor and sinks down onto the loveseat.
“Tough day, cookie?” Santana grins.
“Do you know how exhausting it is to have sex all day when you’re ridiculously hungover? Not to mention I had to pull out all the big guns to prove to my boyfriend that he really is good in bed. I hate you right now.”
Santana rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Knowing the two of you, you’re more in love than ever and he made you come so hard you didn’t have to fake a thing. Don’t give me the whole ‘woe is me’ act, sister, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ it.” She goes back to polishing her nails.
“I’m literally too tired to even question you properly about your night with Finn. Did he call you today?”
“Uh, no, because there’s no need for that,” Santana informs her, twisting the cap onto the bottle of polish. “It was a onetime thing and not a big deal. Well, except for what he’s got going on in his pants. That’s a very big deal.” She laughs at herself and then laughs harder over Rachel shaking her head and trying not to laugh, too.
… … …
It’s not like she wants or needs to hear from Finn, but this little part of her half expected him to call or text or something; guys usually do because she leaves them wanting more despite her telling them it won’t happen. So when he doesn’t call, she’s bothered by it more than she should be.
Rachel and Puck are gone for a couple days on a mini vacation before the spring semester starts and she’s starting to go a little stir crazy in the apartment alone with her thoughts. It’s Thursday though, and enough of her other friends are back in town and heading to their favorite bar for penny pitchers, so, she decides that’s better than being cooped up at home.
He’s practically the first person she sees when she strolls into the bar and she doesn’t hate the way his eyes roam her body as she approaches the table where he’s sitting with their friends. Of course that makes her think about how his lips and hands roamed her body and that line of thought isn’t helpful at the moment.
She ignores him completely, because fuck him. He hasn’t talked to her since she fucked him into a coma on New Year’s so he doesn’t get to talk to her now. Santana heads for the opposite end of the table and purposely slides down into an empty seat between Cam and Ian. They’re hot and she’s made out with both of them at one time or another and Finn knows that.
For the record, she’s not trying to make Finn jealous or anything. He just needs to learn that she doesn’t get brushed off ever.
“What’s up, bitches?” she greets with a smirk, tossing her bag onto the table. “Who’s buying me a beer?”
Finn tries to catch her eye a few times, but she’s well-skilled at ignoring people. She’s laughing at Cam and the ridiculous story he’s telling involving four loko, an ATM, and a tranny when she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket. Fishing it out of the denim, she sees a message from Finn.
U look hot 2nite
She keeps her expression disinterested and fires back a message that simply reads I know.
“Cam, your story’s dumb. Let’s go play pool.”
It takes Finn another hour to finally grow a pair and come over to talk to her.
He slides up behind her while she’s at the bar getting another pitcher and he sort of wraps his hand around her hip and his fingers sneak into the waistband of her jeans. It feels better than it should and she has to fight the urge to press back against him. “So, I wake up alone and you’re ignoring me? What gives, San?”
She turns and leans back against the bar, fixing him with a bitchy look. “Nothing gives. We fucked, it was fun, and now I’m moving on. Don’t be such a girl.”
Finn’s brows pinch together and his lips fall into a frown. “Then why are you acting like you hate my guts or something?”
“Okay, you’re boring me now,” she says icily, turning around to grab the pitcher. She tries to skirt past him, but his arm comes around her waist and stops her.
“Chimi, c’mon. You can’t be pissed at me for not calling when you made it clear you didn’t want me to.”
Damn him, she thinks, narrowing her eyes. “That’s-”
“Exactly why you’re pissed,” he finishes, cutting her off and moving closer. “I’ll make it up to you.” His voice is low and dark and completely sexy.
“I don’t need you to make anything up to me.” But heat pulses between her thighs so clearly she’s a liar.
He gives her a lopsided grin and brushes his thumb over the small of her back. “Maybe I just want to.”
“Finn,” she warns. And then he’s looking down at her with his big brown eyes and hooking his fingers into the belt loops of her faded jeans, pulling her against him. Whatever other words she had die out in her throat.
“Come home with me.” It’s barely above a whisper, but there’s something filthy about it that completely turns her on.
Santana just stares shrewdly up at him while she considers his offer. She’s damn well got her mind made up already, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to make it easy on him. That’s not her style. Never has been, never will be.
“No,” she says flatly. His face falls and he looks so pathetic and cute that she has a hard time keeping the grin at bay. “If we do this, it’s my place and my rules.”
His smirk gives way to this goofy smile that she can’t believes she finds attractive. “I can do that,” he says. “What are they?”
Sighing like she’s totally put out by this entire situation, she brushes the hair out of her face and narrows her eyes a bit. “You have to get me off three times before your dick comes anywhere near me. And you get the hell out of my apartment when I say so. There’ll be no lingering around or cuddling or any of that sappy bullshit. Got it?”
His smile widens and he nods his head once. “Yes, ma’am.”
Okay, this she can totally get on board with. “Fuck you, Finn,” she says drily, fisting her hand in the front of his shirt. “Pay my tab and let’s get the hell out of here.”
… … …
They drive separately because she’s not a damn taxi service and he’s got his own car. She assumes that he’s only a few minutes behind her because she left him in the bar so he could settle their tabs. When he’s still not at her apartment thirty minutes later, she starts thinking up ways to murder his stupid ass and how to dispose of the body. She knows some people. If this was a scheme to get her worked up and leave her high and dry, he deserves whatever’s coming.
