You Can Sit Here If You Want [1/1]
Title: You Can Sit Here If You Want
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 1,451
Filled for the Santana Drabble Meme. I can't find (read: am too lazy to find) the prompt in the meme but it was: (781): Do you know how difficult it is to give head to a guy who's imitating Forrest Gump?
Even though they’ve been together for close to a year and ninety percent of the time she feels like she’s very nearly in love with him, she occasionally wonders what the fuck she sees in him. Right now is a prime example.
After pushing his drunk ass up the stairs (no easy feat since he’s bigger than the Jolly Green Giant) so she could blow him, the jackass won’t stop quoting Forrest Gump. Seriously. Her lips are wrapped around his cock and Finn keeps saying shit like “Me and Jenny go together like peas and carrots” or “And from that day on, if I was goin’ somewhere, I was running!”
She is not impressed.
Santana blames Puckerman for this. And Jack Daniels. Mostly Puck though. That douchebag is the biggest shit disturber on the planet. Always has been; always will be. He knows good and well that Forrest Gump is Finn’s favorite movie and until this very moment, she’s enjoyed it, too. But Puck found it on TNT tonight while they were all downstairs playing euchre and she and Rachel laughed at their idiot boyfriends while the boys recited the lines. The drunker Finn got the more enthusiastic (and annoying) with it he became until she had no choice but to try and fuck him into silence. Okay, maybe not silence exactly, but definitely no more goddamn movie quotes.
Normally she loves when Finn is drunk because he really channels his dirty side without any trepidation. He’s a motherfucking champ when it comes to dirty talk (shocking, right?) and he can last forever while fucking her in the most unbelievable positions. It’s not that she has any complaints about their regular sex life (she doesn’t at all), but every now and then she wants to get porno-fucked like drunk Finn can do so, so well. Tonight is one of those nights. This sloppy Finn spouting Forrest Gump lines is making her lose her shit and not in the good way.
She’s not willing to give up without a fight though, so she swallows hard around him and feels a smug sense of satisfaction when he murmurs her name and slips his hands into her hair. That feeling lasts all of five seconds because he laughs a little and says “Bubba was my best good friend.” She totally should’ve sat on his face and they could’ve avoided this whole ridiculous scene.
Santana pulls off and glares up at him. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she spits.
Finn looks confused like he’s wont to do a good portion of the time and gives her a drunken smile as he reaches for her again, pulls her head closer to his dick. “S’wrong, baby? Keep going. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.”
He reels her back in pretty quickly with the compliment. She knows she’s good at this and she loves having his dick in her mouth, so really, who is she to deny them what they both want? Santana smirks wickedly before licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock and wrapping her lips around him again. Finn sucks in a breath and groans out her name and it’s way the hell better than anything else she’s heard since they got to his bedroom. She works him a little faster, a little deeper, the way she knows he loves, and she thinks she’s finally sucked the bullshit movie lines right outta him.
That is until he hits the back of her throat and he opens his mouth to say, “Sorry I had to fight in the middle of your Black Panther party.”
She’s definitely pissed, but she can’t stop the laugh because he sounds too fucking ridiculous right now. “Christ, Finn! Can you please shut the fuck up?” she barks out laughingly in spite of herself. “Choking to death on your dick isn’t the way I want to die.”
“What?” he asks with this confused look on his face that he sported for the majority of high school. Honestly, she’s hot and she knows all the best ways to please a man (her man, specifically), so the fact that he’s reciting lines instead of moaning her name is a bit of a blow to her ego. The fact that he’s also clueless about it? Pisses her right off.
“Are you stupid?” she spits acidly, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
He grins like the goddamn Cheshire cat and replies without missing a beat, “Stupid is as stupid does.”
Okay, so she walked right fucking into that one. Still, she punches him square in the chest and gets to her feet because honestly? She’s had enough and she’s not going to put up with this shit from him. “Listen up, asshole, okay? I suggest you get Jenny or Lieutenant Dan to suck your dick because I’m leaving.”
“What? No, San, wait.”
Santana quickly pulls her tank top on and has a hand on the doorknob when Finn comes up behind her, wrapping his hands around her hips in an attempt to stop her. She tries to shrug him off, but it’s hard to do on account of him being, you know, enormous. She’d also be a liar if she said she didn’t think he hands on her hips felt kind of awesome. But whatever. “Fuck off, Hudson. We’re done here for the night. Enjoy your hand!” she grouses, yanking open his bedroom door.
Just as quickly as she opened it, Finn slams the door closed and presses his body against hers. He wraps one hand around her waist, his fingers slipping beneath the top of her jeans and she can feel his length pressing against the small of her back. “Santana,” he says lowly, smoothing the hair back off her neck. “Baby.” His breath is hot on her skin and she closes her eyes against the sensation. “Please don’t leave.”
