You Got Me
Title: You Got Me
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: R
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: Not really a prompt, but this picture is the inspiration for this. Part of the 'Freshman 'Verse'.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
It's kind of unseasonably warm and Santana's not complaining at all. It's still cool enough for her to be wearing a cute knit sweater that looks like it cost more than it did, and her jeans tucked into her boots. She kind of secretly loves autumn, with all the colours and warm drinks and everything, and if it weren't for the fact that it means school gets more intense like every week, it'd be perfect.
And okay, now that she's dating a football player, she has this new appreciation for that, too. It's not like she's some pathetic rally girl or something, she just supports her boyfriend and likes the game he plays. She's not out there watching him practice or doing his homework for him.
She's walking across campus and she happens to see his friend Kyle, a tight end on the team, after her last lecture of the day. She doesn't know him all that well, really, but they've met a couple times and he knows her name, too, and that she's with Finn. It's kind of weird, being someone's girlfriend and having all these guys treat her as well as they do. Lord knows that if they'd met her and didn't know she wasn't single, or didn't know who her boyfriend is, at least, they'd likely be hitting on her shamelessly and acting like dicks. She likes that they respect her - and Finn - enough to not pull that shit on her.
She's not following him, but it feels like she is. She figures he's heading back to the dorms or something, and she's on her way to her car so she can go home and read 100 pages from her International Business Practices text and kind of hope to gets time to order dinner at some point.
There's a big patch of lawn between the parking lot she has a pass for and the rest of the buildings. It's not really a courtyard or anything, just a bunch of grass that's turning brown and some flowers that aren't. She's heard there's someone who gets paid like 75 thousand dollars a year just to tend to foliage and shit. Ridiculous.
She hates that she's smiling like she is when she sees Finn laughing with a few of his friends. Kyle walks up to them and they bump fists and shoulders like all the guys on the stupid football team seem to do. Someone tosses a football at Finn and he catches it without even looking, laughs at something and spins the ball in his hands.
Yeah, she's not going home yet. She hasn't hung out with him in a couple days, and sure, she has reading to do, but whatever. She wants to spend an hour or so with Finn, maybe kiss on him a little before she leaves.
And he's squinting against the sun. He left his sunglasses in her car last week and she put them in her bag so she'd remember to give them to him, but the last time she came to his room they got preoccupied and she forgot. Not her fault. He can't do that shit he did with his tongue and expect her to remember anything but his name and the fact that he's fucking amazing in bed.
"Hey, number five!" she shouts, and Finn turns to her, a smile on his face. She holds up his Ray Bans and puts her hand on her hip. "Want these?"
"Yeah!"
"Come get 'em, then," she says, rolling her eyes, because fuck. She's surprising him here. The least he could do is walk 15 damn feet and say hello.
He slips his arm around her and kisses her quickly. "Hey. What are you doing here?"
"Um." She looks around. "I go to school here."
He rolls his eyes and flashes that dimple when he grins. "I mean like, standing in front of me looking all hot and stuff."
"Oh, that. I'm just awesome that way." He laughs and she pushes his sunglasses onto his face. He tries to step back, but she manages to grab onto the front of the plaid shirt he's wearing, and pulls him back. "Get back here."
So maybe she kisses him a little harder than she should, a little dirtier. His friends laugh and cat call and whistle or whatever, but she doesn't give a fuck. She really just wants to kiss him a little.
"Hang out a bit," he tells her. She doesn't let on she was planning on it, makes it look like she's deliberating. "Please?"
God, he's cute when he's that sincere.
"Okay." He pecks her lips one more time and pats her on the ass like he'd do one of his teammates, which she figures is a byproduct of hanging out with them all afternoon or whatever. It's not like she really minds, though.
Kyle's girlfriend Emily is sitting on the grass on this blanket she has laid out, and of all the guys' girls, Emily's kind of the best one. She's a junior and so is Kyle and they've been together since high school or something, which is a fucking long ass time. She wears this little silver ring on her ring finger and Santana thinks it's kind of sweet, actually, that Kyle gave that to her.
She's trying to pay attention to Emily's talk about her classes - she's a psych major - but Santana's distracted by Finn, which, well, not surprising. Not when he looks like that, anyway.
He's got his sunglasses over his eyes and a smile on his face, arm cocked to make a throw, and god, his hands look huge when he plays.
Emily starts laughing when Finn throws the ball and Santana licks her lips.
"He's really cute," Emily says. Santana doesn't want to admit that. Cute, yeah, but he's more than that, too. She figures at least half the things she thinks about Finn can be attributed to the amount - and quality - of sex they have as regularly as they do. "How long've you two been together now?"