She’s seething from her spot on the couch, angrily flipping through the channels when a knock finally sounds on her front door. Part of her contemplates letting him freeze outside, but she’s pissed and he needs to know it.
He knocks again and calls her name through the door before she finally gets up off the couch to let him inside. “D’you fucking get lost? I’ve only been living here for two years, you moron,” she snaps caustically.
Finn frowns a little and opens the paper bag in his hand, pulling out a big box of condoms. “I needed these.”
Of all the possibilities she’d considered, that hadn’t been one. She feels a little stupid now. “Oh.”
He gives her a half grin and shoves his free hand into the pocket of his jeans. “Can I come in and use ‘em or are you gonna make me stand out here and freeze?”
Santana folds her arms across her chest and arches one perfectly sculpted brow. “Those won’t get used for a while if I let you in. You’ve got things to accomplish first-remember?” His answering smile is caught somewhere between boy and man and she finds it strangely hot.
“I know,” he grins a little bigger, raking his eyes down her to linger over her boobs before looking in her eyes again. She swears he makes this hushed growling sound in the back of his throat, like he’s already thinking about what he wants to do to her. That’s also hot. “Three to be exact.” He raises his eyebrows at her before his face splits into a sneaky grin.
She takes a step back and pulls the door open wider, making room for him to pass. He doesn’t reach for her or brush against her when he does and she finds she’s a little disappointed…not that he’s, you know, not going to touch her because that’s sort of the whole point.
Anyway.
After flipping the deadbolt in place, she feels his hands on her, one at her hip, kneading impatiently, while the other sweeps her hair away from her neck. His body is pressed against hers and he’s cold from standing outside. But then his lips drop to the side of her neck and she warms up fast enough after that.
… … …
Finn does really well with her rules.
Like, really, really well.
So fucking well, in fact, that he makes her come the first time pressed back against the door before he even gets her jeans unbuttoned. (She’s still kinda wondering how the hell that even happened.)
She’s still wearing some clothing the second time, too, though considerably less, and none at all by the third (and best) one.
They stay in the living room, because she won’t let him into her room until he accomplishes his first goal. He doesn’t seem to mind. The loveseat and coffee table work just fine for him (her, too).
… … …
The fourth time she comes, he joins her and they’re both boneless and sweaty and breathless in the middle of her bed. He’s still on top of her, inside her, and his breath is tickling the skin on her neck. He weighs a lot (he’s roughly the size of the Statue of Liberty), but she likes it and doesn’t want him to move yet.
New Year’s Eve was great. This night is phenomenal.
He murmurs something against her skin that she can’t make out. She barely manages to grunt questioningly in response.
“’M I bleeding?” he asks. “I think I’m bleeding. Pretty sure you broke the skin when you scratched your nails down my back.”
“Roll off me, Tubbs, and let me look,” she says, pushing at his shoulder.
Finn complies and flops stomach down beside her on the bed. It takes some effort, but she sits up and sees that he’s not bleeding, but he is definitely sporting some bright red scratch marks that run the length of his back. “No bleeding, but those marks probably aren’t going anywhere any time soon.”
He lifts his head to look at her. She knows her face gives her away. “You don’t have to sound quite so proud about it. Damn!”
She just shrugs and runs her fingers through her hair. “Not my fault you can’t handle a little pain with your pleasure. S’what you get when you fuck me.”
He rolls onto his side and fixes her with an impish look. “I never said I couldn’t handle it.” Smiling, he gets up off the bed and disappears into her adjoining bathroom. She smirks wickedly when she hears him call out “Damn, Santana, you shredded my back!”
Whatever. He wasn’t complaining at the time.
Yawning, she slips beneath the covers and pulls them up to her chin. She’ll thank him for all the orgasms and then kick him out when he comes back, she decides.
… … …
It’s morning when she wakes up again.
Well, actually when Finn wakes her up. He’s buried under her mountain of blankets with his head between her thighs giving her the best wakeup call ever.
“You were supposed to leave last night,” she reminds him, her voice thick with sleep. It’s not that she wants him to stop (she’ll hurt him if he does), but she has rules and he broke one, so it’s not like she can just let that slide.
He glides up her body a little and his head pops up from beneath the blankets. He’s got a bad case of bed head, a five o’clock shadow, and a playful grin tugging at his lips. Adorable and sexy barely scratch the surface and it’s all she can do not to tell him so. “I can stop and leave right now if you want.” He’s completely calling her bluff and she knows it.
“I’ll let you finish,” she yawns, shrugging one shoulder.
His chin is resting on her stomach and he smiles slowly up at her. “Generous of you,” he teases before he starts kissing his way up her body instead of down. He covers her mouth with his and kisses her long and deep. “Morning,” he mumbles, tickling her lips.
“You’re kissing the wrong set of lips right now, Hudson.”
Chuckling, he nips at her jaw and licks a line down her throat. “You’re vulgar.”
“Shut up,” she breathes, laughing a little and arching when his lips find that spot behind her ear. Her fingers thread through his hair to hold him in place. He shifts his body and settles himself between her legs, his length slicking against her entrance. It’s almost impossible how good just that feels even if she knows they really, really shouldn’t do this without a condom. But she wants to feel a tiny bit more of this before she makes him put one on.
“San…” he groans, like a warning or something.
“I know, I know,” she mutters, bending her knees and holding tightly to his arms. “Just a little-wanna feel you.” She presses a kiss to his earlobe and tugs it gently between her lips.
