FIC: Oh Fantasy Free Me (Part 4 in the Cuddles & Coattails series)
Title: Oh Fantasy Free Me.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1365 this part, 7000+ in total
Pairings: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson/Rachel Berry
Disclaimer: I don't own the Glee characters.
Spoilers: None
Author's note: I'm supposed to be studying for finals. Wrote porn instead. NBD. Some of you are going to want to hug and kiss me in this chapter. In lieu of gifts, please send all donations to a socially conscious charity. Thank you. The idea for this part came from a glee_kink_meme prompt. Thank you, sweet and beautiful anon.
It started when Finn apologized for being such a complete and utter idiot. Rachel had little willpower when it came to cute puppy dog eyes and the wide eyes of one Finn Hudson. Even though she knew she should be mad, it was the Christmas season and she didn't have the heart to stay too mad. He had panicked, and while had the situation been reversed, Rachel couldn't say for certain if she would have had the presence of mind to help Finn through a panic attack. So, that was how they had ended up roughing and tumbling on her bed, and when Finn had pushed his hand under her skirt, well, Rachel hadn't stopped him. It wasn't like it was the first time he was going to see her naked. She couldn't remember if she'd been totally naked or only partially naked before he'd had to turn around, but she didn't really care. She'd had sex with Quinn twice now, and she wasn't dating Quinn, surely she could start having sex with Finn, who she was actually dating, right?
Right.
“Please go slowly. Two fingers is not the same as... you know,” Rachel begged, as Finn lined himself up. She smiled nervously as Finn nodded, mumbling something about how he'd go slow, but Rachel wasn't necessarily paying attention. She felt like this wasn't right for some reason, she just didn't know why... but still, she felt bad making Finn stop now.
Closing her eyes, Rachel gripped onto the sheets, biting her lip. She thought that if she didn't see what was happening, it might hurt a little less. It was logic that was deeply flawed, she was well aware of that, but at this point, she was willing to try anything. Or maybe she just didn't want to see Finn while it was happening.
Wait... what?
Rachel pushed that thought out of her mind. No, she wanted this. She wanted Finn. She loved Finn, they were together, they'd been together for six months. No big deal. This was the logical progression of their relationship. If she could fuck Quinn Fabray, she could fuck Finn Hudson.
The brief thought of Quinn Fabray, however, was enough to make the blonde pop into Rachel's mind again. A naked, sexy Quinn Fabray in a strap-on, leaning over her, her lips dangerously close to Rachel's, brushing the tip against her entrance. The visual was enough to make her whimper, and she felt a rush of wetness pool between her thighs.
Well, this was interesting.
“Relax, Rachel,” she could imagine Quinn saying. As if by instinct, Rachel melted back into the mattress, which Finn also happened to take as a sign that she was ready, and pushed into her slightly. Rachel sucked in a sharp breath and moaned unhappily, but she focused on the visual in her head.
She was focused on Quinn.
Quinn was trailing kisses along her neck, causing Rachel to arch slightly, her skin felt like it was on fire. The blonde always made her feel that way, almost like she was floating or having some kind of strange out of body experience, everything she did felt so good. Quinn was whispering dirty things in her ear, which oddly was causing her to giggle (only in her mind, thank God).
“Let me know when it stops hurting, okay?” the voice was Finn's and not Quinn's, and Rachel let out a frustrated growl. Honestly, she was enjoying what was going on in her head much more than what was actually happening to her, so she pictured Quinn saying it.
“Let me know when it stops hurting, okay?” Yes, in Quinn's voice it sounded so much better. Rachel instantly pushed her hips up, both in her mind and in reality, wincing at the pain, but feeling like the worst was over. It was in, now it was just a matter of letting the pain subside, and get used to the stretching. “I know it hurts a little, but the worst is over, Rachel,” Quinn's voice assured her.
“Fuck me,” came Rachel's strangled moan, pushing her hips up.
“With pleasure,” was all Quinn replied, pushing into her slowly, letting Rachel get used to the feeling. Finn Hudson didn't exist in that moment. In her mind, she was being fucked by Quinn Fabray. Slow, gentle, and loving, just the way a girl's real first time should be. “Tell me how it feels, Rachel.”
“This feels amazing,” Rachel moaned, arching her back slightly as she gripped the sheets. Crying out as Quinn moved faster, the brunette wrapped a leg around the blonde's hips, pushing her down more, desperate to feel Quinn deep inside of her.
“Shit, Rachel... you're really tight,” Quinn moaned, thrusting into her relentlessly, a delicious rhythm that was causing them both to moan in sync as Quinn held her close, her hips moving hard and fast as the brunette's bucked involuntarily, taking Quinn deeper and deeper.