"Um." Santana's trying to think back to that first time and if that really counts. She can't decide. "A couple months, I guess? A little after the school year started, anyway."
Emily smiles sweetly, pushes her blonde hair off her face. "The guys all really like him."
"He's an easy guy to like," Santana says without really thinking. She pulls her knees up and wraps her arms loosely around them.
"Are you going to the reception next week?"
Finn told her about it. He didn't ask if she'd go with him, but it was kind of implied. And like, who else is he going to take? So Santana nods, says, "Yeah. What am I supposed to wear?"
Emily just laughs again. "No offense, but no one's going to be looking at you, not really. I've been to so many of these things." Santana just looks at her. "Black dress always works. If you want to get attention go with something brighter. Red looks like you're trying too hard, though."
"School colours."
"Exactly," Emily giggles. "I have this navy dress I'm wearing. I don't even get excited about this shit any more."
Santana smiles and hears Finn's laugh floats through the air and steals Santana's attention again. He's holding the ball and his friends are trying to defend against him, calling him 'QB' and completely exaggerating whatever stupid plays they're trying to make up here. Finn's laughing too hard to even throw the ball.
Santana helps him out. She cups her hands around her mouth and yells, "Don't choke, Hudson!"
She does not expect him to gesture for her to get up, and throw the ball at her before she's even really ready to catch it. She barely does, grabs it before she hits the ground, and Emily's laughing and Finn's yelling, "Run, babe!" and she doesn't know what the fuck to do, really, but Finn's kind of jogging and pointing in a certain direction. Over her shoulder, she sees the other three guys coming after her, but apparently she crosses over into the 'end zone', because Finn's being a dick and gloating about it or whatever.
When he grabs her around the waist and lifts her up, he's still got one arm in the air in victory or some shit, and she's laughing at what an idiot he is, but she realizes she's still holding the ball and, actually, feels kind of awesome right now.
"Let's go to my place," she says against his ear, and he lets out this noise she loves and nods his head as he sets her on her feet. She throws the ball to Kyle, waves goodbye to Emily as Finn picks up Santana's bag.
He catches up with her, and her hand gets all tangled up in his plaid shirt when she tries to put her arm around his waist. "My room's like, right there."
She stops walking, leans up and kisses him, nipping at his lips with her teeth before pulling away. "Rachel and Puck are away for the weekend and you don't have a practice tomorrow. Do you really want to go to your dorm instead of my empty apartment?"
"Um." He clears his throat, then sets his hand on her hip, pulls her right against him. "No, not really."
"That's what I thought."
... ... ...
"Ow. What are you..." She cuts him off, tugs at his bottom lip with her teeth, and his laugh is low and quick and she feels it in her stomach. "Santana."
"Stop talking," she commands, lips brushing his again. He laughs again, and puts his hands on her arms to push her away. "What? God! It's been like, three days since I had you, and you're fucking killing me right now."
He turns them around so she's the one pressed against the wall just inside her apartment door, presses his hips towards hers and sinks his hand into her hair before her head hits the wall behind her. "Be patient," he says lowly, and she whimpers and tries to shift her hips, which just makes him laugh. Nothing about this is funny. "Know how hot watching me play gets you?"
"Yes," she practically moans, even though he's not doing anything.
"You looked really, really sexy running the ball."
Oh.
"What're you gonna do about it?" she asks, hand running down the side of his neck.
Finn just grins at her and grabs onto the backs of her thighs, lifts her up and makes her wrap her legs around his waist. She doesn't say anything because it'd be shitty if she did, but it's really hard to believe this guy was practically a virgin when she met him. He lays her down on her bed, then reaches for the front of her jeans and slowly, carefully pulls them off her, and god, if he keeps this tempo up she might have to slap him. She needs him like, yesterday, and he's just kissing her skin and pushing up her top, dipping his tongue into her belly button and mouthing her breast through her bra.
By the time he even pulls his shirt off, he hasn't even touched her between the legs and she's already fucking dying for him. She's just watching him take his pants off, and it is such a tease, because she wants to be touching him.
When he settles between her thighs, she should feel relieved, only now he's pressing against her and he's still not inside her, and if he's not going to torture her with foreplay he should also not torture her by not fucking her.
"Finn, please."
"'Tana, I want..." He groans when she pushes her hand into his hair. "I want just you."
"Okay." She gasps when she feels the head of his dick press against her nerves.
"No, I..." She looks up at him because he's trying to say something, but they're both too turned on for him to actually make whatever point it is he's trying to make. "No condom," he says quietly, like he almost doesn't want to.