Finn pushes his hips forward and sinks slowly into her heat, inhaling sharply once he bottoms out. He buries his face in her hair, his lips hovering over her ear. “Jesus. You feel too good, Santana.”
She moans and nods her head, rocking her hips into his. “So do you.”
“Okay, okay,” he says after a couple of long, slow thrusts against her. He pushes her hips down into the mattress and looks at her. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Condom, then. Hurry,” she pants.
He fumbles his hand for the box he threw on top of her nightstand last night and fishes a foil packet out. After quickly sheathing himself, he rolls onto his back and pulls her on top of him. “Ride me,” he tells her.
So she does.
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~7,000
Summary: It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this?
His hands grip her hips the second their feet hit the upstairs landing and he guides them both to his room with a sense of urgency that she doesn’t hate at all-it’s fucking hot, if she’s being completely honest. Whirling on him as soon as the door closes behind them, she grabs his shoulders and pulls him in for a kiss, pushing her tongue past his lips while the party continues a floor below.
She’s a little surprised by how good she already feels, but the way he’s holding tightly to her hip with one hand and running his other hand up her side to brush his thumb along her ribcage, she’s pretty confident that the night is going to be super hot. Goosebumps break out over her skin when he changes angles and deepens the kiss as he kneads her breast, flicking his thumb over a hard nipple.
Normally she’d take the reins, but he’s doing such a good job already that she just wraps her hands around his waist and lets him feel her up and kiss the breath out of her. She whines when he takes his hand off her tit and he pulls his lips away from hers. “Don’t fucking tease,” she spits out.
“’M not,” he tells her in a low voice, holding her gaze and grinning down at her. Slipping his hands under the hem of her dress, he quickly tugs it up and off her body. “Fuck,” he groans, when he sees that she’s completely naked now.
“I’m impressed,” she tells him honestly, laughing a bit when he throws the dress over his shoulder and pulls her closer.
Finn licks his lips, slowly combing his eyes up her body until they’re on hers. “I’ve been staring at you all night,” he admits quietly, smoothing the back of his hand over her stomach. “Figured out how to do that after about five minutes.”
“Yeah?” she asks amusedly, tugging the shirt from his jeans. He silently nods and it makes her laugh, these two sides of Finn Hudson, as she sets her fingers on deftly unbuttoning his shirt. She slides her hands up his chest and pushes the shirt off his shoulders, admiring the muscles in his arms and chest.
It’s not like this is the first (or even tenth) time she’s seen him without a shirt, but his body is so much better than she remembers it ever being before. Granted, she hadn’t given him much thought until about a week ago, but still. Bowing her head, she kisses a sloppy trail over his chest while she unbuckles his belt. Looking up at him through her lashes, her lips curl into a smirk. “What happened in your head after you got me naked?” she asks teasingly, her tongue flicking his nipple, never breaking eye contact. He sucks in a breath and moans quietly, tightening his hold on her hips. “Because I have some ideas,” she tells him in her naughtiest voice.
“God, me too,” Finn rasps, sitting down on the edge of the bed. His hands cup her ass, pulling her until she’s standing between his legs, and he dips his head to press his lips to her stomach just below her belly button.
Her skin flushes warmly when he trails hot, open-mouthed kisses down her belly and over her hip; and aside from thinking how good everything feels (again), she can’t help the surprise she feels (again) over the fact that Finn Hudson is the one making her feel like this. Heat begins flickering between her legs and she lets out a quiet noise of approval as his tongue licks down the crease of her thigh and his nose brushes against her sex. “I like this,” she instructs breathily, threading her fingers into his hair. “Keep it up.”
Peering up at her with dark eyes and an impish (and totally sexy) look on his face, he slides a hand down the back of her leg and draws it up over his shoulder while the bass of some song she doesn’t care about playing downstairs pulses beneath her feet. His other hand curls around her thigh and he licks a slow line along her center. They groan at the same time and the combination of their sounds is really hot. He looks up at her again, his lips hovering over just where she wants him again and murmurs, “You’re so damn hot, Santana.”
“I know. Santana rocks her hips forward until she’s touching his mouth. He pulls back a little and chuckles, making her lips fall into a scowl. “Quit fucking teasing, Hudson,” she barks, tugging his hair, “and lick my pussy.”
“I really like your dirty talk,” he tells her. She’s just about to open her mouth and yell at him to stop talking and do something for the love of Christ and she’ll dirty talk like a motherfucker when his tongue swirls around her clit unexpectedly and her leg wobbles. Fuck. He does it again and her head tips back while her hand searches for purchase on his shoulder in an attempt to keep from falling over.
He tongues her slit a few times before pulling back and sinking a finger deep inside. “Yes,” she hisses, pulling his head closer as the heat begins to curl low in her belly. “Fuck yes, that feels good.”
Finn makes this humming noise in his throat as he sucks her clit hard into his mouth, biting down a little. “Don’t stop,” she pants, her heart pounding in her ears. “Goddammit, Finn, don’t stop!” His fingers slide rhythmically in and out, pressing as deep as he can, sucking and flicking her clit with his tongue. She’s so, so close to losing her mind completely. Just a little more. And more he gives her until everything inside tightens, her whole body going rigid, until the heat explodes and fans throughout every inch of her, his name tearing loudly from her lips.
His tongue doesn’t stop while she rides her orgasm out, and she loves how killer it feels and thinks he’s pretty awesome for knowing to do that in the first place. He’s gripping her thighs to keep her upright, his tongue still lapping against her swollen clit. Finally she can’t take it anymore and shoves his face away, unwrapping her leg from around his shoulder. “Jesus Christ, Finn,” she swears, gulping to catch her breath. She feels him smile against her hip just before he presses a kiss there and looks up at her.
