FIC: The Sex Tape (P/Q, F/R) (ADULT ADULT ADULT)
Title: The Sex Tape
Authors:berry_hearts and alifab
Disclaimer: we do not own glee. Ryan Murphy does and we make no profit from this work of fiction.
AN: written for my prompt in the glee_kink_meme "In the future Puck borrows one of Finn's DVDs (300, Underworld, Etc.) to watch with Quinn. but its actually a sex tape with F/R. Hot ensues."
AN2: Ali! Fantastic. There are parts where I was literally like "I WOULD HAVE WROTE THAT, lol"
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“Puck this is Finn and Rachel’s apartment. We have a Redbox down the street and Netflix.” Quinn sighed. Rachel insisted that she be the one to take Melody to the Nutcracker for Christmas, which she argued was hypocritical because she was Jewish. But they were already in the city near Melody’s school and Rachel probably figured they wanted some alone time. And now they were breaking and entering in their apartment.
Driving across town was not worth it. Part of her hoped they were going to that Thai place a few block away, but no Puck and his normal egghead self was breaking and entering.
“In HIGH SCHOOL, Finn stole my The Hangover DVD because you wouldn’t let him go see it in the theaters and I want it back.”
Quinn willed her temper back down and put a hand on her hip. “Out of all of the things we could have done tonight, NOAH, we came here to steal back a lame DVD?”
“I never got to watch the bonus features!” Puck pulled a flashlight out of his pocket and headed for the TV console. He stared blankly at the plastic cases, obviously not finding it.
“It’s in his box of shame.”
“His what?”
“Box of Shame. Every guy has one. Yours has a few old playboys, some cigars and the weed you slip into my birthday cake. It’s in the red toolbox in the hall closet.”The look on his face is priceless, so she won’t tell him that she found it on accident when she was hiding the vibrator she got from Rachel’s bachelorette party.
Finn and Rachel were into all that honesty nonsense, so she headed into their bedroom. It’s not in the closet or in his sock drawer, so she moves to Finn’s side of the bed (Rachel’s bedside stand has a hairbrush to sing into and Finn’s has drumsticks) and pulls out the box. Puck pulls a matching box from underneath Rachel’s side, takes one look inside, and puts it back as if burned.
She finds the DVD at the top (next to a Victoria’s Secret catalog) and smiles triumphantly. “Now can we go before they come back?”
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Finn texts her asking if Melody can sleepover, and she suddenly feels even more guilty about breaking into their apartment. She texts him back and pops some popcorn to watch Puck’s stupid movie. He insisted they watch together, and she had spent the day in class, and then shopping for their child. She was exhausted and definitely did not like the movie they were about to watch. Why she even liked him was beyond her most of the time, he was arrogant, cocky, liked to flirt with other women-
But he looked so good bending over in front of the DVD player she couldn’t complain. And he always put his arm around her and got really red in the face when she flirted with other guys. Which were admirable qualities, she supposed. Hopefully the movie wasn’t too god awful. She was in her pajamas, she was ready for bed- hopefully it kept his attention long enough for her to fall asleep without him noticing.
“Do you ever think about us- getting married?”
Way to fumble the ball Puckerman. “Um, no.”
“Why not?”
“Because we only get along when we’re arguing . I smash an egg on your head, you flirt with Melody’s teacher, I can no longer bake around you, you quit having sex with my best friend- do I need to go on?”
Puck’s eyes turned dark and he kissed the spot on her neck that she liked, “That was a good day, Fabray. I was about five seconds from having your panties off-”
It was more like three but that was beside the point. “See? We can’t be serious about anything but Melody. And you’re a good father and I love you but getting married just complicates things, Puck.”
Quinn cuddled against his side and motioned for him to hit play on the Blu-Ray player. She would be falling asleep in five, four three, two-
“Umm, babe You sure you grabbed the right movie?” Puck’s insistent nudging makes her open one eye. There’s no DVD menu, or that hot guy from Alias.
The only thing that appears when the screen cuts from black is a relatively close up shot of a bed. The room is dimly lit and it’s just a little too light to be film noir-ish, but you can barely make out the flower pattern of the comforter before there’s a body sliding up the bed, coming to rest along the pillows.
Finn.
He’s only wearing a pair of light blue boxers, and it’s not long before there’s another body in the frame, dressed only in a lacy black bra and matching underwear, climbing slowly up the bed on all fours.
Oh. My. God.
Sex tape.
Finn.