She feels her eyes widen. She never expected him to ask for that. And she's a smart girl, so she should say no, but she's been on the pill since she was 15, and she knows he's only been with one other person, ever. Neither of them is sleeping with anyone else, obviously, and he's her boyfriend. They're in a legitimate relationship, and she's trusted him almost the entire time she's known him. He's always had condoms at the ready and he's never, not once, even made so much as one uttered complaint about protection, or hesitated at all to use it.
"Forget it," he says, kissing her gently. "It's...It was stupid."
"No." She shakes her head, smiles and brings her knees up to keep him in place, stop him from moving at all (he was going to reach for the bedside table). "No, I want to."
"Santana, you don't..." She reaches between them, wraps her hand around his length and guides him into her. "Baby."
She can't even remember the last time she fucked without a condom - she's never wanted to take chances; this doesn't feel like one - so she knows it didn't feel like this. She'd remember this.
Some of the progress he's made in stamina is lost this time, but she can't find it in her to care when he coaxes her along and they come together, at the same time. It's like, the most intense thing she's ever experienced. The fucked up thing (but not really) is that when he's just lying on top of her, catching his breath, and she's still feeling everything, she's really, really glad she got to have this with him.
Then he pulls out of her and uses his fingers and a few really amazing sentences to work her to a second orgasm.
"I don't wanna move," she says after, when his fingertips are dragging across her stomach.
"Um. You probably should." There's a little laugh in his voice that makes her look over at him.
"Have you ever done that before?"
It takes him a couple seconds to understand her. It's cute. "No," he answers quietly, leaning over to kiss her bare shoulder. "Just with you."
This thing he does where he says shit like "Just you" in any form or for like, any reason? She could get used to that.
She pushes herself up onto her shoulders, kisses him, setting her hand on his hip, and says, "I'll be right back," before she gets up.
She's got to admit, she really doesn't think anyone else has ever looked that fucking good lying on her bed.
Well, other than her, of course.
Finn laughs when she comes back and tells him that. It's sexy that he blushes. He tells her he's tired from 'like, sex, and horsing around on campus,' but, well, she's just not going to accept that answer.
She also might make a joke about how he should never be able to get away with leaving her hanging for three days, but he takes it seriously and then she thinks about the benefits of that and decides to just let him believe she actually means it.
Chapter: 1/1
Warning: R
Character: Finn/Santana
Prompt: Not really a prompt, but this picture is the inspiration for this. Part of the 'Freshman 'Verse'.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
It's kind of unseasonably warm and Santana's not complaining at all. It's still cool enough for her to be wearing a cute knit sweater that looks like it cost more than it did, and her jeans tucked into her boots. She kind of secretly loves autumn, with all the colours and warm drinks and everything, and if it weren't for the fact that it means school gets more intense like every week, it'd be perfect.
And okay, now that she's dating a football player, she has this new appreciation for that, too. It's not like she's some pathetic rally girl or something, she just supports her boyfriend and likes the game he plays. She's not out there watching him practice or doing his homework for him.
She's walking across campus and she happens to see his friend Kyle, a tight end on the team, after her last lecture of the day. She doesn't know him all that well, really, but they've met a couple times and he knows her name, too, and that she's with Finn. It's kind of weird, being someone's girlfriend and having all these guys treat her as well as they do. Lord knows that if they'd met her and didn't know she wasn't single, or didn't know who her boyfriend is, at least, they'd likely be hitting on her shamelessly and acting like dicks. She likes that they respect her - and Finn - enough to not pull that shit on her.
She's not following him, but it feels like she is. She figures he's heading back to the dorms or something, and she's on her way to her car so she can go home and read 100 pages from her International Business Practices text and kind of hope to gets time to order dinner at some point.
There's a big patch of lawn between the parking lot she has a pass for and the rest of the buildings. It's not really a courtyard or anything, just a bunch of grass that's turning brown and some flowers that aren't. She's heard there's someone who gets paid like 75 thousand dollars a year just to tend to foliage and shit. Ridiculous.
She hates that she's smiling like she is when she sees Finn laughing with a few of his friends. Kyle walks up to them and they bump fists and shoulders like all the guys on the stupid football team seem to do. Someone tosses a football at Finn and he catches it without even looking, laughs at something and spins the ball in his hands.
Yeah, she's not going home yet. She hasn't hung out with him in a couple days, and sure, she has reading to do, but whatever. She wants to spend an hour or so with Finn, maybe kiss on him a little before she leaves.