“You taste good,” he murmurs, a dimple winking in his cheek as he licks the taste of her off his lips.
“Who are you right now?” she demands, chuckling a little in disbelief that she’s still experiencing aftershocks from being eaten out by him of all people. She straddles his lap, pressing her knees into the mattress and kisses him, her fingers grabbing at the hair on the back of his neck. Licking into his mouth, she curls her tongue around his and tastes herself. He likes it, she knows (what guy doesn’t), because he cups her ass again and rolls his hips against hers.
“Who am I?” he asks, nibbling a line over her jaw to her earlobe. “I’m the guy from downstairs you wanted to fuck. Remember?”
“God,” she growls, shoving him onto his back. “I’m so turned on by you right now it’s stupid.” His answering smile can only be termed wicked (at least for him) and she reaches for the button on his jeans, gently easing the zipper down. Hooking her fingers in the waistband, she pulls his jeans and boxers down low on his hips. She whines when she meets resistance and he lifts his hips up off the bed to help her.
His cock is so much bigger than she remembers. (To be honest, the only thing she remembers from their only other sexual encounter was that it was quick and terrible.) He’s actually kind of huge and she eyes it greedily when he starts stroking himself.
“Chimi, c’mon,” he grunts, sitting up. “Do something. I’m so hard it hurts.” His voice is bordering on pathetic.
She barks out a laugh and he doesn’t seem very impressed, but she can’t help it. He’s not at all like she expected and it’s awesome. (And she admittedly loves it when guys beg for it; he’s no exception. It really gets her going, okay?) “Relax-I’m gonna blow you.” Sinking down to her knees on the floor, she sees his eyes light up and when she runs her hands up his legs and pushes them apart, he makes an appreciative noise in his throat and runs a hand over her hair.
“Fuck-yes,” he groans after she licks a line up his dick and swirls her tongue around the tip. She strokes him with her hand while her tongue flicks the head and he slips his hands into her hair and pulls it back from her face so he can watch. Her eyes lift up to meet his and she takes him fully into her mouth, sliding slowly down towards the base and back up again, never breaking his gaze. “More. San, please. God.”
She gets into a rhythm, slipping her lips up and down, and God, he’s really, really hard and totally into this. I mean, why he wouldn’t be is beyond her, but he’s making these noises in the back of his throat and kind of massaging her scalp while he holds her hair back so she knows for sure. This is one of her favorite sexual acts to perform because she loves how in control she is, loves making guys pant and moan out her name, making them lose their minds. And she’s good at it. She takes him all the way to the back of her throat, swallowing hard around him and he jerks his hips just a little. “You’re amazing…Jesus.”
Her eyes flick up and she gives him a wink of thanks. Finn smiles lazily in return and strokes the pad of his thumb softly over her cheek. His eyes fall closed when she swallows again and he grunts out something unintelligible before pulling her off. “What?” she pouts, licking her lips.
“You gotta stop, San,” he says hoarsely.
“Why? Thinking of the mailman?” she asks sharply. She’s only teasing. Mostly. But she is a little annoyed that she didn’t get to finish him off.
His eyes snap open and he looks down a little heatedly at her. She loves the way the heat pulses between her thighs when he does. “Fuck, Santana! That was forever ago.”
Her eyes narrow challengingly and a sneer breaks out over her lips. “Prove it.”
Finn stands and pulls her gently to her feet, drawing her in for a kiss and smoothing his broad hands up her back. “I plan on it,” he murmurs against her mouth. “Lay down.”
“Or you could just bend me over,” Santana suggests, pressing closer. In fact, that seems like a very excellent idea right now-his big hands gripping her hips while he slams roughly into her over and over and…
“God, Santana,” he grunts, interrupting her thoughts and sliding his hands down to squeeze her ass. “Later.” His hands slide down farther still, gripping the backs of her thighs and lifting her off the ground.
She wraps her legs seamlessly around his waist and she feels his length brush against her center, making them both let out this guttural groan that fills the room. She doesn’t even care how they do it right now; she just needs him inside her, like, yesterday. It’s a bit overwhelming to her how badly she wants him. Not just the sex they’re about to have, but him. It’s fucked.
Her brain mostly shuts down when they sort of just tumble onto his bed and he rolls on top of her and drops his mouth to hers. His weight is pressing her down into the mattress and he’s heavy in the best possible way and in all the right places. His lips skate down her neck, nipping and licking at her pulse point while one hand roams up her side until it’s covering her breast and he’s rolling her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
The foreplay is good and all, but she wants to come again more than she wants to breathe right now and she knows he does, too. “Finn,” she barks out, arching against him and feeling his cock slick against her once again. “Put a condom on and fuck me already.”
Finn pushes himself up on his forearms and gives her an absolutely filthy grin that makes her lady business tingle. She’s pretty proud of that look and the fact that he’s able to give it. He rolls halfway off her and reaches for the nightstand by the bed. She slips her hand between them and wraps it around his dick, pumping him slowly and laughing a little when he swears and fumbles through the top drawer. Sitting back on his haunches, he knocks her hand away. “You’re impatient,” he says needlessly, quickly tearing open the packet and smoothing the latex down his impressive length.
She eyes him hungrily and licks her lips. “I know. So hurry up, big guy.”