“Fuck,” it was a desperate cry, and Rachel wasn't sure if it came from her or from Quinn, but her nails were clawing at Quinn's back, her breathing ragged as she arched and bucked, desperate for Quinn to thrust against her G-spot, just right, just in the way that Quinn always did with her fingers. The pain was gone, replaced by pure pleasure. She felt so hot and so full and so close to Quinn, like this was what was she was supposed to be doing. This was who she was supposed to be with. The blonde thrust her hips again, moving her free hand down to rub her clit, and Rachel felt like she was literally going to die.
“Right there... oh my God... oh God don't stop...” Rachel was chanting it as if it was some kind of mantra, louder and louder and louder, like she just never wanted this to end, but at the same time, she wanted to tumble over the edge, she wanted to come for Quinn Fabray.
“Fuck,” moaned the blonde, thrusting into Rachel as fast and hard as she possibly could. “Come for me, baby,” Quinn moaned, giving a push.
“I'm coming, Qu-Finnnnn,” Rachel moaned, catching herself at the last minute as she felt Finn releasing into her and remembered that she was, in fact, not having sex with Quinn but with Finn. Shit, that was close.
The image of Quinn, moaning and giggling through shaking breaths, slowly faded away as Rachel opened her eyes, finding Finn's head buried in the crook of her neck, and she just felt dirty. This was dirty. It was wrong. This was all wrong.
“How do you feel?” Finn asked, his breathing ragged as he looked at her with the most loving eyes she had ever seen.
Rachel's heart broke in half.
“This was a mistake,” Rachel blurted out, before she could really think about what was happening.
“W-what?” came the confused reply, Finn's face falling instantly.
“I'm - I'm sorry, Finn. I can't do this. We shouldn't have slept together,” Rachel whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” Finn wondered.
“Not at all, you were wonderful,” Rachel assured him, though honestly, she had no idea if that was true. “Quinn was just better,” she mumbled, loud enough that only she could hear.
“Rachel, I don't -” Finn stammered, looking like he was about to cry.
“We're over,” she interjected, pushing him off of her as she got up and pulled her sheets, wrapping them around herself. “I'm sorry,” she muttered, looking down at the ground. “I'm going to take a shower, please don't be here when I get back. We're - we're through,” Rachel sobbed, rushing into the bathroom.
“Rachel, ple-”
The brunette didn't even bother to hear the rest of that sentence.
She loved Quinn Fabray. She was in love with Quinn Fabray.
And she was pretty sure that she had gone and messed everything up.
By the time Rachel emerged from the bathroom, cleaned up and showered, Finn was gone, just as she'd asked.
Rating: NC-17
Words: 1365 this part, 7000+ in total
Pairings: Quinn Fabray/Rachel Berry, Finn Hudson/Rachel Berry
Disclaimer: I don't own the Glee characters.
Spoilers: None
Author's note: I'm supposed to be studying for finals. Wrote porn instead. NBD. Some of you are going to want to hug and kiss me in this chapter. In lieu of gifts, please send all donations to a socially conscious charity. Thank you. The idea for this part came from a glee_kink_meme prompt. Thank you, sweet and beautiful anon.
It started when Finn apologized for being such a complete and utter idiot. Rachel had little willpower when it came to cute puppy dog eyes and the wide eyes of one Finn Hudson. Even though she knew she should be mad, it was the Christmas season and she didn't have the heart to stay too mad. He had panicked, and while had the situation been reversed, Rachel couldn't say for certain if she would have had the presence of mind to help Finn through a panic attack. So, that was how they had ended up roughing and tumbling on her bed, and when Finn had pushed his hand under her skirt, well, Rachel hadn't stopped him. It wasn't like it was the first time he was going to see her naked. She couldn't remember if she'd been totally naked or only partially naked before he'd had to turn around, but she didn't really care. She'd had sex with Quinn twice now, and she wasn't dating Quinn, surely she could start having sex with Finn, who she was actually dating, right?
Right.
“Please go slowly. Two fingers is not the same as... you know,” Rachel begged, as Finn lined himself up. She smiled nervously as Finn nodded, mumbling something about how he'd go slow, but Rachel wasn't necessarily paying attention. She felt like this wasn't right for some reason, she just didn't know why... but still, she felt bad making Finn stop now.
Closing her eyes, Rachel gripped onto the sheets, biting her lip. She thought that if she didn't see what was happening, it might hurt a little less. It was logic that was deeply flawed, she was well aware of that, but at this point, she was willing to try anything. Or maybe she just didn't want to see Finn while it was happening.
Wait... what?
Rachel pushed that thought out of her mind. No, she wanted this. She wanted Finn. She loved Finn, they were together, they'd been together for six months. No big deal. This was the logical progression of their relationship. If she could fuck Quinn Fabray, she could fuck Finn Hudson.
The brief thought of Quinn Fabray, however, was enough to make the blonde pop into Rachel's mind again. A naked, sexy Quinn Fabray in a strap-on, leaning over her, her lips dangerously close to Rachel's, brushing the tip against her entrance. The visual was enough to make her whimper, and she felt a rush of wetness pool between her thighs.