Rachel.
Finn and Rachel.
Sex tape.
Finn and Rachel made a sex tape.
Rachel’s hair falls along her shoulders and back in loose, wavy curls, and Finn’s just lying there, probably trying not to gawk.
She should stop watching now. Hell Puck should definitely quit watching because they went to second base in high school. The thought of Puck and Rachel together still made her soul vomit- and she should really stop watching Rachel’s breasts or the way Finn’s eyes are glazed over-
Her hand curls around Puck’s bicep (she has to grab onto something- do anything)- and somehow she knows that he knows that her toes are curling. They’ve never- watched porn together. Hell, she never watched porn before. She watched the Notebook once and that was as close as her mother let her get to sex. It’s so wrong to be watching Finn and Rachel's sextape.
“We can stop watching. Nothing’s actually happened unless Hudson jizzed in his boxers already.” The tone in his voice is amused, so she looks up to see his eyes twinkling. Puck looks down at her, dead serious and it’s not that it’s sex but it’s Puck, the person she has sex with- and he obviously wanted to watch their best friends hump like bunnies. She threads her fingers in his larger one to show her support and he smirks before hitting play.
When Rachel reaches him, she stays on her hands and knees above him, leaning forward until they are face to face, their lips barely touching before Rachel opens hers, gently drawing Finn’s bottom lip between her own and biting it playfully before pulling away, smiling as she finally sits up and scoots forward, straddling his lap. His hands come to rest on her hips before she dips her head back in again, kissing him more passionately.
Everything intensifies then as Rachel moves her lips down his jaw, moving to his neck and collarbone. When she nips at him gently, he reacts, sitting up and flipping her backwards so she’s lying down and he’s on top of her. His mouth moves instantly to her neck, kissing and sucking, teasing it with his tongue.
Something is wrong with her. This should not be- warming her face. Or turning her on. She’d made out with Finn and it had never been like that. Honestly, he slobbered too much and didn't use enough tongue. Whenever Puck kissed her her toes melted and she couldn't breathe properly, but whatever Finn was doing with Rachel seemed to be working. The conflicting knowledge vs. watching battle in her head is driving her insane. She needs to do something anything- so she flexes her foot and kicks the covers away from her body.
“You’ve never watched Porn before have you?” This amuses him greatly. Her fingers made little moons in his arm from her deathgrip and he was amused! That idiot.
“I was pregnant at 16, Puck. When did I have time to watch porn?” Puck makes his “whatever” face at her and goes back to watching. The smile never leaves his face.
Rachel arches her back and presses her pelvis up into his, letting out a breathy moan. As she grinds her hips, moving them in a circular pattern, Finn pulls back and groans. He makes quick work of her bra then, pulling it off of her before tossing it aside and turning his attention to her breasts. He places light kisses over her entire chest before focusing on her nipples. He moves between her right and her left, licking and flicking as her moans continue to rise in pitch.
Quinn has somehow wrapped herself around Puck, her thighs cradling his leg. It was like someone else was controlling her body. She could hear Finn’s lips making a smacking noise as he- and now she was mewling at Puck like a dog in heat. She was going to die from embarrassment. Puck pauses the DVD before settling her on top of his erection before pushing her back against the mattress. He was definitely aroused.
“Pervert.”
“Skank.”
“Ho.”
“Slut. You just want me to suck your-” She kisses him to cut him off, sitting up and catching the still of Rachel’s pink nipple showing while Finn was sucking on the other one. It was so hard and Finn should really be pinching it. It drove her nuts when Puck did it- stimulation was key to foreplay.
Puck starts sucking on her neck, and Quinn was torn. Part of her wanted to just do it- hard- and the other really wanted to watch. Puck twisted them so she was on top, and somehow removed her panties and grabbed the remote at the same time.
“I want you to watch.” He whispered against her earlobe, giving a long lick before pressing play. He wiggles their bodies until she can feel his erection pressing against her clit. Oh god, finally. “I know why this turns you on you know. Rachel’s always been outgoing and great legs and great tits-" he keeps whispering dirty things in her ear and her traitorous body loved it.
The face on her screen looked liked it was having a very good time. It was hot. And Puck- was Puck. He was hot- that was a fact.. She just found him more attractive then she should, something about him mouthing off with that smirk did it for her. And now he was teasing her. Teasing her with porn of their best friends.
