Fic: I'm too Sexy (2/2)
Rachel Berry was about as happy as a clam (though that still struck her as an odd expression, since she wasn’t sure it was even possible to know if a clam could be happy, but that was beside the point). Her boyfriend had invited her out for an impromptu fancy dinner and everything had gone swimmingly. The conversation was flowing and they talked of their plans to go to New York after graduation. Finn had gotten a partial scholarship to NYU’s music program and she had gotten into Columbia on a full ride. They were going to live together in a little apartment between their respective campuses, and she was going to try and audition for shows in her spare time. They were going places, and she was really feeling content.
Of course, because her dads were out and because the night had gone so well, she was also feeling needy. She was a teenager in a stable and committed relationship, with an active sex drive - she needed her boyfriend in her and that was that. Her hormones were driving her far too crazy to abstain anyways. “Would you like to come inside?” she inquired, though it was a mere formality. She didn’t even really pay attention to his answer, because she knew what it would be.
Waiting for Finn to open her door, she noticed that he swallowed rather hard on his way around the car, since she could obviously see out the front window, but she didn’t think much of it. He had probably swallowed some air wrong or something. Taking his hand as he helped her out, Rachel fished her keys out of her purse. “I had a lovely time,” she smiled, pressing her nose against his arm.
“I had a great time, too,” he smiled, kissing the top of her head as she opened the door, dropping her keys on the entryway table as she kicked off her heels.
“Take off your jacket,” she smiled, wiggling her eyebrows at him.
“In a bit,” he replied, nodding as he closed the door behind them and locked it, even though in Lima, the only real danger was Noah Puckerman. And apparently they were safe because Puck only tried to rob non-Jews. Finn never really paid attention to the reason why because he got bored easily, but he knew that Puck obviously knew that Rachel was Jewish. But still, one could never be too safe.
“Let’s go upstairs,” Rachel giggled, pulling him by the hand up her stairs and into her room, instantly launching herself at him.
“Nuh-uh,” Finn replied, much to Rachel’s confusion as he pulled away from her. Watching with furrowed brows as he went over to her CD player, the brunette kept her hands on her hips as she cocked her head to the side.
“Finn, what are you doing?” she inquired, as he pulled a CD out of his jacket pocket and popped it in.
“Sit down,” Finn insisted, leaning against her desk as she did as she was told, though she was still royally lost.
“What’s going on?” Rachel asked, arching her eyebrows.
“You’re always doing stuff for me, like, in the bedroom and stuff, so I’m trying to return the favor,” Finn replied, raking his hand through his hair awkwardly.
Just the phrasing was enough to make Rachel cringe. Return the favor. She had heard that before, after the first time that she had gone down on him in sophomore year. It had been towards the end of the year and she’d finally worked up the courage to do it - it clicked with her one day that Ms. Pillsbury’s comment about not having a gag reflex was sexually charged, and he’d offered to return the favor. While everything had gone smoothly on Rachel’s end, when Finn got around to ‘repaying’ her, it wound up in him leaving feeling demoralized, Rachel torn between running after him or finishing herself off, and her boyfriend avoiding her for almost two weeks.
But, she was determined not to outwardly show the fact that she was nervous. She was just going to grit her teeth and bear through whatever was going on here, for Finn’s sake. After all, it couldn’t be that bad, right?
Wrong. Oh, she was so, so wrong. When she had seen a CD, she thought it was going to be Finn trying to be creative and putting together some mood music for them to make love to. There would probably be some weird choices on it but she could ignore the music and get caught up in all things Finn Hudson rather easily.
If. Only.
Rachel knew it was not going in that direction from the second the few easily recognizable intro seconds of “I’m too Sexy for my Shirt” started playing. She didn’t know if that was the actual name of the song - a rarity for her, but it didn’t matter, she just wanted it to stop. Oh God, she wanted it to stop. Whatever was about to happen, it was not going to be good.
Rachel wasn’t exactly sure if Finn was trying to do some kind of dance or thrusting manoeuver, she didn’t know, but it was honestly, a little strange. To be quite honest it looked like something that if No - Noah Puckerman, I am going to kill you. It looked exactly like the type of thing that Noah Puckerman would be doing if he were trying to dance to this song. She had seen that performance of “I Wanna Sex You Up” at that parents’ conference in sophomore year - she had been working the refreshments table as part of the student government, and whatever Finn was doing right now it just screamed Noah.
Okay, the hip wiggling wasn’t so bad. It was actually kind of cute and so long as he kept doing that while he was stripping (his jacket was on the floor and he was unbuttoning his shirt - though for some strange reason he had yet to remove his tie, so she figured his ‘sexy surprise’ for her was a striptease), she could just tune out the music and - wait, no, what was he doing?