She’s not weak, okay? She’s not. It’s just that she knows so damn well how good he can make her feel and she really, really wants and needs that right now. So the fact that she’s all but forgiven him is just because of her need for an orgasm (or five) and the way he’s all pressed against her, murmuring against her skin. Don’t think she won’t make him work for it though. She hasn’t completely abandoned her principles. Please.
“Why should I stay?” she asks icily. “You were more into quoting a stupid movie rather than me sucking you off. ‘S’a shitty way to treat your girlfriend, FYI.”
Finn drops his lips to her shoulder before turning her around to face him. “’M’sorry,” he mumbles, sliding his fingertips up her arm until they’re resting on the side of her neck. She keeps her hands down at her sides because she’s a bitch like that.
He’s looking at her all softly, and this moment is suddenly way too sweet and nice for what she needs. She narrows her eyes a bit when she looks back at him. “You’re really gonna have to work to make this up to me. You know what I want.” He nods and grins crookedly at her before leaning in to kiss her. Santana pushes at his chest before his lips land on hers. The pouty look on his face is too cute for his own good and she bites the inside of her cheek before she does something stupid like smile back at him. “And I swear to god, Finn, if you so much as utter one more single word from that fucking movie, I’mma go all Lima Heights on your ass.
“Shut up,” he says gruffly, backing her up against the door.
That’s better.
He doesn’t say anything else as he peels the tank top off her body and drops it carelessly to the floor. The look he gives her before he crushes his mouth against hers sends heat directly between her thighs, and she knows he’s going to make good on…well, he’s just going to make this so good.
“Finn,” she whines a bit when he nips at her jaw. “Talk.”
His lips hover over her ear and the heat of his breath against her skin makes her shiver. “I’m gonna fuck you through the wall, baby. S’gonna be rough. Make you walk wrong for a week.”
She should probably feel at least a little guilty since their friends are downstairs and they will hear every loud moan and scream she knows she’s going to make, but she can’t be bothered when Finn says something so dirty that even she blushes for a second before wrapping a hand around him and making him deliver on his promises.
He’s the fucking best at keeping his promises.
Pairing: Finn/Santana
Rating: R for language
Word Count: 1,451
Filled for the Santana Drabble Meme. I can't find (read: am too lazy to find) the prompt in the meme but it was: (781): Do you know how difficult it is to give head to a guy who's imitating Forrest Gump?
Even though they’ve been together for close to a year and ninety percent of the time she feels like she’s very nearly in love with him, she occasionally wonders what the fuck she sees in him. Right now is a prime example.
After pushing his drunk ass up the stairs (no easy feat since he’s bigger than the Jolly Green Giant) so she could blow him, the jackass won’t stop quoting Forrest Gump. Seriously. Her lips are wrapped around his cock and Finn keeps saying shit like “Me and Jenny go together like peas and carrots” or “And from that day on, if I was goin’ somewhere, I was running!”
She is not impressed.
Santana blames Puckerman for this. And Jack Daniels. Mostly Puck though. That douchebag is the biggest shit disturber on the planet. Always has been; always will be. He knows good and well that Forrest Gump is Finn’s favorite movie and until this very moment, she’s enjoyed it, too. But Puck found it on TNT tonight while they were all downstairs playing euchre and she and Rachel laughed at their idiot boyfriends while the boys recited the lines. The drunker Finn got the more enthusiastic (and annoying) with it he became until she had no choice but to try and fuck him into silence. Okay, maybe not silence exactly, but definitely no more goddamn movie quotes.
Normally she loves when Finn is drunk because he really channels his dirty side without any trepidation. He’s a motherfucking champ when it comes to dirty talk (shocking, right?) and he can last forever while fucking her in the most unbelievable positions. It’s not that she has any complaints about their regular sex life (she doesn’t at all), but every now and then she wants to get porno-fucked like drunk Finn can do so, so well. Tonight is one of those nights. This sloppy Finn spouting Forrest Gump lines is making her lose her shit and not in the good way.
She’s not willing to give up without a fight though, so she swallows hard around him and feels a smug sense of satisfaction when he murmurs her name and slips his hands into her hair. That feeling lasts all of five seconds because he laughs a little and says “Bubba was my best good friend.” She totally should’ve sat on his face and they could’ve avoided this whole ridiculous scene.
Santana pulls off and glares up at him. “Are you fucking kidding me right now?” she spits.