And so what if it was a little true? Rachel was very talented and once she got over the whole Finn thing she was actually pretty-
Rachel pulls at Finn’s arm until he understands what she’s silently asking and flips them over so she’s straddling him once again. She gets a devious look on her face and she lowers her head to his chest, kissing a line down his stomach towards his boxers. There’s an obvious bulge there, and Rachel looks up coyly at him before lightly running her finger along it. Finn draws in a breath as her hands play with the waistband, but it’s her mouth that makes the actual move, taking the material between her teeth and drawing the boxers down.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Slowly.
Rachel Berry could be a fucking porn star. And if the wetness between her thighs or Puck’s hardness were any indication she would make a damn good one. She puts her hands on his chest pushing herself up and down, her eyes glued to the screen. Grinding against Puck had never been so delicious-
As soon as Finn’s free from the boxers, they both grow impatient and she uses her hands to pull them down the rest of the way as he shifts his body to kick them off. She grips him confidently, stroking him a few times before she decides her mouth could do a better job. Her tongue moves up and down, around and around, teasing him as he moans her name. His hands tangle in her hair when she closes her mouth around him completely, and he almost loses it when she pulls back to blow warm breath onto him.
Quinn stops moving because she can’t even think straight. Rachel’s just so tan and Finn is so- sex requires more thought but she really wanted to watch. Her nipples are so hard rubbing deliciously against her nightgown, the smooth silk sending tingles down her spine. Almost as good as Puck caressing her though her slip at Rachel’s wedding, or that time before dress rehearsal at Nationals. Puck was brain dead just shifting his hips trying not to smush her and aimlessly sucking on her neck while he watches.
“God, Rach,” Finn groans and pulls her back up to him, kissing her fiercely as he flips them over yet again. His large hands move to her waist, yanking her panties off and tossing them in the direction of the video camera. A few inches to the left and they probably would have caught, hanging in front of the lens.
After he’s gotten her underwear out of the way, he grasps her hips, pulling her forward and onto his lap as he leans back against the pillows again. His fingers play against her skin, skimming her waist and front as they dip between her legs. It’s barely visible as he pushes a finger into her, quickly followed by a second.
She moans and bites into his shoulder as she rocks her hips against his fingers. “Please Finn,” she cries as he removes his fingers, pulling her down onto his lap and she sinks onto him.
Puck’s dick twitches at that and he pauses the movie before flipping her over and finally thrusting inside of her. “Sonofabitch,” he slurs, pressing his lips against her throat, her neck. She hisses at him wanting to continue thu-thu-thrusting.
She’s so turned on he doesn’t even need to rub the tiny circles against her clit and she’s coming, hard against him, her fingers clawing into his shoulder. The jab of pain sends him over the edge apparently and he’s coming, whispering nonsense into her neck. She laughs for some reason and she hasn’t felt this playful since high school.
“Can’t breathe.”
He pulls out of her and flops onto the mattress next to her, putting a hand underneath her nightie and rubbing circles into her back. She giggles again, hiding her face in the twisted sheets before hitting play.
Finn lets out a grunt and she lets out a sigh as she begins to move, rotating her hips a little as he helps guide her body with his hands. Their motions are slow but deliberate, deep. She grips his shoulders just as he’s gripping her hips: kneading, pulling.
Quinn can feel her clit throbbing, already preparing for round two. The wetness was already seeping between her thighs and she just had to- Puck guided her hand down between her folds and just lazily stroked while Rachel and Finn went about their business.
The way they move together is so intimate and deep and just…hot. They move in sync, in perfect rhythm, and it makes sense, because they move together well no matter what they’re doing: dancing, walking down the hallway hand in hand, and heck, they probably breathe in rhythm.
Before long, their motions become more rapid and frantic. Quinn watches as Rachel’s fingers squeeze harder at Finn’s shoulders and his eyes pinch shut as she lets out a groan. Her breathing becomes erratic as her chest heaves, and it’s only moments before Finn is groaning too. Rachel’s body falls forward, her head nestled in the crook of his neck and his hands moving to wrap around her back as their chests rise and fall together.
And, just like that, as suddenly as it began, it’s over. Rachel extracts herself from Finn’s arms after their breathing has slowed, and she slinks over to the video camera, giving a sexy smirk before powering it off.
Puck’s fingers jerk against her clit and she’s coming again too hard too hard- the waves of pleasure taking the breath out of her chest and she paws absentmindedly at penis, fondling his balls before giving him three rough jerks and The Jerk is less cocky when he’s coming onto his own chest.