“I’m too sexy for your love, too sexy for your love…”
Dear God, he was singing along. Honestly, it made Rachel giggle and her immediate reaction was to cover her face with her hands, but not because she found him to be so adorable that it hurt, she was just embarrassed for him. She was pretty sure she was going to die of embarrassment and the worst part was that Finn was getting so totally into it that he was just embarrassing himself even more. When she uncovered her eyes, he was doing some kind of strange dance move that vaguely looked like something out of Grease, but she couldn’t be sure, but at least he was dropping his pants now, so it was probably almost completely over.
Wait… what? Was he going to try and sexy dance for her? Please tell me this is just a very awkward dream. Please. Ouch, damn it. That hurts. I’m not dreaming. That’s it, she couldn’t take the torture anymore. Hip thrusting as a dance move could be pulled off by a lot of people, but Finn Hudson in Spiderman boxers was not one of them. Rachel launched herself at him, pulling him into a hungry and needy kiss, using his tie to tug him down towards her, all while simultaneously reaching to turn off the dreadful song.
Much better.
“That was so hot,” she grinned, moving her lips against his hungrily and pulling him by the tie towards the bed, tugging it off and tossing it to the floor. In a way, it was, too. While the actual dancing was not particularly sexy - in fact, it was an experience she’d rather not repeat any time soon, the fact that he was willing to do that for her, and the fact that he wanted to be sexy for her was actually pretty hot. He wanted to make her feel special. And while candles and a bed full of rose petals would have achieved that much better than what had just happened, she was willing to very liberally go with the old adage ‘it’s the thought that counts’.
“Oh yeah?” he smirked, that kind of boyish smirk where he was proud of himself but still came off totally adorable anyways.
“Yeah,” she nodded, pressing her lips forcefully to his as she wrapped a leg around his waist, using the heel of her foot to push him down against her, causing them both to moan.
“It felt really awkward to me,” Finn admitted, frowning as he trailed kisses along her jaw line, his hands tugging at the zipper on the side of her dress.
“You wanted to perform for me. No matter what the performance is, that will always be sexy to me,” Rachel smiled, tangling her hand in his hair and sighing happily as his teeth scraped across her neck.
“Good, because you’re always sexy to me, too,” Finn mumbled, smiling against her skin.
“Maybe you should show me how sexy you think I am,” she quipped, chuckling at the loud growl that fell from his lips as he buried his face in her neck. Running her hands down his chest, Rachel rolled her hips against his gently, whimpering unhappily as her dress prevented her from getting the kind of friction that she wanted. Breaking away from her a bit, Finn tugged the dress off of her and she rolled her hips against his, moaning happily at the difference. Much better.
“So hot,” Finn mumbled, kissing his way along her collarbone and down the valley in between her breasts, his hands moving along her sides gently. Whimpering as he ran his thumb over her nipples, pinching them gently, Rachel felt her eyelids fluttering gently as a rush of wetness appeared between her thighs, forming a small spot on her underwear.
Finn chuckled to himself. He knew that very specific whimper. He knew all of Rachel’s sounds by heart already. While he had started out perhaps a bit skeptical about his girlfriend, he had grown to love every single part of her. Kissing his way along her stomach, dipping his tongue into her belly button quickly, he smiled against her skin as he reached the waistband of her panties, tugging on them with his teeth as he inhaled sharply. “Enjoying yourself?” he smirked, running his finger teasingly over the front of her panties
“You’re well aware of the fact that I am enjoying myself right now,” Rachel muttered, narrowing her eyes at him slightly as she bit her lip.
“Good,” he smiled, hooking his fingers into the waistband of her panties, tugging them off slow enough that Rachel actually growled at him.
“Patience, babe,” Finn grinned, kissing his way down her leg slowly. Rachel both loved and hated it when he did that. On the one hand, it felt amazing, and it made her quiver just thinking about where his lips would eventually end up, but on the other hand her legs were probably disproportionately long in comparison to her torso, so it seemed to take forever for him to get where she wanted him to be.
Biting her lip as she felt her eyes rolling back, Rachel let out a loud moan as his lips trailed past the inside of her knee to her thigh, gripping the sheet with one hand while the other tangled lazily in his hair. “Mhm,” she mumbled, squirming as Finn’s tongue trailed along the dip in her hip bone. “Please,” she whimpered, chewing on her lip as he chuckled, his lips sending little vibrations down her leg before blowing a gentle puff of air against her clit as he guided her leg over his shoulder.