He pushes her legs further apart and slides a finger along her slit where she’s completely soaked. “Hard or soft?” he rasps in a voice she finds hard to believe belongs to him. It’s fucking hot though and she rolls her hips up, groaning a little when she rubs against him.
“The fuck do you think?” The wicked grin returns briefly and then he’s hooking his hands under her knees to pull her body closer. She watches one hand slip between their bodies as he guides himself slowly inside her and lowers his body on top of hers. A groan that is anything but ladylike spills past her lips and her eyes fall closed as he fills her completely and she stretches and adjusts around him. His lips capture hers, kissing her a lot more softly than she expects him to in that moment, his fingers stroking up her ribcage.
He hasn’t even moved yet and she already feels like she’s close to the edge, which is totally ridiculous even if it is true. Part of her quickly wonders how she could have possibly forgotten this, him, but he’d been a bumbling sixteen year old virgin the only other time they slept together and a two pump chump to boot, so, you know. To be perfectly honest, she’d forgotten all about it before she even finished the hamburger she made him buy her. So, she hooks one leg high on his hip and her hands low on his back, pulling him closer so she can stop thinking so much and just enjoy the sensations happening in her body.
He finally moves a little, sinking even deeper inside as he breaks the kiss lets out this string of broken curses that closely mimic the ones coming from her mouth. “You’re tight. Goddamn,” he mumbles, burying his face against her neck.
“S’because you’ve got a big dick, Finn. Congratulations. Now fuck me with it,” she pants, rocking her hips up the same time he thrusts against her. “And don’t be shy about it either. I can take it.”
She feels his laugh before she hears it and then he’s propping himself up on his hands and grinning down at her with this gleam in his eye that she’s never seen him wear before. “You’re seriously laughing at me right now?” He grins some more and shrugs a little before he presses his hips into hers, pulling this whiny moan from the back of her throat. If she didn’t want this so badly, she’d punish him for the teasing. “You’re lucky I want to get off right now,” she warns sourly.
Finn pushes her arms above her head and pins them there with one hand and gives her an absolutely wicked grin. “I like that I can make you crazy, San,” he tells her in this dark whisper that makes something inside pulse hot. He crushes his mouth to hers before she can say anything and starts moving his hips the way she was on the verge of begging for.
He pushes a little harder the way she loves, snapping his hips more sharply than he was before. She hitches her legs higher up on his hips and feels him go even deeper, making her groan loudly as her head falls back further into the pillow. “Damn that feels good,” she tells him, leaning up to kiss his neck. “Just like that.”
Her heart is starting to race and she can feel her skin growing hot. His skin is hot, too, and slick with sweat as he drives her closer to the release she wants. And as much as she does want that, he feels so good that she doesn’t care if this lasts a while before she gets it. She wants to touch him and it should weird her out a little that he seems to realize this and lets go of her wrists almost the second she thinks it. That thought vanishes though when she threads her fingers through the hair at the base of his skull and he kisses her again.
“You feel amazing,” he says against her lips. She rolls her body up, gripping tightly to his bicep and smirks when he grunts and buries his face into her neck again. “God! You’re gonna make me come.”
“Me first,” she snaps. “Now bend me over and make me scream.”
“Fuck…so hot,” he grunts, pulling out and sitting back on the bed. He hooks a hand under her knee and flips her over onto her stomach.
She’s no stranger to getting fucked like this and quickly gets up on her knees, tossing a sexy look at him over her shoulder. “Do it. Now,” she barks. She’s really not trying to be a bitch or anything; she just wants to come already.
He lines himself up and pushes completely back into her heat, joining their bodies once again. Immediately he starts snapping his hips roughly against hers, establishing the best rhythm she can possibly think of. His fingers are biting into the flesh around her hips while he thrusts hard into her again and again and again. He’s really amazing at this and she’s clawing for purchase on the pillow under her hands, her breath coming out in labored pants. “God, Finn. More,” she whines, feeling the beginnings of her orgasm sparking low in her gut.
Finn’s hand comes up to her shoulder and he pushes her down until her nipples graze the plaid bedspread beneath them and her ass pushes higher in the air. “So good,” he grunts out, thrusting deeper and faster than he’s been all night, the sound of damp flesh slapping damp flesh drowning out the collective countdown to midnight downstairs. “Come for me, Santana,” he says, reaching his hand around to rub two fingers against her clit.
That’s the last push she needs before she’s tossing her head back and clenching tightly around him, her release flooding rapidly all the way down to the tips of her toes as she screams out his name. He jerks his hips hard against her a few more times until she feels him swell inside her body and he lets go. “Oh, fuck,” he chokes out, slowing his movements until the last of his orgasm subsides. She rocks her hips back a couple times, grinning when he makes this ridiculous noise and slaps her ass to get her to stop. “You’re evil, I swear,” he mutters, draping his body over her to nip at her shoulder.
She just laughs and arches back into his warmth.
“We missed the countdown,” he says, stroking his fingers down her thigh.
“As if you’re complaining right now,” she says, turning her head a little to smirk at him.
He smiles and shakes his head. “Definitely not. Happy New Year, Chimi,” he says into her ear before kissing her cheek and slipping out of her body.
She smiles, rolls over on her side and watches him dispose of the condom. “A New Year’s fuck beats a New Year’s kiss any day of the week.”
Finn laughs and crawls onto the bed beside her. “It does.” His tongue darts out and wets his bottom lip a beat before he’s kissing her and wrapping his arm around her to pull her against his body.
Santana pulls back and ticks a brow up at him. “What are you, a girl? I don’t cuddle.”