Finn looks confused like he’s wont to do a good portion of the time and gives her a drunken smile as he reaches for her again, pulls her head closer to his dick. “S’wrong, baby? Keep going. Fuck, your mouth feels so damn good.”
He reels her back in pretty quickly with the compliment. She knows she’s good at this and she loves having his dick in her mouth, so really, who is she to deny them what they both want? Santana smirks wickedly before licking a slow stripe up the underside of his cock and wrapping her lips around him again. Finn sucks in a breath and groans out her name and it’s way the hell better than anything else she’s heard since they got to his bedroom. She works him a little faster, a little deeper, the way she knows he loves, and she thinks she’s finally sucked the bullshit movie lines right outta him.
That is until he hits the back of her throat and he opens his mouth to say, “Sorry I had to fight in the middle of your Black Panther party.”
She’s definitely pissed, but she can’t stop the laugh because he sounds too fucking ridiculous right now. “Christ, Finn! Can you please shut the fuck up?” she barks out laughingly in spite of herself. “Choking to death on your dick isn’t the way I want to die.”
“What?” he asks with this confused look on his face that he sported for the majority of high school. Honestly, she’s hot and she knows all the best ways to please a man (her man, specifically), so the fact that he’s reciting lines instead of moaning her name is a bit of a blow to her ego. The fact that he’s also clueless about it? Pisses her right off.
“Are you stupid?” she spits acidly, her eyes narrowing dangerously.
He grins like the goddamn Cheshire cat and replies without missing a beat, “Stupid is as stupid does.”
Okay, so she walked right fucking into that one. Still, she punches him square in the chest and gets to her feet because honestly? She’s had enough and she’s not going to put up with this shit from him. “Listen up, asshole, okay? I suggest you get Jenny or Lieutenant Dan to suck your dick because I’m leaving.”
“What? No, San, wait.”
Santana quickly pulls her tank top on and has a hand on the doorknob when Finn comes up behind her, wrapping his hands around her hips in an attempt to stop her. She tries to shrug him off, but it’s hard to do on account of him being, you know, enormous. She’d also be a liar if she said she didn’t think he hands on her hips felt kind of awesome. But whatever. “Fuck off, Hudson. We’re done here for the night. Enjoy your hand!” she grouses, yanking open his bedroom door.
Just as quickly as she opened it, Finn slams the door closed and presses his body against hers. He wraps one hand around her waist, his fingers slipping beneath the top of her jeans and she can feel his length pressing against the small of her back. “Santana,” he says lowly, smoothing the hair back off her neck. “Baby.” His breath is hot on her skin and she closes her eyes against the sensation. “Please don’t leave.”
She’s not weak, okay? She’s not. It’s just that she knows so damn well how good he can make her feel and she really, really wants and needs that right now. So the fact that she’s all but forgiven him is just because of her need for an orgasm (or five) and the way he’s all pressed against her, murmuring against her skin. Don’t think she won’t make him work for it though. She hasn’t completely abandoned her principles. Please.
“Why should I stay?” she asks icily. “You were more into quoting a stupid movie rather than me sucking you off. ‘S’a shitty way to treat your girlfriend, FYI.”
Finn drops his lips to her shoulder before turning her around to face him. “’M’sorry,” he mumbles, sliding his fingertips up her arm until they’re resting on the side of her neck. She keeps her hands down at her sides because she’s a bitch like that.
He’s looking at her all softly, and this moment is suddenly way too sweet and nice for what she needs. She narrows her eyes a bit when she looks back at him. “You’re really gonna have to work to make this up to me. You know what I want.” He nods and grins crookedly at her before leaning in to kiss her. Santana pushes at his chest before his lips land on hers. The pouty look on his face is too cute for his own good and she bites the inside of her cheek before she does something stupid like smile back at him. “And I swear to god, Finn, if you so much as utter one more single word from that fucking movie, I’mma go all Lima Heights on your ass.
“Shut up,” he says gruffly, backing her up against the door.
That’s better.
He doesn’t say anything else as he peels the tank top off her body and drops it carelessly to the floor. The look he gives her before he crushes his mouth against hers sends heat directly between her thighs, and she knows he’s going to make good on…well, he’s just going to make this so good.
“Finn,” she whines a bit when he nips at her jaw. “Talk.”
His lips hover over her ear and the heat of his breath against her skin makes her shiver. “I’m gonna fuck you through the wall, baby. S’gonna be rough. Make you walk wrong for a week.”
She should probably feel at least a little guilty since their friends are downstairs and they will hear every loud moan and scream she knows she’s going to make, but she can’t be bothered when Finn says something so dirty that even she blushes for a second before wrapping a hand around him and making him deliver on his promises.
He’s the fucking best at keeping his promises.