She was so lucky that she had a boyfriend who liked doing this to her. While their first attempt at doing this might not have gone so well, it was safe to say that he had redeemed himself in the last year. Over and over and over. Moaning loudly as he licked her clit, Rachel was glad that her fathers weren’t home. When they were home, she had to be quiet and it never felt as good. It was like the louder she was, the more she egged Finn on, and the better everything became. Tugging on his hair gently, Rachel looked down at him briefly before flopping her head back on the pillow. Finn’s tongue was working on her clit and his fingers were just barely prodding her entrance, just enough to tease her. “Please, baby,” Rachel begged, whimpering desperately as she squirmed.
Chuckling quietly, Finn obliged and pushed his fingers into her, making them moan together. She was so wet and she just wanted, no she needed him to make her come. His fingers were working a fast pace, pushing a little deeper each time, and she was arching, trying to buck her hips despite the fact that he was holding them down securely with his free hand. “Finn… Oh my God,” she cried, her moans increasing in volume as he curled his fingers up, drumming them gently against her spot, before holding a firm pressure there as he sucked on her clit. He was humming now, and his lips were vibrating against her clit, sending little pulses through her that were driving her crazy. Her moans were becoming breathless, and he was pushing against her spot, flicking his fingers at it. She was so close, so close. “Finn… Finn…” she chanted, over and over, a sign that she was getting close. She was right there, at the point where her toes were starting to curl and that dizzyingly wonderful feeling was started to overtake her, when he pulled back, moving his fingers painfully slow.
“Not yet, baby,” he chuckled, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face as she growled unhappily at him.
“I was so close,” she whined, tossing her head back unhappily as she watched him pulling off his boxers.
“I know, but admit it, you like it when I don’t let you come right away. It feels better for you,” he challenged, and Rachel simply rolled her eyes. He was right - it did feel better, for the both of them. She clung to him tighter, and she just wanted it fast and hard because she was always so desperate.
Bringing her legs up to his shoulders as he settled above her, Rachel shivered as he ran his hand down her leg, stroking himself a few times with his free hand. Licking her lips, Rachel let out a loud moan as he pushed into her hard, her angle allowing him to go in deeply. “Fuck,” he mumbled, burying his face in her neck.
“Oh God,” she moaned, bucking her hips against his, clawing desperately at his back. He was thrusting into her hard and fast, and it just felt so good. Wrapping a leg around his waist, she pushed him deeper. Finn groaned loudly and picked up the pace, pushing against her spot. “Finn…” she moaned, dragging her nails along his back again, leaving claw marks in her wake. Crying out as he bucked into her spot once again, Rachel whimpered his name as she started to throb around him. “Oh God, I’m comiiiing,” she wailed, tightening around him hard as her body trembled. Finn pushed into her once more and tumbled over the edge as well, moaning her name into her neck.
Unwrapping her legs from around him as she let her body go limp against the mattress, Rachel breathed heavily as he pulled out of her and rolled onto his side. “Hi,” he smiled, panting slightly.
“Hi,” she grinned, stroking her thumb over his cheek. “That was amazing, as usual.”
“Even when you were whining?” Finn inquired, an amused grin on his face as he arched an eyebrow.
“I only whine because I want you to make me feel good,” Rachel grinned. “Just like I want you to feel good all the time.”
“Wait, is that why you’re always like an anac - is that why you’re always trying to switch things up?” he wondered, more to himself than to her.
“Yes,” she admitted, chewing on her lip as she looked away from him. “I don’t want you to ever think I’m boring.”
“I’ll never think you’re boring,” Finn promised, sighing as he shook his head. “You’re perfect, Rachel. Sometimes I think you’re going to think that I’m boring.”
“Is that what all of that was about earlier?” Rachel asked, arching her brow at him.
“It was weird, wasn’t it? You can tell me, I caught a glimpse of myself in your mirror,” he chuckled.
“You probably shouldn’t apply to Chippendale’s any time soon,” she admitted licking her lips. “I wouldn’t mind seeing you in the outfit though… or maybe like a sexy firefighter costume.”
“A sexy firefighter, huh?” he grinned. “I think I can do that.”
“And I can be a sexy nurse to take care of all the claw marks,” she grinned, looking at his back.
“Our Halloween costumes for next year are settled, then,” Finn smiled.
“Do the sexy nurse and the sexy firefighter get to have sex after they’re finished their workdays?” she inquired, giggling.
“The sexy nurse and the sexy firefighter get to have sex whenever they want, and as the sexy firefighter, I say that there’s no time like the present,” he laughed, pulling her on top of him.”
“The sexy nurse agrees,” Rachel grinned, wiggling her eyebrows as she leaned down to kiss him.
It was going to be a long night.