He doesn’t seem the least bit offended, because he’s kind of smirking at her as his hand slides down to her ass. “Right, right. I forgot you’re dead inside,” he says teasingly.
She tries to glare, but ends up laughing instead. “And don’t you forget it,” she mumbles. She wants to pull away because the whole cutesy afterglow thing is retarded and she hates it, but what she doesn’t hate is the way his thumb is rubbing back and forth over her hip bone and the way his lips are now skating along her jaw. Her body tenses a little and she feels him smile against her cheek.
“San, I’m just trying to keep warm until I’m ready to fuck you again. Don’t freak out so much, okay?”
His voice sends a shiver down her spine that she finds really sexy. “Awfully presumptuous, aren’t you?” she asks. “Who said I wanted to go again?” She doesn’t appreciate the way he laughs at her. Not one bit.
But then his hand is slipping between her thighs and he makes a liar out of her. “Oh, I don’t know, Santana, how ‘bout you’re still wet for me and you want to go again just as much as I do because that was really, really fucking good.”
She makes a sound in the back of her throat and opens her mouth to say something, but he cuts her off with a kiss and presses his hand against the small of her back. This would all be easier if he wasn’t such a good kisser. She feels him brush against her thigh and no way is he already hard. Pushing at his chest, she looks down feels her eyes grow wide. “How in the holy hell are you hard again already?”
He gives her this boyish smile that quickly turns naughty. “You’re sexy and I recover quickly.”
A half laugh, half moan spills out of her mouth and she pushes him onto his back. “Fine, but I’m in control this time,” she tells him, straddling his hips and reaching for a condom in the night stand. She rolls it into place and strokes him a few times. “And just so we’re clear,” she begins as she moves to take him into her body, “this is a one-night only thing.”
Finn’s hands slide up her thighs and wrap around her hips. “Right, San,” he grins, “one night.”
She doesn’t think he believes her, but he arches up and presses into her body unexpectedly and drives any thought she may have had from her head.
… … …
It’s late the next morning when she finally gets dressed and leaves a very satisfied Finn passed out in his bed. Last night was a lot of fun and with the ache she has deep in her muscles from all of the insane fucking, not one she’s likely to forget anytime soon. But that’s all it was, just a fun night between friends that successfully scratched the itch she’s had for a while.
She buttons up her coat and makes her way downstairs. The place is spotless already (thanks to Rachel no doubt) and she hears a deep laugh taunting her from the couch. This is one of those times where Puck’s an asshole and not in the running to be her best friend. She turns and fixes him with a bored look.
“I’d ask how your night was, whore, but we heard.”
“Noah, be nice,” Rachel scolds, walking out of the kitchen with a glass of water and two ibuprofen for her idiot boyfriend.
“Hey, Rach,” Santana begins, “how come you never told me how huge Finn’s dick is?” She derives extreme pleasure from Puck choking on his water as he alternates between glaring at her and Rachel.
Rachel has this whole deer in headlights look on her face that totally gives her away and Puck doesn’t look very pleased. He’s such an asshole sometimes. “I-I-you had sex with him in high school first,” she reminds her.
Santana rolls her eyes and picks at her fingernail where the polish is chipping. “Yeah, but I forgot because he was shitty in bed then. But seriously, you’re my best friend, you slut, and those are details you share with your bestie. I think I have TMJ from blowing him. That big.” She rubs her jaw for effect and smiles evilly when Puck frowns and sulks on the couch.
“He’s not that big,” Rachel supplies weakly, which is a dead giveaway that she’s lying through her teeth.
Her brows shoot up. “Uh, he wears Magnums, and to be perfectly honest, those are probably a little too snug for that amazing cock.”
Puck scoffs. “Whatever, I wear those, too.”
Santana cackles. “Yeah, but you don’t have to, you just do to make yourself feel better about your average penis.”
“It’s not all about size,” Rachel offers helpfully. “Noah satisfies me just fine with what he has.”
Puck doesn’t look the least bit impressed and Santana nearly doubles over laughing at him. “Yeah, I know. We share a wall, remember?”
“What the fuck is this? Kick Puck in the balls day? Happy fucking New Year. I just want to be hungover and watch some football. Get the hell out of my apartment, Satan. And if you’re so hung up on the size of your ex’s dick, maybe you should just go with her,” he says to Rachel.
Rachel shoots her a scathing look and Santana feels just this side of guilty. She mouths that she’s sorry to her friend and slips out of the apartment before the fighting and/or the making up starts.
… … …
She spends most of the day on the couch in her pajamas eating Doritos and watching a Golden Girls marathon on Lifetime. The number of times she thinks about her night with Finn borders on embarrassing and that’s not going to do her any favors.
Rachel finally comes home and gives her the distraction she’s been looking for. “Thanks a lot, Santana,” she drawls sarcastically as she drops her coat and bag on the floor and sinks down onto the loveseat.
“Tough day, cookie?” Santana grins.
“Do you know how exhausting it is to have sex all day when you’re ridiculously hungover? Not to mention I had to pull out all the big guns to prove to my boyfriend that he really is good in bed. I hate you right now.”
Santana rolls her eyes. “Oh, please. Knowing the two of you, you’re more in love than ever and he made you come so hard you didn’t have to fake a thing. Don’t give me the whole ‘woe is me’ act, sister, ‘cause I ain’t buyin’ it.” She goes back to polishing her nails.
“I’m literally too tired to even question you properly about your night with Finn. Did he call you today?”