“Eww.”
“You came inside me once without a condom and I am not getting pregnant again. I’d say it’s fair Puckerman.” Sometimes she says things that aren't very nice to him without thinking. She almost apologizes because her brain is fuzzy and endorphins are running crazy but somehow he sees her bullshit before she does.
He grabs her chin and forces her to look at him, “We haven’t had fun like this in a long time. I missed it… I miss us.” Us apparently was inappropriate sex, and acting stupid and- she tried to think of more complaints but couldn't. Even with their issues they just worked when they were together.
Quinn touched his face lovingly before nodding. “Go get the camera. Meet me in the kitchen in five.”
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“Awesome! The Hangover- I totally stole this from Puck because Quinn wouldn't let me watch it.” Finn smiled, pumping his fist in the air. Rachel thought that movie sounded familiar. Oh, shit it was that sextape she made for when Finn was out of town visiting his mother. But she hid that in her secret box underneath the bed there was no way that he found it underneath her Victoria’s Secret catalogs!
“Puck! Oh baby, oh baby.” Quinn’s voice came onto the screen, but she was obviously being sarcastic. They were in the kitchen doing something-
“Rachel was not that bad,” Noah countered, walking on screen shirtless. Despite their tryst in High School, she couldn't help but find Noah attractive. Finn was her tall cuddly bear, and Noah was a fine male specimen. If her heart didn't belong to Finn- those thoughts were generally fruitless and she stashed them away. But watching him was- enjoyable to say the least.
He lifted Quinn onto the counter and pushed her blonde tresses away from her face. Noah seemed to do that a lot, his thumbs trailing over her cheeks and maybe they would have worked but his heart belonged to Quinn- even if it took a baby for him to prove it. He stares at her some more and Rachel takes in her appearance: Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed- and she smirked before throwing a look to the camera.
“I know you pervs are watching so we’re gonna show you how it’s done.” She snarked, talking into the camera “You’ve always liked my breasts.” She ran a finger down into her nightie and smiling sweetly at them. “Both of you.”
Rachel gulped and tried to ignore that fact that one of her best friends was blatantly torturing her by sticking out her chest, allowing her hard nipples to poke through her nightgown. She always did like Quinn’s breasts especially after she had the baby-
“Sorry, Dude.” Noah shrugged dramatically, grabbing the bowl and flicking some of the contents at Quinn’s hair. Quinn seemed to approve of the action and she readied her own bowl-
“What was that?” Rachel frowned, not understanding. Apparently Puck and Quinn having a sex tape was not a shock to him, but their food fetish was apparently bothering him deeply.
“I KNEW IT!” Finn yelled at the TV. He even got up from the couch to shake his fist at "them".
“What?”
“Back when they were Back-Backstabbers!” Finn turned his head to watch Quinn undo the laces to her nightie before cracking an egg on Puck’s head. She giggled at that, the gooey mess dripping down his face. Noah wiped the goo off his face and flung it towards the floor before scanning the counter. He grabbed something- chocolate chips? And threw some at the camera before-
Slipping them inside of Quinn. Inside inside inside. Quinn’s eyes rolled back into her head before groping for something to hold on to- the bowls of flour and sugar flying up in the air. She was just as surprised as Quinn. “Puck you did not just-”
“Rachel take your clothes off. Quickly.” Finn gasped, pulling his sweatshirt over his head and flinging it towards the other end of the couch. Rachel wasn't sure if she should strip or take her chances with rubbing her thighs together so she could jsut watch. Because Puck, the pervert had two of his fingers and handful of chocolate chips inside inside inside Quinn Fabray's-
Okay she may have pictured similar scenarios in her head, and this was a prime opportunity to see what it was really like. Quinn was beautiful and Noah was hot, she had watched enough Porn to know that to pretty people wasn't enough to make a good porno. Whatever Chemistry Puck and Quinn had was definitely better than any porn she'd watched. Maybe knowing the actors in the porn- Puck pulled out his fingers and licked them- Rachel wasn't sure if you could come from watching porn but she was so close-
Finn’s hands reached for her and- Quinn’s gasp-
Puck’s smirk at the camera before pulling a chair over and putting Quinn’s legs over his shoulders. He placed his mouth towards her lips and-something clicked in the background and a recording of his voice started. That bastard had recorded his deviously delicious voice- as a performer that was one of the hottest things he could have done. “Quinn, babe, you’re so wet I could just-”
Rachel started to unzip her dress faster.
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