And he's squinting against the sun. He left his sunglasses in her car last week and she put them in her bag so she'd remember to give them to him, but the last time she came to his room they got preoccupied and she forgot. Not her fault. He can't do that shit he did with his tongue and expect her to remember anything but his name and the fact that he's fucking amazing in bed.
"Hey, number five!" she shouts, and Finn turns to her, a smile on his face. She holds up his Ray Bans and puts her hand on her hip. "Want these?"
"Yeah!"
"Come get 'em, then," she says, rolling her eyes, because fuck. She's surprising him here. The least he could do is walk 15 damn feet and say hello.
He slips his arm around her and kisses her quickly. "Hey. What are you doing here?"
"Um." She looks around. "I go to school here."
He rolls his eyes and flashes that dimple when he grins. "I mean like, standing in front of me looking all hot and stuff."
"Oh, that. I'm just awesome that way." He laughs and she pushes his sunglasses onto his face. He tries to step back, but she manages to grab onto the front of the plaid shirt he's wearing, and pulls him back. "Get back here."
So maybe she kisses him a little harder than she should, a little dirtier. His friends laugh and cat call and whistle or whatever, but she doesn't give a fuck. She really just wants to kiss him a little.
"Hang out a bit," he tells her. She doesn't let on she was planning on it, makes it look like she's deliberating. "Please?"
God, he's cute when he's that sincere.
"Okay." He pecks her lips one more time and pats her on the ass like he'd do one of his teammates, which she figures is a byproduct of hanging out with them all afternoon or whatever. It's not like she really minds, though.
Kyle's girlfriend Emily is sitting on the grass on this blanket she has laid out, and of all the guys' girls, Emily's kind of the best one. She's a junior and so is Kyle and they've been together since high school or something, which is a fucking long ass time. She wears this little silver ring on her ring finger and Santana thinks it's kind of sweet, actually, that Kyle gave that to her.
She's trying to pay attention to Emily's talk about her classes - she's a psych major - but Santana's distracted by Finn, which, well, not surprising. Not when he looks like that, anyway.
He's got his sunglasses over his eyes and a smile on his face, arm cocked to make a throw, and god, his hands look huge when he plays.
Emily starts laughing when Finn throws the ball and Santana licks her lips.
"He's really cute," Emily says. Santana doesn't want to admit that. Cute, yeah, but he's more than that, too. She figures at least half the things she thinks about Finn can be attributed to the amount - and quality - of sex they have as regularly as they do. "How long've you two been together now?"
"Um." Santana's trying to think back to that first time and if that really counts. She can't decide. "A couple months, I guess? A little after the school year started, anyway."
Emily smiles sweetly, pushes her blonde hair off her face. "The guys all really like him."
"He's an easy guy to like," Santana says without really thinking. She pulls her knees up and wraps her arms loosely around them.
"Are you going to the reception next week?"
Finn told her about it. He didn't ask if she'd go with him, but it was kind of implied. And like, who else is he going to take? So Santana nods, says, "Yeah. What am I supposed to wear?"
Emily just laughs again. "No offense, but no one's going to be looking at you, not really. I've been to so many of these things." Santana just looks at her. "Black dress always works. If you want to get attention go with something brighter. Red looks like you're trying too hard, though."
"School colours."
"Exactly," Emily giggles. "I have this navy dress I'm wearing. I don't even get excited about this shit any more."
Santana smiles and hears Finn's laugh floats through the air and steals Santana's attention again. He's holding the ball and his friends are trying to defend against him, calling him 'QB' and completely exaggerating whatever stupid plays they're trying to make up here. Finn's laughing too hard to even throw the ball.
Santana helps him out. She cups her hands around her mouth and yells, "Don't choke, Hudson!"
She does not expect him to gesture for her to get up, and throw the ball at her before she's even really ready to catch it. She barely does, grabs it before she hits the ground, and Emily's laughing and Finn's yelling, "Run, babe!" and she doesn't know what the fuck to do, really, but Finn's kind of jogging and pointing in a certain direction. Over her shoulder, she sees the other three guys coming after her, but apparently she crosses over into the 'end zone', because Finn's being a dick and gloating about it or whatever.
When he grabs her around the waist and lifts her up, he's still got one arm in the air in victory or some shit, and she's laughing at what an idiot he is, but she realizes she's still holding the ball and, actually, feels kind of awesome right now.
"Let's go to my place," she says against his ear, and he lets out this noise she loves and nods his head as he sets her on her feet. She throws the ball to Kyle, waves goodbye to Emily as Finn picks up Santana's bag.
He catches up with her, and her hand gets all tangled up in his plaid shirt when she tries to put her arm around his waist. "My room's like, right there."