“Uh, no, because there’s no need for that,” Santana informs her, twisting the cap onto the bottle of polish. “It was a onetime thing and not a big deal. Well, except for what he’s got going on in his pants. That’s a very big deal.” She laughs at herself and then laughs harder over Rachel shaking her head and trying not to laugh, too.
… … …
It’s not like she wants or needs to hear from Finn, but this little part of her half expected him to call or text or something; guys usually do because she leaves them wanting more despite her telling them it won’t happen. So when he doesn’t call, she’s bothered by it more than she should be.
Rachel and Puck are gone for a couple days on a mini vacation before the spring semester starts and she’s starting to go a little stir crazy in the apartment alone with her thoughts. It’s Thursday though, and enough of her other friends are back in town and heading to their favorite bar for penny pitchers, so, she decides that’s better than being cooped up at home.
He’s practically the first person she sees when she strolls into the bar and she doesn’t hate the way his eyes roam her body as she approaches the table where he’s sitting with their friends. Of course that makes her think about how his lips and hands roamed her body and that line of thought isn’t helpful at the moment.
She ignores him completely, because fuck him. He hasn’t talked to her since she fucked him into a coma on New Year’s so he doesn’t get to talk to her now. Santana heads for the opposite end of the table and purposely slides down into an empty seat between Cam and Ian. They’re hot and she’s made out with both of them at one time or another and Finn knows that.
For the record, she’s not trying to make Finn jealous or anything. He just needs to learn that she doesn’t get brushed off ever.
“What’s up, bitches?” she greets with a smirk, tossing her bag onto the table. “Who’s buying me a beer?”
Finn tries to catch her eye a few times, but she’s well-skilled at ignoring people. She’s laughing at Cam and the ridiculous story he’s telling involving four loko, an ATM, and a tranny when she feels her phone vibrating in her pocket. Fishing it out of the denim, she sees a message from Finn.
U look hot 2nite
She keeps her expression disinterested and fires back a message that simply reads I know.
“Cam, your story’s dumb. Let’s go play pool.”
It takes Finn another hour to finally grow a pair and come over to talk to her.
He slides up behind her while she’s at the bar getting another pitcher and he sort of wraps his hand around her hip and his fingers sneak into the waistband of her jeans. It feels better than it should and she has to fight the urge to press back against him. “So, I wake up alone and you’re ignoring me? What gives, San?”
She turns and leans back against the bar, fixing him with a bitchy look. “Nothing gives. We fucked, it was fun, and now I’m moving on. Don’t be such a girl.”
Finn’s brows pinch together and his lips fall into a frown. “Then why are you acting like you hate my guts or something?”
“Okay, you’re boring me now,” she says icily, turning around to grab the pitcher. She tries to skirt past him, but his arm comes around her waist and stops her.
“Chimi, c’mon. You can’t be pissed at me for not calling when you made it clear you didn’t want me to.”
Damn him, she thinks, narrowing her eyes. “That’s-”
“Exactly why you’re pissed,” he finishes, cutting her off and moving closer. “I’ll make it up to you.” His voice is low and dark and completely sexy.
“I don’t need you to make anything up to me.” But heat pulses between her thighs so clearly she’s a liar.
He gives her a lopsided grin and brushes his thumb over the small of her back. “Maybe I just want to.”
“Finn,” she warns. And then he’s looking down at her with his big brown eyes and hooking his fingers into the belt loops of her faded jeans, pulling her against him. Whatever other words she had die out in her throat.
“Come home with me.” It’s barely above a whisper, but there’s something filthy about it that completely turns her on.
Santana just stares shrewdly up at him while she considers his offer. She’s damn well got her mind made up already, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to make it easy on him. That’s not her style. Never has been, never will be.
“No,” she says flatly. His face falls and he looks so pathetic and cute that she has a hard time keeping the grin at bay. “If we do this, it’s my place and my rules.”
His smirk gives way to this goofy smile that she can’t believes she finds attractive. “I can do that,” he says. “What are they?”
Sighing like she’s totally put out by this entire situation, she brushes the hair out of her face and narrows her eyes a bit. “You have to get me off three times before your dick comes anywhere near me. And you get the hell out of my apartment when I say so. There’ll be no lingering around or cuddling or any of that sappy bullshit. Got it?”
His smile widens and he nods his head once. “Yes, ma’am.”
Okay, this she can totally get on board with. “Fuck you, Finn,” she says drily, fisting her hand in the front of his shirt. “Pay my tab and let’s get the hell out of here.”
… … …
They drive separately because she’s not a damn taxi service and he’s got his own car. She assumes that he’s only a few minutes behind her because she left him in the bar so he could settle their tabs. When he’s still not at her apartment thirty minutes later, she starts thinking up ways to murder his stupid ass and how to dispose of the body. She knows some people. If this was a scheme to get her worked up and leave her high and dry, he deserves whatever’s coming.
She’s seething from her spot on the couch, angrily flipping through the channels when a knock finally sounds on her front door. Part of her contemplates letting him freeze outside, but she’s pissed and he needs to know it.
He knocks again and calls her name through the door before she finally gets up off the couch to let him inside. “D’you fucking get lost? I’ve only been living here for two years, you moron,” she snaps caustically.
Finn frowns a little and opens the paper bag in his hand, pulling out a big box of condoms. “I needed these.”
Of all the possibilities she’d considered, that hadn’t been one. She feels a little stupid now. “Oh.”