Well, this was interesting.
“Relax, Rachel,” she could imagine Quinn saying. As if by instinct, Rachel melted back into the mattress, which Finn also happened to take as a sign that she was ready, and pushed into her slightly. Rachel sucked in a sharp breath and moaned unhappily, but she focused on the visual in her head.
She was focused on Quinn.
Quinn was trailing kisses along her neck, causing Rachel to arch slightly, her skin felt like it was on fire. The blonde always made her feel that way, almost like she was floating or having some kind of strange out of body experience, everything she did felt so good. Quinn was whispering dirty things in her ear, which oddly was causing her to giggle (only in her mind, thank God).
“Let me know when it stops hurting, okay?” the voice was Finn's and not Quinn's, and Rachel let out a frustrated growl. Honestly, she was enjoying what was going on in her head much more than what was actually happening to her, so she pictured Quinn saying it.
“Let me know when it stops hurting, okay?” Yes, in Quinn's voice it sounded so much better. Rachel instantly pushed her hips up, both in her mind and in reality, wincing at the pain, but feeling like the worst was over. It was in, now it was just a matter of letting the pain subside, and get used to the stretching. “I know it hurts a little, but the worst is over, Rachel,” Quinn's voice assured her.
“Fuck me,” came Rachel's strangled moan, pushing her hips up.
“With pleasure,” was all Quinn replied, pushing into her slowly, letting Rachel get used to the feeling. Finn Hudson didn't exist in that moment. In her mind, she was being fucked by Quinn Fabray. Slow, gentle, and loving, just the way a girl's real first time should be. “Tell me how it feels, Rachel.”
“This feels amazing,” Rachel moaned, arching her back slightly as she gripped the sheets. Crying out as Quinn moved faster, the brunette wrapped a leg around the blonde's hips, pushing her down more, desperate to feel Quinn deep inside of her.
“Shit, Rachel... you're really tight,” Quinn moaned, thrusting into her relentlessly, a delicious rhythm that was causing them both to moan in sync as Quinn held her close, her hips moving hard and fast as the brunette's bucked involuntarily, taking Quinn deeper and deeper.
“Fuck,” it was a desperate cry, and Rachel wasn't sure if it came from her or from Quinn, but her nails were clawing at Quinn's back, her breathing ragged as she arched and bucked, desperate for Quinn to thrust against her G-spot, just right, just in the way that Quinn always did with her fingers. The pain was gone, replaced by pure pleasure. She felt so hot and so full and so close to Quinn, like this was what was she was supposed to be doing. This was who she was supposed to be with. The blonde thrust her hips again, moving her free hand down to rub her clit, and Rachel felt like she was literally going to die.
“Right there... oh my God... oh God don't stop...” Rachel was chanting it as if it was some kind of mantra, louder and louder and louder, like she just never wanted this to end, but at the same time, she wanted to tumble over the edge, she wanted to come for Quinn Fabray.
“Fuck,” moaned the blonde, thrusting into Rachel as fast and hard as she possibly could. “Come for me, baby,” Quinn moaned, giving a push.
“I'm coming, Qu-Finnnnn,” Rachel moaned, catching herself at the last minute as she felt Finn releasing into her and remembered that she was, in fact, not having sex with Quinn but with Finn. Shit, that was close.
The image of Quinn, moaning and giggling through shaking breaths, slowly faded away as Rachel opened her eyes, finding Finn's head buried in the crook of her neck, and she just felt dirty. This was dirty. It was wrong. This was all wrong.
“How do you feel?” Finn asked, his breathing ragged as he looked at her with the most loving eyes she had ever seen.
Rachel's heart broke in half.
“This was a mistake,” Rachel blurted out, before she could really think about what was happening.
“W-what?” came the confused reply, Finn's face falling instantly.
“I'm - I'm sorry, Finn. I can't do this. We shouldn't have slept together,” Rachel whimpered, her eyes welling up with tears.
“Why? Did I do something wrong?” Finn wondered.
“Not at all, you were wonderful,” Rachel assured him, though honestly, she had no idea if that was true. “Quinn was just better,” she mumbled, loud enough that only she could hear.
“Rachel, I don't -” Finn stammered, looking like he was about to cry.
“We're over,” she interjected, pushing him off of her as she got up and pulled her sheets, wrapping them around herself. “I'm sorry,” she muttered, looking down at the ground. “I'm going to take a shower, please don't be here when I get back. We're - we're through,” Rachel sobbed, rushing into the bathroom.
“Rachel, ple-”
The brunette didn't even bother to hear the rest of that sentence.
She loved Quinn Fabray. She was in love with Quinn Fabray.
And she was pretty sure that she had gone and messed everything up.
By the time Rachel emerged from the bathroom, cleaned up and showered, Finn was gone, just as she'd asked.