She stops walking, leans up and kisses him, nipping at his lips with her teeth before pulling away. "Rachel and Puck are away for the weekend and you don't have a practice tomorrow. Do you really want to go to your dorm instead of my empty apartment?"
"Um." He clears his throat, then sets his hand on her hip, pulls her right against him. "No, not really."
"That's what I thought."
... ... ...
"Ow. What are you..." She cuts him off, tugs at his bottom lip with her teeth, and his laugh is low and quick and she feels it in her stomach. "Santana."
"Stop talking," she commands, lips brushing his again. He laughs again, and puts his hands on her arms to push her away. "What? God! It's been like, three days since I had you, and you're fucking killing me right now."
He turns them around so she's the one pressed against the wall just inside her apartment door, presses his hips towards hers and sinks his hand into her hair before her head hits the wall behind her. "Be patient," he says lowly, and she whimpers and tries to shift her hips, which just makes him laugh. Nothing about this is funny. "Know how hot watching me play gets you?"
"Yes," she practically moans, even though he's not doing anything.
"You looked really, really sexy running the ball."
Oh.
"What're you gonna do about it?" she asks, hand running down the side of his neck.
Finn just grins at her and grabs onto the backs of her thighs, lifts her up and makes her wrap her legs around his waist. She doesn't say anything because it'd be shitty if she did, but it's really hard to believe this guy was practically a virgin when she met him. He lays her down on her bed, then reaches for the front of her jeans and slowly, carefully pulls them off her, and god, if he keeps this tempo up she might have to slap him. She needs him like, yesterday, and he's just kissing her skin and pushing up her top, dipping his tongue into her belly button and mouthing her breast through her bra.
By the time he even pulls his shirt off, he hasn't even touched her between the legs and she's already fucking dying for him. She's just watching him take his pants off, and it is such a tease, because she wants to be touching him.
When he settles between her thighs, she should feel relieved, only now he's pressing against her and he's still not inside her, and if he's not going to torture her with foreplay he should also not torture her by not fucking her.
"Finn, please."
"'Tana, I want..." He groans when she pushes her hand into his hair. "I want just you."
"Okay." She gasps when she feels the head of his dick press against her nerves.
"No, I..." She looks up at him because he's trying to say something, but they're both too turned on for him to actually make whatever point it is he's trying to make. "No condom," he says quietly, like he almost doesn't want to.
She feels her eyes widen. She never expected him to ask for that. And she's a smart girl, so she should say no, but she's been on the pill since she was 15, and she knows he's only been with one other person, ever. Neither of them is sleeping with anyone else, obviously, and he's her boyfriend. They're in a legitimate relationship, and she's trusted him almost the entire time she's known him. He's always had condoms at the ready and he's never, not once, even made so much as one uttered complaint about protection, or hesitated at all to use it.
"Forget it," he says, kissing her gently. "It's...It was stupid."
"No." She shakes her head, smiles and brings her knees up to keep him in place, stop him from moving at all (he was going to reach for the bedside table). "No, I want to."
"Santana, you don't..." She reaches between them, wraps her hand around his length and guides him into her. "Baby."
She can't even remember the last time she fucked without a condom - she's never wanted to take chances; this doesn't feel like one - so she knows it didn't feel like this. She'd remember this.
Some of the progress he's made in stamina is lost this time, but she can't find it in her to care when he coaxes her along and they come together, at the same time. It's like, the most intense thing she's ever experienced. The fucked up thing (but not really) is that when he's just lying on top of her, catching his breath, and she's still feeling everything, she's really, really glad she got to have this with him.
Then he pulls out of her and uses his fingers and a few really amazing sentences to work her to a second orgasm.
"I don't wanna move," she says after, when his fingertips are dragging across her stomach.
"Um. You probably should." There's a little laugh in his voice that makes her look over at him.
"Have you ever done that before?"
It takes him a couple seconds to understand her. It's cute. "No," he answers quietly, leaning over to kiss her bare shoulder. "Just with you."
This thing he does where he says shit like "Just you" in any form or for like, any reason? She could get used to that.
She pushes herself up onto her shoulders, kisses him, setting her hand on his hip, and says, "I'll be right back," before she gets up.
She's got to admit, she really doesn't think anyone else has ever looked that fucking good lying on her bed.
Well, other than her, of course.
Finn laughs when she comes back and tells him that. It's sexy that he blushes. He tells her he's tired from 'like, sex, and horsing around on campus,' but, well, she's just not going to accept that answer.
She also might make a joke about how he should never be able to get away with leaving her hanging for three days, but he takes it seriously and then she thinks about the benefits of that and decides to just let him believe she actually means it.