He gives her a half grin and shoves his free hand into the pocket of his jeans. “Can I come in and use ‘em or are you gonna make me stand out here and freeze?”
Santana folds her arms across her chest and arches one perfectly sculpted brow. “Those won’t get used for a while if I let you in. You’ve got things to accomplish first-remember?” His answering smile is caught somewhere between boy and man and she finds it strangely hot.
“I know,” he grins a little bigger, raking his eyes down her to linger over her boobs before looking in her eyes again. She swears he makes this hushed growling sound in the back of his throat, like he’s already thinking about what he wants to do to her. That’s also hot. “Three to be exact.” He raises his eyebrows at her before his face splits into a sneaky grin.
She takes a step back and pulls the door open wider, making room for him to pass. He doesn’t reach for her or brush against her when he does and she finds she’s a little disappointed…not that he’s, you know, not going to touch her because that’s sort of the whole point.
Anyway.
After flipping the deadbolt in place, she feels his hands on her, one at her hip, kneading impatiently, while the other sweeps her hair away from her neck. His body is pressed against hers and he’s cold from standing outside. But then his lips drop to the side of her neck and she warms up fast enough after that.
… … …
Finn does really well with her rules.
Like, really, really well.
So fucking well, in fact, that he makes her come the first time pressed back against the door before he even gets her jeans unbuttoned. (She’s still kinda wondering how the hell that even happened.)
She’s still wearing some clothing the second time, too, though considerably less, and none at all by the third (and best) one.
They stay in the living room, because she won’t let him into her room until he accomplishes his first goal. He doesn’t seem to mind. The loveseat and coffee table work just fine for him (her, too).
… … …
The fourth time she comes, he joins her and they’re both boneless and sweaty and breathless in the middle of her bed. He’s still on top of her, inside her, and his breath is tickling the skin on her neck. He weighs a lot (he’s roughly the size of the Statue of Liberty), but she likes it and doesn’t want him to move yet.
New Year’s Eve was great. This night is phenomenal.
He murmurs something against her skin that she can’t make out. She barely manages to grunt questioningly in response.
“’M I bleeding?” he asks. “I think I’m bleeding. Pretty sure you broke the skin when you scratched your nails down my back.”
“Roll off me, Tubbs, and let me look,” she says, pushing at his shoulder.
Finn complies and flops stomach down beside her on the bed. It takes some effort, but she sits up and sees that he’s not bleeding, but he is definitely sporting some bright red scratch marks that run the length of his back. “No bleeding, but those marks probably aren’t going anywhere any time soon.”
He lifts his head to look at her. She knows her face gives her away. “You don’t have to sound quite so proud about it. Damn!”
She just shrugs and runs her fingers through her hair. “Not my fault you can’t handle a little pain with your pleasure. S’what you get when you fuck me.”
He rolls onto his side and fixes her with an impish look. “I never said I couldn’t handle it.” Smiling, he gets up off the bed and disappears into her adjoining bathroom. She smirks wickedly when she hears him call out “Damn, Santana, you shredded my back!”
Whatever. He wasn’t complaining at the time.
Yawning, she slips beneath the covers and pulls them up to her chin. She’ll thank him for all the orgasms and then kick him out when he comes back, she decides.
… … …
It’s morning when she wakes up again.
Well, actually when Finn wakes her up. He’s buried under her mountain of blankets with his head between her thighs giving her the best wakeup call ever.
“You were supposed to leave last night,” she reminds him, her voice thick with sleep. It’s not that she wants him to stop (she’ll hurt him if he does), but she has rules and he broke one, so it’s not like she can just let that slide.
He glides up her body a little and his head pops up from beneath the blankets. He’s got a bad case of bed head, a five o’clock shadow, and a playful grin tugging at his lips. Adorable and sexy barely scratch the surface and it’s all she can do not to tell him so. “I can stop and leave right now if you want.” He’s completely calling her bluff and she knows it.
“I’ll let you finish,” she yawns, shrugging one shoulder.
His chin is resting on her stomach and he smiles slowly up at her. “Generous of you,” he teases before he starts kissing his way up her body instead of down. He covers her mouth with his and kisses her long and deep. “Morning,” he mumbles, tickling her lips.
“You’re kissing the wrong set of lips right now, Hudson.”
Chuckling, he nips at her jaw and licks a line down her throat. “You’re vulgar.”
“Shut up,” she breathes, laughing a little and arching when his lips find that spot behind her ear. Her fingers thread through his hair to hold him in place. He shifts his body and settles himself between her legs, his length slicking against her entrance. It’s almost impossible how good just that feels even if she knows they really, really shouldn’t do this without a condom. But she wants to feel a tiny bit more of this before she makes him put one on.
“San…” he groans, like a warning or something.
“I know, I know,” she mutters, bending her knees and holding tightly to his arms. “Just a little-wanna feel you.” She presses a kiss to his earlobe and tugs it gently between her lips.
Finn pushes his hips forward and sinks slowly into her heat, inhaling sharply once he bottoms out. He buries his face in her hair, his lips hovering over her ear. “Jesus. You feel too good, Santana.”
She moans and nods her head, rocking her hips into his. “So do you.”
“Okay, okay,” he says after a couple of long, slow thrusts against her. He pushes her hips down into the mattress and looks at her. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“Condom, then. Hurry,” she pants.
He fumbles his hand for the box he threw on top of her nightstand last night and fishes a foil packet out. After quickly sheathing himself, he rolls onto his back and pulls her on top of him. “Ride me,” he tells her.
So she does.